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KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. 



SELECT POETRY. 

 FAITH AND HOPE. 



"We'll be true to each other — though Faith has 

 . now parted 

 Two spirits that yearn with devotion and love : 

 "We will show the hard world that we both are 

 strong-hearted, 

 And the wings of the eagle shall nestle our 

 dove. 



They say thou art young, and that I may be 

 fickle ; 

 That time will cut down all our youth-tinted 

 flowers ; 

 Let us prove that 'tis only old Death with his 

 sickle, 

 Can dare to destroy such pure blossoms as 

 ours. 



Perhaps it is well that our faith and affection 

 Are tried by a cold and a lingering test; 



But if thou art mine, by the soul's free election, 

 We'll be true to each other, and hope for 

 the rest. 



Let us chafe not unwisely, by rudely defying 

 The doubts and denials that echo in vain; 



Like the ship in the stream, on her anchor 

 relying, 

 We'll live on our truth till the tide turns again. 



I'll pray for thy welfare, right firm in believing 

 That' knowledge and years will but help thee 

 to see, 

 That my spirit, too proud for a selfish de- 

 ceiving, 

 Is honest and ardent in cherishing thee. 



We are parted— but trust me, it is not for ever ; 

 We love ; and be certain that love will be 



blest ; . ' 



For we'll work, and we'll wait, with Loves 



earnest endeavor, 

 Be true to each other, and Hope for the 



rest! 



TALKING,— AND THINKING. 



The difference between the man of words and 

 the man of ideas, is immense. The latter is a 

 creator of thoughts, the other an adapter of them. 

 The man of ideas thinks— the man of words 

 never does. The former may become great— the 

 latter never: there is a barrier between him and 

 greatness which he cannot pass — he cannot even 

 crawl over it. The man of ideas has generally a 

 large soul ; he sees all the littlenesses of mankind 

 at a glance, and he respects them as he does his 

 own, by placing them in a corner for use when 

 wanted. The man of words, on the contrary, 

 having no taste for anything but littleness, 

 grasps at them eagerly; and so, what with his 

 own and his acquired ones, he is made of little- 

 ness—his brain is little, so is his heart. In 

 demeanor he is pompous, arrogant; ever spas- 

 modically striving to make himself look big. In 

 the end, he generally realises the fable of the frog 

 and the ox. 



ORIGINAL POETRY. 

 SHADES OF CHARACTER. 



BY HELEN HETHERINGTON. 



Choose not a friend by the stereotyp'd smile, 

 That incessantly beams en his face ; 



Too often it shelters a heart charged with guile; 



Its aim is deception — beware of the wile 

 That will finally lead to disgrace. 



Nor judge that man harshly, whose countenance 

 wears 



An expression of anguish, or grief; 

 How often a rich store of mercy he bears! 

 The sorrows of others he cheerfully shares, 



And affords to the needy relief. 



Appearances thus may deceive us, but those 



Who study our nature must own — 

 That the style, and the writing of letters, disclose 

 The power of judging their authors. This shows 

 How the mind of a man may be known. 



The true disposition, unaided by art, 



Is faithfully brought to the light, 

 By certain expressions the writers impart — 

 A key to the inmost recess of the heart, 



That develops its power, and might. 



The character, too, is with judgment defin'd, 



By the subjects one's letters convey; 

 The pride of the haughty, the love of the kind, 

 The weakness or power, and bent of the mind, 

 The pen rarely fails to portray. 



MORE RULES FOR HEALTH. 



In the ever-memorable year of our Lord, 1604, a 

 Mrs. GRiMSTONE,(worthy soul !) thus wrote — " Let 

 thy will be thy friend, thy mind thy companion, 

 and thy tongue thy servant." — What a desirable 

 thing it would be for everybody to act upon this 

 principle in 1852 ! Mrs. Grimstone's " charge" 

 has long since ceased to live in the memory of even 

 our " oldest inhabitant." The will is now our 

 Slave. We do as we like ; and must not be 

 crossed. Our companions, for the most part, 

 have little brains, and our tongue gets us into 

 endless trouble. We Cannot help thinking, as 

 we have before said, that we are, as a nation, much 

 " too fast." 



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