ADVICE TO THE CHILDREN.
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All that you do, do with your might, ;
Things done by halves are never done right.

  

One thing at once, and that one well,
Is a good rule, as wise men tell;
Moments are useless trifled away—
Work while you work, and play while you play!

 

 

HOLGER DANSKE.
IN THE CASTLE OF KRONENBERG.

From a Danish Legend.

Holger Danske is a hero of the Danes, resembling
the Frederic Barbarossa of Germany. He is said not to
be dead, but to be asleep in a subterranean dungeon of
the Castle of Kronenberg, where he waits to deliver
Denmark in her greatest peril.

HERE stands an ancient castle
or On Denmark’s northern shore,
And Kronenberg that castle’s name—
*Tis close by Elsinore.

There day by day the cannons
Roar from the castle wall ;

And from the ships a loud salute
Re-echoes through the hall.

And in that ancient castle,

Far, far beneath the sod,

There lies a deep, dark dungeon,
That never mortal trod;

Save he who long hath slept there,
A hero good and bold, :

Who served his country faithfully
In troublous times of old.

Right well-beloved of Denmark,
And wide-world is his fame ;

A strong and stalwart warrior,
And Holger Danske his name.

He sees a faithful pictire
Of Denmark’s weal and woe:
Her loss, her gain, her conquest,
Does this brave warrior know.

And every year he waketh,
And smiles, and nods his head,
And saith, ‘ Ye Danes, remember,
I come in hour of dread.’

But though full many a danger
May threat his ancient home;

Though Danish men in terror
May hope. that he will come;

Not till the last great danger
Shall come before his eyes,
When every Dane despaireth,
Shall Holger Danske arise.

While daily yet the cannons
Roar from the castle wall,
While daily yet the loud salute

Re-echoes through the hall,

Must Holger Danske sleep peacefully
Till other sound’ he hear ;

Till other cannon roaring
Proclaim the danger near.

Then, from his sleep awaking,
His country he shall save,
And, faithful to his promise,

Its enemies enslave. L. W. O.

 

 

WILLIAM HUTTON.

—o—.

ILLIAM HUTTON, author of
The History of Birmingham, and
several other interesting works,
was a self-taught genius. His life,
written by himself in his seventy-
fifth year, proves how indomitable
energy and application can over-
come the disadvantage of the most
neglected youth and adverse cir-
cumstances. He was born in the
town of Derby in the year 1723,

and was the second son of a journeyman woolcomber.

Hutton’s father was given to drinking, and so his poor

wife and children suffered much distress. William

relates that at one time he fasted from breakfast one
day till noon the next, and even then dined upon flour
and water only boiled into a hasty pudding.

The only education he ever received was during’
his fifth and sixth years. At seven years old his
days of toil began. He was sent to work at a silk-
mill, and had to rise at five every morning and
associate with rude and rough companions. During
seven long years this drudgery continued, and ter-
minated in his fourteenth year, after which he was
bound for seven years more to his uncle, who was
a stocking-weaver at Nottingham.

On one occasion he failed to complete a piece of
work given him to do and received a flogging. Stung
with the disgrace, and unable to endure the sneers
of his comrades, he fled, taking his clothes with him
in a bundle and two shillings in his pocket, and went
towards Birmingham, where he arrived in great
distress, little thinking that nine years later he should
be a resident there, and after the lapse of more than
thirty years should write its history, On the evening
of his arrival he thus describes himself: «I sat to
rest upon the north side of the old cross, near Philip
Street, the poorest of all the poor belonging to that
great parish, of which twenty-seven years after I
should be overseer. -I sat under that roof a silent,
oppressed object, where thirty-one years after I
should sit to determine differences between man and
man. Why did not some kind angel comfort me with
the distant prospect?’

This remarkable man died in 1815, at the great age
of ninety-two. His daughter, speaking of him, says,
‘The predominant feature in my father’s character
was his love of peace ;’ and she sums up his character
by saying, ‘ He was an uncommon instance of resolu-
tion and perseverance, and an example of what these
can effect.’

 

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