,,practical ,,recitations ,selections for ,literary ,exercises ,,appropriate ,,for ,,reception-,,days1 ,,holidays1 ,,poets' ,,birthdays1 ,,etc41 ,,including ,,concert ,,and ,,musical ,,recitations1 ,,and ,,dialogues ,,from ,,popular ,,authors1 ,,especially ,,arranged ,,for ,,this ,,work4 ,,by ,,caroline ,b4 ,,lerow1 ,,instructor ,,in ,,elocution1 ,,central ,,school1 ,,brooklyn1 ,,and ,,formerly ,,instructor ,,in ,,vassar ,,and ,,smith ,,colleges4 ,,new ,,york3 ,,clark ,,maynard1 ,,publishers1 #gga ,,broadway ,,and #fg #fi ,,ninth ,,street4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,practical ,,reader4 ,,with ,,exercises ,,in ,,vocal ,,culture4 ,,by ,,caroline ,b4 ,,lerow1 ,instructor in ,elocution1 ,central ,school1 ,brooklyn1 and formerly at ,smith and ,vassar ,colleges4 ,all students are expected to be able to read well ordinary prose and poetry1 and it is for the purpose of helping them to do this1 as well as to help teachers in the teaching of reading1 that this book is prepared4 ,it is thoroughly practical4 ,no unnecessary technical terms are used4 ,the subjects explained and illustrated are those only which1 as the result of many years' experience among teachers as well as pupils1 the compiler has found most necessary4 ,as physical development and correct vocalization must precede all good reading1 the simplest and therefore most essential physical and vocal exercises are given1 with full directions for their use4 ,the selections for reading present nothing of a merely showy style of elocution4 ,they are adapted for the upper classes of ,grammar ,schools1 as well as for ,high and advanced schools4 ,we claim that the ,practical ,reader contains more suitable material for elocutionary work in the school-room1 in more condensed1 analytical1 and available form1 than any other ,reader or ,speaker before the public4 #bbd ,pages1 #afmo1 ,handsome ,cloth ,binding1 ,red ,edges4 ,a ,specimen ,copy for ,examination1 or ,copies for ,introduction1 will be ,delivered at #fj ,cents ,each4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,how ,,to ,,teach ,,reading4 ,,by ,,caroline ,b4 ,,lerow4 ,,table ,,of ,,contents4 ,failure in the ,teaching of ,reading--,teaching by ,imitation--,natural and ,logical ,method--,variety in ,teaching--,physical ,exercise--,value of ,exercise--,directions for ,using ,exercises--,exercises for the ,body--,exercises for the ,chest--,cautions in the ,use of ,physical ,exercises--,breathing--,breathing ,exercises--,cautions in the ,use of ,breathing ,exercises--,whispering--,articulation-- ,vowel ,sounds--,consonant ,sounds--,final ,consonants--,physical ,effort in ,articulation--,impediments of ,speech--,blundering ,articulation--,manner of ,practicing ,exercises in ,articulation--,spelling ,words by ,sounds--,naturalness in ,reading--,place of ,emphasis--,selection of ,words--,teaching without a ,book--,punctuation--,sense ,independent of ,punctuation--,the ,reading of ,poetry--,concert ,reading--,reading and ,singing--,vocal ,accuracy in ,recitations--,breathlessness in ,reading--,timidity in ,reading--,work in ,advanced ,classes--,special ,faults--,extract from 8,reading as a ,fine ,art40 #cb ,pages4 ,price ,postpaid1 #ab ,cents per ,copy4 ,,clark ,,maynard1 ,publishers1 #gga ,,broadway1 ,,new ,,york4 ,copyright1 #ahhf1 by ,,clark ,,maynard4 ,,preface4 ,recitations form one of the most attractive features of school entertainments1 and give a pleasant variety to every-day work2 yet few teachers have the time1 even if they have the ability1 to drill pupils in the long and difficult pieces which form the bulk of the countless ,recitations offered to the public4 ,the selections included in this volume are in harmony with the spirit of class-room work1 which demands brevity1 simplicity1 good sense1 and sound morality4 ,this is the only compilation of the kind in which these matters are considered as of equal importance with elocutionary effect4 ,very few of the pieces are to be found in any other book1 and each one has been practically tested in the school-room4 ,the style of rendering1 wherever specified1 can be changed1 of course1 to suit the taste of the teacher4 ,as it is desirable that the largest possible number of students should share in such exercises1 many short selections1 excellent for practice in correct emphasis and distinct articulation1 are provided for the purpose4 ,the observance of our poets' birthdays is becoming a pleasant and profitable custom in most schools1 and provision has been made for these anniversaries as well as for all other holidays4 ,as it is not possible to make liberal provision for each poet1 it is hoped that the ,alphabets will be suggestive of their best poems1 and the prose extracts concerning the writers will inspire in students a desire to become better acquainted with them and their works4 ,,contents4 ,miscellaneous ,recitations4 ,,title4 ,,author4 ,,page ,a ,bird's ,ministry1 ,margaret ,j4 ,preston1 #dj ,a ,discourse of ,buddha1 ,edwin ,arnold1 #cj ,after ,vacation1 ,the ,kingdom of 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,rexford1 #eg ,the ,landing of the ,pilgrims1 ,felicia ,hemans1 #gh ,the ,light-house1 ,good ,words1 #df ,the ,little ,light1 ,anon41 #ec ,the ,little ,messenger of ,love1 ,harper's ,young ,people1 #fi ,the ,old ,folks in the ,new ,school-house1 ,anon41 #cg ,the ,old ,reading ,class1 ,will ,carleton1 #bb ,the ,old ,stone ,basin1 ,susan ,coolidge1 #fd ,the ,people's ,holidays1 ,marianne ,farningham1 #ab ,the ,silver ,bird's ,nest1 ,anon41 #gc ,the ,storming of ,stony ,point1 ,elaine ,goodale1 #cd ,the ,twenty-first of ,february1 ,wm4 ,cullen ,bryant1 #gh ,the ,value of ,literature1 ,hamilton ,w4 ,mabie1 #fj ,the ,work of a ,sunbeam1 ,nathan ,g4 ,shepherd1 #gb ,true ,heroism1 ,anon41 #fa ,uses of ,adversity1 ,watchman1 #fj 8,what's the ,lesson for ,to-day80 ,anon41 #af ,what of ,that8 ,anon41 #cf ,wind and ,sea1 ,bayard ,taylor1 #ed ,concert ,recitations4 ,cavalry ,song1 ,edmund ,c4 ,stedman1 #ajg ,songs of the ,seasons1 ,meta ,e4 ,b4 ,thorne1 #he ,song of the ,steamer ,engine1 ,c4 ,b4 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,,selections4 ,,after ,,vacation4 ,again they muster from the far-off hillside1 ,from country farm-house and from sea-girt shore2 ,their tramping feet resound along the highways1 ,their gleeful shouts ring on the air once more4 ,a merry band1 so full of youth's elixir1 ,how can their restless spirits e'er essay ,the tasks that wait their patient1 steady labor ,after the long1 bright1 summer holiday8 ,not now1 ,o children1 in the sunny meadows ,ye cull the flowers or by the brooklets stray1 ,but in the fields of knowledge1 thick with blossoms1 ,to gather sweets for a far future day4 ,here1 too1 you roam a land of fairest promise1 ,watered by many a stream of limpid hue1 ,where weary travelers find a sweet refreshment ,and garner richest stores of old and new4 ,we bid thee welcome to the homes that missed thee1 ,to the deserted school-room's open door4 ,the nation's hope is in thee1 keep thy birthright2 ,thine heritage is more than golden store4 ,the ,kingdom of ,home4 ,,the ,,people',s ,,holidays4 ,,marianne ,,farningham4 ,not alone for the rich and great ,are the beautiful works of ,god2 ,the mountain's slopes and the ocean's beach ,by the people's feet are trod1 ,and the poor man's children sing and dance ,on the green flower-covered sod4 ,not alone for the cultured eyes ,do the sweet flowers spring and grow2 ,there is scarcely living a man so poor ,but he may their sweetness know2 ,and out of the town to the fresh fair fields ,the toilers all can go4 ,away from the factory shop and desk1 ,where the diligent work in throngs1 ,they go sometimes to the well-earned rest ,that to faithful zeal belongs2 ,and the shore and the forest welcome them1 ,and the larks pour down their songs4 8,man does not live by bread alone10 ,and well it needs must be ,that we all should look on our ,father's works ,by the river and lake and sea1 ,and spend our souls in adoring praise1 ,for ,he careth for you and me4 ,and well may all with a stronger hand1 ,and a braver1 truer heart1 ,go back to the task that ,god has given1 ,and faithfully do our part2 ,and bear in our souls the peace of the fields1 ,to the counter1 the desk1 and the mart4 ,,home ,,lights4 ,the light of ,june that shines on tremulous leaves ,of softest green1 how fair a thing to see6 ,when shafts of dawn touch birch and maple tree1 ,or sunset's hour a mesh of magic weaves2 ,the diamond light that flashes on the sea ,in ,august noons1--a dazzle of pure rays4 ,with lovely ground of blue1 whereon we gaze ,from cliff or sandy shore in ecstasy2 ,the light that blazes on the mountain way1 ,or1 strained to pallor1 steals to lonely dells2 ,none are forgotten on this autumn day1 ,as with sweet memories the glad heart swells2 ,but as the ,october sun drops down the west1 ,we say with smiling lips1 ,home lights are best4 ,,concerning ,,beginnings ,,and ,,ends4 ,,rev4 ,a4 ,k4 ,h4 ,,boyd4 ,we cannot bear a very long1 uniform look-out4 ,it is an unspeakable blessing that we can stop and start again in everything4 ,the journey that crushes us down when we contemplate it as one long weary thing can be borne when we divide it into stages4 ,and one great lesson of practical wisdom is to train ourselves to mentally divide everything into stages4 ,it would crush down any man's resolution if he saw in one glance the whole enormous bulk of labor which he will get through in a lifetime4 ,and yet you know1 and the little child knows just as well1 that after he has conquered that tremendous alphabet1 he must begin again with something else1 he must mount from his first little book onwards and upwards into the fields of knowledge and learning4 ,let us1 if we are wise men1 hold by the grand principle of step by step4 ,a ,,strange ,,experience4 ,,josephine ,,pollard4 ,they took the little ,london girl from out the city street ,to where the grass was growing green1 the birds were singing sweet2 ,and everything along the road so filled her with surprise1 ,the look of wonder fixed itself within her violet eyes4 ,the breezes ran to welcome her2 they kissed her on each cheek1 ,and tried in every way they could their ecstasy to speak1 ,inviting her to romp with them1 and tumbling up her curls1 ,expecting she would laugh or scold1 like other little girls4 ,but she did not2 no1 she could not2 for this crippled little child ,had lived within a dingy court where sunshine never smiled1 ,and for weary1 weary days and months the little one had lain ,confined within a narrow room1 and on a couch of pain4 ,the out-door world was strange to her--the broad expanse of sky1 ,the soft1 green grass1 the pretty flowers1 the stream that trickled by2 ,but all at once she saw a sight that made her hold her breath1 ,and shake and tremble as if she were frightened near to death4 ,oh1 like some horrid monster of which the child had dreamed1 ,with nodding head and waving arms1 the angry creature seemed2 ,it threatened her1 it mocked at her1 with gestures and grimace ,that made her shrink with terror from its serpent-like embrace4 ,they kissed the trembling little one1 they held her in their arms1 ,and tried in every way they could to quiet her alarms1 ,and said1 8,oh1 what a foolish little goose you are to be ,so nervous and so terrified at nothing but a tree60 ,they made her go up close to it1 and put her arms around ,the trunk and see how firmly it was fastened in the ground2 ,they told her all about the roots that clung down deeper yet1 ,and spoke of other curious things she never would forget4 ,oh1 ,i have heard of many1 very many girls and boys ,who have to do without the sight of pretty books and toys1 ,who have never seen the ocean2 but the saddest thought to me ,is that anywhere there lives a child who never saw a tree4 ,,the ,,daily ,,task4 ,,marianne ,,farningham4 ,the morning light falls gently