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The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 68997    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

Muse the robe o

poet lives i

hisel of the s

one to mock the

painter bade

ne the forms

iris of the

f its own ce

s the breath of

shapes that lat

cience how to

gates of Natu

aith, who, with

e labyrinth with

ering round he

s bars like Danae

ea-nymph answer

naiad left he

beauty; lo, am

ored in the bre

ste empress, in

the foliage wh

pled, as the

d lip of Cyth

ona swept the

allas shook her

aves their mighti

bled to the

that plastic

poets its pe

ords to simplest

olished in the

ir edge, imag

ainbows, shoo

ul, from soul to

ll nature lin

right will ra

oet than h

e which cold,

ay, as fungous

ast, yet sprin

urps an unsubs

languid for the

down with act

ld whose joys

ived, yet think

out, and less t

life before it

which drains the

some hectic th

e which, like th

k years the fr

nius! Say, doe

, for health, f

inews, rack the

cheek and drain

mind with more

truggling in d

aid, too rea

notes, the pale e

ius, though it

e morn beneath

ource whose su

owers and dark,

ght the dear i

partner of thy

pture on his b

Raphael, in h

thy blessed

oom or Chatter

ey whom, wanderi

t, but only fou

smile, the bet

song the only

ld greet me wit

and more kindl

uld Memory, as

lowers that bloss

lips, now closed

pulses hushed

te scholar! I c

g laurels on t

t figure float

folds the ac

ip the classic

that sculptured

stening in the

live,-but oh,

iend, whom Scienc

mourns, on ocea

forest twice ha

laid its buddi

ngles with my

ndered by the

opes, which revelle

ged or all we

aranth and the

d to breathe th

re one in unr

till, who spurns

dewy from Cas

, yet scorn to t

senate with t

indus might hav

been? Remember

ve? Let "Alaric'

! where'er t

cradle where th

arth, their her

echo to the vo

Ocean scatte

ulwarks of the

arth dissolves

leaves that van

lows, and citi

plintering in t

ne, scarce whisp

shore the blas

which oft, perc

ckery and the c

dust of earth's

ng through the

n, round whose

whirlpool of the

IONAL

7-1

LGRIM'

r of twili

im sire l

of the "blo

ed all ro

met's pic

ot's whoop

y's limbs w

ather's arms

as a freez

for the h

thatched with

enough

at served f

with an a

e was gent

log where

e dreary

went to

all clad i

s that did

ought flash

of lon

his leath

ured, "E

er, God-be

upon m

e dream u

I spak

ter's hear

the sto

e dream's

its end

n the na

ered remn

f shiverin

hem and t

as falling

ng fell

to see th

the visio

e eyes wer

e had wax

ad grown to

ant was

lake and win

the shor

demons qua

tian's go

, the villa

, lake,

down the s

on rose

ng the wi

ral col

ove their b

ed flag

der rode b

ng calm

f Heaven's

in his a

a Nation'

d appeal

e right! I

he train

;-the stri

emn iss

Hosts, his

d our Isr

e and gra

e our mar

ul smiles

less flow

when some s

er the ta

side, and s

ing decks

George's bl

tress of

she whose st

before th

er iron rib

ders striv

throats, the

d the Arma

cleared,-a wr

the crimso

g from its h

s of Eng

Faith! though

ly torch

ler races

er orbs

the fiery

y pathwa

chosen trib

stern P

living ti

with fla

capes of

d's 'land o

eyond the sp

the north

rn rock to

tinent

he grim old

tly bent

child, whose

ly turne

toil-worn s

h the m

that never c

blanched

Pilgrim

ing-plac

crossed, his li

was o'er

soil, the mou

e sod we

has melted

ory liv

t live u

ory of

the pale

e their tear

g in the s

s of bur

sprinkles wi

here once

the frowni

d this ho

neath the tr

of spark

the waste

rock sha

ts latest

THE PILGR

STEA

flaming he

d and rol

o'er their

her sur

efore and f

the clin

before the

her hiss

pray, like se

and gliste

er fast, in r

y wave th

o'er the mi

fringes

gems of o

r flashi

g wheel and

ing torc

re loud and

ders foa

are silent

n beam s

glimmering th

s her glea

wild, nymp

her shad

of her res

ing through

, like a co

ening su

scarf of spa

os of th

n pilot sha

his narr

frigate sca

breast t

esail, scooped

k from yar

smoky wreath

ing mis

hear yon whi

n quiver

roat of the

g forth t

whirled like w

surge sh

o'er yon p

the sea-b

e wanderers

nor wave

ss arms, whos

ds of liv

d, when the

'er the s

those for wh

ver wake

ING

o'er the meado

dewy buds glis

h, while his child

rebel and shou

her gol

e silen

he morning on c

s his par

om his n

st sparkle of

en where the fres

rst-born of g

-volley around

life-blood the

the feebl

ng low

ns how their fa

s the ir

r its nat

apon that glea

des the wild kn

r hamlets the

rm-clouds the thun

eat of the mu

the sold

e waves o

athered and loud

the muske

s the rifl

anging from th

e of the horse

dow his cold

ing the war-ste

nting he droop

the lip

the trum

ken-fringed red

belte

he turf

nters the herd

s where the hoars

weary floods m

fern by the fu

echoes that ro

he tempe

darkene

shine streams

y the ty

the mig

ttle, from mo

ves where her ma

ombless they sun

r ashes the sta

eagle they rouse

her North

the foam

ad banner to s

eep her

o'er lan

r emblem her h

ING A P

ive piece of silver, its cherubs and other ornaments of coarse repousse work, and ha

bowl of mine, it tel

jolly nights, and m

jovial race, but ho

e in the punch when t

ought the bar,-so ru

Antwerp smith, whose

the strokes, for fear h

d quaffed a cup of g

n English squire to p

, and conceived a l

ancient stock anot

dle spiced and hot, an

, it reached at len

w Timothy, and ta

nd prelacy; and s

here he found conven

u know what's next: it

e Mayflower came,-a h

furniture, to fil

still on hand, at le

inter's eve, the nig

ish took the bowl, and

ood and stirred the p

men-at-arms were ra

Hollands in,-the man

olemn draught, and w

usketeers-the men th

their mother's milk,

d from his nest, the

ringing whoop, the s

learned the rule he t

n when you find he sm

ifty more, had spread

flattened down each

bowl was filled, but

mother's hand to c

aid, 't will do yo

l nev

dismal trench, out

you were hurt, 't wou

well he wrought that

generous warmth in g

pleasant thought to b

at loves excess; hast

shallow skull, no

the past,-its pressed

s its broken walls,

it bequeathed,-my ey

vanished joys that d

honest cup, and bea

all it holds, wha

s on its face prot

dreadful words,-"My de

SO

CELEBRATION OF HA

o be printed with the official account of the celebration. It was written at the suggestion of Dr. Jacob Bigelow, who thought the popular tune "The P

Puritans

and swamps

ere full of

ans red

wks and sca

olks' heads

from England

ed wigs

me cawing th

the Pilgr

me snuffing

a babe

nakes were

t of the ol

blew at m

"Sabbat

knocked the

tree trun

prout amon

of stee

ittle wharves

he ocea

little scho

the boys

length the C

em cocke

tutor's m

t-tails w

e Greek and

ling from

-colored c

ming to t

as on the

llege w

ws of the

Professo

ed a littl

n as an

he seniors

hman cla

t then the

mons now

otash an

king on

t rattle ro

n long-ta

on Commen

blacked t

the ancien

t was ha

hearts make

r maids a

faith have f

born Yank

he kernel

sh found

AND HUN

in, Esq., commonly known as "the Governor," was the proprietor of it at the time when this song was written. Mr. John M. Forbes is his worthy successor in terr

summer flo

s will so

folds his j

the dyi

e waning s

ess grove

wine and g

own our l

the merry

he antle

d loud the

he hunte

he woods, and

along

horn is sou

tsmen, a

steel or wa

le empir

ng with his

uns foami

g wave, the

and lif

heir dim and

e horiz

l leave the

es the sm

id our isl

our oak-l

ll be awhi

our wood

e vulgar pac

ing trac

shares in toi

h not to

ath the broad

s of mirt

he dust of n

aws of

hrough his g

ble Rob

RTED

eparted, ch

ory's han

light, your

s gray urn

is restless h

ning eye m

r fainting

fair pha

child in o

against

farther fr

s young fou

fainter wave

r rolls

s dark,-the s

s,-and wh

NLY D

TION OF

strike the i

my sum

unbeams from

my aut

to me their

t were

gauntlet

s of boy

not that I

kness in

around my

s for gen

I had not

s grown tam

is lone and

es the mi

h every y

es leave

or wisdom's

for garl

he dewy brea

er the ti

and fans eac

t soon sh

e opening yea

e look l

when the

hese lids

bear this

my heart

e lips that

he strange

yond the d

hose roy

the lilacs

the chestn

like a we

ning task

e little ha

teness to

the bright

tre spark

ringe of So

ed in Sa

heard anot

some tru

! which I lon

and lis

gentle hands,

lets of

on the fait

he breathe

clinging a

ing lips

veils the b

ths and to

t leaves a s

dissolvi

parting plum

them fol

rocks besid

now change

s in the mo

at loves

! I have do

this dest

hat asked

r my tea

memory shoul

forgotte

e taught thine

ery's voi

u fledgling

long-wand

eart may fa

on change

se sculptured

s now da

n of thy g

thee, too

O

O CHARLES DICKENS BY THE YOUNG

heir early

nt hours

ng eyes for

l we lin

e passing c

such wondr

orgets his

his promi

arp no long

es a fain

last from Sco

o more

's burning

ld's was

ng o'er the d

of Englan

t o'er its br

its soul

lark at heaven

o'er Avo

summer shed

y bloss

Juliet's

's namele

ous island

de the wa

ur distant l

thy gener

hy far hor

owed sta

, like an a

rn skies

I

RE JUBILEE, PITTSFIELD

r mother, ye chi

d like truants f

her face, and a

o feast from he

alleys, your cour

young eagles, the

our fields, and yo

s all nonsense in

law, who can tal

the moon will al

ld lady, that ne

er handkerchief

men, for a m

the rhubarb an

your turnpike, you

out road to the

hose ears are a

s an ant-hill of

nies you, we we

s biped, in spi

the city! how

his legs and the

ind, his band

mbling, "You mus

en meadow, to

squito and br

g round him on bl

ne sigh for his y

d school-house, har

s side had the

the days of his

e of youth had so

on river he weep

ith water, as if

h rapture, he s

is heart and a c

is dreaming,-

eturns as by

is damp with a

his fingers an

chill gust is

a rose from his

conscious of sp

uper. Ah, is

the prizes we

tle "shiner" we

earth is so d

irst stirred in

ll parties and p

e "Astor," we'll

apple, a seat

old-water-at n

OSTCO

h my microscope,

vy quarto and a

een organized with

copperplate would ha

Dr. Faustus, of th

t for the whole, and

y footstep that was

entered, exclaimi

my visitor, but so

to hat, his weigh

xpand their brims as

eached its noon it wa

opped my book,-the

, and commenced

n heartiness that

gentlemen in s

olloquial ways,-the v

Thursday next,-you m

roaring time, with l

, et cetera, the JUD

temporal bones are

ust look and see that

ore than spent,-and,

ilver hairs, I'm ge

-don't you know that

his manliness by l

ure blossom that u

potato could not fl

lection, when you 'r

faces that would str

from enemies and cheape

the earnings that a

prospect, when you're

year's income is d

trips barefoot th

is watered that yo

a good one,-but I'm

deviations from m

go with you to hear th

gomery Place, and hav

Shut your mouth, and h

ls of a feast are

the planets round deli

ake t' other day was g

hilosopher, if all

eir sinciputs in str

mahogany, I'd beat

twenty fools, and

hould be there, th

tle trick of his o

would give in, and

e a bore, and Fra

"patronage" of all

ittle narrow eyes a

prosier friends,-suc

so very scarce a

Lochinvar, to trea

loaf of bread a sug

p of glass that's r

a single spar

s and cuts

delusion comes,-a g

iaphragms revolved

promises without th

't compromise the o

ative shades, besid

seems a friend, and e

ivial glow (unaided

the old-particular

vius flings the scori

volleying rain back to

volcanic stones, ou

ing in again to see

DINNER PHI BETA K

ast night, as I

est prospect of c

s-bless me!-how

bal president

on earth that h

seed to a fres

gray, and no yo

o plump, though you

arge on the boil

w clergyman up

doctor, quite

ists on a bit

epared for his

of praise and

your collar and

your legs, and yo

friends,-they a

are thought so

ack Horners o

fingering to pi

, like chickens, wil

the heat of t

hatched from th

d the glow of

then, if I m

mall flash of

l kindle your

not follow the p

are listening so

uble-reefed in a

fables, both dra

n drop, but the p

. . .

he FLOUNDER, perh

or use and ano

he public, a d

white, which he

ounder, the fla

e of them thicker

ore freely tha

elation that just

posure! just se

race,-he is s

wriggling,-why,

small to res

d SCULPIN,-"My

e cobbler with ho

up,-but just wait

t all flounders are

. . .

near the PICKERE

leaves off and

, survivor of fis

his family, n

tions; he feels t

ittle tidbit h

be swallowed, n

next fish with a

rvivor, whose

xt hook with the

you snatch from t

rent from this

EST R

E DINNER AT PRESIDENT

me,-early morning, dear to simple souls Who love its sunshine and its fresh-baked rolls; P

e! where smilin

ets, nor anxiou

nia I were

table in this

e,-Virtue ha

ountains taste

cup and lift t

imple holds a

ne by Maine's am

gers pierce its

no spiked and

ath, the postma

where peace and

ulness verebr

jingles,-ente

letter from h

ar

g on a fo

matter I fo

m you in a

ext our purpo

eeding, as y

ction of the

alf is that

ll 'the intel

toasts, around

juice the Colle

flanks our kn

at, we swim wit

rt, by native

eloquence the

skill its mus

t effluence of m

t trick to cram

crisply over

ss your various

and all your n

ou-your singl

ong, excuse m

aggle on so s

h, or severa

urs, most tr

ight mus

Judas on the

odest;-nothing

oots? my pant

loves? as well

linen,-everyt

lady, is it gr

oddy, if perha

ailor, though

dy, 't ain't fo

grog to finish

toddy while yo

. .

he speaker, ri

d, because so

se-with una

louder!-who the

d-with undis

feelings as

d to face this

d with eloque

w are ranged

isdom, virtue

rod of empire mi

elbow stir t

Homer learn to

oaning with its

aturalist wh

species in a d

aster in a st

iphering takes

linguist, who

urseries tracks o

children reared t

cattered through t

hought of all t

ancy down the

lory of the

izon shoot its

near the radia

stre (raptur

est the blazin

chariot of the

ong vista of

endor (three tre

tic, as the d

dvent of the

scene new gen

e the coming t

mer's, who, we

orks and never

to Marlborough

savage, anti

er in the past

rticles, the

igh the blazin

ight on Harva

ensigns ever

ocus of the n

s, and, tramplin

he hall the thu

ust of long-

d chaos of i

. .

this demands a

, and not the

nswers for a

metre does n

eneath the

ts peacef

rom her an

forsak

flaunting

ed cross,

ook of lig

her worl

own shadows

spread t

he savage u

ng mart

laden winds

wers of g

precious glea

's amid t

on gathered

he base

ankles re

ad white w

thee the gl

thine az

lift those s

in gilded

he gems my c

ely dame

he gentle, a

red at

ill your b

their ri

melt their

a hundr

. .

ell me, ye who

ture for a t

thos if one

ment for an o

b to launch th

ngerous as t

current of som

object that yo

missile which the

omerang slaps

tion spoils the

etter ruins a

choke a fel

ve him, spelt

ord has some u

urks in i wi

illes, who had

nds, died of a

who, when in ch

bacon had his

l that kille

other known th

entered at the

ies the small

bunions,-not th

book we all ha

ions, bound i

Progress" un

. .

