I must be happy then,

From pain and death you say I shall be free,
That sickness never enters there, and we
Shall meet again!'

'Brother, the little spot

I used to call my garden, where long hours

We've stayed to watch the budding things and flowers, Forget it not!

Plant there some box or pine; Something that lives in winter, and will be A verdant offering to my memory,

And call it mine!'

'Sister, my young rose tree

That all the Spring has been my pleasant care,
Just putting forth its leaves so green and fair,
I give to thee.

And when its roses bloom,

I shall be gone away, my short life done;
But will you not bestow a single one
Upon my tomb?'

'Now, mother, sing the tune

You sang last night; I'm weary and must sleep.
Who was it called my name? Nay, do not weep,
You'll all come soon!'

Morning spread over earth her rosy wings;
And that meek sufferer, cold and ivory pale,
Lay on his couch asleep. The gentle air
Came through the open window, freighted with
The savory labors of the early Spring;
He breathed it not; the laugh of passers by
Jarred, like a discord in some mournful tune,
But marred not his slumbers. He was dead!

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A VILLAGE CHURCH-YARD.

'THERE is a haunt whose quietude of scene
Accordeth well with hours of solemn hue;
A church-yard, buried in a beauteous vale,
Besprinkled o'er with green and countless graves,
And mossy tombs of unambitious pomp
Decaying into dust again. No step

Of mirth, no laughter of unfeeling life

Amid the calm of death, that spot profanes;
The skies o'erarch it with serenest love;

The winds, when visiting the dark-boughed elms,
An airy anthem sing; and birds and bees,
That in their innocence of summer joy
Exult and carol with commingling glee,
But add to solitude the lull of sound:
There is an ocean- - but his unheard waves,

By noon entranced, in dreaming slumber lie;
Or when the passion of a loud-winged gale
Hath kindled them with sound, the stormy tone
Of waters, mellowed into music, dies,

Like that which echoes from the world afar,
Or lingers round the path of perished years!'

DUTIES OF CHILDREN TO THEIR PARENTS.

'Children, obey your parents in the Lord; for this is right. Honor thy father and mother; which is the first commandment with promise; that it may be well with thee, and that thou mayest live long on the earth.'

Love is the only state of mind from which all the other duties that you owe them can arise. By love, we mean complacency; and surely this is due to a father and mother. The very relation in which you stand to them demands this. If you are destitute of this, if you are without any propensity of heart towards them, you are in a strange and guilty state of mind. Till you are married, or are in prospect of it, they ought, in most cases, to be the supreme objects of your earthly affections. It is not enough for you to be respectful and obedient, and even kind; but, where there exists no reasons for alienating your heart, you should be fond of them. It is of infinite importance that you should watch

over the internal state of your mind, and not suffer dislike, alienation, or indifference, to extinguish your regards. Do not take up a prejudice against them, nor allow an unfavorable impression to be made upon your mind. Respect and obedience, if they do not spring from love, are valueless in their nature, and very precarious in their existence.

If you love them, you will delight to be in their company, and take pleasure in being at home with them. It is painful to them to see that you are happier any where than at home, and fonder of any other society than theirs. No companion should be so valued by you as a kind father or mother.

If you love them, you will strive in all things to please them. We are always anxious to please those whom we regard, and to avoid whatever would give them pain. If we are careless whether we please or displease any one, it is obviously impossible that we can have any affection for them. The essence of piety towards God is a deep solicitude to please your parents. Young people, dwell upon this single simple thought, A CHILD'S PLEASURE SHOULD BE TO PLEASE HIS PARENTS. This is love, and the sum of all your duty. If you would adopt this rule, if you would write this upon your heart, if you would make this the standard of your conduct, I might lay down my pen, for it includes every thing in itself. O that you could be brought to reason and to resolve thus:. 'I am bound by every tie of God and man, of reason and revelation, of honor and gratitude, to do all I can to make my parents happy, by avoiding whatever will give them pain. By God's help, I will from this hour

study and do whatever will promote their comfort. I will make my will to consist in doing theirs, and my earthly happiness to arise from making them happy. I will sacrifice my own predilections, and be satisfied with their choice.' Noble resolution, and just and proper! Adopt it, act upon it, and you will never repent of it. Do not have any earthly happiness, that is enjoyed at the expense of theirs.

If you love them, you will desire their good opinion. We naturally value the esteem of those to whom we are attached : we wish to be thought highly of by them; and if we are quite careless about their respect for us, it is a sure sign we have no regard for them. Children should be desirous and even anxious to stand high in the opinion of their parents, and nothing can be a more decisive proof of a bad disposition in a son or a daughter, than their being quite indifferent what their parents think of them. All love must be gone in such a case as this, and the youth is in the road to rebellion and destruction: commendation has lost its value, censure its efficacy, and punishment its power.

REVERENCE is the next duty.

'Honor,' saith the commandment, 'thy father and mother.' This reverence has respect to your feelings, your words, and your actions. It consists in part, of an inward consciousness of their superiority, and endeavor to cherish a reverential frame of mind towards them, as placed by God over you. There must be high thoughts of their superiority, both natural and instituted, and a submission of the heart to their authority, in a way of sincere and profound respect.