on the eyes ,and wakes the sleeping men2 ,and bids them rise and haste to meet the day1 ,and find their work again4 ,no one is asked to choose what he will do1 ,or take the task loved best1 ,for ,god allots the places1 and each one ,obeys ,his high behest4 ,one1 loving silence1 passes to the street ,and mingles with the crowd1 ,and finds his daily work awaiting him1 ,where noise is long and loud4 ,and one who hungers for the voice and touch ,of others in the gloom ,is ordered to withdraw from all1 and work ,alone within one room4 ,another1 loving beauty1 air1 and light1 ,passes in sordid ways1 ,and uncongenial sights1 and jarring sounds1 ,the hours of his best days4 ,and yet another who could love all work1 ,and do it thankfully1 ,has naught to do but suffer and be still ,in patience1 perfectly4 ,are1 then1 the workers at their daily tasks ,unhappy and unblest8 ,nay2 ,he who chooses for them gives the wage ,of happiness and rest4 ,the feet pass swiftly to the place of toil1 ,the lips break into song1 ,and ready hands receive the allotted task1 ,nor find the hours too long4 ,because the loyal heart is true to ,god1 ,and the deft hand obeys ,the ,master1 who decides what each shall do1 ,joy fills the working days4 ,and so1 if but the soul be leal1 the task ,itself becomes more dear1 ,and every worker finds that work well done ,is work that brings good cheer4 8,,what',s ,,the ,,lesson ,,for ,,to-,,day80 ,little ,bess1 with laughing eyes1 ,brightly blue as summer skies1 ,came to me one morn in ,may1 ,asking in her eager way1 8,what's the lesson for to-day80 ,and ,i told her1 then and there1 ,what ,i wished her to prepare4 ,but new meaning 7strange to say71 ,in the childish query lay1 8,what's the lesson for to-day80 ,and ,i pondered o'er and o'er ,what ,i scarce had thought before1-- ,as ,i went my wonted way1 ,towards my duty1 sad or gay1 8,what's my lesson for the day80 ,students in the school of life1 ',mid its struggles and its strife1 ,let us ask1 in childlike way1 ,of the ,teacher we obey1 8,what's the lesson for to-day80 ,and the answer ,god will give1 ,he will show us how to live1 ,teach us of ,his perfect way1 ,grant us wisdom that we may ,learn the lesson of the day4 ,,moral ,,courage4 ,,rev4 ,,sydney ,,smith4 ,a great deal of talent is lost in the world for the want of a little courage4 ,the fact is1 that to do anything in this world worth doing1 we must not stand back shivering1 and thinking of the cold and the danger1 but jump in and scramble through as well as we can4 ,it will not do to be perpetually calculating tasks1 and adjusting nice chances2 it did very well before the flood1 where a man could consult his friends upon an intended publication for an hundred and fifty years1 and then live to see its success afterwards3 but at present1 a man waits and doubts and hesitates1 and consults his brother and his uncle and particular friends1 till one fine day he finds that he is sixty years of age2 that he has lost so much time in consulting his first cousin and particular friends1 that he has no more time to follow their advice4 ,,no ,,work ,,the ,,hardest ,,work4 ,,charles ,f4 ,,orne4 ,ho6 ye who at the anvil toil1 ,and strike the sounding blow1 ,where from the burning iron's breast ,the sparks fly to and fro1 ,while answering to the hammer's ring1 ,and fire's intenser glow-- ,oh1 while ye feel 'tis hard to toil ,and sweat the long day through1 ,remember it is harder still ,to have no work to do4 ,ho6 ye who till the stubborn soil1 ,whose hard hands guide the plow2 ,who bend beneath the summer sun ,with burning cheek and brow-- ,ye deem the curse still clings to earth ,from olden time till now2 ,but while ye feel 'tis hard to toil ,and labor all day through1 ,remember it is harder still ,to have no work to do4 ,ho6 ye who plow the sea's blue field1 ,who ride the restless wave2 ,beneath whose gallant vessel's keel ,there lies a yawning grave2 ,around whose bark the wintry winds ,like fiends of fury rave-- ,oh1 while ye feel 'tis hard to toil ,and labor long hours through1 ,remember it is harder still ,to have no work to do4 ,ho6 all who labor1 all who strive1 ,ye wield a mighty power2 ,do with your might1 do with your strength1 ,fill every golden hour2 ,the glorious privilege to do ,is man's most noble dower4 ,oh1 to your birthright and yourselves1 ,to your own souls be true6 ,a weary1 wretched life is theirs ,who have no work to do4 ,,some ,,old ,,school-,,books4 ,i have been back to my home again1 ,to the place where ,i was born2 ,i have heard the wind from the stormy main ,go rustling through the corn2 ,i have seen the purple hills once more2 ,i have stood on the rocky coast ,where the waves storm inland to the shore2 ,but the thing that touched me most ,was a little leather strap that kept ,some school-books1 tattered and torn6 ,i sighed1 ,i smiled1 ,i could have wept ,when ,i came on them one morn2 ,for ,i thought of the merry little lad1 ,in the mornings sweet and cool1 ,if weather was good1 or weather bad1 ,going whistling off to school4 ,my fingers undid the strap again1 ,and ,i thought how my hand had changed1 ,and half in longing1 and half in pain1 ,backward my memory ranged4 ,there was the grammar ,i knew so well1-- ,i didn't remember a rule2 ,and the old blue speller1--,i used to spell ,better than any in school2 ,and the wonderful geography ,i've read on the green hill-side1 ,when ,i've told myself ,i'd surely see ,all lands in the world so wide1 ,from the ,indian homes in the far1 far ,west1 ,to the mystical ,cathay4 ,i have seen them all4 ,but ,home is best ,when the evening shades fall gray4 ,and there was the old arithmetic1 ,all tattered and stained with tears2 ,i and ,jamie and little ,dick ,were together in by-gone years4 ,jamie has gone to the better land2 ,and ,i get now and again1 ,a letter in ,dick's bold1 ready hand1 ,from some great ,western plain4 ,there wasn't a book1 and scarce a page1 ,that hadn't some memory ,of days that seemed