SONG. To the Tune of "Gaily sounds the Castanet," in the TELL us not of friends untrue, Turn'd to ice by winter's frost. We would rather trust, although at last deceiv Find we still the friends we love, Whate'er the ills we prove, oh! be they never LA FEUILLE. De la tige détachée, Pauvre feuille desséchée, Où vas-tu? Je n'en sais rien; Qui seul étoit mon soutien. Et la feuille de laurier. A HYMN IN SICKNESS. THROUGH the long night of watchfulness and pain, Where shall the worn and wearied spirit rest? Who listens in the midnight's lonely hour To the low heavings of the aching breast? Still, silent, dark-in vain the ear would catch 'Tis then, O Lord, the spirit turns to thee, Its ever-present, ever-mindful FriendNearest, when all beside thee is afar, And kindest where all other comforts end. Then what delight to know that thou art there, Tending in love the lonely sufferer's bed— In words of peace, still felt though all unheard, Shedding soft balm upon the restless head. Lulling the impatient spirit to repose Yes, gracious Lord! not all the flowers that deck But'ill was this fair flower content To blossom in the shade, And droop'd with envy of the flower That deck'd the sunny glade. "Why am I here, unseen, unknown Mid weeds and nettles plantedWhile still to bloom on sunny banks To other flowers is granted? "Would I were yonder Cowslip bri 'Twas so the Violet complained, But so it was at even-tide That some one came that road, Pick'd the poor Cowslip from its ste And scatter'd it abroad. And 'twas not long ere one in haste The Violet saw, and haply learn'd Distinction's path is hard beset She is too bold who fondly sighs Are safest in the shade. HYMN. SINFUL child of Adam, whither Is it that thy heart has wander'd, Foolish sinner, flee to Jesus, Quickly make thy peace with him, Lest the tempter draw thee further, And ensnare thee into sin. True it is, sin's deadly poison Thou must sow in many tears. Pierre and his family; or, a Story of By the Author of Lily Douglas. Pr Oliphant, Edinburgh. WE notice this book as one intended of the very young, from the pen of an supplied them with many previous wor description." Piedmont, "Piedmont," observes the preface the place to which Christianity is said is a tract of country situated at the foot of the range of mountains which divides Italy from Fr and other countries. It consists of a number o embosomed in mountains, which are encircled b and display in its varied scenery, in most strikin fertility and beauty of Eden, with lakes of ice and with eternal snow. Many of the passes leading strongly fortified, not by art, but by nature, which her bulwarks of rocks and rivers, forests and pred pears, says Sir Thomas Morland, as if the all-wise the beginning, designed that place as a cabinet w inestimable jewel, or in which to reserve many t should not bow the knee to Baal." We are somewhere erroneously told Waldenses was derived from Waldo, founder of the sect-but this was not the being but a corruption of the Valdense |