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5 Address To Duty.160 Wordsworth.

Stern lawgiver! yet thou dost wear
The Godhead's most benignant grace;
Nor know we anything so Tair
As is the smile upon thy face;
Flowers laugh before thee on their beds,
And Fragrance in thy footing treads;
Thou dcst preserve the stars from wrong;

And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong

6. Death Of The Young And Fair. Anonymous.

She died in beauty, like a rose162 blown from its parent stem;
She died in beauty, like a pearl dropped from some diadem;
She died in beauty, like a lay along a moonlit lake;"
She died in beauty, like the song of birds amid the brake;
She died in beauty, like the snow on flowers dissolved away;
She died in beauty, like a star lost on the brow of day; —
She lives in glory, like Night's gems set round the silver moon;
She lives in glory, like the sun amid the blue of June.

7. Conscientious Discharge Op Duty. Bryant.

Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof,

And blench not at thy chosen lot;
The timid good may stand aloof,

The sage may frown — yet faint thou not,
Nor heeathe shaft too surely cast,

The foul and hissing bolt of scorn;
For with thy side shall dwell, at last,

The victory of endurance born.
Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again:

The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, wrTTTies with pain,

And dies among her worshippers.

8 Hope Amid Gloom. Whitticr.

The night is mother of the day, the winter of the spring,

And ever upon old decay the greenest mosses cling.

Bohind the cloud the starlight lurks, thro' showers the sunbeams fall

For God, who lovet' i all his -worts, has left his hope with all

9. Night. Southey.

How beautiful is night!
A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain
Breaks the serene of heaven;

In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine
Rolla through the dark-blue depths

Beneath her steady ray

The desert-circle spreads
like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.

How beautiful is night!

10. Love Due To The Creator. G. Griffin.

And ask ye why He claims our love?

0 answer, all ye winds of even,
0 answer, all ye lights above,

That watch in yonder darkening heaven;
Thou earth, in vernal radiance gay

As when His angels first arrayed thee,
And thou, O deep-tongued ocean, say

Why man should love the Mind that made thee

There's not a flower that decks the vale,

There's not a beam that lights the mountain,
There's not a shrub that scents the gale,

There's not a wind that stirs the fountain.
There 's not a hue that paints the rose,

There's not a leaf around us lying,
But in its use or beauty shows

True love to us, and love undying!

LXXIX. — ADVANCE.34

1. God bade the Sun with golden step sublime

Advance!

He whispered in the listening ear of Time,

Advance!
He bade the guiding Spirit of the stars,
With lightning speed, m silver-shining cars,
Along the bright floor of his azure hall

Advance!

Sun, Stars, and Time obey the voice, and all
Advance!

2. The river at ita bubbling fountain cries,

Advance!

The clouds proclaim, like heralds, through the skies,

Advance!

Throughout the world, the mighty Master's lawa
Allow not one brief moment's idle pause;

The earth is full of life, the swelling seeds
Advance!

And summer hours, like flowery harnessed steeds,
Advance!

3. To man's most wondrous hand the same voice cried, Advance!

Go, clear the woods, and o'er the bounding tide

Advance!

Go, draw the marble from its secret bed,
And make the cedar bend its giant head;
Let domes and columns through the wandering air
Advance!

The world, 0 man! is thine. But, wouldst thou share,

Advance!

4. Unto the soul of man the same voice spoke,
Advance!

From out the chaos thunder-like it broke,
Advance!

Go, track the comet" in its wheeling race,
And drag the lightning from its hidmg-place;
From out the night of ignorance and tears,
Advance!

For love and hope, borne by the coming years,
^ Advance!

6. All heard, and some obeyed the great command,

Advance!

It passed along from listening land to land,
Advance!

The strong grew stronger, and the weak grew strong,
As passed the war-cry of the world along —
Awake, ye nations, know your powers and rights,
Advance!

Through Hope and Work, to Freedom's new delights

Advance!

6. Knowledge came down, and waved her steady torch,
Advance!

Sages proclaimed, 'neath many a marble porch,
Advance!

As rapid lightning leaps from peak to peak,
The Gaul, the Goth, the R oman, and the Greek,
The painted Briton, caught the winged word,
Advance!

And earth grew young, and carolled as a bird,
Advance!

D T. M'CABTHY. LXXX —INCONVENIENT IGNORANCE.

