children were clad, his wife was happy; and twenty times the poor man and his wife, with tears in their eyes, have told me the story, and blessed the evening of the 14th of March, the day of James's restoration, and have shown me the glass he held in his hand when he made the vow of sobriety.

7. It is all nonsense about not being able to work without ale, and gin, and cider, and fermented liquors. Do lions and cart-horses drink ale? It is a mere habit. If If you have good nourishing food, you can do very well without ale. Nobody works harder than the Yorkshire people, and for years together there are many Yorkshire labourers who never taste ale.

8. Even if your wages should admit of a little indulgence at the beer-house, without the money you spend coming out of the stomachs of the poor children and depriving the wife of useful clothing, how much wiser would it be to save up for a rainy day,-to lay by for sickness and old age?

9. Perhaps you say, "Oh, I only spend threepence a day in beer, and about a penny in tobacco!" Well, if so, you are in the moderate class of drinkers; but have you ever thought what such a small sum, if only saved, would in the course of a few years amount to?

10. That fourpence a day might make a world of difference to you in your declining

years; instead of having perhaps to struggle with poverty, it would help to make your last days peaceful and happy. Fourpence a day invested in a good building society would in thirty years amount to over £400.

1. Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast, Three Kittens sat; each Kitten looked aghast! I, passing swift and inattentive by,

At the three Kittens cast a careless eye; Not much concerned to know what they did there,

Nor deeming Kittens worth a poet's care. 2. But presently a loud and furious hiss Caused me to stop, and to exclaim, "What's this?"

When lo! upon the threshold met my view,
With head erect and eyes of fiery hue,

A viper long as Count de Grasse's queue. 3. Forth from his head his forked tongue he throws,

Darting it full against a Kitten's nose;
Who, never having seen, in field or house,
The like, sat still and silent as a mouse;
Only projecting, with attention due,
Her whiskered face, she asked him,
are you?"

"Who

"Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast, three kittens sat."

4. On to the hall I went, with pace not slow, But swift as lightning, for a long Dutch hoe: With which, well armed, I hastened to the spot

To find the viper, but I found him not;
And turning up the leaves and shrubs around,
Found only that he was not to be found;
But still the Kittens, sitting as before,

Sat watching close the bottom of the door. 5. "I hope," said I, "the villain I would kill Hasslipped between the door and the door-sill; And if I make despatch and follow hard, No doubt but I shall find him in the yard." (For longere nowit should have been rehearsed "Twas in the garden that I found him first.) 6. E'en there I found him: there the full-grown

cat

His head with velvet paw did gently pat; As curious as the Kittens erst had been To learn what this phenomenon might mean. 7. Filled with heroic ardour at the sight, And fearing every moment he would bite, And rob our household of our only cat That was of age to combat with a rat, With outstretched hoe I slew him at the door, And taught him never to come there no more!

I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.

1. I remember, I remember

The house where I was born

The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn.
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day;
But now I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!

2. I remember, I remember
The roses red and white,
The violets and the lily cups,
Those flowers made of light;
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday-
The tree is living yet!

3. I remember, I remember

Where I was used to swing,

And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;

My spirit flew in feathers then,

That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow.

4. I remember, I remember

The fir-trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance,

But now 'tis little joy

To know I'm further off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.