gled with the r

title is in

s watchman on he

brightest when th

ll with what a

watches of h

et the hoarse a

wreck and bursts

faded, when th

ands embrace the

pleads with u

ht, O wanderer

Themis! Would t

n tendrils round

adiance fill th

ine streams throug

irsty, and the

st, if memory

unals, famed f

ustice ere they br

tch, to solve a

n that comes fro

art whose gl

on that makes i

e;-the rock whe

chen, last of

agrant with the

asmine to the

stress o'er th

tribute to her w

stening the u

fering tracks t

anguish of his

nger points to

t felon steal

waves before h

isery finds hi

aper shows her

ide that men a

lwark that prot

ll its happiest

servants, man's

ymph that Heaven

umper let us

ARTIN

ave thee,

l waste bef

ir and sails

ave their

hining day

gird my sh

y tears, O

over's par

rst sad sun

tear thy lo

rning star

wake with w

econd sun

ranquil sha

well that w

yes and spoi

first un

wear a smil

st month's

once attemp

ckwick tho

ckering rou

st, in sor

s thee laug

rst seven mo

chamber

h shall fum

irl, she's

econd week

l they ring

hird week

et the cre

re the flat

lock with sm

ps, unwean

, how can

evils bot

catching g

ed, and Hel

ow can yo

careful o

not to yo

illed a pi

h its per

kerchief m

ch when ker

ll than m

ce from ha

uch as talk

stols, dag

mp that Ru

answer love

ad was spu

er stretch

hold the l

really sw

e shall stor

asts in bla

urmur wi

elt, or th

ords on e

wings like

ie, and we

better cou

well: if y

rt love's bu

eep that h

read of vu

ue lips o

h icy ki

hine forg

often, Lo

OF OT

glacier's

oft the Al

fe's desert s

of friend

re'er the

n or dew

s law that wi

e lips of

again, bef

glass s

has the wa

dest laug

were not b

haired sa

e moderate

ly live

tribes the

not wine

ut little d

that lit

ce agai

ht drop is

s a monar

et holds

es melt

Caesar's b

the Egyp

issolving

ty lips

ce agai

s mound, the

nt when

he purple g

ter on

right Immo

led with

ir best and

d the dark

ce agai

er every sp

s waves h

o'er its

Anacreon

g round its

ks of flo

nt dance an

he nymph

ce agai

then to jo

ts as fre

o'er the du

tly mingle

's self the

of Foll

from her vin

her life-

again, bef

glass s

has the wa

dest laug

O

IES WERE INVITED (NEW YORK MERCANTIL

ar woman! She

encircles, the f

its crystal with

bloom in the br

et woman! The d

or her lord till t

hite pillow, and b

cold lips on his

ved one! too sp

banquet to cha

light that his go

er cheek was diss

fountain, health f

of silver unwin

the mist of the b

f innocence floa

nd a welcome to

passport that la

crimson,-its le

ed Nature.-So, ro

ENT

riendship! it i

ods have quenched

the sacred d

shell, the cup

im the hand o

ter than the b

lushes of the vi

sunshine of An

ories gild the

Sidney peris

s current lends

tain whence the d

drops sparkling

e Arab in his

reamlet oozing

crouch the shudd

eam that, ere

pavement, gliste

silent from it

alleys with its

aught if genero

let friend shall

ituate every h

ature still

LESSON

red before the Bosto

n, October

ntress,-wanderi

rfumed by the

-flavored shed th

oots invade the

crystals from

s flow with an

dmit no mirth

t mocker, the

e real, not th

misses warble

ecreant to th

ning, but in h

ment from the

more thy cons

eet my old al

ill, and loyal

nce explores t

n to hope the

ience. All th

antics of a p

embering some

ose among the

ience till th

witty shamfi

least, if not

riate for an e

ell what alde

anna tight a

ther, who, a

aughter with su

rchief brough

plosions of he

or, once a fr

doings in th

cussions rip th

stitches in a

nce,-these shal

them ere my s

. Not servile

its no depre

in, she will

ession due to

nows the droop

oldness from the

ice the Heaven

ecrets of our

liant, captive,

loring at the

sed in thought's

ms with rhyme's

the music of

harm,-her lips

me, in manhood

aurels from th

ath the harleq

tar upon my

t critic pass

s have drained

nza pleased the

n was tuned to

rms, in other c

the ponderous m

ence to a scho

and or laughter'

und with satire

hearts that bid

der through the

eat and play with

meaning fill t

udgment; will y

. . .

ths what crowded

asp, the last and

painted on t

darkness of the

hadows for

ant on the e

y from one unc

st and stillness

hy, our tremblin

m visions their

when first the

's musings found

. The myster

uestion, WHAT HA

fe's twilight, a

thunders of th

aces, silen

nflicts of thi

e efforts, whos

preludes to

s summer see

being moulderi

oet vaguely

tioned in his

mockery reach o

araohs' or the A

is a Heaven of

ports, the Mos

eing's only

ories to our

ect, shrivellin

sparkle to its

d upward to th

scords of her

anthem, while

guish from its s

s the immorta

, throbbing, ag

ul whose sulle

these the all

bigot, thou do

selfish, yet

yrant throned

lf, and cares f

summoned from

ws, and not a

and quivering n

rong, the deat

enses with thi

ories and its

lf, unworthy

victim of a

im, unchangin

centre of thy

teacher with h

harter of thy s

, who gave the

st in all its

tribute of a

easure of his

life through all

ed with unexh

eraph had no

ed thee from the

e; a larger g

pose swelled h

e,-will,-to make t

lar from the

mage, thou mu

own of sovere

fted, it is t

entre, Heaven's

heart a beami

blot, no hypo

bs one cheering

ar it bears the

en where his

welfare, true

meanly of th

oice; to choos

e the sacred

thee when thy

, a judge of

e Sodom if sh

reedom which t

hat Heaven can t

de thee to be

love thee,-ay,

ced thee on a

aves, but not w

eedle will fo

fury of the

urrent it wil

s axis by a fr

SCIENCE lose it

ightning fall

fluence quit i

o deeply with

er, where bus

nae, feeling t

rnier on whose

taper tremble

x, tracks the

derings through

mist where dazzl

spot where U

rong or negli

dex which thy

ine each star

de circuit of

nchanged the e

shadows of te

ed, forgets the

andering o'er the

reed?" a hundr

d beneath what C

idly, for u

on the smoke

t incense rose

altars one wa

bt, our earlies

ecepts for the

sons which the

tainless on the

blossom owes

tear-drops of a

ght that led o

perfume of our

question chills

fs, we dread t

Reason waver

emory be thy

place, and, if

er's creed, thy

lean on Time's

istance, lends

als, dark with

invests the

l bow, and anxi

avarice come

eep, the impi

t glimmerings on

set sheds his

int halos of t

raves, whose ru

footprints where

verdure has not

wild-flower has n

g tenants, dead

cord shall at

holiest in t

mitred, or

air; some pictu

shadows shall

es that crowd the

own amidst th

bbath brings it

lumbering on th

ed, the street

bells renew th

awakes each

rret whence its

last of subl

echoes with the

glistening from t

d requiem for t

elling, as of

wind its deep,

le, that, mind

llery shook its

bosom, as a b

tpin which the

echoes with the

tions, tremul

ded in the mo

cymbals from th

nding by the e

lifted o'er th

ir his brazen

brim the swollen

h memories of

ower the Northern

es, that spell th

follow as they

il, whom fortun

ature, faith an

memory, each

winds that sig

ps thee with her

rm billows of

shadow blend

hy mast the e

g midnight to

lling with the

shrouds the wil

-bird folds her

sion o'er thy

oes ring the

grateful tear

town, the isla

miling board, it

welcome of the

ss, and, still

earts shall aid

eamer o'er the

eded, and to

pic's dews, the

warm among hi

path by this d

ncy half forg

streets that slu

urrent of de

rms in one ha

ildhood by its

robe whose fa

gs beneath th

ilks that, flutt

borders of the

briefly, sorro

eeks beneath th

ers where with

y her, but sh

ublets deviate

ndcuff binds t

ple! pressing

bonnet that re

kcloth, with its

, the Sabbath

leless, he tha

sciple of Ge

ow, behold hi

rs through yon

earing of th

gloves, the u

sed or half pro

twinkle from the

n story; yes, t

istian from th

reet that curves

etray yon so

rose that speaks

that shades h

ssal in her k

ile from Kill

though blanched

r azure in her

garet, Labor's

om home, the nur

ahdin o'er the

scot dashes thr

astes, her care

hymn-book in i

dgery's heavy w

t morning folds

ffering, thou ma

d the Sabbath

cture faithful

e noisy tribu

ow such barren

line that asks

listener, I w

eatures of the

ntle thou mus

able and its

lining of the

ilence what I

soul, this tr

stillness, bu

se, the breathi

toil's exhau

th music to th

anthems to a

ntly, with the

rother strayin

bid thee trembl

verdict is f

champions of t

fountain or ba

passions in

weapons o'er th

soul, expand

cheme the thou

dogma shall m

faith my ang

cy's milder c

risen from thy

founders of th

ith, the trust

raking in the

fagots in her

ashes of He

skull of old

heart thy "Rom

ibres, strengthe

ce may call them

yers, her dan

is blessed her

ross her dyin

angel looks w

ee, the simpl

fault against t

ear with ever

must, o'er histo

ongs that stain

wanderer from

essage meekly

il that err, the

aith,-but hope a

ce; Love. A mea

hts must creep in

onest? Ask the

ll thee knaves

strious? Let

Richard's" fe

constant el

olid old Teu

t; it felt the ea

e, and greets th

m: the mongrel's

ars loose the

oks, the jaw t

bellowing monar

ons look not

othing, mind t

ve done for wha

istent," but b

fidgets; you hav

focus of a n

ange and rabi

tements, alw

atriarchs; the

ed maniacs of th

e, but try to k

, but don't be

tions,-let me c

e iron till it

r set; our feeb

s, the countena

object settl

metal and you

teps of such as

ze, though good

uine, no-mista

ple fed on gre

llowers of tha

ngles with its

tile, which,

recious jewel

y, "Progress," t

mpanions ever

tride the stanch o

ers, though they

nge through afte

l write, "Bewa

utes, never

easures which t

pocket of its

ight,-it holds

ght thee? Choose

recipe, and

le, congress

okesman, only

rfeit which thy

els the poor r

h epithets th

flattery pain

MANNERS are no

ue may drop a

inking, every

wordy fabric

emptying your

mbago jumps

eatures with th

ks, if haply

bject for his

ffice that ins

e, to meet thy

arments, to

ve" is what t

sex, Miss Har

ecious book t

ervers what the

-'t were better

rick that eve

habit, and it

cks, how hard i

eople, both di

others, every

ssing with a

do?" or "How 's

elings in thei

weak and some

other, make a

k, expatiate

radiant, seems

so was such a

other thinks he

e in which they

alk, in dust, o

death, and bot

lifted, do not

Ajax, fightin

castor on your

mounted your

LANGUAGE may b

dly, though they

hings; a scale

d grammar, sweari

heaster's icy

reedom of th

peasant of the

ssions play ab

ature that tran

ive, palsied b

ckles of the p

uscles when he

umice of the

roughness of t

titled, he be

rk,-he's awkwa

impress, long

et that holds

ed, though, if w

reedom of the

d college oft

adlock of our

rd will prove t

ustic can en

tanzas may be

errors we ca

mns beyond the

ps that speak o

iles from he

ice that utters

im who calls hi

boat, believi

ne, our classi

mbridge mo'st

ows and stamped

acher call a

k clearly, if y

ord before yo

lecturer or

d to roll th

ccents in the

you,-don't say "

tick on conver

pathway with th

atters let us

ouch the myst

orms the inne

pulp before w

dcloth,-coats an

stcoat, called by

d "pants" in ce

e for gentleme

cept might the

tailor is a

ttle care, a

err upon th

boots one pair

aily by the o

nial's visit s

umber,-for he 'l

critics of

nstep's clingi

ight; the Galli

ss between a

sy, strong, sub

t compile the

ns, and let you

e relics of a

owhide, reekin

tchoue, no de

apering outlin

rrents gurgle th

es; not black, n

l the pair that

arty where you

its dead bouqu

goat, if so y

nt,-don't neg

at; the secre

e beaver in C

lourish in a

ture scorn the

ight you from

llo, you must t

castor,-ice it

ay fail; the hat

tpins; plain, w

buttons,-two of

ine, while you

iamonds, for

se paltry Cis

breast the shab

name profaned

undress blushes

race, averse

yoke of Europ

prairie to th

nation turns it

ck is manhood'

e-blood freshest

d ringlets close

trong it lifts

rechtheus of

athlete of the

pillar flash

arena where thy

d that clasps t

he winding an

ontrast; it w

le, nay, int

self: I know it

nts will somet

ften, like th

rised with half

eatures to the

standing and t

end! my favori

de you on he

nder with your

Eden ripening

ead-stalk, that

ollars, were th

kcloth-by the

funnel of a

lesson narrow

slow, the dwindl

ipples on its

Muse unfolds h

h, with this un

dangers, I perc

sing, in bru

entials of the

, prairie, fores

orous must de

mmits and the

ompass with its

unders, where

nce the tropic

rms of earth, f

ace, his birthp

patriot, havin

e that goes in W

arnest what wa

oxen"-please t

notion that t

tio of his hil

ted that the af

uture, fancy'

ature in the

rse her bigges

th the expected

de, to strike t

ce exclaims in

te, and he's be

untains clap th

racts thunder, "

m the reign of

eclare its f

other! whose im

alley watere

ncio, dribbli

e epics of t

arnest by the

ir nonsense,-n

poets feeds h

resides, on

let, by a na

ustics used to

ng William's f

akespeare talked

le, with its c

r mortals the

ature have fo

thy of the s

y save the go

oaring through hi

ers from their

them but the R

ridge, by the

ment on the fi

ciers found at

s vocal, and

alth or want,

en, and all the

e their outwar

ine,-the scene

hectic in thy

life-blood ebbi

e thy strength a

pulses of the

t effluence pol

n crystals in th

ean, nor the p

iffs, nor rayles

oung poet, to i

signet stamps

where silvery st

rainbow for it

ndscapes wear

glance of thy

d thee in su

inmost Aret

er's living dep

starred Osiri

es; they touch

leap to hear th

arring bugle-b

shall breathe it

roudly may thy

irthright by it

ies, but, ever

ia stains thi

eds invade th

loughshares of u

octrines by th

arries where their

nite of thy roc

ear, as obdu

that leaves t

ce alcohol in t

ctrines of th

heories of thy

pling on her

eachery or inf

olves" or with d

areus of di

ngland! by your

torches of th

earthstone till i

Sachem fanned

st, her fadi

forfeit what t

Ocean! roll th

lymouth's des

shaft degenerate

alor stained the

de her spires a

irge above Mon

e; the Pilgrim's

th weeds, is gra

st that He who

rue as long as

ngering through

chantress, one

ating o'er th

Western dese

r spirit who,

r along the Ma

t herald of th

arth a resting

flight along th

pwards, when his

bay enclosed

ance stood thre

: "This threefo

rts, the nurs

mmit from its

laze along the

hts that, kindl

ght shall be a

rest the citad

tions black wit

that tread its

g arms for man a

eep along the

atriarch's and t

orch, when o'er

ortress smiles

ith, the anchor

ternal on its

l time shall fai

oiled, and Pat

d fathers slum

ved, or perish

ER-DIN

PSIC

Dinner of the Phi B

, August

girdle, O r

rock and Cin

ot-lights for t

ep, and then

. . .

ace that gods a

brother when sh

water every

roes did thei

rs! Know in str

ce, the real h

iluted to the t

mple might have

r Fancy's man

rockets with thei

truggling vai

tor's tear-

se finger with

m key of many

mptying his c

olly's gas-e

un, the moral,

hrust, the pug

these, so presse

matron, known to

ey,-scarce he

infants weep t

oom to rip t

arlequin, has st

oment to unloo

aybeard shuts hi

ap of motley

bundles of su

rustic on so

he concourse in

cake a throng

ether like a

bait of some

ink with most

ision, wander

oose, but knows n

authors, husks

lothes, the offic

feasts, where c

y toasts to o

ngs a listenin

throats of bel

iters played such

siarchs called

term such distant

s copper and the

uffle with su

minuet over

syllables th

ns, have cuts a

k Champollion

mummy of a tho

glish, striped wi

zebra in a pa

cut our dinner

keys) men should

or, as at tr

pes will cert

lets, which to

lippery as a f

ads, whose hie

ves that discoun

hese, with heaps

fs and homoeo

ll-crowns with

ideous with e

memory turns t

apering like a

pread them to

luttering like t

ight or sorrow'

f minutes lengt

ents fit like

ap, how quickly

aps from out hi

ste, and let th

UST that Cerberu

corner) "Pickw

sters, raised by

f, and helped

ke the glitteri

ld with laughter

welcome wets th

isdom,-for the

gue the evenin

speeches,-let

merry, lean a

otals warm to

Tullys, new to

crop of youth's

d ready for i

arrels and pe

tering through

nions to the tr

Feasted views

limbs in Yan

ne where genial

ame of interch

imalkin of th

ant to the

word, she peace

n velvet her o

hand that smooth

tremor of her

music fills t

ack a felin

oises shake th

terest cheats

ntry, hast thy

r at every str

anger touch th

elvet and out

strious! but t

Pickwick for th

he echoes labor

ap denied thy

s our jealous

lfourd or the

, which Heaven

ight of kindly

ollars that a

shillings on a

lt, be more di

all wide extr

tes the dainty

gardens of th

ed Luxury weaves

d Labor swings

urrows he must

ure and the pr

nk his destined

promise of

depths the panti

ging in their st

iad flings he

sea-nymph in h

these employ hi

fields are not e

as silver the

crystal of thine

k the mighty w

r Andes and di

CHMENT! Surel

impress speaks

ign the solemn

broadly an e

romise! Look, t

s when Caution

th has laid her

stice knit h

is stained with

tter crusted

eason has d

alt, the Ind

hat bears the wa

shaft and turns

senates stop t

tatesmen legis

ottering with t

eye to Freedo

ehead, wreathed w

arland of her d

s, that wrap t

d ensign round

ld that wears

t through every

only,-- we mus

here? A GERMA

nsil, which

dabblers in

ric, somewhat

metal, chiefly

allow, and the

letters with the

its powers are

e it show a wo

act to make th

ssar for the

youngsters who

ss grazed with

crop a dangli

spoonies tur

e its magic p

gely all their

ds they tire the

hrases on their

ges" in their

edlamite is c

the "earnest"

re! their "ma

ic, groping v

ngle is a hal

ole and curi

tle, which he c

estions asked i

ngueless and th

Insight" shouts

drum on the or

ection sucks it

I?" and "Where

nts! will th

t darken o'er t

Platos of the

f glory" at the

couplets their

r author the P

e, that, spurni

abored with

ura! From th

smothered with e

hadow, spect

eye across the

eamer treads th

obwebs hang thy

rotchets of th

ery scrawls his

one, with all t

oughts in amber

ecincts of th

erse-wright hamm

zephyr, wast

pinions of a

oebus on his b

hrough ether a

Laura, was a

ng Orpheus, is

rembles,-be i

argon slumbers

. .

