kindness and encouragement! Let us not be niggards of the moral comfit-praise. Credit to a dawning or dormant capacity is often what an advance of capital is to a struggling trader; it assists, perhaps inspires, the exertion that enables him to realize fortune and repay the loan with interest. I would present to every parent the following beautiful lines by Coleridge, and even suggest their being committed to memory:

"O'er wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule,
And sun thee in the light of happy faces,

Love, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces,
And in thine own heart let them first keep school.
For as old Atlas on his broad neck places
Heaven's starry globe, and there sustains it ;-so
Do these upbear the little world below
Of Education, Patience, Love, and Hope.
Methinks I see them grouped in seemly show,
The straightened arms upraised, the palms aslope,
And robes that, touching as adown they flow,
Distinctly blend like snow embossed in snow;
O part them never! If Hope prostrate lie,
Love too will sink and die.

But love is subtle, and doth proof derive
From her own life that Hope is yet alive;
And bending o'er, with soul transfusing eyes,

And the soft murmurs of the mother dove,

Woos back the fleeting spirit, and half supplies:

Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave to Love.

Yet haply there will come a weary day,

When overtasked at length

Both Love and Hope beneath the load give way.
Then with a statue's smile, a statue's strength,
Stands the mute sister, Patience, nothing loth,
And, both supporting, does the work of both."

OLD HAUNTS.

BY M. F. TUPPER.

I LOVE to linger on my track
Wherever I have dwelt,

In after years to loiter back,
And feel as once I felt;

My foot falls lightly on the sward,
Yet leaves a deathless dint,
With tenderness I still regard
Its unforgotten print.

Old places have a charm for me
The new can ne'er attain,
Old faces - how I long to see
Their kindly looks again!

Yet, these are gone: -- while all around

Is changeable as air,

I'll anchor in the solid ground

And root my memories there!
20*

THE BLUE EYES.

BY CAMILLA TOULMIN.

CHAPTER FIRST.

"I AM very late, dear Fanny, but I have twenty things to tell you of, which have detained me to-day," said Walter Bingham to his wife, as she met him in the hall with a smiling face and affectionate welcome. Their house was a small one, in an obscure and fourth-rate street; but love and peace were the guardian angels that kept the portal, and shed a fairy lustre throughout the dwelling.

"Nay," replied the wife, "you said that I must not expect you before five, but that you would not be later than six; it has not struck, so I am sure I have no right to complain."

Ah, Fan, you never scold- but you know very well I meant to be home long ago,"

Walter Bingham's history may be briefly told. He had been left an orphan when a mere child, and confided by his father's will to the guardianship of his maternal uncle, the child's nearest relative. Mr. Shirley was a thoroughly worldly man. It would have been a compliment to call

him "a man of the world," seeing that this phrase, ugly as it is in its most general meaning, nevertheless implies a width a grasp of mind Walter's uncle never possessed; but he was intensely worldly and selfish in all his aims, narrow as they were, without a sympathy beyond his own hearth, from which indeed in this sense the orphan was excluded. Fortunately, Walter's fortune, amounting to about six thousand pounds, had been so tightly secured in the hands of trustees, that, beyond receiving the appointed allowance for his education, even Mr. Shirley's ingenuity could not make away with it during the boy's minority; but he was not without his plans by which to appropriate it nevertheless. On one dexterous pretext or another he avoided settling Walter in any profession or pursuit until he became of age; taking care meanwhile to make his life glide away so smoothly, that delays and changes of purpose seemed to have arisen from the most fortunate course of events.

His scheme, however, was to make Walter's inheritance the nucleus of a fortune for his own son Charles, a shrewd youth, who added to his father's characteristics a keener intellect, and, if possible, a colder heart. In due time, therefore, a mercantile project was brought forward, and in a few weeks a partnership was formed between the cousins. Charles Shirley was at this time

seven or eight and twenty: it was represented that his experience and circumstances had given him a knowledge of business-should be weighed against Walter's money, and they started on terms of perfect equality. A thriving business, however, once established, the " experienced" partner had no notion of another reaping the fruits of his toil. By turns appalling his dupe for that is the proper term — by the proposal of daring and unprincipled speculations, and impressing him with a sense of his own unfitness to cope with anxieties so great, or decide on undertakings so important, in less than six years he contrived to dissolve their partnership

- leaving Walter, it is true, but a wreck of his property, and yet gaining his end without any violent rupture or wordy quarrel.

The cousins were as opposite as light from darkness. Walter Bingham's was a nature that would not swerve aside from the path of strict integrity for all the temptations of gain which could be offered him. His own high heart had saved him from many of the evils of an imperfect and even corrupt education; but his character had developed rather late, and all which was valuable he had learned since he became his own master, and not a few of his early lessons had he unlearned during the same period. He was now a great deal too self-reliant to be made the dupe