however, a fine drake came flying in haste to the rescue; and the beautiful bird seemed instantly to understand the difficult case. He com menced a violent attack with his bill on the edges of the ice around the imprisoned leg. He did not labour long before a loud chorus of "Quack, quack, quack!" announced the release of the prisoner. A large crowd of spectators joyfully united in the congratulations over Master Drake's gallant res from the angry waves, clings faint and exhausted, while at her feet a hand, grasping a part of a wreck, is just disappearing in the black water. "What does that mean?" asked the child. "It is called 'The Rock of Ages," was the answer, "That means Jesus, to whom we cling for salvation." "You know the hymn says, "Other refuge have I none." "Oh, yes," said the child, after a moment's hesitation, "but that rock isn't my Jesus; when I cling to him he reaches down and clings too." Teach the little ones of this Jesus "who reaches down and clings too," to whom we hold, not so much from fear of falling, since underneath us are his everlasting arms, but because, like the trusting child whom the father safely carries, we love to cling, that we may draw him closer. NOBILITY.-There is no true nobility but of the soul, and the soul has none but what it receives from the grace and salvation of God. 4 March a-long togeth-er, Ev-er firm and true, Many eyes are watching, Taking note of you, Pleasant winds or foul ones, Cloudy days or bright, 1st. | 2nd. Keep to the right, boys, Keep to the right, right. Raise on high your banner, Keep to the right, boys, Of your heavenly Father, Every arm endowing With a warrior's might, Love should be your motto, Ever overcoming,' Till a crown you claim; For a fame undying, Strive with all your might; Poetry. FAIR ROSE. FROM whence came thy mantle of green, bright rose— So deftly woven, so richly wrought! God gave me this mantle of green, dear child- By his skill 'twas wove, by his fingers wrought Who painted thy delicate blush, fair rose→ Such skilful shading, such tender tone! God painted this delicate blush, my child— And whence came thine odorous breath, sweet rose- So fresh, so fragrant !-some chemist's skill That balmy and odorous breath. From God came this odorous breath, fair child- And who taught thee such winning grace, my rose- God lent me this winning grace, sweet child— And what dost thou render to him, my flower- Such gifts and graces from his high hand I render myself unto him, dear child; |