PR 4,1') 14 n'tirt "1 Shall'he %atistiee , iTatliexo I not here! !Jot, ,stsarkling,waters Itadeinto mocking:sands. as.we draw: near; Wherein the wilder.ne.ss,eaoh footstep falters; I shall be satisfied ; but oh ! not here Not hera-- 1 -7here , evary, dream of bliss deceives us; Where the.wora pirit gains its goal ; Where, haunted ever by the thought that grieves, , .1114.1 - ,r, AorossAutfloakof,,bitter memory roll There is It lend where-every pulse is thrilling With.rapture earth's sojourners may not know Where heav,en's repose the weary.heart is stilling, Arid peacefully life's time-tossed currents flow. Far out of sight,,while yet the flesh enfolds.us, Lies the fele' country where our hearts abide And, of its bliss is..naught more wondrous told us Than these few words, "I shall be satisfied." Shall they. be , satisfied—the sour.v sain The. aching,void whibh nothing earthly fills Oh !' what desires upon my soul are. thronging, AallOok:upward to the, heay.enly. hills. Thy hevny-,weak arid. weary, steps are tending ; Siviour and Lord! with thy frail child abide! 'Guide me,frome, whereldl my wanderings ending,. I then, shall see thee, and satisfied !" [Sedected. lot tke firesibt. Jaw a, Chili may da Good "Oh dear! if I were only a boy, and" could earn money as Willid 'does, I might do some good in the world,'.' says some, lit tlo,longing spirit thatwants to be of "some use to somebody," "but I , am only a little girl, and.l,ean notdo.any thing. Oh dear:! We can all do more^ good than we think, dear children, if we ,only try, and if we are willing to do. little things instead of waiting, tot do some great , thing. I will tell you how. one little girl , did a great:deal of geed without knowing it. Het-mother sat one morning busy at her work, feeling very sadly. Her husband had lost his property and was out of business" and, the future looked dark, as she thongl4 of the many, many dollars it would take to feed, an 4 and,edueate her little ones, so that they could take , care of themselves, tannic useful to others. The cloud was growing.thick-about her r and ,her .eyes, were blinding with- tears, : wheo , ,a, dear little child, at her play, broke out in singing the „ _ ".IVilat ever We want he witkindiy provide,” aud"then the,play went on as belbre. The little girl, only five years old, knewnot how nmeh.good She had done by that one line of comfort-• ; Her mother's,heartwas eheer ed. She felt reproved, too, for she had been thinking itilthe time there was no one but the.parents to plan and do for their chil dren, When it was_the Lord who was going to do it all, ancl.they were only to carry ou4 l bis planes° faras he should make them known.. . . That was a very little thing to and yet it mado.the.mothei .hapßy- many days. Another when in trouble, very sooth ing were the words ofthe same childish voice : There 'll he no. more sorrow. there; In heaven- Above, Where all is love, Tyefell.be t no morasorrow sorrow - there.". ' SO you can do so' uch.. ten can make home plwa# ) add .._licerfulfer . - your; dear mother, who is Often tireil,, and. sometimes sad. Never about with a sour, cross face, oru Whining, fretting voice. Try it, and you will find you are, ,doing a great deal .of good in a very easy. way.- Child at Golden Links of Kindred Blessed is the. home that holds in ite. midst one central magnet, about which throngi y ng, heirts, reddened by the, same blood; move With never-failing attraction"! When •gOldnu!liiiks of kindred, circling that humaA,,lpluistone,•are karma& and . bright; and - many, who can measure' the wealth of.joiti that lih's within their holy cOmpais With every shining;; fetter :lidded to the precious round, new joys spring into exist enee; new intereststind us to sacred mem ories of. the.pinft, or Sweet associations of the present; new affections bend us earth ward, to ) N . vitr a d li tlicae • who, come n to ..make earth dearer, or lift us heavenward,with those whp agitonittpit)ielkieg: •- Thecounrki?upst.,events onife; eVents . of every-days oocurtehoel.64ll humanity, send an.eleetrie\ pain i or pleasure through that far-reaching , .chebi. ; of kinship, and, stirring, symiithetic pu,lses; draw the bond, of union closer. A..1441611,1441,,,pgeR5;its ginless , ,eyss.