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— I cannot help thinking it a pity that he 

 could not be content without the other fig. 



When I hear that a rich man has done a 

 paltry action for the sake of some petty, 

 penny-getting gain, I scorn him that he 

 should so much covet the other fig. 



When I see a man already high in rank, 

 and ennobled by descent more than desert, 

 cringing and stooping to a title-dispenser's 

 heels for some new honor (which is but a 

 new disgrace where it is undeserved), it is 

 difficult not to despise him, though ever so 

 honored, who will so degrade himself for the 

 sake of the other fig. 



And, to conclude, when I see the detected 

 thief dragged in fetters to a dungeon, I think 

 to myself, " Ay, this is one of the probable 

 consequences of wilful indulgence in the 

 other fig! " R j ^ 



SELECT POETRY. 



THOUGHTS ON BEAUTY. 



Evert grand and lovely thing 

 Reigns like an eternal king, 

 All that's bright, and all that's fair, 

 Hath its children everywhere. 

 Where the silken butterflies 



Use like fans their painted wings, 

 Fanning the young summer's eyes, 



There the brown bee sucks and sings ; 

 Beauty never comes alone, 



But hath beauties in its train; 

 If it be a music tone, 



Echo utters it again. 

 If it be a star or sun, 

 Then the stream makes two of one 

 By the magic of its mirror ; 

 O, believe it not an error, 

 For the soul to cling and linger 



Here on earth and gladness feel! 

 Beauty is God's mighty ringer, 



Multiplying beauty still. 

 Look on night, and look on day: 

 When they come or glide away ; 

 Sister queens, they often meet, 

 But we hear no fairy feet. 

 Though they morn and eve salute, 

 Like their feet, their kiss is mute ; 

 But, lest beauty should be missing, 

 Twilight cometh of their kissing. 

 Though we cannot, like King Midas, 



Change to gold all dust and dross, 

 Beauty ever stays beside us; 



And the tiniest bit of moss 

 That a child's small hand will pull 

 Is than gold more beautiful. 

 Let us not, like fools, despise, 



Earth which is a seat of beauty, 

 But the love-light of our eyes 



Turn unto it as a duty. 

 Beauty here hath done its mission, 



When it guides us to death's portal — 

 For its presence is a vision 



Of a beauty all immortal ! 



ORIGINAL POETRY. 



WHOLESOME MENTAL FOOD. 



BY HELEN HETHERINGTON. 



How many blessings God has given 



To erring mortals here below ! 

 To lead our thoughts from Earth to Heaven, 



And teach us what we ought to know ! 



And yet, how lightly do we prize 

 The countless favors we receive ! 



Truth's noble precepts we despise, 

 Its faithfulness we disbelieve ! 



The heart is naturally prone 



To evil thoughts, out when, with care, 

 Seeds of integrity are sown, 



The produce surely should be fair. 



" ' Our Journal ' (say all upright men) 

 Claims the world's unbounded praise." 



And why? — 'Tis goodness guides the pen, 

 Which ever points tow'rds Wisdom's ways. 



Whilst poring o'er its well-stor'd page, 

 Does not the heart with fervor glow? 



What happy thoughts our minds engage, 

 From week to week ! Is it not so? 



These lead not to satiety, 



But benefit our rising youth ; 

 They win upon Society 



By making them to love the Truth. 



Oh ! let it be our constant care 

 To store the mind with what is good ; 



Supply it with the richest fare, 

 And ever give it wholesome food ! 



Then shall the path of life be cheer'd, 



By many a soft and gentle ray; 

 God's holy laws shall be rever'd, 



And Truth blaze forth as bright as 

 day! 



THE MIND'S EXPANSE. 



Learning is like a river, whose head, being 

 far in the land, is at first rising, little and easily 

 viewed ; but still, as you go, it gapeth with a 

 wider bank; not without pleasure, and delightful 

 winding; while it is on both sides set with trees, 

 and the beauties of various flowers ; but still, the 

 further you follow it, the deeper and the broader 

 it is; till at last it enwaves itself in the un- 

 fathomed ocean. There you see more water, 

 but no shore, no end of that liquid, fluid 

 vastness. 



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