like a golden age1 ,of friends ,i shall no more see4 ,and so ,i picked up the books again ,and buckled the strap once more1 ,and brought them over the tossing main2 ,come1 children1 and look them o'er4 ,and there they lie on a little stand ,not far from the ,holy ,book2 ,and his boys and girls with loving care ,o'er grammar and speller look4 ,he said1 8,they speak to me1 children dear1 ,of a past without alloy2 ,and the look of ,books1 in promise clear1 ,of a future full of joy40 ,harper's ,weekly4 ,,their ,,cost4 ,,ellen ,m4 ,h4 ,,gates4 ,how cheap are the things which are bought and sold1 ,the beautiful things which the hands can hold1 ,whatever is purchased with silver and gold4 ,the merchants are calling and filling their rooms ,with jewels and laces and rarest perfumes1 ,and wonderful webs from the ,indian looms4 ,the price of the treasures is small1 as they say2 ,for dollars and cents1 are exchanged every day ,the furs of the ,north-land1 the silks of ,cathay4 ,but1 oh6 the rare things which can never be brought ,from the far-away countries1 but still must be sought ,through working and waiting and anguish of thought6 ,the patience that comes to the heart1 as it tries ,to hear1 through all discord and turbulent cries1 ,the songs of the armies that march to the skies2 ,the courage that fails not1 nor loses its breath ,in stress of the battle1 but smilingly saith1 8,i'll measure my strength with disaster and death20 ,the love that through doubting and pain will increase2 ,the longing and restlessness1 calmed into peace ,that is perfect and satisfied1 never to cease-- ,these1 these are the dear things4 ,no king on his throne ,can buy them away from the poor and unknown ,who make them1 through labor or anguish1 their own4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,true life must be simple in all its elements4--,,horace ,,greeley4 ,,the ,,old ,,reading ,,class4 ,,will ,,carleton4 ,i4 ,i cannot tell you1 ,genevieve1 how oft it comes to me-- ,that rather young old reading class in ,district ,number ,three1 ,that row of elocutionists who stood so straight in line1 ,and charged at standard literature with amiable design4 ,we did not spare the energy in which our words were clad6 ,we gave the meaning of the text by all the light we had2 ,but still ,i fear the ones who wrote the lines we read so free ,would scarce have recognized their work in ,district ,number ,three4 ,,ii4 ,outside1 the snow was smooth and clean--the winter's thick-laid dust2 ,the storm1 it made the windows speak at every sudden gust2 ,bright sleigh-bells threw us pleasant words when travelers would pass2 ,the maple-trees along the road stood shivering in their class2 ,beyond1 the white-browed cottages were nestling cold and dumb1 ,and far away the mighty world seemed beckoning us to come-- ,the wondrous world1 of which we conned what had been and might be1 ,in that old-fashioned reading class of ,district ,number ,three4 ,,iii4 ,we took a hand at ,history--its altars1 spires and flames-- ,and uniformly mispronounced the most important names2 ,we wandered through ,biography1 and gave our fancy play1 ,and with some subjects fell in love--8good only for one day20 ,in ,romance and ,philosophy we settled many a point1 ,and made what poems we assailed to creak at every joint2 ,and many authors that we love1 you with me will agree1 ,were first time introduced to us in ,district ,number ,three4 ,,iv4 ,you recollect ,susannah ,smith1 the teacher's sore distress1 ,who never stopped at any pause--a sort of day express8 ,and timid young ,sylvester ,jones1 of inconsistent sight1 ,who stumbled on the easy words and read the hard ones right8 ,and ,jennie ,green1 whose doleful voice was always clothed in black8 ,and ,samuel ,hicks1 whose tones induced the plastering all to crack8 ,and ,andrew ,tubbs1 whose various mouths were quite a show to see8 ,alas6 we cannot find them now in ,district ,number ,three4 ,v4 ,and ,jasper ,jenckes1 whose tears would flow at each pathetic word 7,he's in the prize-fight business now1 and hits them hard1 ,i've heard72 ,and ,benny ,bayne1 whose every tone he murmured as in fear 7,his tongue is not so timid now3 he is an auctioneer72 ,and ,lanty ,wood1 whose voice was just endeavoring hard to change1 ,and leaped from hoarse to fiercely shrill with most surprising range2 ,also his sister ,mary ,jane1 so full of prudish glee4 ,alas6 they're both in higher schools than ,district ,number ,three4 ,,vi4 ,so back these various voices come1 though long the years have grown1 ,and sound uncommonly distinct through ,memory's telephone2 ,and some are full of melody1 and bring a sense of cheer1 ,and some can smite the rock of time1 and summon forth a tear2 ,but one sweet voice comes back to me1 whenever sad ,i grieve6 ,and sings a song1 and that is yours1 ,o peerless ,genevieve6 ,it brightens up the olden times1 and throws a smile at me-- ,a silver star amid the clouds of ,district ,number ,three4 ,,forward4 ,,susan ,,coolidge4 ,let me stand still upon the height of life2 ,much has been won1 though much there is to win2 ,i am a little weary of the strife4 ,let me stand still awhile1 nor count it sin ,to cool my hot brow1 ease the travel-pain1 ,and then address me to the road again4 ,long was the way1 and steep and hard the climb2 ,sore are my limbs1 and fain ,i am to rest2 ,behind me lie long sandy tracks of time2 ,before me rises the steep mountain crest4 ,let me stand still2 the journey is half done1 ,and when less weary ,i will travel on4 ,there is no standing still6 ,even as ,i pause ,the steep path shifts and ,i slip back apace2 ,movement was safety2 by the journey laws ,no help is given1 no safe abiding-place1 ,no idling in the pathway hard and slow2 ,i must go forward1 or must backward go6 ,i will go up then1 though the limbs may tire1 ,and though the path be doubtful and unseen2 ,better with the last effort to expire ,than lose the toil and struggle that have been1 ,and have the