goddess! From t

eather softly

lero grows a

schief in thy k

s thee, with

ze tunic for a

fortune if th

om with its f

happier if t

ps and dangero

CAL

ORNIN

hamber, though

presence of a

im, amidst its

allenged to pr

tenant is den

launch his sen

sels, locked fr

s from off thei

sit,-not till

circles of your

rob and pain's

helpless on yo

lay the patien

sit's mystery

atter in your n

fee for showing

rs, inquire, ins

leave, and off

th, by fate's tr

r becomes

ed, it pulls a

d, and that's a

sick: phlegma

ur recipe an

tand the shive

e, with which your

k your knowing

apae ana

some tender m

duos pulve

patient to his q

tsman banging

time, the perso

lf "the inter

knowledge which i

tice it may se

tance,-pleasing

ess you,-don't y

ister for the

lf the sitter

statement, yo

aughtsmen is yo

sy ordering wh

ae capiat u

fferent when y

ounces of the

is,-pleasant

ats receive the

lattery can di

lp which sends it

, though Art's

andling of her

rashly,-sickn

ady," but be

s that sufferi

action liberal

ning, 't is th

efforts of j

ndness, kneel

illow for the

raught to cool t

ow, the weary

utored by our

duate, when she

ufferers with he

umpery in the d

quiet: comin

lantigrade,

softly on th

chamber ere you

es there may g

oks proclaim th

business by yo

patient does n

optics with co

se your privi

yes may probe

urther how you

his carpus in

ingers ere you

ctim needs mus

anvil of his

st within a

orax as they'd

isten to his

ntials, and ig

sufferer want

er by, not a f

estions: don'

patient abs

llusk squirmi

assiz; and he

east, in each p

et magic of a

iling, but at

anguish cloud t

movement, ever

r patient you a

artist, purch

ready, self-fo

visit in it

ordials, toni

visit that f

chamber its

lth, who never

omage from the

ise, he stands

blest, wisest,

8

TWO

unending c

lled hosts

on the tram

flows bla

to the drum-

outhed cla

upon a cri

ory is

n silence b

yet watc

patient pl

s the clo

front no s

-red pen

bears the s

ty is t

death-bed's l

's trump

d brow and

's arms

clashing falc

ring ba

s stabber ca

wers, "H

sculptor's l

er's marb

pealing o'

ng cathedr

e blossom-sp

ds the lo

olls in her s

ry-foami

ead upward

els wai

h burning lif

ling tea

the Hero's b

es Freed

hite lilies

m that sca

s haughty ch

heir scars

challenged th

eside th

ETHOSC

SSIONAL

young man in

a stethoscop

d finished and

y cap and a

a spider wit

m a web of

e chanced on

very impru

a bottle-fly

smaller, and

a concert bet

e flute and a

rom Paris b

ng man would

gave him, hi

patient ext

his liver was

t his heart

pt arguing, a

with tubercles

ng man then u

doctors ma

e man must

-seventh of

e case is a

is chest it

ld die and it

autopsy wou

s stethosco

laced his c

d he, with a

sound that 's

nement is v

uzzing, as

took their

zing, said a

pyema beyo

e a trocar

osis was

the patient;

hate new-f

look extr

rattles were

t his buzzing

old lady had

the matter

ow, though her t

knowing yo

he nice ol

and boxes

young doctor w

and tumble he

he stethosc

began to b

atter is cle

sm there

rape and the

de diable ar

Bouillau

e like this

neighboring

are had bee

day her rib

f twenty; s

g damsels, sl

kind young d

e getting sl

breath on mou

hymes with "sig

ir puddings and

ch to their fr

pencils and c

r little hea

d insects buz

their ches

flant and th

ead. There's g

fear you a

t-mortem, if

friends wo

ng damsels

evailed on

is honest l

ey all got

oung man wa

stethoscope

was redu

e in a cou

rs being

cope they

ammer to cle

t the end to

ears, all y

orget to mi

cheated, like

of silly, ab

FROM A ME

ILITY OF

-birds, blinde

hthouse dash the

anite scatters

sits that were m

fabric in th

onscious of th

beacon pours i

pilot with as

radiance, o'er th

oobies brainle

ate, though co

ind by such u

ashness bid yo

doom, ye simp

ft its hoary

ide of twice a

ow the vast

y rock from ar

urses, circlin

waves to mingle

arry lends its

ages blend th

Roman, reared i

ab arched its

che, by countle

lines that Sy

t that breasts th

ponderous sledg

uttress look whe

warm from his

ce, shall thy li

folly flaps on w

ORT

youth, but not

old, and cheerf

atter and too

t when seemi

lending cou

seemed borrowing

sorrows that h

rials to for

r his lengthen

ance lingered

ips that spoke

voices of his

ccents dwelt o

ewing kept h

ENT

us,-life is

n,-art is wo

se her paths

iles, though Ge

wledge, though

il with moments

accents cheer o

planet lend it

shall wear an

lengthen with t

PO

ERICAN MEDICAL ASSOCIATIO

letter in

letter, mor

triving jun

per order o

every tende

tic predi

-something-do

songs, my ki

feast on T

make the fea

're something

han for por

e men of-(wo

ill come with

blankets o

out and show

hat papers

musty kind

exactly m

rying to t

s-you know

for their-what

g the dews

e on the f

d story: tha

birds that si

ul, it mak

e letters fr

so loving

sake such kin

your carriag

wheels with s

m I, to li

learned fol

mile, or c

e stoic lids

ht some art

frame to fee

ng fierce fro

rtic tide w

hair-like ner

special str

the myriad-c

lood of thoug

g fibre str

haunches gat

urged racer,

through the l

take the bu

your poor gar

t to the s

breed for, a

ou,-it was k

, not worth t

g; and your

ea-leaves use

o, kind hear

now are roun

e bud I o

d for the hou

its outer le

all its in

arm life we

love that ga

om regions

m distant moun

on Franci

ke the lighth

r girds the

bloom, her

ees the sky

bracelet y

bears the s

r russet-m

ith burning

and white mag

founts her

y sunlight

lain and f

ds and field

Home! its c

one gold

every day

growing to

bears a hu

ring, with l

with white an

treason da

, home may

ction's livi

angel might

ool of selfi

where the da

he evening

eagle sprea

n pines to s

ENT

h to Friendshi

hands that own

rn the others'

ason strong to

nd service, in t

face, and lets

stop to reaso

finger on the

memory fails t

ifts the flamb

ir equal impo

ighs, and Skill

ENDSHIP pours i

he pang no an

1, 1

WINKLE

BY THE MASSACHUSETTS MEDICAL SOCIET

TO

inkle had a g

nal block a

py, curious

randsire, took

story I pr

cantos, if yo

hard when Rip t

ll be when the

rming,-found i

aching-what he

anging round t

oddies and lo

Winkle, out of

homilies, havin

stick, aught t

moral or ad

have it! Now

something,-mak

st; the youngs

shirts and stock

tudied it wer

ough Wistar, n

h Cooper, snore

lectures,-doubt

stener, for h

ame on every b

years; at last

Winkle found

title! in a

eepskin with

NKLUM, QUEM

SSE-to do

fice; soon its

ma and his st

senal to su

mes, whereof

gies, great and

nna, Snakeroot

olch., Pil. Cochia

pium, Gentian,

cuanhae, wh

o utter men

Kino, Turp

vy," Vitriol,-

seed, Slippery

assafras, and

ics,-Pinkroot,

lmer of hyst

oetida, the

odor,-well, it

rks not wisely

f Bark and s

riefs he had

ars and galli

lex-housewiv

me, and call i

sinosum-chan

alve" of many

ras, also S

akes the water

t spread upon

water, only

ermin! don't the

laster-how it

erri-ditto P

ders, Brimston

sora, is thy

goose-quill scratc

source of ever

ecific is a m

cience, with

Acarus, craw

abored and have b

theory hatched

said them-words

precincts and f

t may chance a

th it proved w

bottle stood

medicine that h

reason, it mu

bottle oftene

eld I don't pr

label said

octor found t

irsty, took a

ixir" where 't w

bin saddled and

old-time rhuba

octors and the

s! they stopped

e shut-knew ever

thought-The ba

ong-he'll soon be

heads before t

d lady told t

stream of tr

riefs and per

antern led him

ed him, it wer

andering many

e mountain sheep

elings such as

freely with "

ounted, sligh

scuous, lapped

night, and da

ill the slumbe

arving, thought

homeward, sadd

people hunte

ssing,-never c

guessed;-for more

eels did taste

apple-brand

g flavor of N

llow hear the

ow when a fe

ctors-so the p

ing while his

untry, bounteo

emperate, sober

husbands! ec

cap to catch

Canto-if it's

here and say w

Rip to sleep fo

rgan-if you l

second Cant

ound the monke

O SE

rs had passed

ime of Rip wa

ed on-it never

n was now th

Empire-Andre

. was reignin

ears had passed

rebel held his

morning-who f

cloud of war

ings spread o'

for! Grant ha

ff sprang the St

Extras wild wit

orer's hod, the s

ried, "the reb

e! the folks a

e mother think

fathers meeting-

hoke-and not

iling-maidens,

oise between a

nking how she 'l

ke for Johnny

t; rheumatics

oving they cou

g! from every

loud at last th

picture, how

eep a score or

seen it to pe

ink-I mean R

s; old Rip at

d wife-the pre

sign regilde

hysic on the

t by-it was no

all" grew freque

t, an ancient,

rd, a plenteous

ok that alwa

Doctor to his

science! aft

g like a bare

races that are

Doctors mouldy, l

to look at pe

skets (called it "s

knowledge smart

Cullen and i

healthy; for

sexton littl

e when dog-da

s usual mal

evenings dys

oid lit his sm

ailed, the carp

hildren sicken

ace grew short

ife a brand-ne

ite serious-Deat

ung, in spite

uire was taken

drops"-at night

everish-bedtime

ad-began to r

nt for-double

an. duo, and

ra. Third day

orax till 't was

atening-somethi

ancet-let him

xt-then bliste

calomel; jus

t required the

sitting in a

back, but wha

ear,-wife calls

flannel-gives h

eacon, "that goe

igor-"Run, m

eacon sends f

ame-percussi

nging till his

flattest"-then m

certain-pleu

d will ease the

xt will help t

lister on the

grains of An

dose of clea

al system-(that

elfsame remedi

age knew, the S

hinted. "This

Squire-he'll kil

tor's patients

ion comes i

that is? In

doctors to

ers, such as w

pkins, lager-

use?-there 's l

en your man's a

k (the secret

guess and someti

ummoned came

een and shrewd

tory-"Bleed!" sa

t murder! cut hi

eptiles! Why,

adder or a

ess you, they 'r

ult and batter

Antimony! sh

ale at thought

stem! What's

nsense! Calome

leep-you'd bet

e one ca

says Doc

you slept fo

Green, I own

slumbered most

ore till thirty

e lancet in it

isters rescued

med from fashion

fe to give to

Rip, M. M. S

rious, sadden

Deacon's house

ne bumper of

faltered, "Mrs

leep, but wake

leaching in th

barn, if all t

year-remembe

Winkle! time f

eek in May when

octors meet, a

ear the Docto

n and shouts he

Winkle!" (giv

Winkle! time f

ossom! 't is t

meeting is th

ill, you know I

ss it, but be

as every yea

inkle here is

know him by h

inkled through

growing on h

adstool sprout

ie? Does any

matter-call

eat? He moves

l find him,-he

track him by a

lavor of "E

ive you-as you

asts without a

mighty sleeper

Rip, M. M. S

IN MAN

9-1

our slender,

d for while the

ir; our hearts

to the tread of

mighty van tha

standard flam

pavement where

r lessons than

breasts, brave hear

t sing the ravis

he loud rever

rairied West, th

nded Future s

lms. Behold, w

idle leaves. S

ht for, as, in

our lotus-fe

r fancies in

ttle if they

ely, while the

stering clouds wh

old its lightnin

ull of passion

olving moons t

hs to years, the

s rest, the no

hee through thes

nds that all a

1, 1

G

the Rev. Mr. Webster, of Hopkinton, in company with whom I visited the Frankland Mansion in that town, then standing; from a very interesting Memoir, by the Rev. Elias

rescued Sir Harry from the ruins after the earthquake, and their subsequent marriage as related, may be accepted as literal truth. So with regard to most of the trifling details which are given; they are taken from the record. It is greatly to be regretted that the Frankland Mansion no longer exists. It was accidentally burned on the 23d of January, 1858,

, has been made the subject of a carefully stud

T F

KN

tell is g

he bookm

who have st

still lef

story,-fair

-and not

tell, with sh

with down

s err and

the cold

amid the ta

he bear

ld dream ou

the old wo

ir hearths wit

y's homes

ome poet's p

rhymes

w England-b

and the

o all the co

e is stan

chusett's

ut's thre

e rumble o

hour guid

last, o'er h

age on t

ing wall and

ed and war

mansion st

its hau

r portal ma

ks the ga

h arches op

Franklan

he second G

ht the fo

trunks they

ve beams

he rock-hewn

ed the terr

the marble-p

d the mans

d beyond the

er's bro

d valet, hor

a good

midland cou

hman stop

s chariot s

he shini

eisance, gra

by nod

e way with

er Conco

courtly ci

the three-

splendors o

rings from

who held the

rley ov

whose press-gan

Street mo

rave, and co

s and sta

people of

" of there

no Chloe's "b

' celesti

n of the Wes

his Hea

e wooed as

ting love

fettered, fr

ok no bri

fairest o

ed alike

roving foot

his hand

T S

MA

e knight tha

the Bay

is wayward co

its vil

lls; whate'

lies deaf

rules to bli

us where

r Harry's co

ed grooms

he ferry, to

isimmet

e wash on Ch

l marsh

on miles the

with bitt

horses foa

the smel

ampscott, s

her-scen

r left, the s

ring vanes

Salem's fr

witch-hau

o'er the

hrough rock

the tempest-

s on eit

ween their ou

s of Mar

f ocean's w

the waves

e ancient

ading el

ng sign thes

awed to

e azure fie

he low-b

billows fri

ent shore

s outward thr

of yel

e roaring sur

tlet on

g whirl the

ess mound

ed sea-fowl's

s the Spou

white-sailed s

the oce

rd bent, his

bare Mis

's silent

ried ca

n reins his

he elm-tr

on the vil

d-hats cr

n ancient

kles at

g round the

-toed vil

, as their gr

world co

at the "Fou

great an

ng servants

ming matr

with her w

ght her

, like a p

t upon t

steps, with

, but not

ands must ke

their sta

ankle, bare

sh shapes

d Graces!" spo

my beaut

a reddening

x half w

fire with d

od's glow

features throu

al lov

aidens, wh

the ring

Fair one! He

hee, look

shoe those

d a silv

leness stru

r blush

r cheek; it

her gold

, but the g

ght the l

What, and w

such men

daughter,-so

phan by

he fleet of

ester thi

lonely ho

he Esse

its goodman o

his fac

e matron whi

an girl

e folk are

ward lef

with her gr

k enoug

children clo

as, John,

f Mary's, gr

d her sixte

bread and he

as housem

with her g

t beside

wayside wi

a garden

't was sad,-so

y's voic

an angel's s

heard whi

ld see in Ge

in late

d shape, in p

ed breath

woo! The tr

the sun

fore the nig

y-steep

,-street and s

the whispe

e piers ben

k with anci

leep! thy ha

y couch

y poppies f

's throbb

-the orange

ough the f

nd loud th

the glist

t is day!" W

the morni

win, or go

en shall

T T

CONQ

is hussy wh

he wench,

r. "Agnes-i

t has sh

ids parley

ions on t

footmen's g

r deigns

, stolen wh

on Bost

service, pet

the coac

his househol

are yet

, and more se

young ma

ne servant!"

f coach a

o fair, she s

with gol

you may fre

her what

d my Lady i

ress in h

aidens, free

t you ne

hisper, loud

the world

lordly flat

the maide

g of the frig

the smile

ere the sa

y languag

wind, the y

eam and

e gown of

ed to fai

ed hem, and

r of silk

around her b

d bracele

tresses' m

ring net

g with thei

d chain

gift her m

are all

s at the ma

disputes

side the man

e in all

gues have ce

in soft

us in her

l light

t kindness

her hear

g of a rag

her palfr

ul calm, a

movemen

moulded f

not call

hat on her

ods a sha

sealed wit

he land

T F

RE

es foaming

e pier s

r furrow

mounts a

post Haste!" th

y Frankla

tell the l

must cros

rt!"-the lip

their r

crystal cu

its wine

t thus,-where'

y land

life, my j

e is sti

and city, f

ring feet h

e lake to

Sierra'

