Agricultural And Domestic

The Eveiiing Hearthstone. Gladly now we gather round it, For the toiling day is done, And the gay and solemn twihght Followe down the golden uu. Shadows lengten ou the pavement, Stalk like giants through the gloom, Pander past the duety capement, Creep around the fire-lit room. Draw the cnriain, clone the shutters, Place the slippors by the lire ; Though the rnde wind Ioudly nmtterp, What caro we for wiud-sprite's ire? Wbat care we for ontward seemïng? Fickle fortune's frown or enille? If arotind us love ie beaming, Love can huuian illa beguile. 'Neath the cottage roof and palace, From the peasant to the king, All are quafllng from life's chalice Bubbles that enchantment bring. Grates are glowiug, muBic ftowiug, From the lipe we lovo the best ; Oh, the joy, the blies of knowing There are hearts whereon to rest. Hearts that throb with eager gladness- Hearts that echo to onr own- While grim care and haimting" sadneas IVIingle ne'er in look or tone. Care may tread the halls of daylight, Sadness liannt the midnight hour, Bnt the weird and witching twilight BringB the glowing hearthstone'a dower, Altar of onr holiest feelingc, Ohildhood's well-remembered shrine ! Spirit-ycarnings - soul-revealings - Wreaths immortal round thee twiue !