We have so many good walks to take, Sometimes it blows and rains, No care at all to the following four And we travel all one way; 'Tis a thing we should never do, And who shall look up and say, That it ought not so to be, Though the earth that is heaven enough for him, Is less than that to me, For a little rough dog can wake a joy That enters eternity. Humane Journal. THERE'S ROOM ENOUGH FOR ALL. Ah, Rover, by those lustrous eyes That follow me with longing gaze, Which sometimes seem so human-wise, I look for human speech and ways. By your quick instinct, matchless love, Your eager welcome, mute caress, Why not? In heaven's inheritance Rolls grandly far from human sight. And made you something more than dust, May yet release the speechless thrall HIS FAITHFUL DOG. Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Yet simple nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topped hill, an humbler heaven; He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire; POPE. THE FAITHFUL HOUND. A traveller, by the faithful hound, H. W. LONGFELLOW. MISCELLANEOUS. THE SPIDER'S LESSON. Robert, the Bruce, in his dungeon stood, Behind him the palace of Holyrood, Before him - a nameless tomb. And the foam on his lip was flecked with red, When he won and he wore the Scottish crown: Yet come there shadow or come there shine, "Time and again I have fronted the tide Of the tyrant's vast array, But only to see on the crimson tide My hopes swept far away; Now a landless chief and a crownless king, For come there shadow or come there shine, "Work! work like a fool, to the certain loss, Like myself, of your time and pain; The space is too wide to be bridged across, You but waste your strength in vain! And Bruce for the moment forgot his grief, His soul now filled with the sure belief That, howsoever the issue went, For evil or good was the omen sent: And come there shadow or come there shine, As a gambler watches the turning card On which his all is staked, As a mother waits for the hopeful word For which her soul has ached, It was thus Bruce watched, with every sense All rigid he stood, with scattered breath Yet come there shadow or come there shine, Six several times the creature tried, He has spanned it over!" the captive cried; Thee, God, I thank, for this lesson here And come there shadow or come there shine, JOHN BROUGHAM. THE SPIDER AND STORK. Who taught the natives of the field and flood Sure as De Moivre, without rule or line? Heavens not his own, and worlds unknown before? POPE. THE HOMESTEAD AT EVENING. - EVANGELINE'S BEAUTIFUL HEIFER. Now recommenced the reign of rest and affection and stillness. Day with its burden and heat had departed, and twilight descending Brought back the evening star to the sky, and the herds to the homestead. Pawing the ground they came, and resting their necks on each other, And with their nostrils distended inhaling the freshness of evening. Foremost, bearing the bell, Evangeline's beautiful heifer, ← Proud of her snow-white hide, and the ribbon that waved from her collar, Quietly paced and slow, as if conscious of human affec tion. Then came the shepherd back with his bleating flocks from the seaside, |