hey see the

fragran

n mirrors i

of ancien

orange on

's sun sh

a's hazel-

h of Apr

are loud wit

ce on ev

's dial mar

Braganz

ath their p

d courtie

idores have

er lords

dreams not

th her pai

towers shal

ese canva

s passed, the

they lin

s rustling lea

of Cintr

learned the

d their En

doubt nor

er sea

the first

ed with f

like heavy c

he darke

he muffled

k! a holl

e chariots

the soli

lifts, the

s its ba

ntain bill

hes o'er

lean, the

s on ocea

long disco

doomed cit

bursts, the e

he stagge

crack-the ca

s come ru

e lurid mo

ge unearth

k abysses

e in jagg

over. Stree

d heaps

she, so fra

e tumul

treads the wrec

rrow gap

for her bl

her abse

broken wa

and wande

shattered po

unconsc

hat living

less block

footsteps w

es her wo

marble shaf

the ponder

er fainting fo

has bough

T F

RE

starless ni

g's brie

g heart and f

hed the fa

as folded l

e a thous

dless, in thei

shall se

What guerdo

of rans

charm all w

ed name

t won her gi

ld her ma

neath the Fr

age beau

e priest! n

m the sa

at change th

ing hour,

e holy al

els a goo

man, of hi

, passi

end the bli

ner beau

bosom hea

of gold

poke,-the pr

h a gen

gnes lifts

Franklan

faithful hea

fs so meek

sneer, the f

look o

blue-eyed

hty lips s

hissing w

New Eng

s mother's h

of ancie

ed faith, a

her fon

knew the sa

no vow h

his blushing

d his knig

is Northern

alone

ar Agnes m

d, ances

fore the st

she calm

pity, nor

hed no si

love,-her fa

with tea

orgive the

d in cold

heart, he t

hty eyel

deeds she l

red, "It

told that

her feet

tombed in l

hing with

bruised her

he crushi

strong-armed

can lif

frozen spri

he wept an

s!" so the

ss my an

ee from the j

e to right

-I, who gave

hy life

won her n

ess love

y maiden

in th

T S

CLU

done; it l

their a

again the g

s uncoun

the fair an

New Englan

s is the co

ho frown

h Lisbon's o

h the riv

as her sha

he trembli

t length the

, alas! g

t trampling de

less shaf

change the h

nd's clou

he air his b

then bu

terraced h

ling stre

ng with their

ers of t

gnes raise

s his hon

Sir Harry

hire Avo

f early lo

its peace

r state for

e to mak

e evil day

the red c

e rebels' ra

to Frankl

u, as my

is standi

d listener,

it if

listening hu

s the lil

gh-arching st

ies stret

rough with v

the latt

mossy ridge

hewn chim

on mighty

sive bol

English-mo

the night

chosen ro

o fast a

s chill Nove

al earth

he rapier bl

ts flatte

e shrieking

her clench

th tarnishe

ed at as

on her deat

e huge cof

terrace y

s turf y

long the w

tch on ei

forest wa

recedin

he far hori

is vista

story you s

or livin

Julia, bo

Sir Harr

half that

rememb

n as it lo

ts glori

round the te

sy wall

vines, the sn

es on t

ays, with t

n her wri

own black ha

with si

hold the s

ou like,

was, the wo

l from th

ways;-I ne

al of m

and maidens,

e of old

OF THE BERKSHIRE AGRICULTU

path, to meet hi

es, behind hi

ht dew-drops on

rth, the hero

ield before th

hadows when t

ne, along the

acres where hi

treads, the stub

sh furrow opens

se the tangled

k the ridgy co

llside, where t

track that score

valley, clogged

nvoy breaks it

the loosening

ughshare circles

ield one billow

nds unbind the

ands whose stur

ood, the golden

e, whose letter

sun to words

cholar, whose

t lesson hunger

ines which heav

eed,-the chart

ther, whose b

fe, and lulls

features, kind

smile the wrinkl

wers,-they bloss

osom, and it

ld that tramplin

plumage of thy

onflicts sear t

answer is the

ther, while u

hearts in thin

virtues in t

eetness waste o

lls, whose bann

ohorts Autum

mits, on whose

mlocks hold th

ains the mountai

treamlets from i

me, these faithf

eace their own

God, to freed

bandogs Facti

forms, that be

ng manhood to th

ct, the guardi

iron in the s

hills the shouts

escued what the

RI

t; the heart

recks of unre

rst, suspected

pes are fringed

nks, beneath th

nurslings spread t

hues from wide

olden,-drift, o

bearing on her

phy torn from

gazing on th

iris wears it

crocus, bursting

vering with h

life, the darke

k buds against

hs the stately

d that wraps he

stealing from h

he opiate that

t wing against

acious, o'er i

inks of lichen

es, the gliding

harper, thawin

note and tries a

ls that face th

rtles range thei

less o'er the m

e grass their te

April, ever

laymate with t

margin of re

adows starred wi

blushes sighs

heek beneath th

tulip lights he

curls the hya

lades the crest

Pallas, towers

mes the lengthene

are the passion

lake, along i

ily hastens

ders glistening

sultan of her

e song from ev

season's br

wings returni

p arches of her

reathing from h

orrowed where t

wanderer, dropp

remnant of a

rifting like

rlwind from a

rking his spa

erious, his

d bobolink court

lrush tipsy wi

age the lone

air, and spread

re within thes

ce, while bloom

azing with in

g lenses, or in

ectres of the

aves that fill

ence, whose re

ides within the

cavern, while i

iddy in the m

ST

rksome crypt

ltar is its

ayless, joyle

lare of May's r

sons dragged thei

ndors were not

bars the cheerfu

the casement o'er

ight-wind wreaked

cean and the r

topsail from it

k a thousand sto

walls the peac

th to slant its

st the mild i

rtain spread it

task the lonely

evening only

ir its leathern

lcome to som

ts bosom with

plastic, to its

lging, if of g

alter's dream-

ll, the evening

table its e

-bowl's sounding de

rubs smiling a

ld open, as at

primrose frees

ife this dim re

ted when its gu

h friends, an u

alls and cards

wer, never k

rvice, prompt

elves no housewi

iles the monarc

the wreck of c

ngues and breath

lace, and each m

corner of his

tal, won from

s-cornered, ribbed

patriarch of t

century narrow

d, but glorious

letters wrought

tagira's all-e

nchor on his

births of Plato'

mb by jealous

is" (dare I

Head and Killi

sheets the son

es of smooth-le

, in close, c

wealth the Elz

ions of the

e volumes of a

rgeons all their

ctures, or in

ler, fresh fro

dreamers of a

ber, and the

talk of all th

est,-those name

e, and all ag

itles, where a

lines of par

ance, the chose

re and none can

eatures, whose

copy, or a s

udy,-on the

osaic portra

months the tranq

ads of these min

offspring of

table with its

ve each dull

miss it from the

ok, along whose

eb our wild r

d Hester's fier

IA must be st

BE

treet the morni

belfry with th

ations, wafte

stener tell a

ooping to the

caldron spills

axle, countin

ussion, till h

daughter, when

e silence from th

e unit, to the

ssing whom she

ponsive to he

te repeats he

ant of the nei

earing lest he

accents, as th

urden one de

ild, whom many a

reezes swept h

echo as it c

ories kindling

orite's unfor

itials stain

ell, the flappi

treamers crac

mother, not a

s bridal with t

father stood w

oking with his

e, whose spread

impulse, every

ount the varied

surge of that

h! If floating

lf their power t

re thy changin

odiac shifts it

t, and when its

other's, judgin

isdom to the n

andards are the

s rebels wh

th that holds th

RESI

ar in these c

carried her s

ught us to be

ow, and turn t

itten what a

aitiff smite

thers, in thin

guarded by th

grim trusts to

forest rings the

lleon trusts h

corsair slants

asant, with his

eathers, shinin

plumage with t

dowy from its s

ds, whose babbling

bre from thy

eady for the

fort and thunde

ORAL

brother, who

of ill-cond

sort that in

reely into s

ture, lax of

urbance whitens

armless specta

k of Protest

question if the

ices of mate

edient to his

orious, up to

istening with l

e ivories like

ow and bilious

linen flowers

nual, in their

h-lows which they

shun that ding

nger, him thou

dge, and slow

shoulders a

ithing from t

untain where th

hantom, whose

e text of un

ster that can

vassal of his

oat against th

ngue against th

LY, though he

uders down his

plants his backw

tance ties hi

k broadcloth gl

ight with Shyl

passion to his

cuirass on the

hell-hounds yel

m port the mad

comfort while

milk of kindn

logic prove,

ve is worthies

ruffian of th

ivel rakes the s

s all! Is eve

tronger free t

recrow, whose

om Bedlam, air

carries but a

sits on his

marrow or the

ome vices in

ick us with his

milies with his

IND'S

naming ever

rished on the

ite may live s

ilton till he

ndie proves b

it, that thei

atures find it

e diet, on a

eballs while it sp

heart to feed

larvae on the

tches, like its

ober shakes t

liage, change the

ower a bluer f

o pluck it-'t

tree-toads so

o find as Ethi

stiffening to

sportsman thirsti

living on a

th, will creatu

n, they take thei

bbling turns the

IMITA

ear, we questi

threads a trembli

eb that misty

ed awnings gli

enturies spell t

nquer spreads th

summit was Je

ophet knew hi

all that awful

Captive answe

! beyond our

orbits of thy

, while History

ck the flaming

swayings of o

een surround th

OLD

se; in thunder

rung; the vete

e the telltale

brow the aut

waves amid his

dows, prints of

circle glanced

eak,-his voice

had seen its s

enes and others

mpter watched h

flaunted on the

onarchs of th

rnest and were

heeks such roseat

footlights in

ly through suc

as, foils of

st the melting

throbs the stu

pranos shook t

breathless, qui

tood,-the man

esent's full, u

k a faded le

il spreads its

rows that soare

sun the flashi

that sought wi

ile it still mig

hearts! his own

ghts that long-dr

tered on his tr

the crashing g

ardsman at th

train the echo

dits rolled and

ories startle

,-the page of

fee and parsim

g Romeo-hark th

th lips-alas! t

Moor, with all

e tale of midni

Hamlet, with his

royal ghost, h

h, his youthful

ht hues of eva

immer's in the

bubble rises th

old, whose vi

e past its un

in the enviou

ernal summer

strel's song,

birds, or childr

ile, or heaven

e-drops creeping

ord where his y

hairs,-they can

er has changed

memory on th

indow in the

inster totteri

ssing crowd its

c, yellow, g

ithin, a radi

pictured screen t

pilgrims on i

ow in every s

vision through

plendors of h

opes his eager

ancies riper ye

hispered words,

song, from Hour

ift, and Flattery

lence when her

de, her lashes

uets, wreaths and

joy that peris

oets dream, bu

some viewless

lsides where the

eatures of th

emory leaves it

rdens left b

sins tell of

dust, and overg

jets the passe

venges break t

ainbow light,

d dreamer! let

stage, and we

sal! Kings witho

lords, and jewe

ds that mock their

ompter! spells th

hero whom we

actor in a t

ildren when a

r simple eyes

reling, who has

eerless home h

ouble lives mo

solid fact or

,-the footlights,

short hours, o

h Heaven may wo

osed lids we loo

her worlds, and

ture lends the

ng shade, with

hantoms over

spectre on a

ching palms an

that mock life

s he strives t

asps; to live

's nothing but

PO

PITTSFIELD CEMETER

h! extend thy

k sceptre o'er

r along the

earth its unr

und has rise

slumberer folds

ams to bid hi

nes that hurryi

er! from thy s

t; this realm i

ne; its sweetne

paths the child

maiden loved i

rrior claimed it

opes the plough

ints that left

gh art and slow

cks that strews

elds that heaped t

arms of Labor

oad meadow with

arvest with it

maize, her silk

iance, on her

wells beneath he

t that rolls in

s and milk-whi

murmurs of the

apple with the

inted on its

necklace strung

banian, o'er it

owths that paid t

uxuries wealth c

healing herbs wh

red them from the

aried charms,

tribute, Labor

April sheds he

d shall cast it

utumn strews th

d shall gird its

e the circlin

blossoms heave

lod below the

il the springin

t beneath the

lower shall drop i

nced in thy un

sowest mighti

auty! let th

Nature all th

ers where Summer'

lips of June's

hues, the loving

ature owns no

orest where the

moonbeam with it

e that bares the

ound That dries t

tream whose sil

asping bracelets

am, beneath the

glitter of a h

teeps where loo

thrones the Gi

s, that, crouchin

d shoulders, rough

e waste of ethe

aze shall reach

e mourner turns

nds that print

whisper that

rief may wear

sdom! let th

lesson, new

ve, not grudgi

inds that waft

lmly every pu

gently every

e! in heaven'

l around the

hands the pillow

hold us in its

isper,-Who shal

amber's yet un

radiance shine

erish grow mo

es of Death's o

ndness for our

ngs beneath thi

hearts to Mer

in Death's re

mercy by its

ower that decks

ory in its na

ssons that aff

urves of thy e

gh that sets o

e that calls u

ed street, along

ture leads its

shadows of u

e lips and woman

l burden, roll

kindness can p

e that, called

eyes and drops

ild who prays i

help its pare

eauty stricken

f manhood brok

kness, bowed b

ines beneath it

, and heaven's re

turf unhallowe

on the evening

light around the

Father, in im

es, dust to

angel rolls

rning brings

VERNO

R, if my ski

hat lift th

tream that loo

ad meadow's ch

me on from b

e River wed

ould give me

Bay, the B

be; too lon

down or st

s set on f

western bl

disk is ro

ound your sw

he yellow s

t scarfs my sp

r wakes you

barnyard c

are soaring

e sparks of g

be; oh, wou

o'er that g

hours would

feats of pea

hat, drained

nk of langu

that Laughte

es in his b

ught fast in p

goblet snap

th half in e

g full,-but

be; I str

slender hous

of little cl

at whispers,

my spirit

jailers

s of elem

long my thre

ws black, the

s mingle wit

nado scoops

t robber pr

ng every li

knot and h

ly netted

e rooted t

oaring wis

r Governor, f

FIELD

ENGLIS

at wasteful

on its st

he wintry d

germ has

he weary tem

kindling ra

g from its d

air its per

by the ro

springs from

a single s

smiles to bu

slumbering li

shore, from

r's falling

aves of Pon

he lichen

reaths of wh

sun and sti

he fair ance

hills, no s

d drawn from

ng wheresoe

t with its f

space, unwr

age, from cl

8

ECTURE ON

our wings, as

e the cr

e eyes of tw

ing's wes

pleasant Ber

h its le

eir sides a t

ging swe

ills; they l

rough the s

in many a ga

l a hundr

ooks, and st

e, shade,

ing all their

w a sing

spun from m

ry sash

curve and

to reach

bark,-a p

a child

one body m

a thousa

e grassy ba

an oar w

, drest in

on eith

he book we l

us read

te'er its

an Englis

ouds the lar

lling as

sings as th

en cucko

strew the

ow kingc

s, and a pri

ble cel

ream! when N

hter in

drained that

her othe

g planet's

ng hand s

the broad me

ed the su

gives, her pin

ith hangi

her moun

her own p

forests' a

ck's towe

d thrice a h

before

at Nature sa

ts our gr

ears her cou

ts broide

th the spri

the noon

, and the bl

le in th

wounded eag

bing o'er

ts airy pa

of scar

hark! the wo

led the thr

at flash of

e-plume

en-hawk swim

the brigh

robin hops,

cing, In

s virgin i

her rus

onging thou

might h

finger's e

th some g

Nature d

ild home

t so; Old En

in Engli

d o'er th

er life

know each w

erry and

does not k

oo old t

On the bre

ts our hu

soldier, sai

comes t

the lark-voic

has know

ush of the W

ast sweet

LECTURE

e trembling t

the mourn

he silent d

p of Er

er thousand y

saints,

s only he

those gol

s mound, ye s

est wreat

s lent your ear

own ambro

of night, th

wy grove

l soothe us

was sweet

g Time, thy

thee swif

ine enviou

his glor

cheek un

r one you

the flushin

s a milk-w

nd mother, t

thy smil

thy mantle

and as

sailed the

without

ts parting s

to thee, T

ng lingering

hued stream

age, with tr

the sile

no, the ra

ging as t

gh earth's im

es sweet

in happier r

s of byg

learn those

ished mo

LECTURE

s spargam

at star-crown

on thy Ro

turf youn

of slend

Gods their ga

ring one pu

blossom sha

in my North

beds have a

en I was y

ins and uns

across the

re dead, lo

buds no l

pon its m

lume-bound f

the tulips

g tufts the

quenched my wh

ng "Star of

ong blade of

tripe may st

treads her

ir birthright

r base-born

rden's queen

t flower of

the old fam

ere melting

unlaced he

is stormy t

reen came pe

e earliest

he soil with

e trembling

the column

earth! thou

dead poet's

music gave

the crimson-

ing his you

air Hyaci

nth my ga

upon that

LECTURE

sail in Spezzia

ast; too daring

lasped her; to!

waters, but no

oman looking

lamps the lon

ail, they watch,

go, alas! no

hronging on th

laring in the

waters lay

ifted from the

eek; the idle

women, with the

children gather

hovels bedded

prayed, with

look, ye heavin

lashing in hi

e burden on hi

shore the sull

obler elemen

zed him in e

crown him with a

semblance, ne

ange within thy

e ashes in th

risen in yon

thy gentle A

ge lay on thy

le of those blu

st dome of al

wandering soul o

ian, while thine

nsions of the

Mercy has not

OF A COURSE

the watch to the

f Spring on the i

oft footstep, a

s over,-the

the threshold of

arf of April is h

ht hillside that

rm panting of

fore Summer has

June swells the

the season lies

e of Nature runs

rd, and the ch

teel drops unclas

lace it,-it rests

ord that we all

h the wildness u

tares round ere he

no longer his f

moment and loo

not as the frie

e blessing it speak

n a garden, and,

w leaves from the

gate of the g

as come for uncl

like lead, and

rushed forms from

moment,-the las

kindness, and

ugh the doorway i

om Nature is stam

of smiles is the

nd the lips is a r

tear from its fou

bright spring wit

HU

LECTURE

f childhood that

at covered life's

e tale when the s

soft lullaby br

r stream by the hi

r boy as he la

h margin thy fat

waters their a

r from the lan

rivers, renown

painted that wid

ued pencil of i

banks of the cas

ink the moonlight a

Avon, whose wav

s glory who slee

still yearn for the

y flow by my for

honors my che

sees it,-no blu

deep-bosomed str

se blossom to fl

love of its chi

is dry where its

ber,

NEW

RTICULTURAL SOCIETY, AT STO

the parting

Mayflower's

the rugged

tracked the P

rom many a ro

grass, the

as English

sun and fr

e fiery day

brought his

ing in the

gleamed with

scant, the fr

glistening he

statelier p

old Purit

aste, and to

nting bulk

n the Pilg

summer swee

lot, to fro

heart and

till his e

m life's aut

on the bl

brightest b

pon the tho

st roses l

rude and w

kindling f

e tropic's b

Nature's ice

softening Mo

children's

y loving L

housand dimp

he flushing

its first a

the rounded

dahlias dri

e only gifts

e laboring or

ts beryl-thr

burs and he

the shadow

till the whi

on russet

the heavy r

od flung its

s boyhood lear

e early gra

was ripe ere

Fleming's p

drops and dr

plashed with s

breasted, sl

s painted g

of the tre

t bosom scarf

see, and fi

. . . .

ovoked his

trembled

sighed their

waved their l

crept benea

s wafted o'

tained his tr

he garden,-t

er many a

of Eden sti

that Paradi

n earthly g

r own unst

ite apple-b

young Euphr

circling wa

ambrosial p

ts arching b

a hundred

mingling fi

re beauty's c

's earliest

painted pea

its celes

. . .

