statesmen of England were ignobly forced from power, with the loss of public confidence, and they sunk into retirement with the maledictions of the people resting upon their names. America applauds the deeds and cherishes the fame of her leaders in that contest, England strives to forget the deeds of her leaders, and neglects their fame. While America, to-day, utters the names of Washington and Franklin, Adams and Jefferson, Otis and Henry, Quincy, Jay, Warren, Sherman, Hancock, Samuel Adams, and their illustrious associates, with affectionate regard and profound reverence, England, if she recalls at all the dimmed names of North, Grenville, Grafton, Dartmouth, Sandwich, Wedderburn, and their haughty compeers, she reproaches their memories with the folly and madness which lost America to the British Empire. America remembers and hallows even the battlefields of defeat, for the blood of her sons, who fell on those lost fields, was shed for freedom and independence; England strives not to remember even her battle-fields of victory, for they were won in support of a lost cause, and brought neither power nor glory. THE TIMES.-By G. W. Lyon. O Liberty through ages past, What struggles thou hast won and lost, Along thy course from Orient, The solar orb thy guide of fire, What mountains scaled and oceans rent To reach this land of thy desire, This farthest clime Hesperian, Where all thy wanderings are done! From Tyranny's usurping sway, Thy feet unsandalled touched this strand, Columbia's wild untrodden way Inclosed with seas sublime and grand, And thus from out this wilderness, By wisdom wrought, a dwelling new With starry ensign at its height, And shining symbols hung around, While despotism feared profound; THE TIMES. And murmurs swelled to clamors loud About the thrones of monarchs pale, "Reform!" the cry, unwilling bowed Their haughty heads to fate's assail, And granted much, demands increased, By yielding more their reign had ceased. And refluent, resistless rolled A tide of indignation just, And wrath, o'er kingdoms, empires old, Their crowns and sceptres changed for right. Thy mission such, O Liberty! For which was reared thy temple here, So towering with prosperity; But what are these that strange appear Like shadows flitting on its walls, Or serpents hissing round its shrine? What? but corruption in its halls, And traitors masked with full design, Awaiting the assassin's hour To strike the blow for pelf and power! Alas! my country, once so blest, Art thou destined to fall a prey And night close in without a ray United with the eloquence, Though mute, from every hallowed grave, Where patriots in brave defence, Their precious lives so freely gave? Is famed Demosthenes so dead? Sweet Tully's gore so lightly shed? Americans! awake! arise! Such dread impending doom avert; To duty, ere destruction flies And freedom's citadel subvert! Restore the tomb of Washington! Unfurl the flag he gazed upon! To what our charter great requires, Redeem this wide domain ye tread, 'Tis crimson with the blood of sires Who fell, and slumber in its bed! The tumulus on Marathon Less sacred, though with glory won! The Cæsar's martial glitter scorn, The purple robes which enwrapped power, Exchange not modest mantles worn Through Freedom's dark and trying hour. 103 To God, yourselves, and country true, THE LEGEND OF SKADI.-Bayard Taylor. Through the leaves of the Edder there rustles a tale Though bright was the ocean as now, in the day Of gods though her bridegroom was reckoned the third, "O Njord, I am homesick! the gull's tiresome note, "Away to the mountains, my home in the height, "O Skadi, come back to the warm, sunny surf; "Nine sunsets, my Skadi, from sole love of thee, Then down the steep gorges went Skadi and Njord; So hither and thither awhile swayed the pair; No more of the mountains," he shouted, "for me!" "I am nine times too weary of cavern and cliff; "Three days and three nights are too many for me The red climbing sunrise, the rosy-fringed mist, Stealing up from the valley, her clear cheek have kissed; And over the hill-tops the frosty blue sky With the joy of its welcome rekindles her eye. DO YOUR BEST. She tightens her bowstring, she bounds from the rock; But still, as she chases the wolf and the boar, And Njord hears a hill-note born in on the tide, He calls, but she leaves not her rock-ranges free: Of sea-god and hill-maid remains not a sign, Still sound the Norse mountains, the tide in the fiord, DO YOUR BEST.-George Wood, LL.D. 105 The You may resolve to do much with the smiles of Providence ; but remember the call for courage and manly endeavor is the loudest, not in the swelling tide of victory, but when the enemy is rushing upon you like a flood, scattering your forces like chaff before the wind. Do with your might whatsoever your hands find to do, whether it seems small or great. Do something well. Be no counterfeit-no pretender. If you cannot wash in Abana and Pharpar, wash in Jordan. If you cannot do what the world calls great, do a small thing well, and it may prove great. dew-drop falling into the sea may seem lost, but, received into a shell, it may grow into a shell of marvellous beauty. Be a master of your business. Better, far better be a skilful mechanic or an intelligent farmer, than a third-rate lawyer or physician. Remember that the lower story of every trade and profession is full; the upper wants occupants. Quit yourselves like men in the great struggle of life." Whatever may be your calling or profession, be not a Gideonite; be a workman that "needeth not to be ashamed." 66 "See to it that each hour's feelings and thoughts and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such. The mightiest maze of magnificent harmonies that ever a Beethoven gave to the world is but single notes, and all its complicated and interlacing strains are resolvable into individualities. The wide pasture is but separate spears of grass; the sheeted bloom of the prairies but isolated flowers." Do not forget that the greatest heroes, after all, when the fina. record shall be opened, will be found to be often the humble and unhonored of earth; and many of the world's heroes will show only a record of selfishness, sordid ambition, dishonesty, and hollow-heartedness. God's ways are not as our ways, and his thoughts not as our thoughts. He will take into his account the whole life, the inner and the outer, the private and the public, and not simply a few dazzling deeds, which a kind fortune made illustrious. He will regard not so much what you have won for yourselves, as what you have given to others. Strive, then, by self-denial and self-sacrifice in little things, to comprehend in some measure the blessedness of a life like His who' came not to be ministered unto, but to minister." 66 Thus will you secure for the evening of your days serenity and true enjoyment, and when the river shall be passed may it be said of you : : "But round his grave are quietude and beauty; And the sweet heaven above, The fitting emblems of a life of duty THE MEN.-Bishop Doane. The men to make a State must be intelligent men. I do not mean that they must know that two and two make four, or that six per cent. a year is half per cent. a month. I take a wider and a higher range. I limit myself to no mere utilitarian intelligence. This has its place. And this will come almost unsought. The contact of the rough and rugged world will force men to it in self-defence. The lust of worldly gain will drag men to it for self-aggrandizement. But men so made will never make a State. The intelligence which that demands will take a wider and a higher range. Its study will be man. It will make history its cheap experience. It will read hearts. It will know men. It will first know itself. What else can govern men? Who else can know the men to govern men? The right of suffrage is a fearful thing. It calls for wisdom, and discretion, and intelligence of no ordinary standard. It takes in, at every exercise, the interests of all the nation. Its results reach forward through time into eternity. Its discharge must be accounted for among the dread responsibilities of the great day of judgment. Who will go to it blindly? Who will go to it passionately? Who will go to it as a sycophant, a tool, a slave? How many do! These are not the men to make a State. The men to make a State must be honest men. men that would never steal. to cheat in making change. mean men with a single eye. I do not mean I do not mean men that would scorn I mean men with a single face. I I mean men with a single tongue. |