﻿FILIAL DEVOTION. 159 



Every night, and every day, 

 When \ve work, and when we play, 

 God's good angels watch us still, 

 Keeping us from every ill. 



When we 're good, then they are glad; 

 Are we naughty, they are sad ; 

 Should we very wicked grow, 

 Then away from us they '11 go. 



Mary. 



Oh, I would not have them go, 



I do love the angels so ; 



I will never naughty be, 



So they '11 always stay with me. 



Filial Devotion. 



" Some feelings are to mortals given, 

 With less of earth in them than heaven : 

 And if there be a human tear, 

 From passion's dross refin'd and clear, 

 A tear so limpid, and so meek, 

 It would not stain an angel's cheek, 

 'Tis that which pious fathers shed 

 Upon a duteous daughter's head." 



LADY OF THE LAKE. 



DURING the sanguinary period of the French revolution, when 

 crimes and horrors were continually perpetrated, the sacred affec- 

 tions of kindred and of friendship were often powerfully excited. 



One such instance occurred amid the terrified massacres of an ap;e 



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unparalleled in atrocity ; when crowds of unfortunate persons were 

 condemned unheard, and loaded cannon were directed to play upon 

 them. Yet not only in France and its dependencies among the 

 instances of unflinching heroism and filial love, which La Vendee 

 continually exhibited, but in the far-off West, in one of those unfor- 

 tunate islands where the massacres of the reign of terror were 

 acted on a less extended theatre. 