in some unmo

eaf grow bro

our star of

half the ro

salt with b

s green with

right with e

shade the st

lender-thre

nd leaf and

y noontide's

veins of N

er swelling

ed Sister i

Empire rou

s wampum on

August su

y, with bloo

e mountains

aths from the

e hot Siro

old the with

nsealed its h

leap in flas

Ishmael's t

of the Sov

e fountain's

e harvest o

swords of w

Garden of

beyond its

vada's glitt

e tempter f

e children, l

ern fathers'

n is its

OF THE NEW ENGLAND SOCIETY

e love thee; n

thy children the

s fond look of af

fair son to the a

fresher in beau

he jewels she brin

chill in Time's

st loved us will

dear land of the

its waters will ta

y whisper, "your

hes softly, "W

y splendors are

flown back o'er the

brown home where the

heir way through the

you remember,-th

the churchyard,-on

there are ruins, a

spot like that

cheerful,-reme

s, and-never mind-

rm nothing,-we

o Maine, in the j

he good people,

n the shade of t

eaves, and its bl

care of the fenc

talk big; it's a

got loose and the wa

iss Prudence rem

of compost no bi

are gentlemen

o mine as the flo

old mother w

r children! Good

RE

R. L

e bark has her b

of Ocean are stre

he mountain stre

he hand, then

mast as it rock

clining, I se

blade in a thi

pike on a Highl

cloud pours its t

all round her who

e breeze that is

aided to strive

play round her, lik

e dark hour till i

t will plead with the

still!" to the

at Friendship has

ir ring ere we

n its circle,-you l

till chain it, th

health in the j

vineyard shall

drain the last d

hearts of the bl

29,

TING OF THE

ns glitter

d leagues

mid the ban

ir voice o

ice-bound g

stream i

to Ben Nev

k to Ben

ave clipped th

the chiefta

l sees the h

r mists l

n kilt and

de was ev

o showed th

he plaide

leep on Chev

d the bug

ir sides the

ed blood w

re gallant he

ing on th

swooped with s

to "law a

he rocking

ght tocsin

e crashing w

his poets

s silent i

s a cry o

ing round the

im greet t

Scotia's m

may sing h

s own sunlig

among th

the cloud of

to field

s land her

her sadd

e forts the

the earth

rowns, the s

gh at suc

hought, the th

the pulse

r than the

y armies

ithin the ba

he wild wi

triple heal

ock, and

ed hues sha

as hushed

as ocean-cu

the Clyde,

ASHINGTON

CANTILE LIBRARY ASSOCI

o the day

till as

rch of Faith

eedom's al

ero whom

on a moth

he stretched

orn fore

ale of you

ritain's r

foe repea

fame o'er s

cross, proud

e the frig

olden lilie

atch-tower

shadow o

our of dead

rror, year

nation i

uth, becom

ffled tyra

rm the Lord h

on the ten

pire's mad

im an ear

ord hath fr

offered sc

neless Conqu

a people'

riot's task

ather's dy

me that yo

fferings

he frater

country fi

t to idle

ands may

atriot whos

nation to

whose ears

scord-notes

es their bloo

tle's thun

while this

land from

unsel, heed

while we h

OF DANI

RY 18

th run its l

triumph, j

storied pa

all its o

ed sailor tir

rent, his

t voyages s

rom life's e

ithin the

oul hath live

t was open

realms of deed

en by the fr

living pi

storied pag

whisper, c

ifts its f

marble chea

ese pictured

image p

ath the mou

rs of a hil

life's emba

side the h

e scenes: a

round dial

ift arc of s

dust; his t

pon the noo

clining su

g rays on ma

pon the mi

t stately sh

crown its br

rge-fronted, l

o double fr

he fields

smoke had r

e blood-red

ere opened

s but a she

e strife that

o see its

es in the W

prairies lea

he mountain

n breezes s

lake to w

lived; in p

full cycle w

robes of pow

em at his M

by the storm

wild tempest

as like the s

throbbing

white hand is

on the fur

he broken

he summit br

envious tong

ation's hear

's latest su

e tablet o

VOIC

e broken ly

et wailing si

ir silent si

rs who will st

ouch the ma

me is proud

hose that

all their m

not for th

told their hear

voiceless,

thout the cr

eucadian br

s memory-hau

glistening n

orrow's churc

t break and

ng lip and f

urs out his l

om Misery's cru

breath or e

idden pang

s melodies

rth, as swee

WO ST

the roc

its slop

ain-drops, blendi

ing riv

m, whose

y a pebb

, rolling to

cleft moun

er rill h

he slanti

cean, with the

-flecke

he height

ting strea

ent turns its

ning torr

same crad

same moth

arkness and t

he Peace

PR

arity

thy gift

ght fancy wit

look and

tle-hee

thy trea

arest memory,

ng year

ins on ev

its show

ercy choosing,

or glow

ly deed

tain of

ay-star, that sha

its curr

es thou has

ll their

angel with th

and watc

hou dost

's sprin

lent thee wilt t

hou shal

mised

his lips

rs that soothed

d thy Mast

20,

V

ightly call

forehead

t happier ch

ed with bap

want and w

with thy

the whirlpool'

trong yet tr

h Saxon eye

woman an

ncrowned I

greet us,-spo

t sweet sad

shame, all

sunbeam s

s through a

s Avis?"-H

ced matrons

own through

and her sis

t children r

the hand of

ne little r

ss in its p

mark is o

-stamp,-the

still her h

thout the cr

smooth-turne

suffering o

at the ric

rose-wreathed

living deat

our beauty

turn in sel

ipped nurse

ead Angel! B

reed and ma

escended f

swered, "Sh

at dainty m

ng girl has

l teach, her h

the duties

Death in lin

to face fro

ng for the s

low seasons

s Death; the

joyous bo

daughter o

gainst the m

done; no v

er deeds with

see the a

r brow with h

s holy page

woman's lo

asped her Sa

eyes and st

of sorrow,

f that eart

ine image

this unstu

IVING

world of

built his bl

lone in e

seas that

isles of s

Maker's g

n thy wondr

sdom still

ft air with pu

ng through it

of brighteni

new and liv

their burd

current s

Nature's fl

m fountains

throbbing s

ivering o'

and wide a

to fill th

numbered cr

f burning l

ing each de

o find the th

ith that unc

outward m

marbles joi

ng band and s

o reason's g

ngs in tremb

with the t

it as the m

beam of se

out of seve

se lucid g

ce shall br

rolling sur

spirals cir

hed spirit th

it is hea

e cloven sph

in its myste

nsation's fai

forth the so

stormy worl

dim and clus

g gleams of

hollow gla

grant thy

se mystic t

age and wea

the leaning

ess gather

tottering p

or dust thy

t into heav

RTHDAY

R. L

speak of yea

have year

loods of lov

ter song

drown in w

thoughts

p own one te

it in o

waste our sc

his notch

if my way

ed in artl

him the s

s us hand

bracelet's

s our cir

his hours of

his starl

like the fu

c-haunte

s to keep f

hine on

at sees the

ure's las

ry 22,

HDAY T

F. C

shepherd se

es green, the

ess "Israel

lock may wat

manliest s

f gentlest

light and g

flock, or w

Truth the

tied for it

right in al

l to the li

meed of ea

o earthly m

man, through g

ring, "God

nother's gr

lends joy a

he saint, if

y,-such an

hepherd! tho

nd burden

, bright with

l shows thin

fragrant l

t April hal

born angels

ir opening hy

ur faltering

know their

reathed their

e love than

l 4,

GRAY

THE MASSACHUSETTS M

to fight our

with hon

chief, who st

of bett

true and

ing heart

e touched with

, Guide, a

manhood's

nd faith l

honored t

ngth and wi

tamed by toi

ur front

light, the sh

fted in

though its

s of ringi

e honors th

d's twice-

LAST

W.

not him

son which his so

nd brave,

no more

ame-that dear

ur lips u

with poet

the minstrel's

not die

d his love

bondage of hi

sweet soul

ife's sur

stormy seas, h

hile temp

we sor

him whose heart

untrodde

gh its le

nlight on a r

en, hal

t his b

shadows that hi

above hi

s uncurta

tural tears ar

ot for

green t

urs before the

he last G

a clear

unds which hold h

but no

him sle

ight watchers sl

himself

September

CHARLES WENTW

sunshine;

ul of sweet

gentlest o

im we can c

ere was of o

h spring-ti

dear Mary,

it was a b

f her whose

ce to her d

twilight i

e earliest m

trains our e

r plainer mo

he lip with h

he soft and

ust! the li

poke to che

ands lie whi

om sorrow's

peace; he w

tears we

o earth the

shape his

weep my heart

love that fal

rowned, my l

path to w

e who bore

d and Maste

g silent t

speechless gri

laid him?" "C

where the lo

e sister le

g Mary, "J

thee, with a

wipe thy st

l sorrows,

word; thy dea

15,

RT

ANUARY

rtha's dea

bell! tol

ands their

oor Martha,-s

the

rtha's dea

bell! tol

year has

poor,-would

the

rtha's dea

bell! tol

no more, by

full of l

the

rtha's dea

bell! tol

ng she shou

e sheet of

the

rtha's dea

bell! tol

, sleep, to w

robes are st

the

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8

RESIDENT, you've k

s be the first,-I '

with a screw that's

has played away u

Mother's side, the b

r Juno breasts whos

half-grown boys, a

on her lap, and cli

stately door, and i

of red and green she

adiant youth, her che

s we go, hers flour

many an hour, and f

cheerful sun, some li

nd laid them down wher

voice may be, they

lled since we shook the

classic green, so

joined the game, ho

ning up and down, an

book and brief, and o

els on the pool,

es on change, one pl

annual flowers well k

on our way, and clas

e legless kind, that

head we've seen pu

back again to yout

met our eyes, and bro

midnight lamps where

t flap the sky with f

hunderer's hand, Though

s of Empire fly beyo

he Western wave, they j

into paths that tr

's vertebrae and s

d chloroform,-and both

the photograph, we r

er sages shared the

the clouds, ours brough

e tricks of life, it

of character flake

the brownest hands wil

"perfect brick" bene

f deathless name, as sch

with the trump, held

played our game, she

something grand,-you'

e had their day, the yo

ays to forget, and so

old or young, the tap

led her fount to Po

shman once, just fre

ettle-drum, as

with the boys,-the

go to church becau

and of age is not

A. M. must prov

racked the son, balloo

to the old,-go th

and reverend youth,

only get one ann

o simmer down thre

s mighty short, and

ith long ago, it's

it to shine, and I

e blaze of day a m

and fading ray the l

ne echo rise to sha

whose throne is here

commencement-day on

ll mankind, to take

ARTIN

OF THE AL

f summer s

rd's hol

calls, th

er smili

OR

d young tog

hine and

heart, and h

before

opening door

every st

echoes lou

elcome on

and you

hrough her p

life's s

ur anchor

er green

and you

ft its lengt

d us fas

ings grow br

on turns

and you

ered ere the

when wild

here, our he

les forge

and you

F THE NATIONAL SA

8

the Healing

drug we b

scorch, the bl

leave, the "c

y glories, h

s that ador

triumph's m

weakness stan

arms that He

ong battle w

ur various

t weapons,

Science dro

shelter pro

r snow-white

tern minis

ng o'er the f

r heaven-ano

ved the glit

s all its cr

ful to her

aside her

g juice, or c

em till they

gracious h

d scum of ea

counting al

e sighing su

field that D

e stragglers

le acts of

nfessions

our tempered

f life from a

specifics

ised by weigh

creatures l

s open to

im in a sti

why his br

pitying te

rear the sh

eeds out fr

we planted

e glory of

our sacred

tatters fr

flag of slo

e starry f

d truth we

better tha

s nobler tha

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RY 25

.-Nay, we ne

ach heart

ing eye and

and flame

one tumul

of wild

through the

the Weste

cloudless, q

each stor

breasts of

reen wavel

shrivels lik

ecomes the

face, and

the monar

e strained in

ydon and

s climbing Abr

the Bourbo

he wailing

eneath the

to-night

earth's sta

n-breathing

like ince

g lay of fri

or's anv

, not for s

ver tone

m, even in

ful self-

m, not for g

was born

breathes in

heart m

praise him,

form an

and want, throu

s fellow-

d sink benea

n angel

power coul

that all

had set one

e pedant'

frailties,

s them al

pebble on

hough dea

s nursling, b

her dais

suns, the w

the minstr

s weave his

ain-mist

ETING O

T 29,

! God bless me! and

forgetful, as old

in 'forty-I woul

tter over, I and

old fellow, I'm thin

er people, shall b

ht blue ocean is smo

ne of breakers to fr

ghty easy, but that

f thirty we spend o

s the forties, as fast

or payment, we seem

"old fellow; you sp

a hundred and like

years coming shall s

en be forty; of cou

ows heavy and tire

ive-and-twenties and

t forty, no pinchin

nd flannels and good

ust morning I fo

, I'm forty! Yes, fo

ery milestone, I t

had come to, a fell

g folks' nonsense; t

ish

me at forty,-I see

wrinkled, and ma

t fifty, in spit

er August with mist

owly counted and cr

tern summits the fa

sy fingers the las

en and women whose hea

one of fifty that lo

son that strives t

at a table and try

at fifty, my ju

of silver, but not

r verdict, waitin

ummers; speak! Is

ing fails him; say th

ng wrinkled and wea

temper, but pleadi

ty summers he finds

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6

wn with bus

g clumps of t

at lean and bo

by the maste

bogs that

ond with m

e shaggy s

low the Sha

e trodden br

off with st

woodchuck c

rises from

is lair a fr

lunges in

old Shawmut

on his br

7

thronged with

hill is ridge

nd morn the

down the "re

King Street

bloody red

r pacing se

steel, the

all the o

of late the h

deepening r

stamps, the

re dark with

urderous hi

whistling sho

yed belts of

8

green, in m

nd palaced s

, from her B

ned city spre

waves, they be

e roads with

flash of g

hillside boun

m, Wealth! no

e wild-bird's

neath the no

moonlight's

raised by gr

st memory

Patriot's

sires who w

er 14,

E SEA A NIGHTMARE

Old Man of the

with that dre

en caught, you wil

ou he must

on by your throat

in the ter

ou tight by the c

ons and butto

of a snake in hi

pus-grip i

back, nor get

t the spot wh

ee his claw on your s

d's Old Man

n, no doubt you b

rtyr, whate

ur past? They must

ffee boils s

ake burns on the g

is done frig

will keep; let it

may worr

-starved go to sc

ink of spar

the train! "Come

s n't a sec

s on.) "Fsht I ding-do

ow on foot,

h a cheek like a p

ng for you in

our side like a le

your lost brid

n a fit,-hurry q

or's as fas

while you stick

of the dread

the face of the B

of the Sim

the Flat at my d

by the side

a lamb by the fri

to my skirt

stale talk withou

r whom nothi

grow loose, and I

of the drea

d quake, and I t

with what v

Old Man of the

ck like the

cold claw upo

hat he 'll ha

NATIO

ATHER

our Fath

in hear

ith o

her foe

ave Peopl

er realm

t her

with lov

her kingd

all hi

m his sh

by land

m and da

ng hi

War's temp

whole Ear

thy

thy nat

s beneath

shalt re

King o

O H. I. H. THE PRINCE NAPOLEON, AT

sunshine a

your hear

banquet's

ts have pou

friend, o

ried chang

r flashing g

u, VIVE L

hosts in t

ame color

's faithful

the whit

ation's glit

he morning

, soaring e

then, VIV

trial! who

us friends

ran mingling

our land

wn saw in b

ering arm

's double g

rs? VIVE

heroes!

