LEONARD HEATH. On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billows Like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave. The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle; He heeds not, he hears not, he's free from all pain; He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle; No sound can awake him to glory again!1 The Grave of Bonaparte. Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee, But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee A name which before thee no mortal hath won. Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle, No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain: Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last 1 This song was composed and set to music, about 1842, by Leonard Heath, of Nashua, who died a few years ago. BELA CHAPIN: The Poets of New Hampshire, 1883, p. 760. DINAH M. MULOCK. 1826-. Two hands upon the breast, Two pale feet crossed in rest, The race is won. Now and Afterwards. ALEXANDER SMITH. 1830-1867. Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire. A Life Drama. Sc. L In winter, when the dismal rain Comes down in slanting lines, And Wind, that grand old harper, smote Ibid. A poem round and perfect as a star. Ibid. H. F. CHORLEY. 1831-1872. A song to the oak, the brave old oak, The Brave Old Oak. Then here's to the oak, the brave old oak, 1 Two hands upon the breast, and labour is past.- Russian Proverb. Ibid. ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. 1832-. Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight! Rock me to sleep Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years! Ibid. BISHOP HENRY C. POTTER. 1835-. We have exchanged the Washingtonian dignity for the Jeffersonian simplicity, which was in truth only another name for the Jacksonian vulgarity. Address at the Washington Centennial Service in St. Paul's Chapel, New York, April 30, 1889. If there be no nobility of descent, all the more indispensable is it that there should be nobility of ascent, a character in them that bear rule so fine and high and that as men come within the circle of its influence they involuntarily pay homage to that which is the one pre-eminent distinction, the royalty of virtue. pure Ibid. FRANCIS M. FINCH. Under the sod and the dew, Love and tears for the Blue, The Blue and the Gray 1 This poem first appeared in the "Atlantic Monthly." After an existence of nearly twenty years of almost innocuous desuetude these laws are brought forth. It is a condition which confronts us Message, March 1, 1886. not a theory.1 Annual Message, 1887. I have considered the pension list of the republic a roll of honor. Veto of Dependent Pension Bill, July 5, 1888. Party honesty is party expediency. Interview in New York Commercial Advertiser, Sept. 19, 1889. MISCELLANEOUS. It may well wait a century for a reader, as God has waited six thousand years for an observer. JOHN KEPLER (1571-1630). Martyrs of Science (Brewster). P. 197. Needle in a bottle of hay. FIELD (— -1641): A Woman's a Weathercock. (Reprint, 1612, p. 20.) He is a fool who thinks by force or skill To turn the current of a woman's will. SAMUEL TUKE (—-1673): Adventures of Five Hours. Act v. Sc. 3. Laugh and be fat. JOHN TAYLOR (1580 ?-1684). Title of a Tract, 1615. Diamond cut diamond. JOHN FORD (1586-1639): The Lover's Melancholy. Act i. Sc. 1. A liberty to that only which is good, just, and honest. JOHN WINTHROP (1588-1649): Life and Letters. Vol. ii. p. 341. I preached as never sure to preach again, RICHARD BAXTER (1615-1691): Love breathing Thanks and Praise. Though this may be play to you, "Tis death to us. ROGER L'ESTRANGE (1616-1704): Fables from Several Authors And there's a lust in man no charm can tame STEPHEN HARVEY (circa 1627): Juvenal, Satire iz May I govern my passion with absolute sway, |