Lose no time; be always employed in something useful.

Wrong none by doing injuries, and forbear resenting them.

Do you aim at tranquillity? Be not disturbed about trifles, or at accidents common or unavoidable.

Use no hurtful deceit; think innocently and justly, and then you will speak so.

Suffer no untidiness in your person, or clothes, or dwelling.

Manner of drinking Tea in Koonday.-Nothing is done in this country without tea, which is handed about at all times and hours, and gives a social character to conversation, which is very agreeable. The Usbecks drink their tea with salt instead of sugar, and sometimes mix it with fat; it is then called "keimukchah." After each person has had one or two large cups, a smaller one is handed round, made in the usual manner, without milk. The leaves of the pot are then divided among the party.-Lieut. Barnes's Travels into Bokhara.

"When Sir Isaac Newton was a boy, he sometimes assisted in driving cattle to market; at other times he carried corn for sale; at others he attended the sheep. At length his uncle found him in a hayloft at Grantham, working out a problem, after which he was sent to school, where he soon showed his great and various talents. In the year 1660, being eighteen years of age, he went to the University

of Cambridge, where he manifested extraordinary aptitude for the acquirement of knowledge. At length he became one of the greatest and best men that ever lived." It is said of him, that he never pronounced the word, God, without slightly inclining his head, in token of deep reverence of so holy a name.

When Dr. Watts was about seven or eight years old, he was desired by his mother to write her some lines, as was the custom with the other boys, after school hours, for which she used to reward them with a farthing. Isaac obeyed, and presented her with the following couplet :

I write not for a farthing, but to try
How I your farthing writers can outvie.

SHORT POEMS.

The following pieces of poetry have been selected in the hope that, from their being so short, they could be easily committed to memory, and thus prove a source of pleasing occupation for the mind in the hour of leisure.

LINES ON THE VOYAGE OF LIFE.

Bound on a voyage of awful length,
And dangers little known,

A stranger to superior strength,
Man vainly trusts his own.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the distant coast,

The breath of heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.-Cowper.

EPITAPH ON AN INFANT.

Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came; with friendly care
The opening bud to heaven conveyed
And bade it blossom there.-Coleridge.

TO A NEW-BORN INFANT.

The morn that ushered thee to life, my child,
Beheld thee weep, whilst all around thee smiled;
So live, that, sinking in thy last long sleep,
Calm thou mayst smile, whilst all around thee weep.

MODEST, RETIRING CHARACTERS, AND THOSE THAT LOVE
TO BE TALKED OF, COMPARED.

Few note the virtue that from view retires,
Few prize the worth that every moment sees;
We mark the tempest's rage, the comet's fires,
Forget the shower, the sunshine, and the breeze.

Man-like it is to fall into sin,
Fiend-like it is to dwell therein;

Christ-like it is for sin to grieve,

God-like it is all sin to leave.-Longfellow.

ON PRAYER.

Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways,

While angels in their songs rejoice,

And say, "Behold, he prays."-Montgomery.

TO A BUTTERFLY.

Little, fluttering, beauteous fly,
With azure wing of softest dye,
Hither, fairy insect, hie,

Nor fear to lose thy liberty.
Well I know thy life is short,
One transient hour of idle sport;
Enjoy that little halcyon hour,

And kiss each fair and fragrant flower;
No more I'll stay thy mazy flight,
For short thy moments of delight.

By Mrs. Hemans, when quite young.

THE APRIL MORN.

Now a smile, and now a frown,
Brightening now, and now cast down;
Such the face which April wears,
Now in smiles, and now in tears.

Such the life we lead below,
Full of joy, and full of woe;
Lovely prospects now arise,
Vanish now before our eyes.

Yet, amid the clouds of grief,
Still a sunbeam sheds relief,
Like the face which April wears,
Now in smiles, and now in tears.

By Mrs. Hemans, when quite young.

AN EVENING THOUGHT.

Reflected on the lake, I love
To see the stars of evening glow,
So tranquil in the heavens above,
So restless in the waves below.

Thus heavenly hope is all serene,
But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,
Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,
As false and fleeting as 'tis fair.

Bishop Heber.

A SUNSET THOUGHT.

Contemplate when the sun declines
Thy death, with deep reflection,-
And when again his rising shines,
Thy day of resurrection.-Cowper.

BELIEVE IT.

There is, in every human heart,
Some not completely barren part,
Where seeds of truth and love might grow,
And flowers of generous virtue blow.

To plant, to watch, to water there,

This be our duty-this our care.

Bowring's "Matins and Wespers."

LOOK THROUGH NATURE UP TO NATURE'S GOD.
Yes! nature is a splendid show,

Where an attentive mind may hear
Music in all the winds that blow,-

And see a silent worshipper