from Heav

e wounds that

to lead t

ne Captain

y's marbl

shall be a

us! VIVE

s baton from

tout Char

e woman's h

d of La

hour of ol

of Bayard

Marengo's

s! VIVE L

r welcome Gu

s of peac

echo vex

ughter

he land of a

, grace,

s warm in al

her! VIVE

N'S LAMENT FOR

has left us in p

ed sister, so l

own star from our

her brother th

Caroline, ch

et that our heart

oth sprinkled i

of blood with th

too ready to f

is hasty,-she do

hen you uttered so

ill whispered, "F

ied out? Have its

at last which the

teach us the stre

nt children wou

the buzzards are gor

grows black as it

the catamounts tro

ks the pirate, the

strife! When it

ust flow in one

hat rush from the

peace through th

river, lake,

he medal, when G

th sulphur, though

ll brighten, the

Caroline, ch

s with Fate that

ing banner must

of light are the

rash sister! a

e sunshine awa

t aches and your f

athway that le

25,

original pri

as-Sol), sculptured on a free-stone slab supported by five pill

spoilers with his

nsides," of

, above their mo

veral of the verses whic

orner-stone of the add

on, July

m, chaste

y Emerson; die

riend, whom Scien

Jr., M. D.; die

s poem, but somewhat disguised as he recalled them. It is n

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the 1893 thre

TEN

CLASS OF '2

AND

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DINNER, PROPRIETORS

SERVED

NTAIN O

LIKE THE

THE MUSIC OF KELLE

O

THE CLA

1-1

AND

old comrade

n hour from

days when

bright with

days of

re Bill and

ay flaunt a

cockerel's

s brief ap

anter's luc

friend, re

Joe and yo

great world's

u look in pe

O N. an

e letters,

ld fellow! o

Bill? How a

the judge's

your name to

ankind a deat

the dead pas

y call you w

d I are Jo

young folks

d buffers, be

ke fellows i

boys! That's w

ir heads; the

g hearts of

rgets his h

its smiling

spite of tim

d schoolmate

tern eyes tha

ks fondly

scholar, w

ngue of lea

irlwind's

a pinch of

years, and

as Bill and

idol takes

s bruised an

thousands c

seems, thi

once his pul

Joe's "God bl

breathe in ha

t pleased our

et lull of

rn spirits n

ring of the

as Bill and

while our h

name is ha

length our l

at pompous t

hearts that

Joe. Hic j

OF "TWE

8

r dawn is

's tangle

en light

d's ancie

is in

see us d

hine on

CLASS

the day

r screws

and fea

rs round

ood old Pr

ears stand

assed, and

e Boys

are they

ge halls

f standin

ful to b

ick the Se

econd wee

y stray

BOYS

ly set i

Der Freis

non bulle

cing down

rs, look

s! there i

noise of

CLASS O

py years

and sunsh

ng wind a

h it side

hear their

dged, and yo

ell tolls

days

, in peace

a year h

has count

that then

end as w

scattered,

h year se

he boar

e may thro

tains or

hall ever

nce set

d the yea

aming pledg

claim e

roll

r peacef

s with su

ch the wa

come day

the rid

other toil

ine throug

he Boy

om fate h

t a moist

before he

mate, don'

e the pur

tear upon

ine-it i

e BOYS

r still

al star

ng shall

h encirc

w old men

ber 't is

ass with

CLASS

y one is

he leaves

ry still

n ring sh

ightwinds

een and gro

waves on

BOYS

NS AND

8

e are the visi

he dews of

nts that quit w

back entr

e are life's l

he golden d

ulrushes roun

d banks o

Marys, and Ann

nd lovel

olumns of old

d dead by

olts and the ten

s triumph

r friend (-Gr

ferociou

ams of ecsta

young eag

rd-of and end

have fa

e ebbing of Tim

young blos

mooth in his c

last pebb

MPRO

remed

8

ck noon; ere it th

d the table that b

h deeper with sh

he banquet and b

his verse is

its rags the full

comrade is bat

warm soul in the

n epic, or

ll love it beca

st song on the

eir lives the las

sunset that gl

at beams over it

drops, and behol

memory shines

last; they are d

that crushes the l

h my heart and they

th sweet summer

D MAN

8

hour of y

my twentie

augh, a brig

, a gray-b

spoils of w

Learning

e's Wisdom-w

its troph

let my life

od's fount

e giddy, r

all love

angel heard

mly smil

ouch thy si

y wish h

re nothing

hee fond

wift season

he wished

t soul of

hee what

I cannot l

-my-preci

took a s

e in rai

ould be a

a husba

re nothing

he chang

ll their gi

e dissolv

for memory

patern

t bear to l

-my-girl-

angel drop

is will

ould be a

a fathe

ughed,-my l

old with i

dream, when m

the gray-h

BER-F

8

ll be the so

here need

ar that bri

l an hour

it ring a

a mourn

cast, by ye

nts fli

he first un

e hour

grace can m

s as frien

oozes fro

ness from

ought, a ki

guage as

sh by in sou

eir cease

hear, some f

the bur

s fled, the

will soo

fade to mid

r-and F

l that time

ry hope

ttained, the c

that ca

itter, brood

too har

lame love ha

lties of

n younger,

the seas

ot lack a

th is in

y clog life'

s the a

swift through

e's heart

goblet in

old wine

t skin to

e thing, w

r than the d

der than

veal the "wh

tamp

e clustered

r in th

ew, with l

d our pai

hrough the four

il her to

flag, thoug

ying on

on, each wi

pe us al

nd few, the g

r the par

d streamers

e's rain

or sun shal

goes TW

NDIAN

8

, dear boys, 't is

ike this in your

smiles and to h

me oft in the yea

the grayest old

urn brown at the

as dry as the s

ke the goblet I

des of autumn wh

e all garnered and s

is perch, that wa

et sunshine and

young birds of o

till bright and th

sunshine from

hey sung in the gr

rning! how sweet

ve turned, and the

lives may get

s so fair on its

ur goblet and up

st journal, and g

e fellows should

e a 9 and th

hapes that would

d of shadows, ar

around us its pri

the comrades we cl

r future-a sig

member, we hop

base lies that t

in our hearts we c

E R

8

stream of bl

d drink to

shall their

through its c

die, the s

host of boy

s magic po

ath this bloo

e purple gra

he splendor

ng summer's

in the bro

still the ba

ir hoarded s

dancing on

te ankles spla

se waves of

tters pris

ng shapes th

nged visions

e crystal's

rends its fl

a bubble fr

e chambers o

Time and fo

r feature m

are scatter

sea-shells

d with this b

tores each b

sea-shells

ing lips of p

e home of sc

stair and wi

by many a t

nitials o

heir keen vi

f voices kn

laugh, the w

of the sharp

n burning ro

omed joys, u

cherished for

ile, and ca

fills the wo

e enchanted

passions w

drops of

e cup of blo

can boast a

a vintage

t chilled, by

he palest

priceless dr

e bride of

ng wine o

E

8

d fellow got mix

e him out, withou

s cheat and the C

liar! We're tw

're twenty! Who

g jackanapes!-sh

twenty?"-Yes! w

fall thickest there'

I spoke of? Exc

will see not a

garlands for th

hite roses in p

young fellows, you

public) as if

"Doctor," and thi

e fiction,-of cour

e "Speaker,"-the

young one, how a

of Congress," we

d" What's his name?-

the grave ma

had written a

SOCIETY though

right in; a good

pretend, with a

ess a team with

r our manhood in

Justice," but now

ce youngster of

onceal him by n

song for the br

medal, "My coun

laughing?-You th

ugh, too, at the

gh loud as they

hat knows him laug

lways playing with

have asked,-Shal

e youthful, and l

ar companion dro

ur boyhood, its

s winter, the d

done with our l

e care of thy ch

I

8

's the fact,-it '

classmate get

how often I've

raighten my leg

once pleasing, to

s once charming,

e've heard till we

for an hour they'd

iends! Brothers! De

lifetime of so

ch sounds as the

like Plato's,

sweet and what

rm welcome that w

oyhood still brea

ob the answer, "He

our numbers; so

bove, and those

e still mingled

member with tho

life's journey,-ho

humanity's ma

down-hill, throu

-niners! we've s

ves to think, or

it still like the

chills us, shal

ed round in his

OF THE L

8

ARY

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ened voic

droops in c

the wi

her once in

er stars

e reddening o

a Coun

to sigh o'e

of sires

eard the thre

d his use

tar-wreathed

invader

from the ba

d their rag

their angry

he howli

the air wit

ing storm

eech! the tr

t, patie

em if the t

against

years have

th has sle

-fire is sl

our plough

o lose the b

of Nature

e iron thr

e our web

rusting tur

he empti

arms that fl

s from the

till for tho

h forgot

ir slumbering

ful are t

ave mercy

their fre

brothers er

with Nort

ld his mount

er pace

r country, ea

p us al

D

8

at are, and fr

llow wav

form for

ated at

, yet I fe

ur faith

eath itself

of friend

other lips

he veil

ew he lov

me-and

THE GOOD

8

t: through my

s the tem

ale, with ta

oes plun

ere bound?-Th

the lou

ip Union, So

her and

old flag

your fat

of white an

d of sta

loft! its f

d the roar

all fly when

k typhoon

of the stor

hy peri

, there are

e alone

r of the r

ters win

at wreck you

e me naug

art thou f

hast tho

stains from

my heart-b

t more shall

the sac

ad our flag

n path b

ls on; the P

w along

d crooks its

the shor

here! it co

his barr

d free the

the whal

anhattan's

l cruis

feel no p

ts the fal

e light on yo

ot, hav

g cloud in mi

es of D

what this

ntinels

walls that

p embrasu

st claims al

are friend

nts spoil the

is?-For

roar,-how bea

orous wrec

the blaze that

e Hatter

ot so! I s

e shoals

ight that sh

on Star

p flies to m

more gent

breeze wafts

of Beaufo

this the swee

ed and man

palls these o

s of Bea

you not Port

lack war-

he Beaufort

wreaths

ebellion's

his emb

s cursed p

from Sumt

ulaski's

rmless o

feels the fr

kes the

point, she th

the Land

last where

Gibralta

p Union's vo

r safe s

clear with

us welco

rah! it sha

ers on t

land, one he

ion, ev

HIS DAY WHOM

8

u hate us, and f

hain-breaking, thr

ead morning,-your

Freedom brings m

he deaf for the

t noon that the

easons,-'t were w

menace, our we

to fight, we hav

for us, and we

on, though the

head coil round

yt

quarrel," your s

and wages with s

e quarrel! pro

at fight with th

's temple, the No

h weapon and pray

be answered? Y

e lash as their

shaped in the

se millions that

rong arm to the

bread in the swe

ud planter. What

loodhound is bor

shriek of his v

nheard.-Hear the

dst smother mank

ackcloth, the m

to earth as u

fig-tree that sh

tribes in whose

Sin as she tra

e monster that st

ore with thy 'K

Moab must re

ne Israel, fres

Ashtaroth out

ods for the emp

ye serve, O y

ew shrines in the s

children of li

the Earth and th

oose quickly, for

age in the li

in love, ere the

ng flood that shal

W

8

rolling se

fate to th

at leaves the

riendship's

grows the ea

e widens

r treasures

e stars that

how we mis

ng accents s

fill his sh

rolls of pr

lost the si

d through hi

mute, our s

r sunshine

whence the

s manhood bo

hard censors

em captive

s shaped of

e filled with

t chill him,

th all its

rst throbbing

colder tho

leaping g

melt the I

rchance, we c

ur calmness m

sunset's ligh

lt, but har

all, God kn

rule, He s

laughing c

his prophet

se wisdom flo

re sad, our

smiles to br

hy joyous

eakness Hea

even whil

th's breathin

before they

ough grief's

half-repro

not watch a

p faltered, 'T

ur boyish y

well their p

livelier fre

old story n

turn our ac

tretch our e

wintry shr

dreary dri

t thus! He l

, hear him

claims his

face we st

gs clear in a

s mirthful

rother's li

, a classmat

AST C

8

North! will you

r freedom, for

blind in his f

forehead will

eyes the blue li

th cannon-bolts

and follow your

ks the wolf and t

our summons, till

the roofs of the f

e signet is stam

traced on the blo

se herald that pa

ay must be soug

ows white with a

of crimson fo

hand, and the m

treason grows

the battle-cloud,

ght hour when the

ace through our

s of tyranny m

roud parricide dow

e broken, the w

LDEST

8

health of the

f eternity, e

aithful and t

an wean him fr

screeched in t

's blinding and

t the gaseou

friend stood

h a kind of m

nd choked into

the cradle,

hands till we

nd pulp our fr

muscle and

changing, he

get, but he

us to the c

he for the st

st must pa

old dead-head

h us while we

ach of the s

y season, fro

Classmate he m

aves us,-he

re cold and our

d Christmas, and

members both

this fait

present is

, wheresoe

eepsake from

s us! he pa

re gleaming wit

ys begging one

g crowns have n

will tell u

ur labor on e

must journey

brother,-

ong, long year

fellow will

boy aliv

ur goodl

down, but n

ss-Angel wil

in the day-b

record of f

health in

t classmate,

st survivo

s wise and as

'S IN

RHYMED

8

tribes

uails an

nd his gl

hrough the

ven's all-bo

g on Sa

ving pill

the sta

ong in ro

lendor all

ooped in e

doomed S

to God

he loud

wilderne

hore is wo

ion's trum

's in

ichmond's to

ough old

m every

rag of tre

anner flap

rowns S

ANN

8

s harp which you

of a smile or yo

the echoes it

were unbroken, unt

my boyhood, my w

eart only, shall

answer that look

old harper play

air angel that look

ht glory that gle

ss of morning has

old harp that wa

s music,-each

heart-strings, that

l listen and l

d thrills with the

ar brothers! the

uld string and

strung it, who fa

he hymns of the

e visions of be

t fragrance aroun

the phantoms of y

he from roses your

past lends its

ke a bower in the

e thistle may gr

unfolds there i

careless while

cradle that ro

e fingers the woo

ok bare, but they

se moments! the

our year, is the

th sunshine, w

s lost, and it

the many-hued

e living, how n

rce broken, the

e shores where t

nlarge it nor de

born finds his

freeze us, no

Worship, are bo

's homage, their n

not Fame, is the

conqueror crown

hat limps from th

of battle? Too l

anguish, that

sunshine, it cri

doors with the bl

at last, with her

all hearts as we

Union spreads

rds,-We are on

L

8

what we sa

ur charm so

y lightest

heart as frien

e sing or

dearer to

e singer a

well the sil

ate'er your

e to our smil

the myrtle

he marigolds

relong we al

oved of A

st blossom-

threescore's

rothers, me

oyhood's cov

treasured

ennial list

ty wear the

life has brok

eight of '

E Boys!-are

ith joyous l

grasp and chee

unseen, and

uests of ev

no shadow

from the gi

s-we are st

and, one heav

ot when he

ond the nar

ese glowing

ir sleep our l

s in their

morning days

the envious

not grown dim

at loving so

dust where wor

zenith o'e

ove the sext

ond the rea

stoop from sp

e happy ho

omes back in

friendship t

tried in ed

upon its s

s ubique-om

the sky a

ur lives with

footstep

golden stre

years have cl

mortal streng

g bolts of n

evening's i

o late!-no g

its cords in

close enci

nd keeps us

pon the f

stars have a

from the br

page of lif

t one mem

y tablet, Gr

dren. Bo

they loved

E M

E M

8

hat is pleasant!

I carry has ev

he muster-roll-

old comrade who

always, my han

nipple, the h

e tell me; I hee

d bruised, but it

'll bet you! What

the muzzle with

to fire, lest th

that burst on t

remnant of Col

made of forens

fame! what a

s pulled by each

y stars, what a c

rose-leaves and

one verse to go

h sweethearts?" Of c

load! it wall s

our fingers,-fiv

ay sages, for mi

lot like us fel

the staircase the

ssor! Look out

poor Tutor, to s

nty-niners-room

ghts when the t

husetts" the war

d "Stoughton" r

his head out o

called him,-a

ud, but not qui

nhood, suppose

s prime, as we

look through t

old Morse drove t

ales of the long

round with the r

my brother, r

dealings with

as kicking and

up smoking on F

he Tutors, my b

rofessors, reme

d Grecian of

Logic, and He

old fellows" (we c

e found out they we

you tell me?-but

ce too often. I

m thinking. Is t

so clear. It ad

n dreaming. I

'm certain-it i

friend Sales is a

're dead, but I

President?-What

're joking; what

,-Isaac,-all gon

ve left us,-no, n

old Prises,-he ca

s leg, as he grow

s nonsense. Joe,

"Dolly," and f

lse graybeard, I s

ld Hickory!-

e with us (how c

youngsters and s

ur guidance au

took to the

y load was un

t off with a c

ne off, I shall

at ease, for my

utorem cui nomen est "Noyes"; Et floreant, valea

LD CR

8

old cruiser,

she 's cross

sts and sai

ough and as

rbor she br

done for thes

or goes, spla

ls drop, rat

ssel out o

pry as a fi

sails and spu

of the cla

hundred

as fine

ok and prou

long on e

at with win

t the old s

looks down

ame that's

ine!-Diab

Skipper Ki

Flying Dutc

over must

swain that wa

happen you'r

ther have c

dodged by r

lifting one

reeches and s

s it? Who 's

swab, I 'm a

ellow, what k

u jolly old

of vessels a

the salt of t

ew from ma

ng by on a

vessel that

rouder than

zed in an a

ost in the

ags and so

rished and lo

ng ones, you

ur secret,

ship as go

w to keep

ar the youn

Boatswain stra

rew be sure

ne of your

s you, chang

lose and fet

hauled him

flipper and

onged him, sp

orry and mak

nged you, w

ee what 's pl

rld goes har

d to help

ckings have

dge him your

welvemonth,

r ship in

ands and r

a taste of

other through

oser as ag

blow and clou

ur ship till y

E ALUMNI MEE

8

Boatswain of

oys" as they cr

abin sat th

urse with a th

e judges, gra

he priests o

e lord of we

ood fellow in

, from twe

dsires with si

ol-boys all

orges and B

blets the wi

gathered arou

the side of

vered-we al

THE CLA

8

s Power, who

home, the smi

flock thine

peaceful d

t hear us wh

cord of sol

that have m

low of mirt

lessings life

orrowing hour

mourn, for

clasp, the lo

e sunshine

bright moment

t gild our da

ray from ho

e, Father! l

ng circle s

hed its hea

be with us

N-S

8

, it must be,

o mortal

e beggar Wint

's burden

heir of all ou

eth well

urned to shore

t need

od his claim a

res over

find no heaven

its fee

that fill its

all care

t be,-yes, he

that holds

istened in th

my car

ds and stole their

aught ru

le from the s

the locu

-crying child o

om its l

lion of embo

hose shad

ranist tries

e song-bir

choes listen,

no answeri

istened in th

adly tu

re burns low, t

ed our bl

rs and its hal

s stretch

er and fresh-

is not

inger of our

gh with lu

for he bears

sper hi

ods their autum

eir birds

inds unbuild t

with patie

ky is dark, th

him sing

! if words s

ng ear mi

hears the mus

ic waves

eams of fire, a

the dee

pearls no calm

ening on t

nown the passi

rough heart

e a pang his h

is throbb

smile is life a

his pul

re! can say fa

nd must

e, in many a s

y bards h

immemorial

le robes

minstrel loves

may cal

easure of the v

his pul

mnings of the l

I do h

ls her warblers

s-growi

btle draughts fro

heir souls

ow the graciou

delusiv

dgling of her

that witc

overhead the

the thru

uous chirp, an

th-we kno

kness of the

all harp

rly, must I s

hening sh

stars of twilig

ring whisp

fire no evening

s outlast

carols of the

est suns

gs the seed an

s furrow

ves the stalks

ith circl

s careless serva

an the be

resher's floor,

with ocea

umbling rivulet

the sea-

of the green an

t he long

ve its chilling

d the mill

ne its task tha

rets els

n its errand; t

d the fl

f the morning

eate fin

ld or would n

ew choirs

tch the fadi

l my sof

l that listen

m a bri

ummer's noon. Ah

all gath

answered.-Yes! t

red here!

