"And would'st thou have a ruddy nose, Thus spoke the voice and fled, But I thought on what it said, The pipe was in my mouth, The first cloud o'er me broke; When a voice came from the smoke. Come, this must be a hoax; I'll snuff if I may not smoke. And thus these voices spoke : : "And would'st thou have a swimming head, Would'st thou have thy voice to lose its tone,- If thou would'st thy health's channels choke, The pipes of thy sweet music stuff, Then snuff, snuff, snuff!" To be persuasive, you must be sincere; you must utter, veræ voces ab imo pectore," si vis me flere, flendum est tibi. THOU art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee; Thou art gone to the grave; and its mansion forsaking, CONFIRMATION. YOUTHS and maidens, wherefore meet ye Youths and maidens, wherefore stand ye, From henceforth we resist, And in the ranks of Jesus, Youths and maidens, wherefore kneel ye, Heber. 18 The last "Amen" has sounded, Youths and maidens, earth will wonder, But on the lov'd of Jesus, Earth smiles and frowns in vain. Youths and maidens, evil passions If His grace hath made you willing J. T., Churchman's Monthly Penny Mag., WHICH WAS THE GREATER FOOL? In a sermon, preached by Bishop Hall, upon his eightieth birthday, he relates the following story:-"There was a certain lord who kept a fool in his house, as many a great man did in those days for their pleasure; to whom this lord gave a staff, and charged him to keep it, till he should meet with one who was a greater fool than himself; and, if he met with such a one, to deliver it over to him. Not many years after, his lord fell sick, and indeed was sick unto death. His fool came to see him, and was told by his sick lord that he must now shortly leave him. "And whither wilt thou go ?" said the fool. "Into another world," said the lord. "And when wilt thou come again ?-Within a month?' "No." "Within a year ?" No." "When then ?" "Never." "Never! and what provision hast thou made for thy entertainment there whither thou goest ?" "None at all." "No ?" said the fool, "none at all? Here, take my staff then. Art thou going away for ever, and hast taken no order, whence thou shalt never return? Take my staff, for I am not guilty of any such folly as this." THE SOLDIER'S TEAR. UPON the hill he turned To take a last fond look Of the valley and the village church He listen'd to the sounds So familiar to his ear, And the soldier leant upon his (staff), And wiped away a tear. Beside that cottage (door) She breath'd a prayer for him- But he paus'd to bless her as she knelt, He turn'd and left the spot, Oh! do not deem him weak; For dauntless was the soldier's heart, Be sure the hand most (daring) there (Hath) wiped away a tear. Thomas Haynes Bayly. THE ENGLISHMAN. THERE's a land that bears a world-known name, Tho' 'tis but a little spot; 'Tis the first on the blazing scroll of fame, Of the deathless ones who shine and live, The brightest the whole world can give 'Tis the Star of the Earth, deny it who can,- There's a flag that waves o'er every sea, No matter when or where ; And to treat that flag as aught but the free, For the lion-spirits that tread the deck And that flag may sink with a shot-torn wreck, Its honour is stainless, deny it who can, There's a heart that leaps with burning glow, |