THE YOUTH’S CABINET.

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the bright brow, and then tears gushing
over the now pale cheek? Is it that
little grave amid the flowers?” Ah,
child! this is not that “ better land,” for
“there is no death there !”

_ And dost thou weep to find a grave,
Whose length is near thy own ?
Nay, all thy precious tear-drops save ;
Resume thy cheerful tone.

That little heart is spared the pain
Thine may be doomed to know:
Grief cannot shade that brow again ;

Rise, little weeper! go!

And grieve not for the little one
Whose years were brief and few;
Thine spared, ere many more be done,

May call for weeping too,

But place thy trust in Jesus’ arm,
For earth is dark and dim;

Friends cannot shield thy life from harm:
Go! rest thy heart on Him.

Rooxrorp, Int. H. L. W.

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Trust in Providence.

HERE were two neighbors, who had
each a wife and several little
children, and their wages as com-
mon laborers were their only sup-

port. One of these men was fretful and
disquieted, saying, “Uf I die, or even if
[ fall sick, what will become of my fam-
ily?” This thought never left him, but
gnawed his heart, as a worm the fruit
in which it is hidden. Now, although
the same thought was presented to the
mind of the other father, yet he was not
fretted by it, for he said, “God, who
knows all his creatures, and watches

over them, shall also watch over me and
mine.” Thus he lived tranquil, while
the other neither tasted repose nor
joy. One day, as the latter was labor-
ing in the ficld, sad and cast down be-
cause of his fear, he saw some birds go
in and out of a plantation. Having ap-
proached, he found two nests side by
side, and in each several young ones,
newly hatched and still unfledged. When
he returned to his work, he frequently
looked at these birds, as they went out
and returned, carrying nourishment to
their young ones. But behold! at the
moment when one of the mothers is re-
turning with her bill full, a vulture
seizes her, carries her off, and the poor
mother, vainly struggling beneath his
grasp, utters a piercing cry. At this
sight the man who was working felt his
soul more troubled than before; for,
thought he, the death of the mother is
the death of her young ones. Mine
have only me—no other! What will
become of them if I fail them? All the
day he was gloomy and sad, and at
night he slept not. On the morrow, as
he returned to the field, he said, “I
should like to see the little ones of that
poor mother—several, without doubt,
have already perished.” He set off to-
ward the plantation, and looking into the
nests, he saw the young ones alive and
well; not one seemed to have suffered.
Astonished at this he hid himself in or-
der to see the cause. After a little while
he heard a light cry, and perceived the
other mother bringing back, in haste, the
food she had gathered, which she dis-
tributed to all the young ones without
distinction. There was some for each,
and the orphans were not abandoned in
their misery. In the evening, the father