it rises Now since I've succeeded -I pray do not frown To Ticknor's and Longfellow's classical gown, And profess four strange languages, which, luckless elf, I speak like a native (of Cambridge) myself, Let me beg, Mr. President, leave to propose A sentiment treading on nobody's toes, Aud give, in such ale as with pumphandles we brew, Their memory who saved us from all talking Hebrew, A toast that to deluge with water is good, For in Scripture they come in just after the flood: I give you the men but for whom, as I guess, sir, Modern languages ne'er could have had a professor, The builders of Babel, to whose zeal the lungs Of the children of men owe confusion of tongues; And a name all-embracing I couple therewith, Which is that of my founder the late Mr. Smith. A PARABLE. AN ass munched thistles, while a nightingale From the sudden bopeeps of its smiling From passion's fountain flooded all the surprises. vale. Thus spake a dervish: "Friend, the PROPOSED FOR A SOLDIERS' AND SAIL Eternal Judge Dooms not His work, but ours, the crooked mind.” 3. Swiftly the politic goes: is it dark? - he borrows a lantern; Slowly the statesman and sure, guiding his steps by the stars. 4. "Where lies the capital, pilgrim, seat of who governs the Faithful?" "Thither my footsteps are bent: it is where Saadi is lodged." INSCRIPTIONS. FOR A BELL AT CORNELL UNIVERSITY. I CALL as fly the irrevocable hours, Futile as air or strong as fate to make Your lives of sand or granite; awful powers, Even as men choose, they either give or take. ORS' MONUMENT IN BOSTON. To those who died for her on land and sen, That she might have a country great and free, Boston builds this: build ye her monu ment In lives like theirs, at duty's summons spent. A MISCONCEPTION. B, TAUGHT by Pope to do his good by stealth, 'Twixt participle and noun no difference feeling, In office placed to serve the Commonwealth, Does himself all the good he can by stealing. THE BOSS. SKILLED to pull wires, he baffles Nature's hope, Who sure intended him to stretch a rope. WITH A PAIR OF GLOVES LOST IN A WAGER. WE wagered, she for sunshine, I for rain, And I should hint sharp practice if Í dared; For was not she beforehand sure to gain Who made the sunshine we together shared? INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A beggar through the world am I, 4. A camel-driver, angry with his drudge, 498. A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent, About the oak that framed this chair, of old, Alike I hate to be your debtor, 385. 497. "And how could you dream of meeting?" 473. 106. Are we, then, wholly fallen? Can it be, 98. As, flake by flake, the beetling avalanches, 92. B, taught by Pope to do his good by stealth, Beauty on my hearth-stone blazing! 377. Bowing thyself in dust before a Book, 99. Can this be thou who, lean and pale, 87. Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the By way of saving time, 151. Dear Sir, - You wish to know my notions, 195. Ef I a song or two could make, 281. Fair as a summer dream was Margaret, 27. Far up on Katahdin thou towerest, 63. For this true nobleness I seek in vain," 20. From the close-shut windows gleams no spark, Full oft the pathway to her door, 499. Giddings, far rougher names than thine have Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be, 76. Gone, gone from us! and shall we see, 1. He came to Florence long ago, 354. He spoke of Burns: men rude and rough, 44. He who first stretched his nerves of subtile Heaven's cup held down to me I drain, 89. Hers all that Earth could promise or bestow, Hers is a spirit deep, and crystal-clear. 3. I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Had- I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden leap, I call as fly the irrevocable hours, 498. I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away, I christened you in happier days, before, 447. I did not praise thee when the crowd, 101. I don't much s'pose, hows'ever I should plen it, |