our own behaviour to them. If you are courteous. in your intercourse you will experience love and friendship; and if you are rude and overbearing you will meet with a corresponding return."

FONT IN BODMIN CHURCH.

IF you have

ever been in

any of the an

cient churches

in London,

for

Stepney, instance-you will have noticed, just at the entrance of the middle aisle, or in the naive, curious

ornamental fonts, or christening basins.

Most of the fonts, in the English country churches are built upon the Saxon model; many of them are round, others quite plain, while some have carved and ornamental mouldings in wood or stone.

The font in the picture is in the parish church of Bodmin, Cornwall, and is considered one of the most ancient in the kingdom. It is, as you see, in the form of a bowl, supported by a pedestal in the centre, and four slender pillars on the outside. It is covered with grotesque ornaments, consisting of animals and foliage, and the pillars have angels' heads for capitals. The whole may be considered as a good specimen of what is called the earliest style of Gothic architecture.

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THE WILD BRAMBLE.

Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows,

Wild bramble of the brake!

So, put thou forth thy small white rose; I love it for his sake.

Though woodbines flaunt and roses glow
O'er all the fragrant bowers,

Thou need'st not be ashamed to show
Thy satin-threaded flowers;

For dull the eye, and dull the heart,
That cannot feel how fair,

Amid all beauty beautiful,

Thy tender blossoms are!

How delicate thy gauzy frill!

How rich thy branchy stem!

How soft thy voice when woods are still,
And thou sing'st hymns to them;

While silent showers are falling slow,
And, 'mid the general hush,

A sweet air lifts the little bough,

Lone whispering through the bush!
The primrose to the grave is gone;
The hawthorn flower is dead;
The violet by the moss gray stone
Hath laid her weary head;

But thou, wild bramble! back dost bring,
In all their beauteous power,

Thy fresh green days of life's fair spring,

And boyhood's blossomy hour.

Scorned bramble of the brake! once more
Thou bid'st me be a boy,

To gad with thee the woodlands o'er,
In freedom and in joy.

Paul's

ST. PAUL'S SCHOOL. HEN you you enter St. Churchyard, by the left-hand from Cheapside, you will notice the building represented in the engraving; and if it happen that you pass on Wednesday or Saturday afternoon, you will soon be convinced, from the merry noise of the boys at play, that there are other pleasures enjoyed by them besides those of learning and study. And it must not be considered that your school is a place to be feared or shunned; for in it are sown the seeds of life, and by the care with which these seeds are nurtured, will you, in your after years, reap either corn or thistles. My dearest recollections-and I have many dear and tender ones, too, are connected with my school days; and in thus presenting you with views of the great London schools, Christchurch and St. Paul's, and telling you something of their histories, I hope I am exciting you to love learning and practise virtue. Some of the greatest men