All day I keep it in my sight;
I lay it 'neath my bed at night,
But it doth bring no cure to me ;-
I know not what the cause may be,

For I of learning have no store!"
Thereat, like to a broken flower,

The child drooped down his head; Then Marien took the clasped book And of the Savior read.

She read of him, the humble child

Of poverty and scorn;

How holy angels sang for him

The night that he was born.

How blessed angels came from heaven
To hail that christmas night,
And shepherd people with their flocks
Beheld the glorious sight.

Then read she how, a growing youth,
His parents he obeyed,

And served with unrepining will
St Joseph at his trade.

Then how he grew to man's estate
And wandered up and down,
Preaching upon the lone sea-side,
And in the busy town.

Of all his tenderness, his love,

Page after page she read;

How he made whole the sick, the maimed,
And how he raised the dead.

And how he loved the children small,
Even of low degree;

And how he blessed them o'er and o'er,
And set them on his knee.

When this the little child had heard, He spoke in accents low, "Would that I had been one with them

To have been blessed so !"

"Thou shalt be blessed, gentle one!" Said Marien kind and mild;

"Christ, the Great Comforter, doth bless Thee even now, poor child!"

So conversed they of holy things
Until the closing day,

Then Marien and the little child
Rose up to go their way.

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Over the altar hung a piece
With holy influence fraught,
A work divine of wondrous skill
By some old painter wrought.

The gracious Savior, breathing love,
Was there like life expressed,

And round his knees the children small Were thronging to be blessed.

Down dropped the child upon his knees, And weeping, tenderly

Cried, "Bless me also, poor and weak, Or let me go to thee !"

Anon his little head dropped low,

And his white lips 'gan to say,
"O kiss me, gentle one, for now
Even I am called away-
The blessed mother's voice I hear,
It calleth me away!"

So died the child;-and Marien laid

His meek arms on his breast, With the clasped book between his handsThus God had given him rest!

And Marien, weeping holy tears,

Sate down beside the dead,
And slept that night within the church
As in a kingly bed.

Scarce from the church had Marien passed,
When came the father there,
As was his wont, though fierce and bad,
To say a morning prayer.

Not seven paces had he gone,
When, heart-struck, he surveyed
Before his feet that little child

In his dead beauty laid.

At once, as by a lightning stroke

His softened soul was torn
With a deep sense of all the wrong

That little child had borne.

And then came back the timid voice,
The footstep faint and low,

The many little arts to please,
The look of hopeless woe,
And many a shuddering memory
Of harsh rebuke and blow.

No prayer of self-approving words
As was his wont, he said,-
But humbled, weeping, self-condemned,
He stood before the dead.

PERPLEXING MARRIAGE S.

AT Gwennap in England, lately, Miss Sophia Bawden was married to Mr Robert Bawden. By this marriage the father became brother-in-law to his son; the mother, mother-in-law to her sister; the mother-in-law of the son, his sister-in-law; the sister of the mother-in-law,her daughter-in-law; the sister of the daughter-inlaw, her mother-in-law; the son of the father, brother-in-law to his mother-in-law, and uncle to his brothers and sisters; the wife of the son, sister-in-law to her father-in-law, and aunt to her husband; and the offspring of the son and his wife will be grand-children to their uncle and aunt and cousins to their father.

IN an account of Kent, it is related, that one Hawood had two daughters by a first wife, the eldest married John Cashick the son, the youngest John Cashick the father. This Cashick the father had a daughter by his first wife, whom Hawood married, and by her had a son; and all the parties were living except the two first wives. Cashick's second wife could say:

My father is my son, and | My sister is my daughter; I'm mother's mother, and grandmother to my brother

DUTCH ADVERTISEMENT.

THE following is a literal copy of an English Card circulated by the master of

a hotel at Ghent :

“Mr Dewit in the Golden Apple, out of the Bruges Gate at Ghent, has the honor to prevent the persons who would come at his house, that they shall find there always good and spacious Lodging, a Table served at their taste, Wine of any quality, etc. Besides he hires Horses and Chaises, which shall be of a great conveniency for the Travellers; the Bark of Bruges depart and arrives every day

before his door. He dares flatter himself that they shall be satisfied, as well with the cheapness of the price as with the cares such an establishment requires."

TITLES.

DE MEUNIER observes, that the titles which some chiefs assume are not always honorable in themselves; but it is sufficient if the people respect them. The king of Quiterva calls himself the 'Great Lion,' and for this reason lions are there so much respected that it is not permitted to kill them, except at royal hunts.

