But then you must not go your way Put out the smallest spark of Pride 66 To brood upon it in your mind; Pray in your thoughts, and God will know; The best of gifts-an humble heart. How much you've failed in this respect. S. EVENING. Rom. ii. 29. 2 Cor. v. 10. Luke xiii. 3. Matt. vii. 3. Rom. x. 12. John xiii. 7. 19. Deut. xxxi 6. Sun. 27. Ps. xxxvii. 34. 1 John v. 11. Heb. x. 32. 1 John iv. 19. The reader is requested to alter the following figures in the second column of the Nov. number. In the 3d line change 11 to xi; in the 5th and 28th lines, change 2 to 1. The Editor was very desirous of complying with the request of U. Y. having himself experienced the very inconvenience which his correspondent complains of; but the proposed alteration seemed likely to produce an irregularity which might be still more inconvenient. THE RED-BREAST. THIS is a season of the year when we cannot help noticing the little Robin-red-breast. If the weather, is open, and we are stirring up the ground in our gardens, this little bird seems to enjoy himself in the fresh earth, picking up the worms and other. insects, and sometimes, without any appearance of fear, comes so close up to us as to seem ready almost to perch upon the tools we are working with. When there is this appearance of confidence, nobody could be so hard-hearted as to hurt the little creature. Even the cruel boys, who are so fond of tormenting dumb animals, will hardly any of them hurt a Robinred-breast. In the pretty old ballad of the Children in the Wood, the Red-breasts are said to have covered the two poor babes with leaves; and this pretty story has, I believed, saved the life of many a little Robin. These little tales which teach kindness to animals, are as useful as they are entertaining; and are highly proper to be put into the hands of children. In the coldest part of winter, when the ground is hardened with the frost or covered with the snow, and the poor birds know not where to seek their food, the little Red-breast seems to know that he shall be well received, and he comes hopping and chirping up to our very houses; and, with a very little encouragement, will come in and eat his crumbs off our table. I need not say much about the Natural History of the Red-breast, as most of my readers are sufficiently acquainted with it. Some people consider it as a bird of passage, and say that it is only the young and inexperienced who stop with us in the winter. The Red-breast generally builds her nest,-I was just going to say where;-but if I tell, perhaps some naughty boy may be looking for it; and yet I can hardly think that any boy who reads my little book would be so cruel as to rob a poor Red-breast of her young. The female lays from four to six eggs. This bird feeds chiefly on worms or other insects. Mr. Bingley says that it eats a worm in the following curious manner. "It takes the worm by one end in its beak, and beats it on the ground till the inner part comes away. Then seizing it, in the same manner, by the other end, it entirely cleanses it and then eats it." This bird seems a favourite in many countries, and generally goes by some familiar name. "The inhabitants of Bornholm call it Tommi Liden; the Norwegians, Peter Ronsmad; the Germans, Thomas Gierdet, as we call it Robin Red-breast." Mrs. Trimmer's book of Fabulous Histories gives us a very interesting account of a nest of Redbreasts. And, as we are talking about Natural History, we shall give a specimen of the manner in which one of these little birds (supposing it to talk) describes an animal which it had seen. "We have seen a monster," said the young Robin. "We were sitting peacably in the nest, when suddenly we heard a noise, and presently a great red face appeared before the nest, with a pair of enor mous staring eyes, a very large beak, and, below that, a wide mouth with two rows of bones that looked as if they could grind us to pieces in an instant. About the top of this round face, and down the sides, hung something black, but not like feathers. What could this monster be?"-The poor Robins had seen a MAN! To the Editor of the Cottager's Monthly Visitor. MR. EDITOR, I TAKE the liberty of sending you the two following extracts for the Cottager's Monthly Visitor; should you think fit to insert them. I pray God, Sir, to bless your labours, and beg leave to subscribe myself, Your obedient Servant, R. B. ADVICE TO HUSBANDS AND WIVES. KINDNESS is oftentimes, in itself, more powerful to the attainment of our desires than the utmost stretch of power can be. And this is finely illustrated in the fable of" the Sun and the North Wind." A contest arose between these two powers, which of them should sooner oblige a countryman to throw off his loose coat. The Wind began, and storming with all his force, tumbled and tossed the coat about the poor man's ears, but to no purpose; for the stronger he blew the stronger the clown held, and the closer he wrapt his coat about him. When the Wind was weary, the Sun began and played his cheerful beams upon him so successfully, that he soon melted him down into a kindly warmth, that made his coat not only useless but troublesome to him, and so he quickly threw it off. The fable is well known, and the moral of it is easy to understand: and I would earnestly recommend it to all married men and women to remember, that, when storming and raging are ineffectual to gain their ends, kindness and good nature will seldom or never fail of success. DR. DELANY. How to make a right Use of one's Eyes. A PERSON of distinction, who had endured much persecution with a calm unruffled temper, was asked by a friend how he attained to such a mastery of himself. By making a right use of my eyes," said he. "I first look up to heaven, as the place whither I am going to live for ever. I next look down upon |