Whatever trouble I am in,
To Thee for help I'll call;
But keep me more than all from sin,
For that's the worst of all.

No wicked thought must be allow'd,
For Thou the heart dost see;
And let me not grow vain and proud
Offending man and Thee.

But may I seek until I find,
What none are good without,—
That humble, meek, and lowly mind,
Which Jesus preached about.

A SABBATH PRAYER.-L. M.

Millions within Thy courts have been;
Millions this day have bent the knee;
But Thou, soul-searching God, hast seen
The hearts of all that worshipped Thee.

Still, as the light of morning broke
O'er island, continent, or deep,
Thy far-spread family awoke,
Sabbath all round the world to keep.

From east to west the sun surveyed,
From north to south adoring throngs:
And still, where evening stretched her shade,
The stars came forth to hear their songs.

And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath failed this day some suit to gain;
To those in trouble Thou wert nigh;
Not one hath sought Thy face in vain.

Thy poor were bountifully fed ;
Thy chastened sons have kissed the rod;
Thy mourners have been comforted:
The pure in heart have seen their God.

Yet one prayer more :-and be it one
In which both heavens and earth accord:
Fulfil Thy promise to Thy son :-
Let all that breathe call Jesus, Lord!

VESPER.-8. 7.

Praise to God.

Mighty God! while angels bless Thee,
May an infant lisp Thy name?
Lord of men, as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme.

Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days!

Sounded through the wide creation
Be thy just and lawful praise !

For Thy providence that governs
Through Thy empire's wide domain,
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow;
Blessed be Thy gentle reign!

But Thy rich, Thy free redemption,
Bright through darkness all along,
Thought is poor, and poor expression;
Who dare sing that awful song?

THE ORPHANS.

My chaise the village inn did gain,
Just as the sun's last ray

ROBINSON.

Tipp'd, with refulgent gold, the vane
Of the old church across the way.

Across the way I silent sped,

The time 'till supper to beguile

In moralizing o'er the dead

That mouldered round the ancient pile.

There many a humble green grave showed Where want, and pain, and toil did rest, And many a flattering stone I view'd

O'er those who once had wealth possessed.

A beech tree had its shadow thrown

Wide o'er a grave where sorrow slept, On which, though scarce with grass o'ergrown, Two ragged children sat and wept.

A piece of bread between them lay,

Which neither seem'd inclined to take;

And yet they looked so much a prey

To want, it made my heart to ache.

"My little children, let me know

Why you in such distress appear; And why you wasteful from you throw

That bread which many a one would cheer?" The little boy, in accents sweet,

Replied, while tears each other chased

"" Lady, we've not enough to eat,

Oh! if we had, we would not waste.

"But sister Mary's naughty grown,
And will not eat whate'er I say;
Though sure I am the bread's her own,
For she has tasted none to-day."
"Indeed," the wan starved Mary said,
"Till Henry eats, I'll eat no more;
For yesterday I got some bread,

He's had none since the day before."
My heart did swell, my bosom heave,

I felt as though deprived of speech; I silent sat upon the grave,

And pressed the clay-cold hand of each. With looks that told a tale of woe,

With looks that spoke a grateful heart,
The shivering boy then nearer drew,
And did his simple tale impart.

"Before my father went away,

Enticed by bad men o'er the sea, Sister and I did nought but play

We lived beside yon great ash tree.

F

"But then poor mother did so cry,
And looked so changed I cannot tell:
She told us that she soon would die,

And bade us love each other well.

"She said that when the war was o'er, Perhaps we might our father see; But if we never saw him more,

That God our father still would be!

"She kissed us both, and then she died,
And we no more a mother have;
Here many a day we've sat and cried
Together on poor mother's grave.
"But when my father came not here,

I thought, if we could find the sea,
We should be sure to meet him there,
And once again might happy be.
"We hand in hand went many a mile,

And asked our way of all we met;
And some did sigh and others smile,

And we of some did victuals get.

"But when we reached the sea, and found
'Twas one great water round us spread,
We thought our father must be drown'd
And cried and wish'd we both were dead.

"So we returned to mother's grave,
And only long with her to be;
For Goody, when this bread she gave,
Said father died beyond the sea.