1. Although desirous of reaching the Lake of ConstanceTM with all possible speed, I was obliged to stop at Vadutz." Since our journey began it had rained in torrents, and now both horse and driver obstinately refused to go a step further; the beast because he sank in the mud up to his knees, and the man because he was wet to the bone. Indeed, it would have been cruel tc have insisted on proceeding. Nothing but motives of philan'thr5py," however, could have induced me to enter the wretched inn whose sign had arrested our equipage.

2. Hardly had I set foot in the narrow entry that led to the kitchen,30 which was, at the same time, the common room for travellers, than I was taken by the throat by a sharp odor of sour-kiout.^ which came as a sort of preanhouncement of mybillof-fare. Now, I can say of sour-krout, as a certain abbe" said of flounders, that if sour-krout and I were left alone on the earth, the world would very soon come to an end.

3. I began, then, to pass in review my whole Teutonic" vocab'ulary, and to apply it to the possibilities of the larder of a village inn. The precaution was not untimely; for hardly was I seated at the table, where a couple of teamsters, the first occupants, were disposed to yield me an end, than a deep plate, full of the abhorred food, was placed before me. Fortunately I had been prepared for this infamous pleasantry, and I put aside the dish, which was smoking like a small Vesuvius, with a nic/it" gut (not good), so heartily enunciated that my hearers must have taken me for a full-blooded Saxon.

4. A German always supposes that he has misunderstood you when you say that you do not like sour-krout; but when it is in his own language that you express your disgust for this national dish, his astonishment — to avail myself of an ex pression in vogue with his countrymen — becomes "mountainous." There succeeded, then, an inti.. -al of silence, of stupefaction, like that which would have followed some abominable bias phemy, and while it lasted the hostess seemed to be laboriously occupied in rallying her disordered ideas.

/ 5. The result of her reflections was a phrase," pronounced in a voice so changed that the words were wholly unintelligible to me, although, from the physiognomy,w I interpreted them to be, "But, sir, if you do not like sour-krout, what do you like?" — " All'is dieses ausgeivmi'men" I replied; which I will remark, for the benefit of those not up with me in philology," means "All, except that." It appeared that disgust had produced upon me the same effect that indignation did upon Ju'venal only instead of inspiring me to versify, it had enabled me to pronounce German; I perceived it in the submissive air with which the hostess took away the unfortunate sour-krout.

6. I remained, then, waiting my second service, amusing myself meanwhile by making pellets out of the bread, or tasting, with many a shrug9 and grimace', a kind of sour wine, which, because it had an abominable flavor of flint, and was contained in a long-necked bottle, was pleasantly called Hock. — " Well ?" said I, looking up. — " Well?" returned the hostess. — " My supper!"— "O, yes!"—And she brought me again the sourkrout!

7. I made up my mind that unless I took summary justice upon it there would be no end to her persecutions. I therefore called a dog,— one of the Saint Bernard' breed, who lay toasting his nose and paws before the fire, and who, on rec'ognizing my good intentions, left the chimney, came to me, and with three jerks of the tongue lapped up the proffered food. "Well done, beast!" said I, when he had finished; and I returned the empty plate to the hostess. — " And you?" she said. —" O ! I will eat something else." — " But I have n't anything else," she replied.

8. "How!" cried I, from the very depths of my empty stomach; "have n't you some eggs ?" — " None." — " Some cutlets ?" —" None." — " Some potatoes ?" — " None." — " Some

-" A luminous idea crossed my mind. I remembered that

I had been advised not to pass through the place without tasting the mushrooms, for which, twenty leagues round, it is celebrated. But when I wished to avail myself of this felicitous recollection, an unforeseen difficulty presented itself in the fact that I could not, for the life of me, recall the German word, the pronunciation of which was essential, unless I would go hungry to bed. I remained, then, with open mouth, pausing at the indefinite pronoun.

9. "Some—some—how do you call it in German? Some—" — "Some?" repeated the hostess, mechanically. — "Eh? yes; some —" — At this moment my eyes fell upon my album.*1 — "Wait," said I, "wait!" I then took my pencil,93 and, on a beautiful white leaf, drew, as carefully as I could, the precious vegetable which formed for the moment the object of my desires. I nattered myself that it approached as near to a resemblance as it is permitted for the work of man to reproduce the work of nature.

10. All this while the hostess followed me with her eyes, displaying an intelligent curiosity that seemed to augur most favorably for my prospects. "Ah ! ja,a ja, ja (yes, yes, yes),"

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