will 6 We inay learn from this, I think, that a litt.e sense wi go a long way in a king; and that courtiers are not easily cured of flattery, nor kings of a liking for it. If the courtiers of Canute had not known, long before, that the king was fond of flattery, they would have known better than to offer it in such large doses. And if they had not known that he was vain of this speech (anything but a wonderful speech, it seems to me, if a good child had made it),172 they would not have been at such great pains to repeat it. I fancy I see them all on the sea-shore together; the king's chair sinking in the sand; the king in a mighty good humor with his own wisdom; and the courtiers pretending to be quite stunned by it! 7. It is not the sea alone that is bidden to go "thus far, and no further." The great command goes forth to all the kings upon the earth; and went to Canute in the year one thousand and thirty-five, and stretched him dead upon his bed. Beside it stood his Norman wife. Perhaps, as the king looked his last upon her, he, who had so often thought distrustfully of Normandy long ago, thought once more of the two exiled princes in their uncle's court, and of the little favor they could feel for either Danes or Saxons, and of a rising cloud in Normandy that slowly moved toward England. Dickens LITTLE Gretchen, little Gretchen wanders up and down the street, The rows of long, dark houses without look cold and damp, 2. With the little box of matches she could not sell all day, And children with grave faces are whispering one another 3. No little arms are round her: ah me! that there should be, 4. Her home is cold and desolate; no smile, no food, no fire, 5. And she remembered her of tales her mother used to tell, Who was cradled in a manger, when winter was most wild; 6. Colder it grows and colder, but she does not feel it now, For the pressure at her heart, and the weight upon her brow; 7. She could smell the fragrant savor, she could hear what they did say Then all was darkness once again, the match had burned away. She struck another hastily, and now she seemed to see And she almost seemed to touch them, and to join the welcome shout, 8. Another, yet another, she has tried. they will not light; 9. And he pointed to the laden board and to the Christmas tree, And a ringing sound was in her ears, like her dead mother's hymn : On the city wrapt in vapor, on the spot where Gretchen lies. 10. In her scant and tattered garment, with her back against the wall, They have lifted her up fearfully, they shuddered as they said, They could not see Anoa.* XXVII DEVOTIONAL THOUGHTS ON SPRING. 1. PRAISE the Lord, O my soul! Adore his holy name! Fo who is mightier than he, the Creator of the universe, who spread *A prose narrative by Andersen, the Danish poet, has furnished the groundwork for this poem.. eth before us the feasts of the earth, and foundeth the glories of the heavens? Who is more inexhaustible* in goodness and compassion than he, who giveth alike the happiness of the worm and the hallelujah" of rejoicing angels? 138 2. Praise the Lord, O my soul! For he is thy God, who, through the riches of the universe, foreshadoweth the joys of heaven; who giveth to the blade of grass the refreshing dew," and to the eye of man the tears of joy; he is thy God and hy Father. 3. Praise the Lord, O my soul! For he strewed 52 upon thee the blossoms of spring, as, full of child-like innocence, thou didst smile in thy mother's arms; and this day he surrounds thee with his wonders, that thou mayest adore him with rapturous love. 4. Praise the Lord, O my soul!- People and nations, princes and principalities, change; the earth alters its form, and the countless stars glitter and vanish: he only is immutably great, for he liveth in majesty from everlasting to everlasting. His compassion knoweth no change, and his love endureth forever. 46 5. Ye fountains, shaded by blossoming shrubs; ye willowbordered 108 brooks,146 that murmur along your pebbly paths; ye rivers, whose mighty billows bear ships, laden with the riches of the world, — join louder in the anthems to the Lord! 134 6. Ye woods, on green hills and mountains; ye leafy branches, ye shrubs, laden with the blossoms of spring, wave and rustle, and reëcho to your Maker the grateful warbling of birds! 7. From the gladsome valleys rise the voices of the flocks that graze on pastures blooming with flowers in all the colors of the rainbow. In the wilderness the joyful lion roars. 8 Praise the Lord, O my soul, and let all creation praise his holy name! Ye nations within the circle of the earth, fall upon your knees in adoration of your Creator, and render thanks for his inexhaustible goodness! The dead and living, man and beast, and the spirits of brighter worlds- the whole immensity of the aniverse all stars, all suns-proclaim :- Holy, holy is the Lord our God, whose love endureth forever! 9. For who can behold the works of God without emotion? "The h in this word should be sounded. See 7 72 66 who the majesty of creation without rapture? The world is as a sunbeam out of Eden; a fleeting dream of the future paradisa of bliss! Where is the fearful skeptic, contending against his reason? Let him step forth and look on nature, clad in her festive livery, who, an eternal bride, joyous and beautiful, points him to God. Let him step forth, and a fresh and balmy fra grance from millions of blossoms will greet him, and declare that "Here there is no death; all is life, and life is from God." 10. Doubter! if now the beauty of smiling nature hath warmed thy heart; if now the convincing power of reality hath purified thy dreams; if thy reason no longer doubts what it is too impotent to fathom; if thy soul longs to depend, in childlike innocence, upon thy Heavenly Father, then sink down and bury thy blushing face and gushing tears in the flowers of the meadow; and thy sigh-perhaps the first thou hast for many years offered up to thy God - will be no discordant sound in the glad anthem of nature. From the German 1. A VESSEL that sailed between Whitehaven, in England, and the island of Jamaica, being on her homeward voyage, carried, among other passengers, a female who was the mother of an infant only a few weeks old. One beautiful afternoon, the captain perceived a distant sail, and after he had gratified his curiosity, he politely offered his spy-glass to his passenger, that she might obtain a clear view of the object. 2. Having the baby in her arms, she wrapped the shawl about It, and placed it on a sofa125 upon which she had been sitting. Scarcely had she applied her eye to the glass, when the helmsman exclaimed, "See see what the monkey has done!" The reader may judge of the mother's feelings, when, on turning round, she beheld the mis'chievous animal in the act of transporting her beloved and helpless child apparently to the very top of the mast! 3. The monkey was a large one, and so strong and active that while it grasped the infant firmly with one arm, it climbed |