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KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. 



SELECT POETRY. 



HOW" WILT THOU LOVE ME? 



IN QUESTION AND ANSWER. 



Wilt thou love me as a star ? 



No, dearest ! be not to me as a star ; 



'Tis one of millions, and the hurrying cloud 

 Oft wraps the glimmering splendor in its 

 shroud ; 

 Morn pales its lustre and it shines afar — 

 Dearest, be not a star ! 



Wilt thou love me as a flower ? 



No, loveliest! he not to me as a flower; 



TV uncertain sun calls forth its odorous breath, 

 The sweeter perfume gives the speedier death, 



The sport and "victim of a summer hour — 

 Loveliest, be not a flower ! 



Wilt thou love me as a dove ? 



No, purest! be not to me as a dove; 

 The spoiler oft intrudes upon its rest, 

 Robbing the downy joys of its warm nest, 



And flinging silence o'er its native grove — 

 Purest, be not a dove ! 



Wilt thou love me for myself? 



My soul's best idol ! be but as thyself — 

 Brighter than star and fairer than the flower, 

 Purer than dove, and in thy spirit dower 



Steadier than rock — yes, dearest, be thyself — 

 Thyself, — I'll love thyself ! 



P.U.S.S. 

 A SONG. 



TO VIOLET. 



If thou'rt a "violet," may I be 



The leaf that holds thee round ; 



To shade thee from the scorching sun, 



And e'er with thee be found ! 



And while thou'rt breathing o'er my heart 



Thy freshest, sweetest sighs, 



I'll only live to clasp thee thus, 



And gaze into thine eyes. 



Oh! happy sentinel, to guard 

 Thy sleep the live-long night, 

 And see thee wakening with the day, 

 To breathe out fresh delight! 

 I'd grow so close, no cruel hand 

 Should pluck thee without me — 

 For rather than live there alone, 

 I'd die again with thee ! 



Daisy. 



TEMPERANCE AND EXCESS. 



A temperate man is a happy man. A drunk- 

 ard is a beast. A temperate man " thinks," 

 thus improving both himself and others ; a drunk- 

 ard never thinks of anything but poison. This 

 ho daily drinks, till it kills him. He commits 

 suicide ! Tobacco and strong liquors, are little 

 better than Asiatic Cholera; more slow, perhaps, 

 in their progress, but equally fatal in their effects. 



ORIGINAL POETRY. 

 JOYOUS INNOCENCE OF CHILDHOOD. 



BY HELEN HETHERINGTON. 



I love to hear the merry laugh 

 Of Childhood's happy hours; 

 To watch their tiny fingers weave 

 "Wreaths of Spring's fairest flow'rs. 

 Their lisping voices bring to me 

 The sweetest tones of melody. 



I love to see their pretty feet 



Trip lightly on the mead ; 



With arms around each others' waists, 



A fairy dance they lead; 



They strew the path of life with flow'rs, 



And cheer us in our loneliest hours. 



I love to see them neatly dress'd 



(In sweet simplicity) ; 



It is not right to mar such grace 



With foolish finery. 



Let them with Fashion's arts dispense, — 



Their brightest gem be " Innocence!" 



I love to have their little arms 

 Thrown fondly round my neck ; 

 The kind emotion of their hearts, 

 For worlds I would not check ! 

 Our fondest love they well repay, — 

 Chasing unhappy thoughts away. 



I love to see their pretty hands 



Clasp'd in the act of prayer ; 



To hear their voices raised to God, 



Acknowledging His care, — 



Begging protection through the night, 



And blessings with the morning light. 



PROSPERITY AND ADVERSITY. 



Two excellent friends are these to the human 

 race. They visit most of us in turn, to keep our 

 minds even. But, as there is no prosperous state 

 of life without its calamities, so there is no ad- 

 versity to a good person, without its benefits. 

 Ask the great and powerful if they do not feel 

 the pangs and envy of ambition. Inquire of the 

 poor if they have not felt the sweets of peace and 

 contentment. 



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