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CONCLUSION. 



Such is the bliss of souls serene, 



When they have sworn and steadfast mean, 



Counting the cost, in all to espy 



Their God, in all themselves deny. 



O conld we learn that sacrifice, 

 What lights would all around us rise ! 

 How would our hearts with wisdom talk, 

 Along Life's dullest, dreariest walk! 



We need not bid for cloister'd cell, 

 Our neighbor and our work, farewell, 

 Nor strive to wind ourselves too high, 

 For sinful man beneath the sky. 



The trivial round, the common task, 

 Would furnish all we ought to ask; 

 Koom to deny ourselves; a road 

 To bring us daily nearer God. 



KEBLE'S Christian Year. 



THE time was now approaching when Henrietta and 

 Frederick were to return to school. The little circle viewed 

 the separation with sorrow, but none felt it so acutely as 

 Henrietta, who loved Mrs. Fortescue and her cousins, as if 

 they had been her mother and her sisters. 



The evening before their departure, when, she wished her 

 aunt " good night," Henrietta's overcharged heart could con- 

 tain itself no longer, and she burst into tears. 



Mrs. Fortescue kissed her affectionately. 



" My dear Henrietta," she said, " I am sure that we all 

 feel the parting from you very much, but we will look for- 

 ward, God willing, to meeting another year, should your 