„npso the day—be4nl(l another link put forth for tender ..liPs•to kiss into brightness—for lovhig anns,toweVidkae—for swelling Vearte to give reem—for r -voiceless benedietinutqo cover! . 1, • • •. • • • A yonth,.korZilliaidenr: stretches. . out a hand, with ‘ hcapt rithitn; 1 andrloil ..aucstlter lio,is: clasped, by. woddingling,. upon, ,Ahe kin-bound chain—and 413p4a1' gifts,: and festive ~,,outherings, and - fend congrattilntions• greet its ,admission . ! . ~ The Angel of Death descends, and singles out the purest link, and - snftly bearit it to, a• home invisible. Tears, of agony vast flow, and grief-wrung' hearts must ache,; but tears that fall from many eyes weeping:i)-, glther; lose . theit - bi,tte t rnesa';'Ml4,.• . lccqy hearts that lthiii bn one another fuld Atli; load of pain and sorrow lightened. Other less .mournful partings_ comp; stage A thn,,,eiv- i lFrOtdr e pA ' must, I n4e ..tl(o.g hlmes on tdiefgn encores; bUt ocean - cables. a less strong and true than bonds of union,. tliat no ssaa can , sever.; and rap titre. grows out of the very pangs of absence,. when. wanderers return, with tiny links hingiug, like diamond•pendants,.fromlbeir own. ' Birth------marriage-----death—parting— mreeting; these are but trite and every-day efents; yet through the golden link of kin dteds they, send a current of emotion that fs s many hearts, and makes epochs in. ny lives . !'z Ohl . keep' .tlielinks pure a d bright, however wide the chain; and bludenc , oftoarowmill-bewlessenedis bcause shared, and sources of joy will swell in number, because they reach as far as blood extent's. I,Garden ifrerrun with Weeds Rarry. Fatherj 'dol't like to go to school. I wish you would let me stay at home this morning. Charles French'm father - does not oblige him to go to schOol. Father. Give.' me your land, Harry. Come with me. I wish to show you some thing,in the garden: See. Low finely these peas are growing ! How clean and healthy the vines look ! !. Do you think we shall have an.abundant crop gqrry., Oh, yes, father. There is not a weed about their roots; and those little poles, or 'bushes' stuck in the ground, hold them up,.so . Alkat, they.have a fine chance to • grow. ' Father: NoW go with me across the road to look at , Mr. French's pea-vines, through a large opening in the fence. Well, my son, what•do yon• think .of Mr. French's pea-vines ? :7- Harry., 0, fathe r ! I never saw such poon-looking peas in my life 1 There are.no sticks for them to run upon and the weidii are iittelitsta high.as the . peas. .themselves.. There .will , not- be ,half a prop on, hem., are'theT El. - Qo ;;worse, than (Ai l marry A r' INfiftiVgleat*AZhavAiliffflkiii#,it§ grow as theyplease. 'I suppose Mr. French just planted them, and never took aziy care of theta afterward. He has neithei• taken out the': weeds. nor; trained them to grow right. Pitcher. Yes,, that is the truth, my son.. A garden will soon be overrun with weeds and briars, if it is mot tilled with th 4 great est care. Children'a minds are like garden beds, and they must be more carefully ten ded than the choicest plants. It you, my son, were never to go to school, nor to havegood seeds of knowledge planted inyour mind, When you become a. man, it would resemble this weedy, bed in Mr. French's land, rather than the beauti ful one in my garden ! Would you think rue right to neglect my garden as Mr. Frencli s has neglected his ? .a/o,y. Oh, no, father. Your garden is -a fine - garden, but Mr. French's is all overrun with weeds and briars. It will not, yield half as much as yours. Father. Do you,thinli,,my son, A would be right for me tonegiect my ehild as Mr. French neglects his, and allow him to run wild, and his mind to become overgrown with weeds ?. I send you to school Lin order that the garden of vent mind ,may have good seed sown in it, and that these seeds may spring I up and grow, and yield a good crop. Now, which.would YOU prefer, to stay ttt home from school, and= let the garden of your mind be: overrun with weeds, onto go to school, and have this garden cultivated? mil: would'iather go to SehoeT. - will nerdr;' agaiittlA to' stay'it li6inftom school.'Put, father, is Charles French's I mind overrun with weeds? aftaid' that it is, 'l'64 it Stirel X ,AVi4;