The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, There's nothing true' but Heaven! And false the light | on glory's plume, And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom, From wave to wave we're driven; XIII-All things are God's. Thou art, O God, the life and light | When night, with wings of stormy gloom, Like some dark | beauteous bird, whose plume | That sacred gloom, those fires divine, When youthful spring | around us breathes, That day of wrath! that dreadful day! When man to judgment' wakes from clay, M.-SKETCHES OF NATURAL HISTORY. I.The Coot. [The Water-hen and the Coot cannot properly be called web-footed; but they have a sort of membrane, which fringes their toes on each side, and adapts them for swimming. The Coot frequents rivers, and rushy-margined lakes. It there makes a nest of such weeds as the stream supplies, and lays them among the reeds, floating on the surface, and rising and falling with the water. The reeds among which it is built keep it fast, so that it is seldom washed into the middle of the stream. But should this occur, and it does sometimes happen, the bird sits in her nest, like a mariner in his boat, and by means of her legs, steers her cargo into the nearest place of safety. The Coot is sometimes, however, carried down by the current, till it even reaches the sea. In this voyage the birds encounter many dangers; being hunted by dogs and men, attacked by otters, or preyed upon by kites and falcons.] On Сoot! oh bold, adventurous Coot, That bore thee' to the sea! I saw thee on the river fair, Around thee grew the bulrush tall, The king-fisher | came back again, But soon' the mountain flood' came down, "And where is she, the Water-coot," Amid the foaming waves' thou satťst, And on it went, and safely on, That wild' and stormy tide; Oh Coot! oh bold, adventurous Coot, The perils of that stormy time | That bore thee to the sea! Hadst thou no fear, as night came down, | Upon thy watery way, Of enemies, and dangers dire | That round about thee lay? Didst thou not see' the falcon grim | The eagle's scream | came wildly near, Nor man, who seeing thee, weak thing, And down the foaming waterfall, As thou wast borne along, Hadst thou no dread? Oh daring bird, Yes, thou hadst fear! But he who sees I He saw thee, bird, and gave thee strength | He kept thy little ark' afloat; He watched' o'er thine' and thee; And safely through the foaming flood, Hath brought thee to the sea! II.-The Lion. LION, thou art girt with might, |