"Not to myself alone,” The streamlet whispers on its pebbly way - I sweeten and refresh the languid air "Not to myself alone:” ( man, forget not thou, earth's honored priest ! Live to thy neighbor, live unto thy God, LESSON XXIII. The Church-yard Stile. ELIZA COOK I LEFT thee young and gay, Mary, When last the thorn was white; I went upon my way, Mary, And all the world seemed bright; Beside me, in the midnight watch, Above me in the storm. And many a blissful dream I had, I'm here to seek thee now, Mary, To fondly tell thee how, Mary, I came to yield thee up my heart, I breathed thy name, but every pulse For I was told thou wert asleep My messmates deemed me brave, Mary, But flowers above thy grave, Mary, I felt no throb of quailing fear But pale and weak I tremble here, I came to meet thy happy face, O, years may pass away, Mary, The world may make me old and wise, That called me back to find thy grave LESSON XXIV. Last Wishes of a Child. JAMES T. FIELDS. "ALL the hedges are in bloom, And the warm west wind is blowing; Let me go where flowers are growing. "Look, my cheek is thin and pale, Ere my sight begins to fail, Take my hand and let us go. "Was not that the robin's song I shall not be listening long Take me to the meadow side! "Bear me to the willow-brook - “Faint and fainter grows my breath; Still the hedges are in bloom, And the warm west wind is blowing; O'er her grave the grass is growing. LESSON XXV. Never waste Bread. CHAMBERS'S EDINBURGH JOURNAL. THE Dutch are a reflecting and sententious people; and one of them, according to the report of a gentleman who had lived among them, defined education thus Every word a precept, every action an example." The Scotch, in their practice, seem very strictly to follow this definition; for with them example to the young is anxiously attended to, and instruction introduced upon every fitting opportunity. "Mind the bairns! mind the bairns!" would a late Presbyterian pastor settled in London say, when calling to chide any laxity in attending church; and "The father mixes a' wi admonition due," says Burns, in one of the most true and beautiful pictures of Scottish life ever drawn. The fathers and mothers of Scotland give their instructions in various ways—by example, by precept, and by story. In humble and middle life this is particularly the case; for in these ranks generally the young person has nothing to look to but his or her good conduct; and often when strangers consider the young Scotchman or Scotchwoman as naturally wary and calculating, they are only following precepts, or reflecting on examples, anxiously impressed upon them by friends now far distant, and whose precepts have from that circumstance a sort of sacredness, since they are associated with all the deep and moving memories of home. One of their earliest precepts is against unnecessary waste of any thing; not from the natural and proper consideration that it is waste, and consequently an unnecessary and improper expense, but from the yet higher consideration, that, however they themselves might be able to afford that waste, it is unlawful because it concerns others; as the rich cannot waste any thing which they do not thereby render dear to the poor. And, above all things, they are apt to look with horror on the waste of human food; first, from the trouble and toil necessary to produce it; and next, because it is indispensable to existence. Bread, in particular, is recognized as the symbol of all subsistence, and is therefore termed "the staff of life." And as every Flemish child is taught to look with alarm on pulling up grass, as tending to destroy the tenacity of the soil, and consequently the security of the country which depends upon the maintenance of its dikes, so the Scottish child is taught to look with alarm on the waste of bread, because the want of that article is fatal, and, in Scotland, has been often felt. The following story, which the writer heard when very young from the lips of a revered relative, illustrates this characteristic of the Scottish people, and discloses also some other feelings peculiar to Scotland at that period:-" My father," she said, "was a tenant of the good but unfortunate Lord Pitsligo. It was in the spring of the year 1745, immediately after the defeat of the prince's army at Culloden, and when the gentlemen out upon that unfortunate occasion, and many |