And, says he, when he finished, uprising We stood every man like the dead; Off his feet was that lad sudden lifted, And clasped to the mate's rugged breast; If the ship hadn't been a good sailer, All had gone to Old Davy; for all, lads, Like a man, says the mate, "God forgive me, It's myself as had ought to be strung up, "You believe me then?" said the youngster. Believe you! From now, evermore!" An' p'r'aps, mates, he wasn't thought much on An' if that little chap ain't a model, OUR OWN.-MARGARET E. SANGSTER. If I had known in the morning How wearily all the day The words unkind Would trouble my mind I said when you went away, Nor given you needless pain; With look and tone We might never take back again. DDDD* For though in the quiet evening That never for me The pain of the heart should cease. For harsh words spoken, That sorrow can ne'er set right. We have careful thoughts for the stranger, The bitter tone, Though we love "our own" the best. Were the night too late To undo the work of morn. PASSING UNDER THE ROD.-MARY S. B. DANA. I saw a young bride, in her beauty and pride, And the bright flush of joy mantled high on her cheek, And with woman's devotion she laid her fond heart And she anchor'd her hopes to this perishing earth, By the chain which her tenderness wove. But I saw when those heartstrings were bleeding and torn, And the chain had been sever'd in two, She had changed her white robes for the sables of grief, But the Healer was there, pouring balm on her heart, And he strengthen'd the chain he had broken in twain, There had whisper'd a voice-'twas the voice of her God, "I love thee-I love thee-pass under the rod!" I saw a young mother in tenderness bend O'er the couch of her slumbering boy, And she kiss'd the soft lips as they murmur'd her name, Oh, sweet as the rose-bud encircled with dew, So fresh and so bright to that mother he seem'd, But I saw when she gazed on the same lovely form, But paler and colder her beautiful boy, But the Healer was there who had stricken her heart To allure her to heaven he has placed it on high, There had whisper'd a voice-'twas the voice of her God, "I love thee-I love thee-pass under the rod!” I saw a fond brother, with glances of love, And she hung on his arm, and breathed soft in his ear, Oh, he loved the sweet tones of her silvery voice, And he twined his arms round her delicate form, But I saw when he gazed on her death-stricken face, And he clasped his arms round an icy-cold form, And he gave to his arms still another fair girl, There had whisper'd a voice-'twas the voice of his God, "I love thee-I love thee-pass under the rod !" I saw too a father and mother who lean'd And the star in the future grew bright to their gaze, And the fast-coming evening of life promised fair, And the starlight of love glimmered bright at the end, And I saw them again, bending low o'er the grave, But the Healer was there, and his arms were around, And he showed them a star in the bright upper world, 'Twas their star shining brilliantly there! They had each heard a voice-'twas the voice of their God, "I love thee-I love thee-pass under the rod!" ASKING THE GOV'NER. Smith had just asked Mr. Thompson's daughter if she would give him a lift out of the slough of bachelordom, and she had said "yes." It therefore became necessary to get the old gentleman's permission, so, as Smith said, arrangements might be made to hop the conjugal twig. Smith said he'd rather pop the interrogatory to all of old Thompson's daughters, and his sisters, and his lady-cousins, and his aunt Hannah in the country, and the whole of his female relations, than ask old Thompson. But it had to be done, and so he went down and studied out a speech which he was to disgorge at old Thompson the very first time he set eyes on him. So Smith dropped in on him one Sunday evening, when all the family had meandered around to chapel, and found him doing a sum in beer measure. "How are you, Smith ?" said old Thompson, as the former walked in, white as a piece of chalk, and trembling as if he had swallowed a condensed earthquake. Smith was afraid to answer, 'cause he wasn't sure about that speech. He knew he had to keep his grip on it while he had it there, or it would slip from him quicker than an oiled eel through an auger hole. So he blurted out: "Mr. Thompson, sir; perhaps it may not be unknown to you that, during an extended period of some five years, I have been busily engaged in the prosecution of a commercial enterprise-" "Is that so, and keepin' it a secret all this time, while I thought you were keepin' shop? Well, by George, you're a 'cute soul, ain't you?" Smith had to begin and think it over again, to get the run of it: "Mr. Thompson, sir; perhaps it may not be unknown to you that, during the extended period of five years, I have been busily engaged in the prosecution of a commercial enterprise, with the determination to secure a sufficient maintenance-" "Sit down, Smith, and help yourself to beer. Don't stand there holding your hat like a blind beggar with paralysis. I never have seen you behave yourself so queer in all my born days." Smith had been knocked out again, and so he had to wander back to take a fresh start: "Mr. Thompson, sir; it may not be unknown to you that, during an extended period of five years, I have been engaged in the prosecution of a commercial enterprise, with the determination to procure a sufficient maintenance-" “Well?" asked old Thompson, but Smith went on : "In the hope that some day I might enter wedlock, and bestow my earthly possessions upon one whom I could call my own. I have been a lonely man, sir, and have felt that it is not good for a man to be alone; therefore I would-" "Neither is it; I'm glad you came in. How's your father?" "Mr. Thompson, sir;" said Smith, in despairing confusion, raising his voice to a yell, "it may not be unknown to you that, during an extended period of a lonely man, I have been engaged to enter wedlock, and bestowed all my enterprise on one whom I could determine to be good for certain possessions-no, I mean, that is-Mr. Thompson, sir; it may not be unknown-" "And then, again, it may. Look here, Smith; you'd better lay down and take something warm, you ain't well.” Smith's eyes stuck wildly out of his head with embarrassment, but he went on again: "Mr. Thompson, sir; it may not be lonely to you to prosecute me whom a friend, for a commercial maintenance, but -but-eh-dang it--Mr. Thompson, sir: It-” Oh, Smith, you talk like a fool. I never saw a more firstclass idiot in the course of my whole life. What's the matter with you, anyhow?" "Mr. Thompson, sir; said Smith, in an agony of bewilderment, "it may not be unknown that you prosecuted a lonely man who is not good for a commercial period of wedlock for some five years, but—” "See here, Smith, you're drunk, and if you can't behave better than that, you'd better leave; if you don't, I'll chuck you out, or I'm a Dutchman.” "Mr. Thompson, sir;" said Smith, frantic with despair, "it may not be known to you that my earthly possessions |