might have been the result of a word that remained unspoken. Might have been! Ah me! "Of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been.'" MY SOUL IS SAD. My soul is sad, for days of yore Come o'er my aching eye, I close my weary lids, and bid My soul is sad, for sun-bright hours It seemed they would not fade. Those happy days, too bright to last, THE OLD PLAY-GROUND. I SAT an hour to-day, John, I scarce believe that you would know The schoolhouse is no more, John, The wild rose by the window side Has been ploughed up by stranger hands, The chestnut tree is dead, John ; The broken grape vine of our swing Hangs on the withered bough; I read our names upon the bark, Beneath the grass-grown bank, John, I took the old blind road, John, Where all our voices rung. I sat me on the fence, John, The same half panel in the path I thought how o'er the bars of life Our playmates had passed on, And left me counting on this spot The faces that are gone. LEARN TO SAY, NO. A VERY wise and excellent mother gave the following advice with her dying breath: "My son, learn to say, No." Not that she did mean to counsel her son to be a churl in speech, or to be stiffhearted in things that were indifferent or trivial, and much less did she counsel him to put his negative upon the calls of charity and the impulses of humanity; but her meaning was, that, along with gentleness of manners and benevolence of disposition, he should possess an inflexible firmness of purpose a quality beyond all price, whether it regards the sons or the daughters of our fallen race. Persons so infirm of purpose, so wanting in resolution, as to be incapable, in almost any case, of saying, No, are among the most hapless of human beings; and that notwithstanding their sweetness of temper, their courteousness of demeanor, and whatever else of amiable and estimable qualities they possess. Though they see the right, they pursue the wrong; not so much out of inclination, as from a frame of mind disposed to yield to every solicitation. An historian of a former and distant age says of a Frenchman who ranked as the first prince of the blood, that he had a bright and knowing mind, graceful sprightliness, good intentions, complete disinterestedness, and an incredible easiness of manners, but that, with all these qualities, he acted a most contemptible part for the want of resolution; that he came into all the factions of his time, because he wanted power to resist those who drew him in for their own interests; but that he never came out of any but with shame, because he wanted resolution to support himself whilst he was in them. It is owing to the want of resolution, more than to the want of sound sense, that a great many persons have run into imprudences, injurious, and sometimes fatal, to their worldly interests. Numerous instances of this might be named, but I shall content myself with naming only one, and that is, rash and hazardous suretyship. The pit stands uncovered, and yet men of good sense, as well as of amiable dispositions, plunge themselves into it with their eyes wide open. Notwithstanding the solemn warnings in the proverbs of the wise man, and notwith |