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A fragrant orchard flourish’d near,
A garden nearer still ;

While sounds which cheer the waking year
Low murmur’d round the hill.

With equal zeal, the ardent pair
At once their task began ;

Each twig and fibre, sought with care,
Was moulded to their plan.

While, tireless, as they went and came,
The curious fabric grew,

I wonder’d what within their frame
Could guide their aims so true.

Could reason, man’s exalted lot,
In science proudly skilld,

Have taught to choose a sweeter spot,
Or better how to build!

Secure, when rapid winds should play,
Or roaring tempests beat,

Their dwelling felt the rising day,
But not the noon-tide heat.

With circling walls, and neatly dress’d
With lining soft and warm,

The hand of art has marr’d at best
Its just and faultless form.

The birds send out a cheerful song,
To find their work complete ;

The smiles of love, as duties throng,
Illume their calm retreat.

As now the bride, through weary days,
Retains the burden’d nest ;

From some new perch, her partner’s lays
Relieve her anxious breast.

When all a parent’s joys they share,
Recumbent on the brood,

The two, in turn, renew their care,
In turn convey them food.

They urge them soon, with voice and wing,
To range o’er hill and dale ;

The fledgelings from their cradle spring,
But find their efforts fail.

But where the parents lead the way,
As oft they try to rise,

They learn at length their wings to play,
And trace the lofty skies.

THE YOUTH’S CABINET.

If pleased, beneath an ash reclined,
To view a sight so fair,

I more would joy, with men to find
The wisdom practiced there.

May peace and love, to heaven allied,
Thus dwell at every door;

Let parents thus their offspring guide,
And teach their souls to soar

The Generous Blacksmith.

rk Wuson, passing, late one

evening, by a blacksmith’s

shop, and hearing the sound

of the hammer much later
than usual, stepped in to inquire the
cause. The man told him that one of
his neighbors had just been burned out,
and had lost everything; and he had
undertaken to work an hour earlier in
the morning, and an hour later at night,
to help him.

«This is kind in you,” said Mr. Wil-
son; “for I suppose your neighbor will
never be able to pay you again.”

“JT do not expect it,” replied the black-
smith; “but if I were in his situation,
and he in mine, I am sure he would do
as much for me.”

The next morning, Mr. Wilson called
and offered to lend the blacksmith fifty
dollars without interest, so that he might
be able to buy his iron cheaper. But
the man refused to take it; yet told Mr.
Wilson, that if he would lend it to the
man whose house was burned down, it
would go far toward helping him re-
build his cottage. To this Mr, Wilson
consented, and had the pleasure of ma-
king two men happy.