PRECEPT AND PRACTICE. There is one thing always to be remembered, by young people as well as old ones. A person must not only have _good intentions_, but _good practice_. A person must not only put his trust in God, but he must do as God directs. A man who has no faith, has no good principle of action; a man who has no good practice, has no faith, no sound belief, no confidence in Him to whom he owes every blessing. Good faith and good works, therefore, always go together; good principles and good practice go together. We never find these two apart. A person never does right from a wrong motive; a person never does wrong from a right motive. * * * * * MR. POPE AND HIS LADY――A GAME. Any number of boys and girls may engage in this game. It is played with a small round waiter, or plate, which being placed in the middle of the room, one of the little company twirls the waiter round with her thumb and finger, making it spin as long as she can, saying, as she takes it up, “By the leave of Mr. Pope and his lady.” If the waiter falls down the wrong side upwards, the spinner pays a forfeit; and, sometimes, in the hurry of the moment, she forgets to say the proper words, in which case also she pays a forfeit, which forfeits are afterwards redeemed. [Illustration] Winter. Oh, why are the leaves all scattered and dead? And why are the blossoms all blasted and fled? Why――why are the rivers, once sportive and free, Now silent and sad――and in slavery! Oh winter! stern monarch――thy sway is begun―― And thou lovest to undo what the summer hath done. The fairest, most cherished of blossoms and flowers, The queen of the meadows――the princess of bowers The lily and rose――these waken thy spite―― And they fly from thy presence, in terror and blight! The leaves of the forest turn pale in thy blast―― From thy hail and thy frost the birds shrink aghast―― And the bright robe of green that was woven by May, Is torn from the landscape, for mantles of gray. Oh winter! stern tyrant――if such be thy reign, O’er the mountain and meadow――o’er hillock and plain―― If all that is lovely――’tis thine to o’erthrow―― Let us keep from our _hearts_, thy frost and thy snow. Smiles. Weep not at what the world can do, Nor sorrow for its wrong, But wear a smile upon thy brow―― It cannot harm us long; The cold contempt, the bitter scorn, The hatred and the guile, Will not feel lighter if we mourn;―― Oh! then ’tis well to smile. Then smile at human vanity, And smile at human pride, And smile when men do flatter thee, And smile when they deride. When some would do thee wrong, then smile, And care not to condemn; When some with fairer looks beguile―― Why, have a smile for them.