Whatever trouble I am in, No wicked thought must be allow'd, But may I seek until I find, A SABBATH PRAYER.-L. M. Millions within Thy courts have been; Still, as the light of morning broke From east to west the sun surveyed, And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Thy poor were bountifully fed ; Yet one prayer more :-and be it one VESPER.-8. 7. Praise to God. Mighty God! while angels bless Thee, Lord of every land and nation, Sounded through the wide creation For Thy providence that governs But Thy rich, Thy free redemption, THE ORPHANS. My chaise the village inn did gain, ROBINSON. Tipp'd, with refulgent gold, the vane 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, He's had none since the day before." 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, "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 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, I thought, if we could find the sea, And asked our way of all we met; And we of some did victuals get. "But when we reached the sea, and found "So we returned to mother's grave, |