THE DEAD SPARROW. TELL me not of joy! there's none, He would chirp and play with me; He would catch a crumb, and then, Would moisture sip; He would from my trencher feed; Then would hop, and then would run, And cry philip when he'd done! O! whose heart can choose but bleed? O! how eager would he fight, And ne'er hurt, though he did bite! No morn did pass, But on my glass You He would sit, and mark, and do, Whatever ways 'er, now let 'em fall ; tway sleek 'em too. One day, as he stood in the heat of the sun, And as he again cast his eyes on the tree, He said to himself, "Oh! how nice they would be, So cool and refreshing to-day! The tree is so full, and I'll only take one, And old John won't see, for he is not at home, But stop, little boy, take your hand from the bough, Remember, though old John can't see you just now, And no one to chide you is nigh, There is One, who by night just as well as by day, O then, little boy, come away from the tree, Or any thing, rather than steal; For the great God, who ever through darkness can look, Writes down ev'ry crime we commit in his book, Howe'er we may think to conceal. THE TEMPEST. SEE the dark vapours cloud the sky, The thunder rumbles round and round! The lightning's flash begins to fly, Big drops of rain bedew the ground: Now nearer rolls the mighty peal: The forked lightning breaks the cloud; Deep torrents drench the swimming plain, And sheets of fire descend with rain. "Tis God who on the tempest rides, Then why with childish terror fear Or give me cause for dire alarm, If he direct the fiery ball, And bid it not on me to fall. Yet, though beneath his pow'r divine, I'll not seek shelter from a tree; More dreadful might the lightning be: Or lightnings flashing from the sky, Charloter mar the bet dig A. T. "WHAT, Charles return'd!" papa exclaim'd, D "So tedious, stupid, dull a walk,” Said Charles, "I'll go no moreFirst stopping here, then lagging there, O'er this and that to pore. "I cross'd the fields near Woodland House, And just went up the hill; Then by the river side came down, Near Mr. Fairplay's mill." Now Tom and Samuel both ran in "O dear, papa," said they, "The sweetest walk we both have had, O, what a pleasant day. "Near Woodland House we cross'd the fields, "But very dull he found the walk. "First look, papa, at this small branch, Which on a tall oak grew, |