RHYMES OF ADVICE.

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Be simple in your taste for dress,
But clothe your soul in loveliness.
Be meek; O, it is sweet to be
Apparelled in humility.

The faults of others do not seek,
And of them do not often speak;
But daily search for all your own,
And strive to banish every one.

There's an example, sacred, bright,
That ever should be in your sight;

A character all holiness,

That you should reverence, love and bless.

Study this picture every day,

And to be like it, always pray;

For JESUS came, that we might be

Like unto him, in purity.

HYMN.

"Blessed are the peace-makers, for they shall be called the children of God.”

ANGER is like a cloud that comes,

And shades a pleasant sky;
No smiling sunbeam shineth o'er

A storm so dark and high.

And blessed are those children good,
Who, with a look or tone,

Bring forth a sweet and sunny smile,
Where hath been anger's frown.

For anger shadeth every thing,
That's beautiful and bright;
"T is like a demon on the earth,
When marching in its might.

HYMN.

O blessed are those children dear,
Who strive to fill its place,

By softened words, and mild reproof,
With the sweet angel, PEACE!

For they are like to Him who spoke
Those golden words of love;
The peace-makers shall blessed be;
Children of God above.

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"THEN WERE THERE BROUGHT UNTO HIM

LITTLE CHILDREN."

How beautiful is Jordan's lowly vale!

'T was a sweet picture; the red sun had sunk Low in the west behind Judea's hills,

Shedding a mellow glow o'er earth and sky.

All sounds were hushed, save the soft evening wind

That swept along, stirring the willows

That bent low and hung o'er Jordan's rapid

stream.

Then on the silent air there was the sound
Of many footsteps, and there came a group
'That sought the quiet coolness of a grove,
And sat them down beneath the pleasant shade,
And bared their brows to the cool air

THE CHILDREN BLESSED.

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Of eventide, and seemed at rest.

'Twas Jesus and his followers, that made That lovely spot so sacred.

Again was heard the sound of coming feet,

The short, quick tread of childhood in its joy,
And the light step of woman met the ear.
Then bounding o'er the path came a young
mother

With her only boy. Her full, dark eyes were

bent

On his young face, radiant with childhood's

beauty,

And her lips were moving as in prayer; and

tears,

A mother's tears, fell on his high fair brow, As he looked upward to her flowing eye, And wondered at its earnestness and hope. "Will he bless me, my mother?" said the child; "'Tis all I ask, my boy;" and passing on, She sought the feet of Jesus. Others came With children beautiful as infancy;

The noble boy, the fair and playful girl