No mourner lingered with tears or sighs,

But the stars looked down with their pitying eyes, And the chill winds passed with a wailing sound O'er the lonely spot where his form was found.

Found dead! yet not alone:

There was Somebody near-Somebody near To claim the wanderer as his own,

And find a home for the homeless here;
One, when every human door

Is closed to his children, scorned and poor,
Who opens the heavenly portal wide;
Ah, God was near when the outcast died.

Albert Leighton.

THE PALMETTO AND THE PINE.

THEY planted them together — our gallant sires of

old

Though one was crowned with crystal snow, and one with sober gold;

They planted them together—on the world's majestic height,

At Saratoga's deathless charge, at Eutaw's stubborn

fight;

At midnight on the dark redoubt, 'mid plunging shot and shell

At moonlight gasping in the crush of battle's bloody swell

With gory hands and reeking brows, amid the mighty fray

Which surged and swelled around them on that memorable day,

When they planted Independence, as a symbol and a

sign,

They struck deep soil and planted the Palmetto and the Pine!

They planted them together-by the river of the

years

Watered with our fathers' hearts' blood, watered with our mothers' tears;

In the strong, rich soil of Freedom, with a bounteous benison

From their Prophet, Priest, and Pioneer - our Father, Washington!

Above them floated echoes of the ruin and the wreck, Like "drums that beat at Louisburg, and thundered at Quebec,"

But the old lights sank in darkness as the new stars rose to shine

O'er those emblems of the sections - the Palmetto and the Pine.

And we'll plant them still together for 't is yet the self-same soil

Our fathers' valor won for us by victory and toil;
On Florida's fair everglades, by bold Ontario's flood,
And thro' them send electric life as leaps the kindred
blood!

For thus it is they taught us who for Freedom lived and died,

The Eternal's law of justice must and shall be justified-
That God has joined together by a fiat all divine
The destinies of dwellers 'neath the Palm-tree and the

Pine.

God plant them still together! let them flourish side

by side

In the halls of our Centennial

marble pride;

mailed in more than

With kindly deeds and noble names we '11 grave them o'er and o'er

With brave historic legends of the glorious days of

yore;

While the clear, exultant chorus, rising from united

bands,

The echo of our triumph peals to earth's remotest lands

While "Faith, Fraternity, and Love" shall joyfully entwine

Around our chosen emblems-the Palmetto and the Pine.

"Together!" shouts Niagara his thunder-toned de

cree

"Together!" echo back the waves upon the Mexic

sea

"Together!" sing the sylvan hills where old Atlantic

roars

"Together!" boom the breakers on the wild Pacific shores

"Together!" cry the people—and “together” it shall

be,

An everlasting charter-bond forever for the free;

Of liberty the Signet-seal - the one eternal sign

Be those united emblems the Palmetto and the Pine!

Mrs. Virginia L. French.

GROWING OLD GRACEFULLY.

SOFT

OFTLY, oh! softly, the years have swept by thee, Touching thee lightly with tenderest care; Sorrow and care did they often bring nigh thee; Yet they have left thee but beauty to wear; Growing old gracefully,

Gracefully fair.

Far from the storms that are washing the ocean; Nearer each day to the pleasant home light; Far from the waves that are big with commotion, Under full sail and the harbor in sight! Growing old cheerfully,

Cheerful and bright.

Past all the winds that were adverse and chilling,
Past all the islands that lured thee to rest;
Past all the currents that lured the unwilling,
Far from the port of the land of the blest,
Growing old peacefully,

Peaceful and blest.

Never a feeling of envy or sorrow,

Where the bright faces of children are seen, Never a year from their youth wouldst thou borrow, Thou dost remember what liest between.

Growing old willingly,

Gladly, I ween!

Rich in experience that angels might covet;
Rich in a faith that has grown with thy years;

Rich in a love that grew from and above it,
Soothing thy sorrows and hushing thy fears.
Growing old wealthily,
Loving and dear.

Hearts at the sound of thy coming are lightened,
Ready and willing thy hand to relieve;
Many a face at thy kind words has brightened,
"It is more blessed to give than receive."

Growing old happily;
Blest, we believe.

From Christian Globe.

SCIENCE AND THE BIBLE.

T is unfortunate that it has come so widely to be assumed that there is somehow an essential conflict between Science and the Bible, which does n't at all exist, and because it thus induces various false impressions, and seriously misleads many minds in respect to the whole subject,- especially many young minds with no actual information concerning it, but ambitious to seem wise in an acceptance of advanced thought, and in a superiority to old and outgrown superstitions. As a fact, there is and can be no conflict between Science, that is really Science, and the Bible, since both concern the doings of the same God, and He never contradicts himself . . . . I thank God every day for the Bible; and I am anxious to help others to see how much reason we all have not only to thank Him for it, and for what it has done, but to cling to it with an increasing faith, in the assurance that it has more light and a larger measure of blessing