You'll be tempted to cheat your companions at play, For the sake of a marble or top; But they who once enter dishonesty's way, Will find it not easy to stop. You'll be tempted, perhaps, holy friends to despise, And follow the godless and vain; But ever remember to walk with the wise If heaven you seek to attain. Another temptation will lie in your road,-- To think that religion is sad; But none are so happy as those who love God, And none are so dull as the bad. Beware, too, of slighting the day of the Lord, And never its duties neglect; But meet with his people, and rev'rence his word, If you would his blessing expect. But though such temptations your path will attend, The Lord will still make you his care,-- Will be, if you seek him, your guide and your friend, 'Mid every temptation and snare. * * * * * HEAVEN. Far beyond the furthest sky, Never seen by mortal eye, Heaven in dazzling beauty lies,-- An unfading paradise. Evening dim, and gloomy night, Never veil that world of light; Winter never sojourns there, Summer reigns throughout the year. In one bright unclouded day Endless ages roll away; There, beneath the unsetting sun, Years of ceaseless pleasure run. There the good, in concord sweet, Worship at Jehovah's feet,-- Raise the song, with joy unknown, Circling round his holy throne. Works of love, and songs of joy, All the happy hours employ; Sickness, trouble, want, and pain, Seek admittance there in vain. There shall He who, laugh'd to scorn, Wore the piercing crown of thorn, Hear his praise in sweetest chords, King of kings, and Lord of lords. O may I, when life is pass'd, Join that happy throng at last; Through the great Redeemer's blood, Sing with them, and dwell with God. * * * * * IMPROVEMENT. How many poor children I see every day Who have no one to guide them aright! No wonder in vice they should wander astray, And in all that is evil delight. But I, who have got a good Bible to read, And parents so anxious and kind, Shall prove myself vile and ungrateful indeed If I still am perversely inclined. These blessings will rise at God's terrible bar, If I do not grow better by them; And my Bible, neglected, will also be there, And my friends and my teachers condemn. Then let me attend, and make haste to improve, With every fresh season that's given, And pray to the Lord of all mercy and love To train me for virtue and heaven. BOOKS PUBLISHED FOR THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION OF THE METHODIST EPISCOPAL CHURCH. * * * * * NAPOLEON BONAPARTE: SKETCHES FROM HIS HISTORY. WRITTEN FOR THE YOUNG.