morning strength1 the upward strain1 ,the distance conquered1 in the end made vain4 ,ah1 blessed law6 for rest is tempting sweet1 ,and we would all lie down if so we might2 ,and few would struggle on with bleeding feet2 ,and few would ever gain the higher height ,except for the stern law which bids us know ,we must go forward1 or must backward go4 ,,her ,,angel4 ,,anna ,f4 ,,burnham4 ,margery cowered and crouched in the door of the beautiful porch4 ,there were beautiful people in there1 and they all belonged to the church4 ,but ,margery waited without2 she did not belong anywhere ,except in the dear ,lord's bosom1 who taketh the children there4 ,and through the open doorway came floating a lovely sound2 ,she shut her eyes and imagined how the angels stood around ,with their harps like ,st4 ,cecilia's in the picture on the wall-- ,ah1 ,margery did not doubt that so looked the singers all4 8,suffer the little children60 sang a heavenly voice somewhere1 ,or the soul of a voice that was winging away in the upper air2 8,let the children come to me60 sang the angel in her place1 ,and ,margery1 listening1 stood1 with upturned eyes and face4 8,let them come6 let them come to me60 ,and up the aisle she sped ,with eyes that sought for the ,voice1 to follow where it led4 ,she did not say to herself3 8,i'm coming6 ,wait for me60 ,but it shone in her face1 and it leaped in her eyes1 dear ,margery6 ,up the stair to the singer she ran1 she touched the hem of her dress4 ,but the choir were bending their heads1 the preacher had risen to bless ,the reverent throng1 and alas6 bewildered ,margery1 ,the ,voice has ceased1 and the singers have turned their eyes on thee4 ,they look with surprise at her feet1 and again at her ragged gown1 ,and one by one they pass with a careless smile or a frown2 ,but the sweetest face bent near1 and--8,i came10 said ,margery1 8,for ,i thought 'twas an angel sang1 #8,let the children come to me6'0 ,with a tender sigh the singer took the child upon her knee2 8,i sang the words for the dear ,lord ,christ1 my ,margery1 ,and so1 for the dear ,lord ,christ1 ,i take thee home with me60 --8,it was an angel sang60 sobs little ,margery4 ,,are ,,the ,,heroes ,,dead8 ,,helen ,,lee ,,sargent4 8,we are low1--we are base60 sigh the singers1 8,the heroes have long been dead6 ,the times have fallen1--the state is sick1 ,and the glory of earth has fled6 ,sordid and selfish on every side ,walk the men and the women we know4 ,downward we tend continually1 ,and faster and faster go60 ,shame to ye1 shame to ye1 singers6 ,and have ye never known ,that the soul of man has been ever the same ,since the sun of heaven shone8 ,if ye listen and look for the heroes1 ,ye will find them everywhere2 ,but if ye look for the knaves and scamps-- ,it is true they are not rare4 ,but whenever a ship is lost at sea1 ,or a building burns on land1 ,amid the terror and death and loss ,a hero is found at hand4 ,and if ever a war should come again 7,from it long may we be freed67 ,ye will find the heroes1 as ever before1 ,responding to the need4 ,,failed6 ,a ,,poem ,,of ,,hard ,,times4 ,,phillips ,,thompson4 ,failed6 ,jim ,miserton failed6 ,you don't mean to say it's so8 ,had it from ,smith at the ,bank8 ,well1 he's a man that should know4 ,forty-two cents on the dollar8 ,i cannot believe my ears4 ,there's no such thing as judging a man by the way he appears4 ,yes1 you may well say 8failed20 there's more than the term implies1 ,when all there is of a man in a hopeless ruin lies4 ,to come after twenty years of a stubborn up-hill strife1 ,it isn't a business smash so much as a failure in life4 ,gold was always his god--he'd nothing else in his soul2 ,money1 for money's sake1 was ever his ultimate goal4 ,a 8self-made man0 they styled him1 for low and poor he began2 ,but now his money has vanished1 and what is left of the man8 ,he had no eye for beauty1 for literature no taste2 ,buying pictures or books he counted a shameful waste4 ,nothing he cared for art or the poet's elaborate rhymes2 ,his soul was only attuned to the musical jingle of dimes4 ,selfish1 exacting1 and stern1 a hand he would treat like a slave2 ,long were his hours of toil1 and scanty the pay that he gave2 ,made of cast-iron himself1 his zeal in the struggle for gold ,left him no pity to spare for those of a different mold4 ,never a cent for the poor1 for the naked never a stitch2 ',twas all their fault1 he would say2 they should save like him1 and grow rich4 ,now and then to a church he'd forward a liberal amount1 ,duly set down in his books to the advertising account4 ,so he succeeded1 of course1 and piled his coffers with wealth1 ,missing pleasure and culture1 losing vigor and health2 ,now he's down at the bottom1 exactly where he began2 ,even his gold has vanished1 and what is left of the man8 ,a self-made man1 indeed6 then we owe no honor to such2 ,the genuine self-made man you cannot honor too much2 ,but be sure what you make is a man--with a heart1 and a soul1 and a mind1 ,not merely a pile of dollars1 that goes1 leaving nothing behind4 ,,labor4 ,,rev4 ,,orville ,,dewey4 ,to some field of labor1 mental or manual1 every idler should fasten1 as a chosen and coveted theater of improvement4 ,but so he is not impelled to do1 under the teachings of our imperfect civilization4 ,on the contrary1 he sits down1 folds his hands1 and blesses himself in his idleness4 ,this way of thinking is the heritage of the absurd and unjust feudal system under which serfs labored1 and gentlemen spent their lives in fighting and feasting4 ,it is time that this opprobrium of toil were done away4 ,ashamed to toil1 art thou8 ,ashamed of thy dingy work-shop and dusty labor-field2 of thy hard hand scarred with service more honorable than that of war2 of thy soiled and weather-stained garments1 on which ,mother ,nature has embroidered1 midst sun and rain1 midst fire and steam1 her own heraldic honors8 ,ashamed of these tokens and titles1 and envious of the flaunting