The principal officers of the empire of Mexico were distinguished by the odd titles of Princes of unerring javelins,' 'Hackers of men,' and 'Drinkers of blood.' The king of Monomotapa, surrounded by musicians and poets, is adulated by such refined flatteries as 'Lord of the sun and moon,' 'Great magician,' and 'Great thief.'

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His majesty of Ava, when he writes to King of Kings, whom all others should a foreign sovereign, calls himself 'The obey; the Cause of the Preservation of all Animals; the Regulator of the Seasons; the Absolute Master of the Ebb and King of the Four-and-Twenty Umand Flow of the Sea; Brother to the Sun; brellas.' These umbrellas are always carried before him as a mark of his dignity.

English kings were formerly addressed 'Your Grace.' Henry 8th was the first who took the title of Highness,' and at length 'Majesty.' Francis I. of France began to give him this last title in their interview in 1520.

It will be always found true, that the less the knowledge which kings and chiefs possess of the world, the greater is the sound which they give to their own titles; witness the appellations given to the emperor of China, who proclaims every nation but his own to be Barbarians, and that he alone is the Child of the Sun, and his nation the Celestial Empire. It is just so with the chiefs of the American Indians; some call themselves 'The Big Thunder,' some 'The White Lion,' some The Large Broach,' Walk-in-the-Water,' 'Split Log,' 'Black Hawk,' &c.

COURT MOURNING.

FREDERICK, the first king of Prussia, was an extremely vain man, and continually engaged in frivolous pursuits. His queen, who was sister to George I, was a woman of a very superior mind. In her last illness she viewed the approach of death with much calmness and serenity; and when one of her attendants observed how severely it would afflict the king, and that the misfortune of losing her would plunge his majesty into the deepest despair, the queen said, with a smile, "With respect to him, I am perfectly at ease. His mind will be completely occupied in arranging the ceremonial of my funeral, and if nothing goes wrong in the procession, he will be quite consoled for his loss."

ORIGIN OF CHANCERY.

Cancella are lattice-work, by which the chancels were formerly parted from the body of the church, thence the name. Hence too the court of chancery and the chancellor borrowed their names, that court being inclosed with open work of that kind. And so to cancel a writing is to cross it out with the pen, which naturally makes something like the figure of a lattice.

GRANDMOTHERS.

THERE is a little girl in Newjersey who has five Grandmothers, but a lady in Newyork says, she has a story to beat that, for her little daughter can boast of five living Grandmothers, and also three Grandfathers: Father's mother; mother's mother; father's father's mother; mother's father's mother; mother's mother's mother; father's father; mother's father; father's father's father.

PUZZLES.

I AM a word of 12 letters. My 5, 8, 11, 7, is a ruler. My 12, 4, 3, 1, is an insect. My 7, 8, 12, is a kind of carriage. My 2, 3, 7, is a name given to a mean woman. My 4, 3, 7, is a name of a horse. My 3, 4, 1, is a small insect. My 1, 2, 8, 11, 5, is what all men do. My 8, 11, 5, is very useful in schools. My 1, 8, 11, is a very useful metal. My 6, 8, 11, is what most lads do. My 1, 3, 6, is one of the mechanical properties of air. My 5, 4, 8, 1, is what some women often do. My 1, 3, 11, is excellent for green hides. My whole is a custom observed in a great many of the States.

R. R. B.

I AM a word of 18 letters. My 6, 14, 11, has been the ruin of a great many. My 18, 7, 14, 15, 1, is a part of the human frame. My 1, 12, 13, 3, 5, 18 is part of a lady's dress. My 18, 7, 6, 16, 5 is a numeral. My 11,12, 17, 6, 12, 16, is a name distinguished in history. My 8, 6, 12, 17, is a metal, 8 times heavier than water. My 18, 8, 3, is a metal, 7 times heavier than water. My 12, 8, 10, is a thing many plants produce. My 9, 8, 15, 1, is a member of the body. My 1, 6, 2, 18, 16, is an irrational animal. My 6, 16, 2, 1, 5, 13, is one of the sons of Jacob. My 7, 12, 2, 6, is something that flies very rapidly. My 4, 8, 10, 9, is what wicked people do. My 18, 2, 1, is a large open wooden vessel. My 10,8, 18, 18, 5,6, is scattered shreds or fragments. My whole, is one of the ornaments of our country.

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J. D. JR.