EVENING HYMN.

God has kept me, dearest mother. Kindly, safely, through the day: Let me thank Him for His goodness, Ere the twilight fades away. For my home and friends I thank Him, For my father, mother dear; For the hills, the trees, the flowers, And the sky so bright and clear. If I have been kind and gentle, If I've spoken what was true, Or if I've been cross and selfish, He has seen and known it, too. Those I love He will watch over, Though they may be far away, For he loves good little children, And will hear the words they say.

SOAP-BUBBLES.

"O George! how large your bubble is!

Its colors, too, how bright!

Just like the rainbow that we saw

On high, the other night.

"Now throw it off, and let it float

Like fairies in the air!

It's broken, Georgie; never mind,

But blow another there."

Their mother, just within the door,

Smiled at their childish play,—

A smile, but yet a thoughtful one,

That seemed these words to say:

"My little Georgie, bubbles burst,

And are but empty air;

I would that you might love the things

That last forever fair.

"And ever may my darling Kate

A trusting spirit bear,

And, when one cherished hope has fled,

Yet find another there."