robes of imbecile idleness and vanity8 ,it is treason to nature2 it is impiety to ,heaven2 it is breaking ,heaven's great ordinance4 ,,toil1 ,i repeat--toil1 either of the brain1 of the heart1 or of the hand1 is the only true manhood1 the only true nobility4 ,,the ,,holy ,,place4 ,,mary ,,frances ,,butts4 ,the people came to the priest1 8,good father10 said they1 8,we love the holy altar ,where we kneel to pray2 ,we would 'broider a cloth ,of fine silk and wool ,to cover the altar1 ,for our hearts are full40 8,my children10 said the priest1 8,when the heart is full1 ,spend not its treasure ,in fine silk and wool4 ,listen1 my children1 ,do you hear a moan8 ',tis the poor man waiting1 ,sick and alone4 8,his darlings ask in vain ,for a piece of bread2 ,and what thinks the ,lord80 ,the good priest said4 8,the tender-hearted ,christ ,would be very wroth ,should you leave his poor ,for an altar-cloth4 8,he blesses the holy altar ,where we kneel to pray2 ,but in the silence ,i hear him say3 8,seek me1 my children1 ,in works of grace2 ,where you comfort a heart ,is the holy place40 ,a ,,discourse ,,of ,,buddha4 ,,edwin ,,arnold4 ,herewith a broken beam of ,buddha's lore1 ,one raylet of his glorious gift of light1 ,rose-gleam which lingers when the sun is down ,such space that men may find a path thereby4 ,a priest questioned him3 8#8,which is ,life's chief good1 ,master8' ,and he spake3 8#8,shadows are good1 when the high sun is flaming1 ,from whereso'er they fall2 ,some take their rest beneath the holy temple1 ,some by the prison wall4 8#8,the king's gilt palace roof shuts off the sunlight1 ,so doth the dyer's shed6 ,which is the chiefest shade of all the shadows8' #8,they are alike6' one said4 8#8,so is it1' quoth he1 #8with all shows or living2 ,as shadows fall1 they fall6 ,rest under1 if ye must1 but question not ,which is the best of all4 8#8,yet in the forest some trees wave with fragrance ,of fruit and bloom o'erhead2 ,and some are evil1 bearing fruitless branches ,whence poisonous air is spread4 8#8,therefore1 though all be shows1 seek1 if ye must1 ,right shelter from life's heat2 ,lo6 these do well who toil for wife and child ,threading the burning street4 8#8,good is it helping kindred6 good to dwell ,blameless and just to all2 ,good to give alms1 with good-will in the heart1 ,albeit the store be small6 8#8,good to speak sweet and gentle words1 to be ,merciful1 patient1 and mild2 ,to hear the law and keep it1 leading days ,innocent1 undefiled4 8#8,these the chief goods--for evil by its like ,ends not1 nor hate by hate2 ,by love hate ceaseth1 by well-doing ill1 ,by knowledge life's dark state4 8#8,look6 yonder soars an eagle6 mark those wings ,which cleave the blue1 cool skies6 ,what shadow needeth that proud ,lord of ,air ,to shield his fearless eyes8 8#8,rise from this life6 lift upon new-spread pinions ,heart free and great as his6 ,the eagle seeks no shadow1 nor the wise ,greater or lesser bliss6'0 99 99 99 99 99 ,we are unwilling walkers4 ,we are not innocent and simple-hearted enough to enjoy a walk4 ,we have fallen from that state of grace which capacity to enjoy a walk implies4 ,it cannot be said that as a people we are so positively sad or morose as that we are vacant of that sportiveness of animal spirits that characterized our ancestors1 and that springs from full and harmonious life1--a sound heart in accord with a sound body4 ,a man must invest himself near at hand1 and in common things1 and be content with a steady and moderate return1 if he would know the blessedness of a cheerful heart1 and the sweetness of a walk over the round earth4 ,this is a lesson the ,american has yet to learn1--capability of amusement on a low key4--,,john ,,burroughs4 99 99 99 99 99 ,to fill the youthful mind with lofty and noble ideas1 to stock the memory with the richest vocabulary1 and to acquire a wide command of our grand ,english language1 we have nothing better1 except the ,bible1 than the plays of ,shakespeare4 ,extracts from ,shakespeare once thoroughly committed to memory are never forgotten4 ,many of the world's great orators and statesmen were wont to commit and recite passages from ,shakespeare4 ,edmund ,burke made ,shakespeare his daily study1 while ,erskine1 it is said1 could have held conversation on every subject in the phrases of the great dramatist4 ,rufus ,choate was familiar with every line of ,shakespeare4 ,daniel ,webster never tired of repeating passages from the same author4 ,the genial ,dr4 ,holmes tells us that ,wendell ,phillips1 ,motley the historian1 and himself1 when boys1 used to declaim ,antony's oration on holiday afternoons over the prostrate form of some younger playmate4 ,,sparrows4 ,,adeline ,d4 ,t4 ,,whitney4 ,little birds sit on the telegraph wires1 ,and chitter and flitter and fold their wings4 ,maybe they think that for them and their sires ,stretched always on purpose1 those wonderful strings2 ,and perhaps the thought that the world inspires ,did plan for the birds among other things4 ,little birds sit on the slender lines1 ,and the news of the world runs under their feet3 ,how value rises and now declines1 ,how kings with their armies in battle meet2 ,and all the while1 'mid the soundless signs1 ,they chirp their small gossipings1 foolish and sweet4 ,little things light on the lines of our lives-- ,hopes and joys and acts of to-day2 ,and we think that for these the ,lord contrives1 ,nor catch what the hidden lightnings say2 ,yet from end to end his meaning arrives1 ,and his word runs underneath all the way4 ,is life only wires and lightning1 then1 ,apart from that which about it clings8 ,are the thoughts and the works and the prayers of men ,only sparrows that light on ,god's telegraph strings-- ,holding a moment and gone again8 ,nay3 he planned for the birds with the larger things6 99 99 99 99 99 ,but1 above all1 where thou findest ignorance1 stupidity1 brute-mindedness--attack it1 ,i say2 smite it wisely1 unweariedly1 and rest