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KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. 



A PLEA FOR THE POOR. 



BY HELEN HETHERINGTON. 



" Blessed is he that considereth the Poor." 



Think on the Poor, when blessings surround 

 thee; 

 Oh, turn not the needy away from thy door. 

 When the ties of affection and friendship have 

 bound thee, 

 To kind hearts that love thee, — pray think of 

 the poor ! 



Visit their homes, let thy smiles cheer their 

 dwelling ; 

 They need thy assistance, — do give them relief. 

 Hear the sad tale a fond mother is telling, 



As she bends o'er the dying, half frantic with 

 grief. 



Pity the Poor ! remember their sorrow, 



Softly breathe words of compassion and peace, 



Hope beams not for them on the dark cheerless 

 morrow, 

 Oh! let not thy kindness — thy sympathy cease. 



Eemember the dangers, the doubts that oppress 

 them, 

 Their dear little children half-famish'd, half- 

 clad ! 

 Whilst thou hast the power, do pity and bless them, 

 The smiles of the mourner will make thy heart 

 glad. 



Weep for the poor! the monster "temptation," 

 Is secretly prowling to make them its prey; 



In mercy may God bless the poor of our nation, 

 And lead them to pleasures that never decay ! 



Let us, too, fulfil every duty we owe them ; 

 From the needy and helpless withhold not thine 

 hand! 

 Bless those that are " ready to perish," and show 

 them 

 The kindness and mercy their sorrows 



DEMAND ! 



SELECT POETRY. 



THE HOLLY. 



O! reader, hast thou ever stood to see 



The Holly tree? 

 The eye that contemplates it, well perceives 



Its glossy leaves , 

 Ordered by an intelligence so wise, ' 

 As might confound the atheist's sophistries. 



Below a circling fence its leaves are seen, 



Wrinkled and keen : 

 No grazing cattle through their prickly round 



Can reach to wound ; 

 But as they grow where nothing is to fear, 



Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves ap- 

 pear. 



I love to view these things with curious eyes, 



And moralise; 

 And in this Holly tree, 



Can emblems see, 

 Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyn.e, 

 One which may profit in the after- time. 



Thus, though abroad, perchance I may appear 



Harsh and austere, 

 To those who on my leisure would intrude, 



Reserved and rude, 

 Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be, 

 Like the high leaves upon the Holly tree. 



And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, 



Some harshness show ; 

 All vain asperities I day by day 



Would wear away, 

 Till the smooth temper of my age should be 

 Like the high leaves upon the Holly tree. 



And as, when all the summer trees are seen, 



So bright and green, 

 The holly leaves a sober hue display 



Less bright than they ; 

 And when the bare and wintry woods we see, 

 What then so cheerful as the Holly tree ? 



So serious should my youth appear among 



The thoughtless throng, 

 So would I seem among the young and gay 



More grave than they, — 

 That in my age as cheerful I might be 

 As the green winter of the Holly tree. 



Southey. 



MADNESS AND FOLLY. 



What a poor value do men set on Heav'n! 

 Heav'n — the perfection of all that can 

 Be said, or thought; riches, delight, or harmony, 

 Health, beauty. And all these not subject to 

 The waste of time, but in their height eternal, 

 Lost for a pension or poor spot of earth, — 

 Favor of greatness, or an hour's faint pleasure! 

 As men, in scorn of a true flame that's near, 

 Should run to light their taper at a glow- 

 worm ! 



Shirley. 



LOVE-A MYSTERY. 



FROM THE GERMAN. 



My heart! I bid thee answer — 

 How are Love's marvels wrought? 



Two hearts to one pulse beating, 

 Two spirits to one thought." 



And tell me how love cometh? — 

 " It comes — unsought — unsent!'' 



And tell me how love goeth? 



" That was not love which went! " 



TRUE BENEVOLENCE. 



There cannot be a more glorious object in 

 creation, than a human being replete with bene- 

 volence, — meditating in what manner he might 

 render himself most acceptable to his Creator, by 

 doing most good to his creatures. — Fielding. 



END OP VOLUME II. 



London : Published for William Kidd, by William 

 Spooner, 379, Strand, (to whom all Letters, Parcels, 

 and Communications, Addressed to "the Editor," 

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