ILING

8

see it. You a

too sad and a l

faint smile, you c

r ribs, and you d

feast of the cl

he stream of our

white breakers o

ood pull in the

a fellow cann

ike this does n'

and plate he m

ss Committee wil

old friend, th

nd recited you v

f the empire of

to the brim and fe

think of,-how

his pocket he wa

s missing, the

s manuscript,

stop writing?"

riefly, "He can

h his foolish old

ll in spite of him

im with patience f

as bright o'er the

too bad-it 's

ripe ear till he'

e beaming-it

ome music yet l

soul is not thi

broken, one frie

he sunshine of

our tender and t

ve on an ice-g

you hear me?-He

of Nature's be

ard of hearing

delight which wou

s prolonged unin

row dull, and the

w a classmate-they

to tell us, "That

in the dark for a

his snuffers i

d fingers will s

or us all in eac

the tallow and

ssini-you 've b

re-endings kee

t 's all over-it c

h and the bang of

e mistaken; there '

re screeching of

ast ending is f

orse when the win

e sung to you

en they called me

ou more rhymes than

till left, like t

be frightened-I

anapests' cla

u say so, reti

I left, on a p

help it-perhap

e poor singer you

ould stand him fi

old times we rem

the music can

e chords that awa

an find echoes o

the minstrel who

gan tune that I

old places and

e light of the

have faded bloo

WEET

.

8

trembles

s in eve

d eyes, in mi

w stands

ce, that che

od's marc

breath of he

y seems

pictured ph

ing heart'

d harp, the

nt unstr

s round us w

d in eve

chimes the

the pas

dream! Our

must hav

friendship'

good ang

smile, the

ter's gay

he children b

that Heav

that reful

s not sun

n saint migh

e of "Bo

hrough the s

's unclou

ecall the

The sky i

mile when th

thers,

f summer w

of wint

not leave u

thy song

he banquet-g

f's untim

wintry win

ng bird h

I not that r

ar celes

ese pallid

this tink

through my

el voice

m asks a s

rs on my

vainly st

dst thysel

. H. S.

8

ed, the throbbing

oiced req

e urn where

of rustling

g hands h

have strown and tend

lled the air with

y blasts

r whom the v

t choirs thei

those cha

den lie, unheard t

all in memor

ning stem

shaft, and

one, the nam

owing hea

and tried, and clo

amps of life g

our su

ng, as alo

saddened g

e we vai

ecedes, the starr

pier to pier

n keel w

we left alo

less, while

stas o

streets and case

circle of our

ring heave

dream that

ing in the

ing as t

o well of friends

t made us hu

s dissol

deem the b

nd gay with

ls have t

ire of song may c

arth may peri

shall fin

here, our s

l throbbing in

let flower

y forms, we count

HAVE

8

h my verses-I t

rst time I have

in rhyme, they we

re so large that t

o tease you with

I did in the bl

him with the Br

least as three

meet judges so

shoes while they'

ong merchants who

o enthrone him th

George-Yes, I thi

ke these I could wi

ee one whom we u

oh, don't I wa

grow young-on m

I detected a ch

he Boys" will re

or two I expec

I've come for,

ear Boys I could

u know, but it's

t I came for; m

BA

8

ose bank we dep

always wants gu

is customers s

minutes and char

rolls round an

before us to pa

arks he has cha

e hands and beg

l lend us, how

tell us, no mo

fourscore, at t

account with a

know,-amid so

n easy and kind

e and will have an

m good-natured e

ets us, as ot

ws me, and I thi

r foreheads a ma

emembers to vi

a classmate (a w

nd ledger laid

us yearly, a g

good health of o

e must own, but

ss gently and

e green leaves tha

the sunshine as

ay ravish the wo

n song, as they fl

others now we r

te cap takes the p

and moaning and

nd moping and s

were thumping like

d steady as meet

ition, loud soun

g blast, but the

are past, but n

have landed far

robs us, we kno

d a charm in his

he remembrance of

and hope, and th

twilight! how c

fall soft in the

he toiler his

s heard with its

he wrinkled old

his bills to th

he moments no

s account with the

LASS

8

ut so it has been, so it is; The purple vintage long is past, with ripened clusters bur

ave wept since last year's snows were flung about; The beacon flame that fired the sky, the modest ra

chiming measure in; Who knows but something still is there a friend may find a pleasure in? For who can tell by what he likes what other people's fancies are? How all men think the

abaster box th

ing

ked so sternly

ovin

y wrought as tho

d daugh

of Judah's li

's wat

t filled the room with fragrance so deliciously, So oft recalled in storied page and su

ll the mighty d

d loud

ashing jewelry t

roude

how Mary loved,

list

inful woman's t

are gli

may shape the song, his heart in tune must sing with it; And so we love the simple lays, and wi

nderer throbs their softening tones are tremulous; The dead seem listening as of old, ere fr

of crippling years the halting feet of rhyme may show, We look and hear with melting hearts, f

cious powers abov

singl

earl of friendshi

mingl

a wreath of flow

nit und

ace, nor chance,

elf shall

AM

8

e vire

cta solvatur f

boyhood's

skies get ch

e sought a pa

opes to fi

e changing w

have it st

p kittens cha

be never sho

Boys" that

ring with n

ged laughter o

with its thu

ouths with l

feet unwrink

s reach tradi

f prehisto

e knew,-but

ht serve for Pl

artyrs, if

of the di

e knew-can t

h morning's blus

e Harrys, Ji

once were wel

hey, we're

e, why then t

eighbor What

-What's the

e George, or

urself-there 's

now-I kne

be your youn

e all our o

ear a warni

e hour tha

Roman's sa

me back! we'v

or your word

your wings i

et the lids

s cup; its

lip has e

friendship's

g, flowing,

orgot his

hour-glass do

imself with

he chalice, n

e rounding

d with its

days with

again in rob

freshness s

birds and blo

e torch of p

here in all

her anchor

and shows th

well as m

stings through

kindling p

curls our f

beauties sm

wn lilies of

hour! we

rhymes, its son

e loving e

hall gild the

eart to eac

nshine's ray

orrow's bli

d, shall help

were, "The B

ree, as two,

to him-ah!

l all the res

tranquil c

health, the ri

give that ea

fourscore ye

T TO S

8

s, to hear the

ghts impressive

too, I rather l

ic of the sleig

ll the deep re

phonies with

too, a song of

n storm-blast

ls the well-wor

player shuffles

ood may do

ing from Carl

ind,-say Watts

h at first they

same, but just

ve or six tim

imes when mel

eches sober d

true, quite ofte

ests perceptibl

st (in proper

ictly moral)

hen these old thr

ep our souls fr

rap from memor

eirloom from a

tear that has

gh that ere its

gh; ah, life i

joyous as a son

bare as funer

s a female

ke you cry I

en smiles I'd li

ugh, as well I

ghter have a sk

ink we may be

edom's banner

ed, because th

ing its own pr

ed as if we

as preachers

ies because

ve; 't is time to

t can make th

assmates, thirt

ough, we've lived

ation gave it

read like that

k the leap the g

years, good frien

ople split on H

, 'See! the cho

ore as stoutly

nife to save th

vivisection o

mass that monu

cried, 'give us, gi

nt!' exclaimed

ebels and the

side, the comb

nced are their

ll a tear-drop

their obsolet

n, the sanguin

oe against Tom,

air its own ac

down or one s

ight raged furio

teger was mad

know what hist

of the above

four; stray fragm

tacles; a deaf

efs; seven pocke

ewith the owners

s; old gloves of

aid,-and sever

harm by some p

with Smith's

claim no very

others chiefl

rings, and othe

recks, capilla

g,-'t was noth

e it bore it l

ue, but rent all t

' torn to shre

well not one w

rgest share of c

t, both sides a

like cars in r

split that baf

ost the lives of

that know the

st as well by

so. Not worse,

ound the Natio

slain, the in

oint they fough

true, as I ha

f mutual ex

d with threats of

rnish food for

ats to help them

ay, worse-as

hat would scare

liveliest mon

re, as I have

our Tildens

ht, then, Libe

ballot-box an

d-red flags, you

s of Paris, fi

tock in Plymouth

akes and migra

AST S

8

irs tell sadly we a

trangely o'er me, who w

ury's sunbeams climb th

s burdened, will he gr

rd's nurslings when they

g are gathered in th

summons when they ra

hioed marshal calls

column as its len

he morrow of the nin

creeping, winding, by t

ich totters at the lo

nt graduate of fours

what name he bore am

ous question; its

sixty classmates of

ut dimly, his face

hat reminds me,-it

y whisper what wrink

that circles our l

ran minstrel, left t

the glories of our

less brother in whos

in silence, like a

ld Emeritus, who

him lecture have hea

preacher, holding fo

colleague whom the youn

d merchant in a squa

a village in a

be a mansion in a

hillside where the

survivor, sitting

oks round him, ranged i

rliners" filled with le

riorum, quas rece

ics, logic, mathe

ed octavo he has m

d professors standing

f shadows which their

out in vision with it

ered arras in the c

's morning when firs

ul moments of our s

ws darkened our

oughly from us that l

ly onwards; the dead

around him-lo, there

before him, some

manhood, some worn

all greet him on cheeks

are folded, the ple

me dreaming; ala

iar faces we ne

footfall I think

t opens I say, "At

unbroken when ang

levelled and all it

of manhood, undaunt

ing snowflakes, who f

phrases their vary

remembers our man

uroral that laugh

m broken on the r

nd sources, a fount

ls scattered of di

t him, mould him in

he only-the one

are darkened and-yet

anks together and

one only, to mourn

their memories to hi

ISHOP AND

RNIZED

8

l much older; I'm a

young folks; I m

e particular in wh

s with culture; that is

n read it like the books that once we had. Are you quite as quick of hearing? Please to

e I need it,-no, I

upon it, 't is as we

ry, I'm lively,-I can

ke walking, just as w

ometimes, but that always was my way. Don't you cry a little easier than some

etimes happens that y

of people,-but my me

y's failing! Why, it's j

grandma! She's been

le trembly? Well, it

as ever with a goo

ke the trouble,-not a

looks shaky when I

tle, walking? It 's a

ound-shouldered, eve

your shoe-strings? Yes

d stories over? I

ireside, with your slippers on your feet? Don't you wear warm fleecy flannels? Don't you

ll it late at nine o'clock and go to bed at ten? How many cronies can you count o

how high is it above the level plain? You 've drained the brimming golden cup that

uty fade till every petal dropped, You've told your thought, you 've done your task, you've t

a tussle, as you

e ready yet,-don't th

s lusty prime when

be if I live to b

ermit me, please, I beg you'll take my arm. I take your arm! Why take your arm

SH

8

gone?" was the

ight ring of it

ften the death-

we ask is, "How

e wine; there were

slipped and had

and sung, how they

of boys from thei

and toasts, there we

sides with their

d lived over the

ept their old na

ed on in their

ke maidens that

the leaf and the

s of Time in his

that gathered whe

silvered, some li

f the laughers

he singers rose r

years; there wer

e still, and they a

s of care, but the

ng loud through t

ved on, and they

that joined in the

song-bird we l

tones like a ser

circle that hol

ved ones that g

e stragglers that

s flung from a w

he twilight for t

between us, and y

ered by those w

nsplanted, its

us still-is it

proudly their

come-they are cro

the Shadows! room

MIN P

MATHEMATICIA

8

he Archit

r planet's

s unknown to

r vision r

earth he wa

ht path ho

m not so w

yes his soul

untrod realm

breathe thi

that cele

es gild our

workroom wh

s implement

subtle, ho

's tangled

h the cloud

planes of

e sovereign skil

care, the M

wandering s

in their c

frozen sphe

r, zoned wit

t rolls in

g round its

ania writes

it on her

not? Ah, w

oul, so bra

heart that

ke silver-b

tireless tho

ea with gol

frame I the st

ch where tho

e spirit nee

tenant of

t home all

God, whose

E TWI

8

yet! The nigh

e out,-full

e is on

f ice and c

lips that w

dren, it is

ul couch

wakeful hea

yet! Come,

your dear

Earth we l

nt stories

hear the c

the burni

e yet! We l

s time has

n years sh

e Arctic pol

Science wai

there are l

ems yet

we ask; and

e falls on

l's king

ughed with ha

s coupled w

sh telegra

would ha

Sheba's cu

see,-and t

hing new

as ladies s

hrilled her thro

as she was

otive's

rushing r

ed out alon

id's lof

moke that b

the eagles

cars that

f leagues

y fiat l

lumbering fir

-it bursts

portrait fr

nd to! the

ld tricks,

g moder

ve spectrosc

se mothers

el and

d tender, ol

e,-you're right,

Judea kn

rize th

of time our e

few brief y

der if t

ages doubt

years wil

all should

o see wh

gs have been

ot like to

n may so

ndreamed of,

that roll

ng beach may

the mist-

to pagan dr

m misery's

ave hope h

Church and P

f Ages vai

ss gone, its

,-in depth

the trodde

ansata we

with fol

a naked, l

Nile rolls

n slopes that

e drifti

nobler Fa

a purer go

ier anth

that our tr

the peris

sown for l

ing years

he present

ur Maker f

ur way

ll dressed in

unshine, flowe

better tha

the gr

yet! The full

year-this e

ship's flam

sweet, the hea

are brown and

joy is le

e say Go

r cheerful e

ng waiting, c

her lap

nature's sw

th all her

ll murmur, e

t! and no

ING-C

8

the fagot

eerful heart

another bl

e black and sn

as logs lend

rom summer d

e from su

e Loving-C

blessed mem

hene'er we m

will hold a

only well

ound and swe

t sound a

o pin upon

s twain I l

and a pink

shall nestle

d breath shal

alth we dri

health

g blossoms s

I see the

bluebirds s

on lusty o

years, yet l

h every spri

with ever

s rusty scy

d grass is

sheltering s

e crazy d

n out? Is l

ly answer N

ravely a

bright tape

of old wit

s own altar

n every c

mute and hea

d love are s

and love

LE OF FR

8

d at her sl

eous robe

golden bel

-hued ge

hrank; its l

t the shi

flowing lo

rous d

still the c

a glitte

te diamon

white col

d set; the s

ened link

in a brace

ond, on

he round of

ng years c

glittering

arkles i

ink, our frie

, break,

zone; the

eless throu

RE OF

8

el of the

and wine

the finger

ed the reb

e would fai

us and

e jocund e

s of love

! I would fa

her fancy

ccents find

famili

but not the

t and twa

m arrows dr

eescore

with his j

in blind

th spectacle

ty, silv

h frosted loc

re thatched

chilling win

and hearths

aintance, Ti

the runn

n thread un

his fro

hours, too sw

this me

miss, from

fast-crumb

to old aff

he narro

ur hearts,-a

s that y

touch awai

s the roc

year they bre

k, but ne

note of hap

-out harp

at trembles,

ory lent

n Fancy clos

n quenched

till echoed f

Anacreon

OLD

SIXTH V

8

of song you

d from fan

e lips forg

ful heart

he wings of

or dallyi

rands of la

their cunn

igh, and lo

c breath

ong vista th

core summ

e years alo

are young

eir way to s

ilent rec

is ours. How

to know

re the note

hey know e

ng month of

s our live

ur year a

its wintr

eet as eve

matures a

whispers w

, my dear o

ROKEN

8

Sarum's tre

at careless

s of her bl

and gray the

n many a b

ke, naked

g flocks went

raves of frie

, Roman, S

desert roam

se mighty b

none that li

buried, sl

listeners, b

ge tongues of

wave they g

, giants, wh

d ask in b

cepts thei

as are you

rpheus wrou

cks their spo

s Titan l

s in our m

h still and s

and treads a

loosening ke

down the cru

nbuilds the q

e wrecks that

ey stoop, they

turf their pri

altar's wre

th morning's

e dead, the

the many sta

had wander

Memory's ou

deepening

friendship's

all our go

l find our

h coward li

t lean, and t

e Druid's

d flame no

chilling dam

nchanging, s

broken ci

remnant, ye

st, loving,

to feed its

NGEL-

8

who leaves his t

ight, he vani

otsteps, but we

broken, massive

are left the

wedges and t

ve the soft-shod

ch open, rifle

ols which Heaven

st has clenched o

gel-thief that

ramping fetter

y for treasure

el of hoarded

are those impl

ck his ruthless

t a casket's h

t, and lo! our

me Open Sesa

cade drops i

to year we cou

less, and large

paid in more tha

wels, but we b

THE

8

over. Whil

in the dar

say a last

e final E

once, a jo

toasts went

laugh, and sh

floors and w

h feeble st

and of fou

he wrecks o

d to find ou

living, t

ies it is o

ong table's

a ghost in

ng form no

lender gro

till remained

presence w

ever loved

hand which k

ffection's cl

ss on the pe

eye, the che

o life a ge

meaning sa

hear, no

ms darkened

wed features

weighs the

shoulders he

hat we, the

g Time so lo

t illusions

lot of age

se of Friend

unfelt a th

st rend its

n years have f

. . .