not while thou livest and it lives2 but smite1 smite in the name of ,god6 ,the highest ,god1 as ,i understand it1 does audibly so command thee3 still audibly1 if thou have ears to hear4 ,he1 even ,he1 with his unspoken voice1 is fuller than any ,sinai thunders1 or syllabled speech of whirlwinds2 for the ,,silence of deep eternities1 of worlds beyond the morning stars1 does it not speak to thee8 ,the unborn ages2 the old graves1 with their long moldering dust1 the very tears that wetted it1 now all dry--do not these speak to thee what ear hath not heard8 ,the deep death-kingdoms1 the stars in their never-resting courses1 all space and all time1 proclaim it to thee in continual silent admonition4 ,thou1 too1 if ever man should1 shalt work while it is called to-day2 for the night cometh1 wherein no man can work4--,,thomas ,,carlyle4 ,,the ,,storming ,,of ,,stony ,,point4 7,july #af1 #aggi47 ,,elaine ,,goodale4 ,the wonder of midnight1 now pregnant with wars1 ,skies mellow and fruitful1 all trembling with stars1 ,the ripe1 yellow planet1 poised low in the west1 ,the smooth-flowing river1 with stars on its breast2 ,these murmur of ,wayne1 ,mad ,anthony ,wayne1-- ,he has life-blood to lose1 he has glory to gain6 ,the low-lying marshes1 where1 silent and stern1 ,twelve hundred are creeping through bog-grass and fern1 ,with fireflies for lanterns2 while1 black-throated still1 ,the cannon are cold in the fort on the hill1-- ,these whisper of ,wayne1 ,mad ,anthony ,wayne1 ,every sense up in arms1 every nerve on the strain4 ,the noiseless approach1 and the desperate close2 ,the flash of the steel1 and the blood as it flows2 ,the hero1 once wounded1 who cries1--8,i shall win6 ,let me die in the fort6 ,men1 carry me in60 ,these tell us of ,wayne1 ,mad ,anthony ,wayne1 ,with nerves hard as iron1 despising the pain6 ,the red flag of morning1 displayed in the skies1 ,brings a stern look of joy to the conqueror's eyes1-- ,those eyes that flashed full on his chief 7so they tell71-- 8,what6 storm ,stony ,point8 ,you may bid me storm hell60 ,we'll believe it of ,wayne1 ,mad ,anthony ,wayne1 ,the bravest of foes1 and the peer of his slain6 ,,humility4 ,,ernest ,w4 ,,shurtleff4 ,sweet are the roses in the pasture lane1 ,like flakes of sunset dropped from some rich cloud-- ,oh1 sweet1 indeed1 but not with sweetness vain2 ,nor is the pasture of their presence proud4 ,not for themselves they blossom1 bud and nod-- ,they spring to breathe to man the peace of ,god4 ,i never heard a songster's lay that told ,of aught but simple joy and grateful praise4 ,the oriole1 with throat aflame with gold1 ,dreams not he is a charm to mortal gaze2 ,no bird to laud himself hath ever sung-- ,his song is for the flowers he chirps among4 ,the sun that fills the skies with summer calms1 ,the stars that light unmeasured depths of space ,like distant suns that flash reflected charms1 ,when on the night ,jehovah turns his face-- ,all these in humbleness their glory wear1 ,grateful1 not proud1 because ,heaven made them fair4 ,o vaunting man1 go ponder on these things6 ,think--what is glory in thy ,makers view8 ,who wins the passing praise the cold world sings ,not always earns the praise of ,heaven too4 ,thou mayst through life thy name with gods enroll1 ,yet bear rebuke of angels in thy soul4 ,oh1 to be simple in the lives we lead6 ,to know that what we hold is not our own6 ,the lily is as modest as the weed1 ,the mountain humble as the broken stone4 ,since man is proud1 how wise it is1 how just1 ,that death should come to teach us we are dust6 ,,what ,,of ,,that8 ,tired8 ,well1 what of that8 ,didst fancy life was spent on beds of ease1 ,fluttering the rose-leaves scattered by the breeze8 ,come1 rouse thee6 work while it is called day6 ,coward1 arise6 go forth upon thy way4 ,lonely8 ,and what of that8 ,some must be lonely2 'tis not given to all ,to feel a heart responsive rise and fall1 ,to blend another life into its own2 ,work may be done in loneliness4 ,work on6 ,dark8 ,well1 and what of that8 ,didst fondly dream the sun would never set8 ,dost fear to lose thy way8 ,take courage yet4 ,learn thou to walk by faith1 and not by sight2 ,thy steps will guided be1 and guided right4 ,hard8 ,well1 what of that8 ,didst fancy life one summer holiday1 ,with lessons none to learn1 and naught but play8 ,go1 get thee to thy task6 ,conquer or die6 ,it must be learned2 learn it1 then1 patiently4 99 99 99 99 99 ,knowledge has in our time triumphed1 and is still triumphing1 over prejudice and over bigotry4 ,the civilized and ,christian world is fast learning the great lesson that difference of nation does not imply necessary hostility1 and that all contact need not be war4 ,the whole world is becoming a common field for intellect to act in4 ,energy of mind1 genius1 power1 wheresoever it exists1 may speak out in any tongue1 and the world will hear it4--,,daniel ,,webster4 ,,the ,,old ,,folks ,,in ,,the ,,new ,,school-,,house4 ,things ain't now as they used to be ,a hundred years ago1 ,when schools were kept in private rooms ,above stairs or below2 ,when sturdy boys and rosy girls ,romped through the drifted snow1 ,and spelled their duty and their 8abs10 ,a hundred years ago4 ,those old school-rooms were dark and cold ,when winter's sun ran low2 ,but darker was the master's frown1 ,a hundred years ago2 ,and high hung up the birchen rod1 ,that all the school might see1 ,which taught the boys obedience ,as well as ,rule of ,three4 ,though 'twas but little that they learned1 ,a hundred years ago1 ,yet what they got they ne'er let slip1-- ',twas well whipped in1 you know4 ,but now the times are greatly changed1 ,the rod has had its day1 ,the boys are won by gentle words1 ,and girls by love obey4 ,the school-house now a palace is1 ,and scholars1 kings and queens2 ,they master ,algebra and ,greek ,before they reach their teens4 ,where once was crying1 music sweet ,her soothing influence sheds2 ,ferules are used for beating time1 ,and