dainty bits, or kissed his rosy lay sleeping. I did not see his eye grow little hand drop powerless; or agony gather on his forehead; with clasped hands and suspen and watched the look that come flit over his cherub face. And Benny," my tears are falling; where, I know there's an empty cant chair, useless robes and to late hearth-stone and a weeping "Little Benny.' It was all her full heart could it was enough. It tells the who Two in Heaven BY FANNY FERN. "You have two children," said "I have four," was the reply; earth, two in heaven." rosy cheek as he ow dim; or his ; or the dew of ad; I stood not spended breath, comes but once, nd yet, "Little ng; for, some pty crib, a vatoys, a desoing mother. only "gone before!" Still r loved, and cherished, by the h the board; their places no even though their successors d the same faithful breast where heads were pillowed. "Two in heaven! feet. E Safely housed from storm No sickness there nor droopi fading eye, nor weary feet. pastures, tended by the goo linger the little lambs of the h "Two in heaven!" Earth less attractive. Eter Invisible cords, drawing the n upwards. "Still small" voice pering, Come! to the world-w "Two in heaven!" Mother of angels! Walk so eyes watch thy footsteps! — bend to listen! Keep thy spi earth taint; so shalt thou " though "they may not return BY LOUIS GAYLORD CLARK. HAVE you never felt, just at of mid-March, the force and t ensuing observations? Our o is, that another should have e perfectly our own thoughts and a hundred times awakened and e in the early "spring-time of "There is a certain melancholy nings of early spring, which those influences of nature the m sally recognized, the most diffic plain. The silent stir of rev which does not yet betray signs and blossom; only in a softer cl the air, a more lingering pause in ly lengthening day; a more deli ness and balm in the twilight atr a more lovely yet still unquiet the birds, settling down into thei Spring. LARK. st at the season nd truth of the ir only wonder e expressed so and emotions, d experienced, of the year:' oly in the evech is among e most univerfficult to exreviving life, ns in the bud clearness in in the slowlicate freshtmosphere; note from r coverts; still outwardly wears the ble winter—of the busy chang mently at work-renewing the world, re-clothing with v the skeletons of things; all t from the heart of Nature to Man may well affect and m why with melancholy? No our part connects and cons gentle voices. It is not T plies and reasons: it is Feel and dreams. Examine not man!-examine not that m ancholy with the hard eyes thou canst not impale it on thy thorny logic, nor describe circle by problems conned fro Borderer thyself of two worl and the Living-give thi tones, bow thy soul to the steal, in the season of cha dim Border Land!" BY WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK. "They that seek me early shall find me.' Come while the blossoms of thy years are b Thou youthful wanderer in a flowery maz Come, while the restless heart is bounding li And joy's pure sanbeams tremble in thy w Come, while sweet thoughts, like summer bu Waken rich feelings in the careless breast While yet thy hand the ephemeral wreath is Come, and secure interminable rest. Soon will the freshness of thy days be over, And thy free buoyancy of soul be flown; Pleasure will fold her wing, and friend and lo Will to the embraces of the worm have gor Those who now love thee will have pass'd for Their looks of kindness will be lost to thee Thou wilt need balm to heal thy spirit's fever As thy sick heart broods over years to be. Come while the morning of thy life is glowing -win a hope in heaven |