5 ADDRESS TO DUTY.160 Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear Wordsworth. Thou dost 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; 7. CONSCIENTIOUS DISCHARGE OF DUTY. - Bryant. Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof, The timid good may stand aloof, The sage may frown—yet faint thou not, The foul and hissing bolt of scorn; For with thy side shall dwell, at last, Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again : 8 HOPE AMID GLOOM. Whittier. The night is mother of the day, the winter of the spring, Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, thro' showers the sunbeams fall A dewy freshness fills the silent air; In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine The desert-circle spreads Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. 10. LOVE DUE TO THE CREATOR. G. Griffin. And ask ye why He claims our love? That watch in yonder darkening heaven; As when His angels first arrayed thee, 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, But in its use or beauty shows 1. GOD băde the Sun with golden step sublime He whispered in the listening ear of Time, He bade the guiding Spirit of the stars, Advance! Sun, Stars, and Time obey the voice, and all 2. The river at its bubbling fountain cries, Advance! The clouds proclaim, like heralds, through the skies, Throughout the world, the mighty Master's laws The earth is full of life, the swelling seeds And summer hours, like flowery harnessed steeds, 3. To man's most wondrous hand the same voice cried, Go, clear the woods, and o'er the bounding tide Go, draw the marble from its secret bed, The world, O man! is thine. But, wouldst thou share, 4. Unto the soul of man the same voice spoke, Advance! From out the chaos thunder-like it broke, Go, track the comet in its wheeling race, For love and hope, borne by the coming years, Advance! 5. All heard, and some obeyed the great command, Advance! It passed along from listening land to land, The strong grew stronger, and the weak grew strong, Awake, ye nations, know your powers and rights, Advance! Through Hope and Work, to Freedom's new delights 6. Knowledge came down, and waved her steady torch, Sages proclaimed, 'neath many a marble pōrch, As rapid lightning leaps from peak to peak, Advance! And earth grew young, and carolled as a bird, D. F. M'CARTHY. ΕΙ 1. ALTHOUGH desirous of reaching the Lake of Constance 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 bōne. Indeed, it would have been cruel to have insisted on proceeding. Nothing but motives of philanthropy," however, could have induced me to enter the wretched inn whose sign had arrested our equipage. ΕΙ 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-krout which came as a sort of preannouncement of my billof-fare. Now, I can say of sour-krout, as a certain abber 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 vitlage 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 nicht 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 intal of silence, of stupefaction, like that which would have followed some abominable blas phemy, and while it lasted the hostess seemed to be laboriously occupied in rallying her disordered ideas. ΕΙ 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 50 I interpreted them to be, "But, sir, if you do not like sour-krout, what do you like?" ·Alles diesës ausgenom'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 146 66 me the same effect that indignation did upon Ju'vënal; 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 my, self meanwhile by making pellets out of the bread, or tasting, with many a shrug 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. 66 My sup166 O, yes! And she brought me again the sour per! krout! - 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 recognizing 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 haven'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 pro noun. g. some 93 'Some-some-how do you call it in German? Some—” "Some?" repeated the hostess, mechanically. "Eh? yes; At this moment my eyes fell upon my album. "Wait," said I, "wait!" I then took my pencil, 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 flattered 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, ja, ja (yes, yes, yes)," |