EARLY DAYS.

NOVEMBER, 1856.

SEND US THE BREAD OF LIFE.
A CRY upon the winds is borne;
We hear it day by day;

It comes from lands that sigh and mourn
Beneath the spoiler's sway.

We hear it o'er the distant seas,
The startling, earnest cry;
We hear it sounding in the breeze
Of mountains stern and high.

What is this cry, that ever comes
Wafted upon the air,

Or wafted by the ocean-wave?
What is this earnest prayer?

Children, it is for living bread,
And for life's water pure,
That spirits crush'd, and dark, and dead,
May endless good secure.

Ah, sad 'twill be, if all in vain

It fall upon the ear,

And wake no answering tone again,

And start no pitying tear.

Help for the Heathen! let it go
From every youthful hand;
Help! that the blessedness ye know
May flow to every land.

LLANDAFF CATHEDRAL.

NEAR Cardiff, a very flourishing town of Gla morganshire, stands the little city (sometimes called the village, and sometimes the hamlet) of Llandaff Its name signifies the Church of the Taf. It contain two mansions, two or three neat but small dwelling houses, and a few poor cottages. But it is remark able for its cathedral, once much larger than it now. A new west front has for some time greatl offended the lovers of ancient and Gothic archite ture. Some parts of the structure, including a tow at the south-west, were thrown down during lightning-storm in 1703. In a chapel at the easter end, Divine service is often performed in Wels! Many distinguished persons lie buried at Llandaff but the monuments have been suffered, for the mo part, to fall into decay. The cathedral is used ju as a parish church.

CHAPTERS FOR CHILDREN.

CHAPTER LXXXI.

ANECDOTES OF LITTLE FRANK.

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give you a solitary instance of disobedience.

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afternoon he was playing within-doors, for it was a wet day, when his mother thought she heard low obs in his room. Frank was found weeping, and his face bruised and swollen: he only explained that e had fallen, and then begged to be left alone, even y his mother. She, however, remained near the oor; and, in the midst of sobs, heard his voice in rnest prayer. His mother entered the room again hen he was composed, and, inquiring about the ecident, wished him to explain why he was anxious > be left alone. He burst into tears, saying, "I tended to tell everything, but I could not until I id first confessed my sin to God, and obtained His rdon." He then said that he had disobeyed her trying to ride on the banisters, and, having lost s balance, had fallen over to the floor beneath. e was long and deeply humbled, and did not desire forget the fault he had committed. My dear tle readers, may you have as tender a conscience Frank had, and be as truly sorry when you have Always pray for pardon through sus Christ, till you feel happy. His was a very ely character. I will copy a little more about ,which I feel certain will please you. His ther, in writing to a relative, says, "I have a nice e anecdote of dear Frankie for you. Among his asures he found a charming piece of pink calico, fit a flag, and chose out of the said treasures a set of tures, which were duly pasted on it: papa gave a grand pole for his flagstaff; and, for the last or two, he has been the happiest of the happy, ing it all over the house with songs of triumph;

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and many a flap-not to say blow-has been given with it, owing to its height. Yesterday, at dinner, he came running in to consult me about his book, which he had left in my room: when I looked up to answer him, I saw his sweet face, with the traces on his cheeks of tears lately shed, and not quite wiped away. I asked the cause. 'O! nothing: it doe not signify;' but, as he added, it was that his pole was broken, and his flag torn, the little boson heaved as if the tears could scarcely be sup pressed. He had been waving it 'for victory' whe his brother went up from dinner, and had stru and enraged him with it. Henry, partly in fun, at partly, as he owned himself, in anger, broke t staff! Frankie's way of telling it was so nice; n passionate, or making the worst of it; but when said I was very sorry his flag was spoilt, and I w sure Henry was sorry too, you never saw anythi so droll as the way in which he said he did not thi he was very sorry, for he said he was very glad was broken and gone. When he was going to be I advised him to go in to his brother, who was his room studying for school, and tell him he h not meant to strike him with the flag, and wish h good night pleasantly, and ask for, and give, a swe kiss. After he was in bed, I asked, before leavi him, if he and his brother had parted lovingly. yes!' was the answer. He then gave me such pretty simple account of it; ending with,' And both cried, and he put his arms close round r neck, and I put mine round his, and we kissed o another; and he told me he was very sorry, and th