still, as if the sight had withered him. She threw her arms about his neck-he heeded not! She called him "Father"-but he answered not! She stood and gazed upon him. Was he wroth? There was no anger in that bloodshot eye. Had sickness seized him? She unclasped his helm, and laid her white hand gently on his brow. The touch aroused him. He raised up his hands, and spoke the name of God in agony! She knew that he was stricken then, and rushed again into his arms, and with a flood of tears she could not stay, she sobbed a prayer that he would tell her of his wretchedness. He told her...and a momentary flush shot o'er her countenance and then, the soul of Jephthah's daughter wakened, and she stood calmly and nobly up, and said, ""Tis well; and I will die.".. And when the sun had set, then she was dead-but not by violence. 19.-AMBITION.-Willis. What is Ambition? 'Tis a glorious cheat! Praise when the ear has grown too dull to hear; He sends us, stripped and naked, to the grave. 20.-THE SEASON'S DIFFERENCE.-Alex. Smith. The lark is singing in the blinding sky; Hedges are white with May. The bridegroom Sea It join'd November's troop, then marching past; 21.-A WINTER NIGHT.-Shelley. How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Seems like a canopy which Love has spread To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills, Robed in a garment of untrodden snow; Yon darksome rocks, whence icicles depend, So stainless, that their white and glittering spires A metaphor of peace ;—all form a scene 22.--FABLE IS LOVE'S WORLD.- Coleridge (from Schiller). Oh, never rudely will I blame this faith in the might of stars and angels! 'Tis not merely the human being's pride that peoples space with life and mystical predominance; since, likewise, for the stricken heart of Love, this visible nature and this common world are all too narrow; yea, a deeper import lurks in the legend told my infant years, than lies upon that truth we live to learn. For fable is Love's world, his home, his birthplace delightedly dwells he 'mong fays and talismans, and spirits; and delightedly believes divinities, being himself divine. The intelligible forms of ancient poets, the fair humanities of old religion, the power, the beauty, and the majesty, that had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanish'd. They live no longer in the faith of reason! But still the heart doth need a language,—still doth the old instinct bring back the old names; and to yon starry world they now are gone, spirits or gods, that used to share this earth with man as with their friend; and, to the lover, yonder they move, from yonder visible sky shoot influence down: and even at this day 'tis Jupiter who brings whate'er is great, and Venus who brings everything that's fair! 23-THANKSGIVING FOR FLOWERS.-Mrs. Hemans. O Father! Lord! the All-beneficent! I bless Thy name, that Thou hast mantled the green earth with flowers, linking our hearts to Nature! By the love of their wild blossoms, our young footsteps first into her deep recesses are beguiled, her minster cells-dark glen and forest bower, where, thrilling with its earliest sense of Thee, amidst the low, religious whisperings, the shivery leaf sounds of the solitude, the spirit wakes to worship, and is made Thy living temple. By the breath of flowers, Thou callest us from city throngs and cares, back to the woods, the birds, S the mountain-streams, that sing of Thee! back to free childhood's heart, fresh with the dews of tenderness! Thou bidd'st the lilies of the field with placid smile reprove man's feverish strivings, and infuse through his worn soul a more unworldly life, with their soft, holy breath. Thou hast not left his purer nature, with its fine desires, uncared-for in this universe of Thine! The glowing rose attests it, the belov'd of poet-hearts; touch'd by their fervent dreams with spiritual light, and made a source of heavenascending thoughts. E'en to faint age Thou lend'st the vernal bliss: the old man's eye falls on the kindling blossoms, and his soul remembers youth and love, and hopefully turns to Thee, who call'st earth's buried germs from dust to splendour;-as the mortal seed, shall, at Thy summons, from the grave spring up to put on glory, to be girt with power, and filled with Immortality. Receive thanks, blessings, love, for these, Thy lavish boons, and, most of all, their heavenward influences, O Thou that gav'st us flowers! 24.-EARTHLY GLORIES EVANESCENT.-Wordsworth. So fails, so languishes, grows dim, and dies, all that this world is proud of. From their spheres the stars of human glory are cast down; perish the roses and the flowers of kings, princes, and emperors; and the crowns and palms of all the mighty, withered and consumed! Nor is power given to lowliest innocence long to protect her own. The man himself departs; and soon is spent the line of those who, in the bodily image-in the mind, in heart or soul, in station or pursuit-did most resemble him. Degrees and ranks, fraternities and orders-heaping high new wealth upon the burthen of the old, and placing trust in privilege confirm'd and re-confirm❜d -are scoff'd at with a smile of greedy foretaste, from the secret stand of Desolation aim'd: to slow decline those yield, and these to sudden overthrow their virtue, service, happiness, and state expire; and Nature's pleasant robe of green-Humanity's appointed shroud-enwraps their monuments and their memory. 25.-DARKNESS.-Byron. I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Rayless, and pathless; and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air: Morn came, and went—and came, and brought no day; And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation: and all hearts Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light! And they did live by watchfires; and the thrones, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed; The brows of men, by the despairing light, Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up And gnashed their teeth, and howled; the wild birds shricked, And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes Of famine fed upon all entrails:-men Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; Even dogs assailed their masters,—all save one, And he was faithful to a corse, and kept |