the Han, whom I found the next morning at three o'clock busily employed in reading it, at a time his services were not required,--a good example.

Cure for a terrible disorder of the Mouth, commonly called Scandal.

TAKE of good nature, one ounce; of an herb commonly 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 a vessel called circumspection, for a short time, and it will be fit for use.- -Application: The symptoms are a violent itching in the tongue and roof of the mouth, which invariably takes place when you are with a kind of animals called gossips. When you feel a turn of it coming on, take a tea-spoonful of the above, hold it in your mouth, which you will keep closely shut until you get home, and you will find a complete cure.-Should you apprehend a relapse, keep a phial full about you, and on feeling the slightest symptoms repeat the dose.-Morning Post.

The Good Daughter's Gift.

IN
In yon low vale, amidst the embowering shade,
A clay-built cottage rears its modest head;
Its casement lights, low thatch, and wicket-gate,
Speak humble poverty its owner's state;
Yet many a symptom meets the observant eye,
And marks the abode of thrift and industry.
The well-trained woodbine, rose, and jessamine,
Climb the low porch, and round the casement twine:
And flowers of various hues and odours thrive
To feed the busy people of the hive;
Beyond, in order and succession due,
Potatoes, cabbage, carrots, rise to view,
With trees among, whose loaded branches bent
With autumn produce pay the yearly rent.

Nor less the housewife's care is seen within;
The garnish'd shelves-the dresser neat and clean-
The curd-white boards-the sand-besprinkled floor-
Th' inviting straw-wisp-mat at either door-
The clean swept hearth, (though small the fire be found)
The healthy, cleanly group assembled round,
In homely garb, yet patch'd with decent care-
The table neatly spread, though scant the fare.
Yet something nameless tells that every thought
Is not for earth; and heaven not quite forgot.
No scholars they,-yet one bless'd Book is there,
Their daily guide in duty's humble sphere;
'Midst all the ills of time their steady prop,
And for eternity-their blissful hope.
Betimes each parent strove with simple skill,
On their young race its sacred truths t' instil,
To win the willing heart for wisdom's way,
And rule the obedient life by duty's sway;
And heaven has smil'd on their paternal cares,
Their efforts bless'd, and heard their fervent prayers.
Their children now with grateful love requite,
For every toilsome day and weary night;
And bless the kind instructions early given,

To guard from snares of vice, and train for heaven.
Far distant, some, from the paternal cot,

Gone forth to seek in the wide world their lot;
While some at home remain, content to share
The humble labours and provisions there;
These, daily wake their parents' grateful joy-
Those, many an anxious thought and prayer employ.
But, Oh! when tidings of an absent child
Declare parental wishes all fulfill'd—

That Providence is still her watchful guide,

Her health preserv'd, her moderate wants suppliedHer parents' maxims cherish'd still and dear,

Their God still sought, and serv'd with reverent fear-
Employers too, consistent worth commend,

And pleas'd bestow the meed with liberal hand;
For prudence, diligence, fidelity,

And meekness, well accord with piety.

What grateful joys each parent's heart expand!
What gladness thrills through all the social band!

Nor yet alone these welcome tidings come;
Still mindful of the wants of those at home,
The duteous girl has earned, and saved with care,
That honoured friends her little wealth might share;
And now well-pleas'd, her grateful love imparts
A filial gift to cheer their aged hearts;
Behold the cottage, with her presents strew'd,
The worsted hose-the waistcoat warm and good-
And separate rolls some useful gift contain,
For "Father," "Mother," "Susan," "Richard,"
Exulting loud the younger girl and boy,

In noisy strains express their eager joy

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""Jane."

"And look, dear mother-see this nice warm shawl!
And money too!—and something for us all!"
But not the gifts engross the parents' cares-
Concern'd to know how their lov'd daughter fares;
Studious the father cons the precious line,
And Susan peeps, her skilful aid to join;
For she, at school, has learnt to read and spell,
And e'en hand-writing can interpret well!
While gladsome smiles the father's pleasures speak,
A silent tear strays down the mother's cheek;
Her swelling heart o'ercharg'd with glad surprise
May heaven reward my generous child!" she cries;
"Yes, heaven will bless-for 'tis a faithful word,
Children, your parents honour in the Lord;
He will your duteous love accept and own,
And all your lives with His rich favour crown.
Oh, could we clasp her to our grateful hearts!
Oh, could she see the pleasure she imparts!
But she can feel a joy as much refin'd,
The sweet approval of a peaceful mind!"
And, Reader, you, on whom kind heaven bestows
Like competence-whose daily cup o'erflows,
Think while you live in plenty day by day,
Have you no debt of gratitude to pay?
Think what you owe to those whose tender cares
Supplied the comforts of your infant years.
While pleas'd this scene of home-born bliss you
Think-have you made your parents happy too?

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