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NOBODY'S CHILD.-Phila H. Case.

ALONE, in the dreary, pitiless street,
With my torn old dress and bare cold fect,
All day I've wandered to and fro,
Hungry and shivering and nowhere to go ;
The night's coming on in darkness and dread,
And the chill sleet beating upon my bare head ;
Oh! why does the wind blow upon me so wild ?
Is it because I'm nobody's child?

Just over the way there's a flood of light,
And warmth and beauty, and all things bright;
Beautiful children, in robes so fair,
Are carolling songs in rapture there.
I wonder if they, in their blissful glee,
Would pity a poor little beggar like me,
Wandering alone in the merciless street,
Naked and shivering and nothing to eat.

Oh! what shall I do when the night comes down
In its terrible blackness all over the town ?
Shall I lay me down 'neath the angry sky,
On the cold hard pavements alone to die?
When the beautiful children their prayers have said,
And mammas have tucked them up snugly in bed.
No dear mother ever upon me smiled-
Why is it, I wonder, that I'm nobody's child !

No father, no mother, no sister, not one
In all the world loves me ; e'en the little dogs run
When I wander too near them ; 'tis wondrous to see,
llow everything shrinks from a beggar like me!
Perhaps 'tis a dream ; but, sometimes, when I lic
Gazing far up in the dark blue sky,
Watching for hours some large bright star,
I fancy the beautiful gates are ajar.

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And tells me of such unbounded love,
Apd bids me come up to their home above,
And then, with such pitiful, sad surprise,
They look at me with their sweet blue eyes,
And it seems to me out of the dreary night,
I am going up to the world of light,
And away from the hunger and storms so wild-
I am sure I shall then be somebody's child.

NATIONAL MONUMENT TO WASHINGTON.

R. C. Winthrop, July 4th, 1848.

FELLOW-CITIZENS, let us seize this occasion to renew to each other our vows of allegiance and devotion to the American Union, and let us recognize in our common title to the name and the fame of Washington, and in our common veneration for his example and his advice, the all-sufficient centripetal power, which shall hold the thick clustering stars of our confederacy in one glorious constellation forever! Let the column which we are about to construct be at once a pledge and an emblem of perpetual union! Let the foundations be laid, let the superstructure be built up and cemented, let each stone be raised and riveted, in a spirit of national brotherhood ! And may the earliest ray of the rising sun-till that sun shall set to rise no more--draw forth from it daily, as from the fabler statue of antiquity, a strain of national harmony, which shall strike a responsive cord in every heart throughout the republic !

Proceed, then, fellow-citizens with the work for which you have assembled. Lay the corner-stone of a monument which shall adequately bespeak the gratitude of the whole American people to the illustrious father of his country ! his own monument. We, and those who come after us, in successive generations, are its appointed, its privileged guardians. The wide-spread republic is the future monde ment to Washington. Maintain its independence. Cphold its constitution. Preserve its union. Defend its libertr. Let it stand before the world in all its original strength and beauty, securing peace, order, equality, and freedom, to all within its boundaries, and sheduing light and hope and joy upon the pathway of human liberty throughout the world-and Washington needs no other monument. Other structures may fully testify our veneration for him ; this, this alone can adequately illustrate his services to mankind.

Nor does he need even this. The republic may perish; the wide arch of our ranged Union may fall; star by star its glories may expire; stone by stone its columns and its capitol may moulder and crumble ; all other names which adorn its annals may be forgotten ; but as long as human hearts shall anywhere pant, or human tongues anywhere plead, for a true, rational, constitutional liberty, those hearts shall enshrine the memory, and those tongues prolong the fame, of GEORGE WASHINGTON.

VAT YOU PLEASE.- Wm. B. Fowle.

Two Frenchmen, who had just come over,

Halt starved but always gay,

(No weasels ere were thinner,)
Trudged up to town from Dover,
Their slender store exhausted on the way,

Extremely puzzled how to get a dinner.
From morn till noon, from noon till dewy eve,

Our Frenchmen wandered on their expedition ;
Great was their need, and sorely did they grieve,

Stomach and rocket in the same condition.
At length by mutual consent they parted,
And different ways on the same errand started.

Towards night, one Frenchman at a tavern door
Stopped, entered, all the preparation saw ;
The ready waiter at his elbow stands-
“Sir, will you favor me with your commands,
Roast goose or ducks, sir, choose you that or these ?"..

Sure, you are very kine, sure, vat you pleuse.

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It was a glorious treat, pie, pudding, cheese and meat;
At last the Frenchman, having eaten his fill,
Prepared to go, when--" Here, sir, is your bill !"
* 0, you are Bill— Vell, Mr. Bill, good-dlay !"

name is Tom, sir-.you’ve this bill to pay."-
Paly, july, ma foi !
I call for notting, sare, pardonnez moi !
You show to me the poolen, goose and sheeze,
You ask me vat I eat-I tell you vat you please."
The waiter, softened by his queer grimace,
Could not help laughing in the Frenchman's face,
And

generously tore the bill in two,
Forgave the hungry trick, and let him go.
Our Frenchman's appetite subdued,
Away he chaséed in a merry mood,
And, turning round the corner of a street,
IIis hungry countryman per'chanced to meet,
When, with a grin,
He told how he had taken Jolin Bull in.
Fired with the tale, the other licks his chops,
Makes his congee, and seeks this shop of shops,
Entering, he seats himself as if at ease-
“What will you have, sir ?»—"Vut you please.
The waiter saw the joke, and slyly took
A whip, and with a very gracious look
Sought instantly the Frenchman's seat,

What will you have, sir ?» venturing to repeat-
Our Frenchman, feeling sure of goose and cheese,
With bow and smile, quick answers—“ Vut you plerise !!
But scarcely had he let the sentence slip,
When round his shoulder twines the pliant whip.
" Sare! sare ! ah misericorde ! parbleu!
O deur, monsieur, what for you strike me? huh
Vat for is dis !"_" Ah, don't you know?
That's Vat I please exactly ; now, sir, go!
Deserves the goose he gained, sir, by his cunning;
But you, monsieur, without my dinner tasting,

WILL THE NEW YEAR COME TO-NIGHT,

MAMMA ?- Cora M. Eager.
Will the New Year come to-night, mamma ? I'm tired

of waiting som
My stocking hung by the chimney-side full three long days

ago; I run to peep within the door by morning's early light'Tis empty still: oh, say, mamma, will the New Year

come to-night? Will the New Year come to-night, mamma ?-the snow is

on the hill, And the ice must be two inches thick upon the meadow's

rill. I heard you tell papa, last night, his son must have a sled, (I didn't mean to hear, mamma,) and a pair of skates,

you said.

I prayed for just those things, mamma. Oh, I shall be

full of glee, And the orphan boys iu the village school will all be envy

ing me; But I'll give them toys, and lend them books, and make

their New Year glad, For God, you say, takes back his gifts when little folks are

bad. Aud won't you let me go, mamma, upon the New Year's

day,
And carry something nice and warm to poor old Widow

Gray ?
I'll leave the basket near the door, within the garden gate-
Will the New Year come to-night, mamma ?-it seems so

long to wait.

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sleep;

The New Year comes to-night, mamma, I saw it in my
My stocking hung so full, I thought-mamma, what makes

you weep ?--
But it only held a little shroud--a shroud, and nothing more;
And an open coulin, made for me, was standing on the floor!
It seemed so very strange, indeed, to find such gilts, instead
Of all the toys livished so much—the story-books and sled;
And while I wondered what it meant, you came with tear-
And said, " Thou'lt find the New Year first: God calleth

thce, my boy!

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ful joy,

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