FOR CHILDREN. 237

“Js it far away, in some region old,

Where the rivers wander o’er sands of gold P—

Where the burning rays of the ruby shine,

And the diamond lights up the secret mine,

And the pear] gleams forth from the coral strand ?—

Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ?”
«Not there, not there, my child!"

“ Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair,—
Sorrow and death may not enter there ;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb,

It is there, it is there, my child!”

Mrs. Hemans.

 

TIME.

Time that is past, thou never canst recall ;

Of time to come, thou art not sure at all;

Time present, only, is within thy power,

And therefore Now improve the present hour.
Byrom.

 

THE ENTAIL;: OR, THE LORDLY
BUTTERFLY.
One summer’s morn, a butterfly
Of high and noble ancestry,
1 Entail—An estate so settled, that it cannot be sold, or

in any way disposed of at pleasure by a subsequent possessor,
but must descend in a direct line from heir to heir.