of song.

Toll for the hearts that bleed
'Neath misery's furrowing trace;
Toll for the hapless orphan left,
The last of all his race!
Yea, with thy heaviest knell,
From surge to rocky shore,
Toll for the living--not the dead,
Whose mortal woes are o'er.

Toll, toll, toll!
O'er breeze and billow free;
And with thy startling lore instruct
Each rover of the sea.
Tell how o'er proudest joys
May swift destruction sweep,
And bid him build his hopes on high--
Lone teacher of the deep!

THE OWL--A SMALL BOY'S COMPOSITION.

ANON.

Wen you come to see a owl cloce it has offle big eyes, and wen you
come to feel it with your fingers, wich it bites, you fine it is
mosely fethers, with only jus meat enuf to hole 'em to gether.

Once they was a man thot he would like a owl for a pet, so he tole a
bird man to send him the bes one in the shop, but wen it was brot he
lookt at it and squeezed it, and it diddent sute. So the man he rote
to the bird man and said Ile keep the owl you sent, tho it aint like
I wanted, but wen it's wore out you mus make me a other, with littler
eyes, for I spose these eyes is number twelves, but I want number
sixes, and then if I pay you the same price you can aford to put in
more owl.

Owls have got to have big eyes cos tha has to be out a good deal at
nite a doin bisnis with rats and mice, wich keeps late ours. They is
said to be very wise, but my sisters young man he says any boddy coud
be wise if they woud set up nites to take notice.

That feller comes to our house jest like he used to, only more, and
wen I ast him wy he come so much he said he was a man of sience, like
me, and was a studyin arnithogaly, which was birds. I ast him wot
birds he was a studyin, and he said anjils, and wen he said that my
sister she lookt out the winder and said wot a fine day it had turn
out to be. But it was a rainin cats and dogs wen she said it. I never
see such a goose in my life as that girl, but Uncle Ned, wich has been
in ole parts of the worl, he says they is jes that way in Pattygong.

In the picture alphabets the O is some times a owl, and some times
it is a ox, but if I made the picters Ide have it stan for a oggur to
bore holes with. I tole that to ole gaffer Peters once wen he was to
our house lookin at my new book, and he said you is right, Johnny, and
here is this H stan for harp, but hoo cares for a harp, wy don't they
make it stan for