THE WATCHFUL DOG.

One ear he held, a flapping dockleaf, low,
The other pricking like a horn on high;
This heeded all around that come and go,
And this the larks careering up the sky.
Smile, twofold man, yet own your emblem here,
Spirit and flesh alert for duty's call;
And, 'mid the discords of this earthly sphere,
Hearken the voice of Heaven above them all.

THE PUPPIES AND THE THUNDER.

We heard the puppies madly scold,
When crashed on high the thundering peal;
They leaped aloft, as though to hold
The lightning by the heel.
And as the flashes followed fast,
Still sharper rang the yelping tone,
Till hoarse and worn they sank at last,
Yet rolled the thunder on.
So worth above detraction's rout
Maintains its even lofty course,
And clamour ceases, wearied out
With its own futile force.

EMBLEM OF TRUE PHILOSOPHY.