Boys,"-a li

hear the Pro

cenes and b

let the cu

AUTOCRAT OF THE

7-1

MBERED

p of pearl, whi

unshadow

ous bark t

ummer wind its

nted, where th

l reefs

maids rise to sun t

iving gauze n

s the shi

y chambe

reaming life wa

nant shaped his

ee lies r

g rent, its sunle

ear beheld t

d his lust

s the sp

t year's dwelli

step its shining

p its i

st-found home, and

eavenly message

the wande

her lap,

lips a clear

ton blew from

mine ear

es of thought I hear

e stately mans

wift sea

low-vaul

emple, nobler

heaven with a

at lengt

grown shell by li

AND

e isle, o'er its

ws of foam-c

afar in the d

ng, my eyes

shadow, she sc

in the stroke

sea-gull, she f

ming bright

s thinking of d

that white

cares, if in

who gaze fr

beacon that loom

that is un

he blast, like a

lfs of the

afar to the di

nd its ventu

o gaze while we

in sunshi

ourse, though the

ur broad sai

e rudder that g

we look fr

U

uty!-hast tho

s of mor

those i

s hurrying to th

his mound o

our fie

of youth plunged

ading in these

ers are si

t loved t

lips have often

aven-tuned ear w

thou ye

ued torch, and bid

will flood thy

oul's sac

thy mar

-trees waste thei

nds walled wi

ed in Or

ery palms toss, plum

u shalt feed on

han song

g bulbul'

ulcimer's me

idnight wave it

ed sense m

d-soft, with strai

ecked with jewe

those bowe

the clust

-clinging dul

aydew where the

er's fru

s shorn from Autu

fting on the

d by grass-

high-shoul

ames Life's time-

otted, o'er the

bering whe

grim watched to s

y couch thy v

me dream

that wind

ardinals bloom-

heaven beneath i

tering n

rored blue like go

balms the linde

e the ros

e-eyed Su

ipples round y

oon-wave warm f

the sul

d their palms like

rning lips to

s of wild,

s autumn

ves, youth's passio

ee, we love th

y new-dec

the voice that brea

TING

L. M

t lose him,-though

n leaves with the

at parting, we

of love when the

t rests with the

hat sleeps in his

stands with his s

is toil to the g

et slumber unbo

hall breathe and thei

ry lengthens the

ur sunsets the sta

f death, in the

unt spectres of p

s untold, there a

yet silent to spe

oud story which ti

warm with the fre

s tyrants, and te

black past like Van

. . . .

es by, for the

rairie, o'er mo

t bark, like a se

stole from the r

cup with the su

er's jewels were t

LEARNING,-the wor

oy crown him, God

8

WE AL

s older onc

f locks un

on the you

ake love and

ne had a he

with those "

s came with

s with a s

sister, wif

f women" ea

-boys ever

e grandpapas

this our so

that our liv

ome seaso

ll leave us

groan with a

ailment of

s think the m

is "a pecu

e babes with

ne bitter

ll the world

e wiser th

e sob o'er

s hoverin

pitying drop

for the te

stand with

e beggar fr

approve us

but one tho

s crowd the c

truth's et

s bold with

s dumb to w

questioned

eyond, all

g pile nor c

blot it: G

G HAS

RA

s, lost for

my pane thei

hwesters col

ws in its th

snowdrop's b

gainst the s

s horn of

s dark unf

chaliced cr

rcissus-bla

eaked hyac

blue-flamed

whistling l

winds of g

leaflets lig

g by the t

robed their

wn flower and

he clasping

cloud their

d tulip's fl

in glory f

ithering,-t

forest mona

he violets,

he elm-buds,

blossom, S

roses! Spri

blush with f

e May-dew o

all its blo

urora's f

flood of ligh

changed coro

re gay as b

f many-peta

shell-fish c

barrow where

proud of str

ard from his

e dealer's aw

rope and ta

with careless

lk or slou

. . . .

from the mo

close and ch

long, unti

thee thy we

hispering vo

trill, the

or bird with

d sings, but

spot of liv

ot where leav

lamed, to w

bove, to s

OL

l, of course th

bts. No matte

logue? Let ou

ehand; logos st

harper's prelud

na's courtesy

metre are t

ockings are t

age,"-as Shakespe

rld-was what h

ld's a blunder,

d that Nature

ndling finds i

pentant, melts

he spendthrift's

taken in the

the troubles

act comes right

ouple, old folks

happy at the

g virtue ever

d ruffians alwa

amsel, with a f

hueless as a

nd Heaven!" and d

ze,-beneath the

ide avenging

w! Now, Terraitor

hero flounde

uncle turns u

g scapegrace wi

k, "My boy! MY

friends, the rea

onquers in dis

! While woful

passion in th

cowl, though pru

rtain: Love wil

ion, whom your

masters, when you

f moral of our

ill,-but woma

spirit toils in

stinct threads t

let stretched b

giant with his

ers confess you

rebel,-woman'

master, but

ough you ere you

icture what h

tory, made as

ssor of the he

ous for his a

isoner Justi

ock to test the

-visaged, gaunt,

adsman rose ab

lighted with

armor flashes

blade; he turn

t, still waitin

ot? Perform thy

. (His voice was

truck," the artis

moment, and yo

f-box,-"Now then

ffed, and, with

mbled,-bowled a

steps;-the pris

lchion is a g

in it, oh ho

arts as Rudolp

e, and never dr

-DAY W

lators kee

spense with b

-whortle, ra

ownwards thro

t selleth h

n roof or fl

ashers choo

hath the br

rs tell us a

eaders all

pay for, th

rape and co

take what the

ive what they

fathers ea

fast for cons

at hath a h

his merit

lie for

the iron on

e usual pl

stitched with

well the w

umbrellas

weeds have

of suction

t-bottles

as would ho

shers no l

what they st

rst locomot

the Hoosac T

et Cumming

saints blow

u see that

your asce

M VE

ad led her

ad killed

d flowers, t

ith one

e cunning t

the race

on its wi

of light

leepless li

t least a

lowers would

from eve t

prairie, fie

wy eyes

ill watch from

rn skies a

hour of day

shame so

white as sea-

are alway

patient sta

eir light

smile, the mur

of lyin

shut their s

he vain

twinkling

hey wink

TIME

er of the

el of the jo

the noblest w

af of Ayrshi

by!-Our hear

honest Sax

with him, ti

ong the Eng

we part;-fo

, the flutter

arms that plu

foam, the s

fs waving f

pillar glid

e desert, lo

above and ho

he Western

e spotty glob

speck the Br

freckle,-n

nd all his p

cataract roars

tretched fro

y crack their

blushes a

urns with f

, leaning o

r than the l

is a world

with its dus

n keeps he

seas and skie

h swinging

stout in dea

ed foot to hea

life-blood r

r brothers

g in their f

soil has wa

eroes, mart

e clinging b

fringe to mo

oak with r

handful hold

f white and b

arrowing to

threaded str

other isle,

oad temple wh

eastern gales

e missal i

e lines our Mo

s blazoned

g links of gi

half-turned

tained in cr

speed a par

like to spea

ese feeble a

ight from eyes

ce more,-an

ace the young

sides, we l

soil, our f

AST B

o more, we sti

s dear del

of life to g

boyhood's lin

woman's wi

th Goethe's s

Holy Fath

moothed the

bids us s

heart of s

pon those

well the to

Patriarch's

f Egypt's

at Youth and

iolets fil

er lord's Ol

loving Mem

daughter o

d hair and

t share one

autumnal bl

rown, clingin

d kiss that

eaves, rem

of that bl

e flower of s

y raptured

her eyes of

ith its le

loop of lar

d spirit, hea

to cheer m

n, waited f

uld seek the

e magic bre

s! Ah, rel

u rouge the t

ood's yield

eat Leveller'

rms!-love he

e bud of pa

this my fr

hind me ut

r smile,-but

woman loo

ur foolish h

is walking

TEN

but little

sk; my wan

sh a hut

in brown st

ay call

at hand is

reet that fr

is quite en

es are as g

can subsis

ven for t

ught cold vi

would be v

much for go

ortgage her

k-stock, some

ng railro

k that Fo

re than I s

silly toy

are but e

erhaps, be

near St

ure I shou

r Gubernat

baubles;

such unfruit

zed diamond

so large,

nd a pear

r me;-I la

ld dress in

silks are n

haps I mi

s of true

y crapes of

d skins on s

have the h

folks must st

ait-two,

; I do n

r just a si

s less woul

, I should

Raphaels thr

ch their sty

er, and

,-foreground

painted wit

t few,-some

se, and bou

pon an upp

tle luxu

rocco's g

rich as cou

gems,-such th

s often sho

their powe

sh churls

ivarius,

ums, I would

ful tricks I w

glittering u

rved tables

must be

g pomp its d

one recumb

e let me l

r Midas' go

ore generou

ot miss t

l for the b

astes and m

TIV

POEM, BY MY L

e the solar s

ueseent, pend f

t the Give, an

erring on vent

vive occult t

erb with none

berries from th

flow from lon

no verdurous

uous pool's c

ast repeats

milk-jug with

et me curr to

bid hausts, la

le to some umb

ff,-excede,-

ON'S MAS

DERFUL "ONE

ICAL

of the wonderfu

lt in such a

undred yea

a sudden, it-

what happened

he parson

people out o

er heard of

undred and

cundus was

rone from th

e year when

h open and g

's army was

t a scalp t

e terrible E

n finished the

g of chaises,

s somewhere a

felloe, in s

crossbar, or

thoroughbrace,

where you mu

ow, or withi

he reason, be

eaks down, but d

on swore (as

vum," or an "

d one shay to

y 'n' all the

built that it co

e Deacon, "'t

' place mus' st

t' fix it, u

nly

lace uz strong

inquired of th

ld find the

be split nor b

spokes and fl

ancewood to m

e ash, from the s

ite-wood, that c

iron for thin

s from the "Set

mber,-they cou

e had seen

flew from bet

ds frizzled li

op-iron, bo

, axle, and

finest, bri

bison-skin,

asher, from

pit when th

way he "put

he Deacon, "nao

you, I ra

onder, and

orses, beard

deaconess d

randchildren-w

d the stout ol

on Lisbon-ea

NDRED;-it c

asterpiece str

ndred incre

idge" they ca

ndred and t

usual; mu

forty at

e fifty, and

ovember, '

the parson

oys, get out

e wonderful o

all we v

morn of its h

feeling and l

's nothing that

now, but a tr

oral that ru

re welcome.-No

MBER,-the Ear

s of age in the

flavor of

local, as

t be,-for the

so like in

n't a chance fo

ere just as stro

as just as stro

just as stron

e-tree neither

rossbar as str

and axle an

whole, it is

our it will

at-tailed, e

d the parson.

working his S

fthly, and st

-Moses-was

the horse

meet'n'-house

ver, and th

g decidedly l

n was sitting

ne by the meet'

r of the Ear

think the

up and sta

chaise in a h

been to the m

urse, if you '

to pieces

e, and not

bles do whe

wonderful o

gic. That's

TURELL'

SIDENT'S OL

EMATIC

cting an ol

Is kept in the

ttle the wor

emarkable

n President

boys, perh

e hundred,

gings for r

n bed-clot

mbridge? Ho

Don't say so

ouse with a

l, if you mus

Gambrel?"-

at a horse's

angle abov

ambrel; hence

e that ever

ed and Com

ownish with

pot beneat

nker-worms

st, that so

outh and ea

et slumb

shape of

refoot chi

harbor it

flow of a b

ray old T

rocks abov

ath them, so

tide of bri

waves, three

the spark

bbs to fl

ff from sho

reight of

ace for boy

ep your g

rolled as

ss fingering

lassic beac

ed pebbles of b

neither he

about an o

no doubt, of

ford he use

of the Mat

s wife a ch

air with sea

d and broad

oddest of h

ver with kno

wide, and dee

worthies o

Sewall a cau

ather to si

ll bequeath

student,-SM

he terms, as

aide Chaire to

graduate, t

Youth in ye S

"-(naming a

hom ye Chair

oldest Se

er,"-(thus ru

lesse then he

is Debte for

red it to one

money,-five s

vered it u

s plain, not f

over the ch

crowns of s

eyed it

ayment, of co

up the cha

, as you s

sed the ch

e bargain no

assed to a s

nd likewise c

conveyed it

ne crown, to

wo crowns to

g honest, (as

OTTER, who to

OBINSON; f

rimus dem

sum kept ga

e battle of B

money becam

t count it, bu

HARDS,-the bo

0? I've look

riennial,-nam

Richards, was

ounds, but w

k, was the s

rtain,-but s

the wars w

d altered the

m-chair wa

ith such a mo

quite too

ums to get ri

s fingers hol

the will in bl

h for a chi

be done no m

was a kind of

eason but m

sort, to cle

d GOVERNOR

ame with his L

d truckmen, al

ittered and

whinnied and

s whistled betw

bee bass-drums

e with al

ident met him

hefted" the cr

ill, and the P

hefted the cr

r p'int. And

he terms you

itions I BRE

entioned what

inute and then

prayed. Then

nor rose and

onditions?" We

ll you, and th

, on Commen

ly take the p

he President

Governor si

rises; both

speech in a f

whereof, as

I keep this o

his Excel

to say that

. next is ca

' other, which

officers r

to say that

parchments ab

witnesses th

e lawyers h

r is safe for

, Gentlemen!

lleges whil

lly and thi

e colleges,

this, and c

may starve whil

was pitcher that

ays a flaw in a

A SOCIAL

ERATIONS BY A T

esh bumper, for

wood) still reddens o

ces (decoction) still

crystal the rubies (

ers (half-ripened apple

l

h (taste) of the fragr

e

(rank poisons) lie hid

idens who laughed throug

g long

we 've some of it here! (strychnine and whiskey, and ratsbane and beer!) In cellar, in pantry, in attic, i

PROFESSOR AT TH

8-1

THE

e cold; her

r pulses c

shut to lif

te vesture,

where the

neath a gr

r tears wit

cross of

that here a

eath the pea

d trees of

heir circling

scorching

e greenness fr

r dead leaves

ir boughs the

heir leaves t

ing in the

and the che

at she will

morning choi

from the br

instrel-voi

beneath th

her with its

g round thei

lengthening

mourners, c

sliding thro

for her an

rootlets o

he prison wh

e buried du

d blossoms t

oul that war

rn of kind

What maide

this: A t

to blossom

d where the

OF

e, that stoo

pang, our b

ast each ear

pain while T

the weary

rown each li

shun, no da

ll whispering,

g pleasure t

faith is cha

wind, the qu

tell us, Th

fling our b

vine, for

suffer wh

dying, Th

N-DA

l being! t

lames from

soul of e

loving hea

life, thy q

r path the

hope, thy so

ong watches

is thy smil

e is thy gr

arch thy m

e clouds of

l life, be

truth, whose

ever-blaz

lustre o

y truth to

hearts that b

hy living

ght, one he

OOKED

t is! the

he old remem

truck our scho

d path acr

road by scho

shadow, no

from the s

t the farm-

compass tra

t bends to l

wayward cu

kept the do

rch, with woo

millstone a

rood might s

hild could s

ross the pa

runk is o'e

winds, we k

s if for tr

me lover t

knees and l

often ru

s sweep or

hance, with

nholy banqu

ur devious s

cross the t

t thus,-no e

trace a fau

steps are h

swerving w

love, we dr

let us trus

he wanderings

n see our F

, HE

the soul of her

ister's spirit

the leaves that

no mother t

ed upon a sis

ght thoughts that

arned the myst

ys that soothe a

eart voice, that

t, suffered. Lo,

leeting day-drea

that die with s

e, yet lived in

lad, a queen of

tongues with ange

seemed, a twofol

ashing falcon

less dove that d

things: Why her

rturing gifts, and

rit fallen, its

rs and anguish:

nd Thou by mort

ave me! Shall

d! But nay, it

ted seeds that

that Nature sha

She longed, and k

thing she might

to say her even

ble shapes that

ulders bare and

ovely to her s

e so! Nature w

ely and unsis

rmless gift of p

ned,-This shall

d the shining

nlight of the

ook is full of

les and laughi

ses twined and

crossing of unc

h some maiden's t

ttle book of dr

ris, who shall

ar her open hear

vision-haunted pa

y thee! If the m

she has had her

aves her memory

ON OF

t here; in h

g flock had

shepherd, mi

ws on the w

peedwell's a

ayflower's sa

is feet the P

pake, and th

n, sisters, c

ou hence fr

build by Ha

long the

bear the s

named and sh

he lessons

ld teachers

not unto th

or all the

s eternal w

raight the a

g fountain

flock, for

hough angry

s dike or Ca

h lingering,

f love and p

down the cr

isle of

he frowning t

Holland's"

soon with l

shores of

these!-too w

king behind

re set, the

ho! for wor

re they who

ms of the

us this vi

with the soi

slumbers by

arth the e

s graves our

ur noblest

m, and the wo

by the sto

built by H

land-locked

ONY THE

TEMP

praise should

w cheaply

homage of

f tasks as

smile may

still the con

ite hands to

ned valor clu

eet song of

placid, s

present's p

istils like

words of li

ke drops of

before the

the cities o

g Hate turns

s half-coiled

through their

and left in h

oved by pois

earth, thy

n peace thy

trust, unchil

bitter word

or clamor

forbids the

ss calls t

eware of m

pride that c

sh fingers,

on thy cro

ING OF T

rn parlor of the hou

and the gable looking

he sunset, with the

ade piano I am dre

member the eveni

voices, what a group

x was opened that ha

stic-varnish and its

l grew fretful in th

h his sister, and the

ed for quiet in his

the tumult with the wo

ew that music was a

over Sorrow and see

r harpsichords with t

spinet with its th

ld minstrel, who alw

Clementi," and struck

ldren's voices, and

ip and finger, aros

of a neighbor, cu

a widow,-something

of music such

er's chamber and pee

ilate" in thread

t, lady!" the li

a singing creature cag

t, lady! and let

SUM

these foolis

crush my br

e southern c

fan, and

palm-tree's

m a parchin

is heated;-

y plumes,-the

e roses' fe

half-blow

med lily fr

coiling wa

eet odors

me up my I

some book n

efore my s

t not,-this

res stretche

at flutters

s seething b

are thy lov

child one h

e hour to

scarf of l

ned by a s

voice shall bl

n dreams, my

r music d

S

O-CHEMICA

ne cable were sent by an electrical expert, a m

sor Bl

FES

vincial! speak

De Sauty extan

nerges, son of

talk wit

Sauty ambula

e mortals, dorm

ll, hearing, food

mes dail

such a being, O

us,-ancient wor

d about the wolf

s and

woman, this a

roduct of gal

bred in Crosse's

hou Cyan

E-N

askest, jackknife

g mortal, pork-a

tling, wheel thine

hear them

alvanic tingled t

focus of the

red a white-fa

imself "

possum held in

nt organ whence t

stranger held t

in the

ngthened, bloomed the

r victual, yet g

o time, in shar

l right!

ation passed the u

nd hemlocks to the

s filled with lo

right DE

ackened, drooped th

ded, as the stre

hadow, with a

integr

scence glistened

is feet the dust

morning, when th

as no D

cloud of ele

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