He made those wings, and it can go
Far, far above my head;

And he has taught it how to know
On what it may be fed.

Not all the men in all the world
Could make one if they try;
The power belongs to God alone
To form a butterfly.

Then surely I should never dare
To hurt these creatures small,
Since little insects are His care
Who made and loves us all.

Psalm cxxxix. 14.-I will praise Thee, oh Lord, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvellous are Thy works, and that my soul knoweth right well.

Psalm cxix. 73.-Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me: give me understanding, that may learn thy commandments,

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Psalm cxxxvi. 1, 4-9.—Oh give thanks unto the Lord, for He is good: to Him who alone doeth great wonders;-to Him that by wisdom made the heavens; to Him that stretched out

the earth above the waters; to Him that made great lights; the sun to rule by day; the moon and stars to rule by night; for His mercy endureth for ever.

Psalm civ. 24–27.—O Lord, how manifold are Thy works! in wisdom hast Thou made them all the earth is full of Thy riches. So is this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts. There go the ships there is that leviathan, whom Thou hast made to play therein. These wait all upon Thee that thou mayest give them their meat in due season.

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Psalm c. 3.-Know ye that the Lord he is God it is He that hath made us, and not we ourselves we are His people, and the sheep of His pasture.

Seest thou the trees that rise around

The distant waterfall?

The flowers that gem th' enamell'd ground?

My Father made them all.

Hear'st thou the thunder's awful crash?

Does it thine heart appal?

And seest thou the lightning's flash ?

My Father made them all.

The seas around, the skies above,
Each object should recall

Our wandering, cold, forgetful love,
For God has made them all.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God makes them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He makes their glowing colours,
He makes their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God makes them, high or lowly,
And ordereth their estate.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning

That brightens up the sky,

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruit in the garden,
He makes them every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,

The rushes by the water
We gather every day;

He gives us eyes to see them, And lips that we may tell How great is God Almighty, Who maketh all things well.

LESSON II.

"MAN HAS A SOUL."

Dr. Channing's "Discourse on Christian Worship," (Channing's Works, 3rd edition, 1840, published by Simpkin and Marshall, vol. iv., p. 305-especially pp. 323 and 324, 327, and following ones).-Also, Newman's "Soul." (John Chapman.) The Preface, pp. 7, 8, &c., Part I, p. 3, &c.-Also, "The Child's Book on the Soul," by Gallaudet.

In the evening of that same day Walter and his mother were together in the parlour. The room had one window looking towards the south, and another looking towards the west. Walter stood at the south window, watching some rooks that were very busy mending their nests in some tall trees his mother sat reading in the other window. By and bye she put down her book and looked out. The sun was just setting, and the clouds were dyed with many beautiful colours, and very bright and splendid. She called Walter to her, and he brought his little stool from the