COURAGE. When, but for those, our mighty dead, A deşert bâre-a shipless sea! C II. 114. COURAGE. OURAGE!—Nothing can withstand If the hearts within her be True unto themselves and thec, Oh, no mountain-nymph art thou 1 Ob liv'i on, cessation of remembrance; forgetfulness. 2 Joanna Baillie, à British dramatic poetess, was born in Lanarkshire, Scotland, Oct. 27, 1761, and died at Hampstead, near London, 315 BAILLIE. Feb. 23, 1851. Her complete poetical works, in one large volume, appeared in 1850. 3 Undaunted (un dänt'ed), not discouraged or måstered by fear; fearless brave. 3. Courage-Thêre is none so poor- III. B. W. PROCTER. 115. THE BRAVE AT HOME. HE MAID who binds her warrior's sash, ΤΗ With smile that well her pain dissembles, One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles- As e'er bedewed the field of glōry. 2. The wife who girds her husband's sword, Was poured upon a field of battle! I GIVE MY SOLDIER-BOY A BLADE. 317 3. The mother who conceals her grief, While to her breast her son she presses, To know the pain that weighs upon her, Received on Freedom's field of honor! IV. T. B. READ. 116. I GIVE MY SOLDIER-BOY A BLADE. 1 I GIVE my soldier-boy å blade; In fair Damascus fashioned well: I know not, but I hope to know 2. Cool, cälm, and clear, the lucid 1 flood. I give my soldier-boy a blade. 3. The eye which marked its peerlèss edge, Are gone with all their flaming noise- Lu'cid, shining; bright; clear. 2 William Maginn, a British author, was born in Cork, Nov.11,1794, and died in Walton-on-Thames, near MAGINN.? London, Aug. 21, 1842. His numerous and valuable papers for magazines were generally marked by wit and scholarship. V. 117. CATO'S SPEECH OVER HIS DEAD SON. HANKS to the gods! my boy has done his duty.- Pōrciüs,2 behold thy brother! and remember, 3. Pōrciüs, come hither to me !-Ah! my son, Despairing of success, Let me advise thee to withdraw, betimes, To our paternal seat, the Sabine field, Where the great Censor toiled with his own hands, In humble virtues and a rural life. When vice prevails, and impious men beâr sway, 4. Farewell, my friends! If there be any of you 1 Marcus Porcius Cato, the great grandson of the Censor, was born 95 B. C. From his youth, he was celebrated for his bravery, virtue, and decision of character. After the defeat of the republican party by Cæsar, having provided for the safety of his friends at Utica, he died by his own hand, agèd 49. 2 Marcus Porcius Cato, son of the preceding, was spâred by Cæsar, but finally died, the last of his race, nobly fighting for the liberty of Rome. LIGHT. Know, there are ships prepared by my commånd— That shall convey you to the wished-for port. The conqueror draws near—once more, fârewell! 5. If ê'er we meet hereåfter we shall meet In happier climes, and on å safer shōre, 319 ADDISON.1 SECTION XXXII. I. 118. LIGHT. `HERE are many who will be ready to think that light is TH å věry tame and feeble instrumènt, because it is noiseless. An earthquake, for example, is to them a much more vigorous and effective agency. Hear how it comes thundering through the solid foundations of nature! It rocks a whole continent. The noblest works of man, cities, monuments, and temples, are in a moment leveled to the ground, or swallowed down the opening gulfs of fire. 2. Little do they think that the light of every morning, the soft and silent light, is an agent many times more powerful. But let the light of the morning cease and return no more: let the hour of morning come, and bring with it no dawn; the outcries of å horror-stricken world fill the âir, and make, as it were, the darknèss audible. 3. The beasts go wild and frantic at the loss of the sun. The vegetable growths turn pale and die. A chill creeps on, and 1 Joseph Addison, one of the most distinguished of English authors, was born May 1, 1672, and died June 17, 1719. |