"Room for the proud!" but slow the feet
That bear his coffin down the street:
And dismal seems his winding-sheet
Who purple lately wore !

Ah! where must now his spirit fly,
In naked trembling agony ?
Or how shall he for mercy cry,

Who show'd it not before?

"Room for the proud!" in ghastly state,
The lords of Hell his coming wait,

And fling back wide the dreadful gate,
That shuts to ope no more.

"Lo! here with us the seat," they cry,
"For him who mock'd at poverty,
And bade intruding Conscience fly

Far from his palace door!"-Heber.

Roses.

An Eastern sage says that roses were made of what was left of woman at the creation.

Rule of Success.

Be firm one constant element in luck
Is genuine, solid, old Teutonic pluck.

See yon tall shaft-it felt the earthquake's thrill,
Clung to its base, and greets the sunrise still.
Stick to your aim; the mongrel's hold will slip,
But only crowbars loose the bulldog's grip;
Small as he looks, the jaw that never yields,
Drags down the bellowing monarch of the fields.

Rules of Life.

FRANKLIN'S.

It is said that Franklin laid down for himself the following

1. Temperance.-Eat not to dulness: drink not to elevation.

2. Silence. Speak nothing but what may benefit others or yourself: avoid trifling conversation.

3. Order.-Let all things have their places: let each part of your business have its time.

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4. Resolution.-Resolve to perform what you ought perform without fail what you resolve.

5. Frugality.-Make no expense but to do good to others or to yourself; i. e., waste nothing.

6. Industry.-Lose no time; be always employed in something useful; cut off all unnecessary actions.

7. Sincerity.-Use no hurtful deceit : think innocently and justly; and if you speak, speak accordingly.

8. Justice.—Wrong none by doing injuries, or omitting the benefits that are your duty.

9. Moderation.—Avoid extremes: forbear resenting injuries so much as you think they deserve.

10. Cleanliness. -Tolerate no uncleanliness in body, clothes, or habitation.

11. Tranquillity.-Be not disturbed at trifles, or at accidents common and unavoidable.

12. Chastity.-Avoid injury to your own or another's peace or happiness.

MRS. FRY'S.

1. Never lose any time: I do not think that lost which is spent in amusement or recreation sometime every day; but always be in the habit of being employed.

2. Never err the least in truth.

3. Never say an ill thing of any person when thou canst say a good thing of them; not only speak charitably, but feel so.

4. Never be irritable or unkind to anybody.

5. Never indulge thyself in luxuries that are not necessary. 6. Do all things with consideration, and when thy path to act right is most difficult, feel confidence in that Power alone which is able to assist thee, and exert thy own powers as far as they go.

MASONIC.

Trust God, distrust yourself, do all that's right;
Pray chastely, frugal live, avoid expense;
Hear much, speak little, bring not into light

The hidden; spare the humble, yield obedience
To all superiors, with your equals bear;
Avoid delay, ne'er threaten, but decry
The haughty; do no evil; learn by prayer
To live to God, and also learn to die.

"Tis well to walk with a cheerful heart
Wherever our fortune call,

With a friendly glance and an open hand,
And a gentle word for all.

Since life is a rugged and difficult path,
Where toil is the portion of man,

We all should endeavour, while passing along,
To make it as smooth as we can.

Satire is a dwarf which stands upon the shoulders of the giant Ill-Nature; and the kingdom of verse, like that of Epirus, is often left not to him who has the noblest genius, but the sharpest sword. The wit of a satirist is like invisible writing look at it with an indifferent eye, and lo! there is none hold it up to the light, and you cannot perceive it; but rub it over with your own spirit of acid, and see how plain and striking it becomes.-Bulwer.

Saturday Afternoon.

I love to look on a scene like this,
Of wild and careless play,

And persuade myself that I am not old,
And my locks are not yet gray;

For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart,
And it makes his pulses fly,

To catch the thrill of a happy voice,
And the light of a pleasant eye.

I have walked the world for fourscore years,
And they say that I am old;

And my heart is ripe for the reaper Death,
And my years are well nigh told.

It is very true-it is very true-
I'm old, and "I bide my time,”-

But my heart will leap at a scene like this,
And I half renew my prime.

Play on! play on! I am with you there,
In the midst of your merry ring;
I can feel the thrill of the daring jump;
And the rush of the breathless swing.
I hide with you in the fragrant hay,
And I whoop the smother'd call;
And my feet slip up on the seedy floor,
And I care not for the fall.

I am willing to die when my time shall come,

And I shall be glad to go,

For the world, at best, is a weary place,

And my pulse is getting low;

But the grave is dark, and the heart will fail
In treading its weary way;

And it wiles my heart from its dreariness,
To see the young so gay.-N. P. Willis.

Scandal.

As a cure for scandal, take of Good Nature, one ounce; of the herb called by the Indians, Mind your own business, one ounce; mix this with a little Charity for others, and two or three sprigs of Keep your tongue between your teeth; simmer them together in the vessel of Circumspection, for a short time, and it will be fit for use. Application :—The symptom is a violent itching in the tongue and roof of the mouth, which invariably takes place when you are in company with a species of animals called Gossips; when you feel a fit of it coming on, take a teaspoonful of the mixture; hold it in your mouth, which you will keep closely shut till you get home, and you will find a complete cure. Should you apprehend a relapse, keep a small bottle of the mixture about you, and on the slightest symptom repeat the dose. - Believe not each accusing tongue,

As most weak persons do;

But still believe that story wrong,

Which ought not to be true.-Sheridan.

- Scandal has something so piquant, it is a sort of cayenne to the mind.- Byron.

Schoolmaster.

A man severe he was, and stern to view ;
I knew him well, and every truant knew.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning's face.
Full well they laugh'd, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd:
Yet he was kind; or, if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fault;
The village all declared how much he knew ;
'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too;
Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage;
And even the story ran that he could guage;