Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close:
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught !
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;

Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.

LONGFELLOW.

THE ANT.-INDUSTRY.

THESE emmets, how little they are in our eyes!
We tread them to dust, and a troop of them dies,
Without our regard or concern;

Yet as wise as we are, if sent to their school
There's many a sluggard and many a fool
Some lessons of wisdom might learn.

They don't wear their time out in sleeping or play,
But gather up corn in a sunshiny day,

And for winter they lay up their stores;

They manage their work in such regular forms,

One would think they foresaw all the frosts and the storms,
And so brought their food within doors.

But I have less sense than a poor creeping ant,
If I take not due care for the things I shall want,
Nor provide against dangers in time;
When death and old age shall stare in my face,
What a wretch shall I be in the end of my days,
If I trifle away all their prime!

Now, now while my strength and my youth are in bloom,
Let me think what shall save me when sickness shall come,
And pray that my sins be forgiven.

Let me read in good books, and believe and obey;
That when death turns me out of this cottage of clay,

I may dwell in a palace in heaven.

WATTS.

THE HAPPY LAND.

THERE is a happy land,
Far, far away!

Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.
Oh, how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Saviour King;
Loud let His praises ring
Praise, praise for aye..

Come to this happy land,
Come, come away;

Why will ye doubting stand?

Why still delay ?

Oh! we shall happy be,

When from sin and sorrow free;
Lord, we shall live with Thee,
Blest, blest for aye.

Bright in that happy land

Beams every eyeKept by a Father's hand,

Love cannot die :

On, then, to glory run;

Be a crown and kingdom won,

And, bright above the sun,

We reign for aye.

ANDREW YOUNG.