not for beating heads4 ,yes1 learning was a ragged boy1 ,a hundred years ago2 ,with six weeks schooling in a year1 ,what could the urchin do8 ,but now he is a full-grown man1 ,and boasts attainments rare2 ,he's got his silver slippers on1 ,and running everywhere4 ,,the ,,barbarous ,,chief4 ,,ella ,,wheeler ,,wilcox4 ,there was a kingdom known as the ,mind1 ,a kingdom vast1 as fair1 ,and the brave ,king ,brain had the right to reign ,in royal splendor there4 ,oh6 that was a beautiful1 beautiful land ,which unto this king was given2 ,it was filled with everything good and grand1 ,and it reached from earth to heaven4 ,but a savage monster came one day1 ,from over a distant border2 ,he made war on the king and usurped his sway1 ,and set everything in disorder4 ,he mounted the throne1 which he made his own1 ,and the kingdom was sunk in grief1 ,there was sorrow and shame from the hour he came-- ,ill ,temper1 the barbarous chief4 ,he threw down the castles of ,love and ,peace1 ,he burned up the altars of prayers2 ,he trod down the grain that was sowed by ,brain1 ,and planted thistles and tares4 ,he wasted the storehouse of knowledge1 and drove ,queen ,wisdom away in fright1 ,and a terrible gloom like the cloud of doom ,shadowed that land with night4 ,then1 bent on more havoc1 away he rushed ,to the neighboring kingdom ,heart1 ,and the blossoms of kindness and hope he crushed1 ,and patience was made to depart4 ,and he even went on to the isthmus ,soul1 ,that unites the ,mind with ,god1 ,and its beautiful bowers and fragrant flowers ,with a reckless heel he trod4 ,oh6 to you is given this beautiful land ,where the lordly ,brain has sway-- ,but the border ruffian is near at hand-- ,and be on your guard1 ,i pray4 ,beware of ,ill ,temper1 the barbarous chief1 ,he is cruel as ,vice or ,sin2 ,he will certainly bring your kingdom grief1 ,if once you let him in4 ,,growth4 ,,horace ,,mann4 ,at first the mind cannot project itself outward1 if we may so speak1 even so far as the eye can reach4 ,a child may see with the eye the outlines of a distant mountain long before his mind can1 as it were1 leap over the intervening space4 ,but soon the mind attains a power of flight compared with which the space traveled by the keenest eye1 aided by the best telescope1 is nothing4 ,the eye1 indeed1 can see the remote star1 whose light1 traveling since its creation at the rate of two hundred thousand miles a second1 has but just reached the earth2 but all this is only a hand-breadth compared with the depths in the abysses of space into which the adventurous mind plunges itself4 ,a ,,bird',s ,,ministry4 ,,margaret ,j4 ,,preston4 ,from his home in an eastern bungalow1 ,in sight of the everlasting snow ,of the grand ,himalayas1 row on row1 ,thus wrote my friend3 8,i had traveled far ,from the ,afghan towers of ,candahar1 ,through the sand-white plains of ,sinde-,sagar2 8,and once1 when the daily march was o'er1 ,as tired ,i sat in my tented door1 ,hope failed me1 as never it failed before4 8,in swarming city1 at wayside fane1 ,by the ,indus' bank1 on the scorching plain1 ,i had taught1--and my teaching all seemed vain4 8#8,no glimmer of light ,i sighed appears2 ,the ,moslem's fate and the ,buddhist's fears ,have gloomed their worship this thousand years4 8#8,for ,christ and ,his truth ,i stand alone ,in the midst of millions2 a sand-grain blown ,against yon temple of ancient stone4 8#8,as soon may level it6' ,faith forsook ,my soul1 as ,i turned on the pile to look2 ,then rising1 my saddened way ,i took 8,to its lofty roof1 for the cooler air2 ,i gazed1 and marveled2--how crumbled were ,the walls ,i had deemed so firm and fair6 8,for1 wedged in a rift of the massive stone1 ,most plainly rent by its roots alone1 ,a beautiful peepul-tree had grown2 8,whose gradual stress would still expand ,the crevice1 and topple upon the sand ,the temple1 while o'er its work would stand 8,the tree in its living verdure6--,who ,could compass the thought8--,the bird that flew ,hitherward1 dropping a seed that grew1 8,did more to shiver this ancient wall ,than earthquake1--war1--simoon1--or all ,the centuries1 in their lapse and fall6 8,then ,i knelt by the riven granite there1 ,and my soul shook off its weight of care1 ,as my voice rose clear on the tropic air3 8#8,the living seeds ,i have dropped remain ,in the cleft2 ,lord1 quicken with dew and rain1 ,then temple and mosque shall be rent in twain6'0 ,,extract ,,from ,a ,,letter4 ,,william ,,wirt4 ,i want to tell you a secret4 ,the way to make yourself pleasing to others1 is to show that you care for them4 ,the world is like the miller at ,mansfield1 8who cared for nobody1 no1 not he1 because nobody cared for him40 ,and the whole world will serve you so if you give them the same cause4 ,let every one1 therefore1 see that you do care for them1 by showing them what ,sterne so happily calls 8the small1 sweet courtesies10 in which there is no parade2 whose voice is to still1 to ease2 and which manifest themselves by tender and affectionate looks and little kind acts of attention1 giving others the preference in every little enjoyment at the table1 in the field1 walking1 sitting1 or standing4 ,,the ,,coast-,,guard4 ,,emily ,,huntington ,,miller4 ,do you wonder what ,i am seeing1 ,in the heart of the fire1 aglow ,like cliffs in a golden sunset1 ,with a summer sea below8 ,i see1 away to the eastward1 ,the line of a storm-beat coast1 ,and ,i hear the tread of the hurrying waves ,like the tramp of the maild host4 ,and up and down in the darkness1 ,and over the frozen sand1 ,i hear the men of the coast-guard ,pacing along the strand1 ,beaten by storm and tempest1 ,and drenched by the pelting rain1 ,from the shores of ,carolina ,to the wind-swept bays of ,maine4 ,no matter what storms are raging1 ,no matter how wild the night1 ,the gleam of their swinging lanterns ,shines out with a friendly light4 ,and many a shipwrecked sailor ,thanks ,god1 with his gasping breath1 ,for the sturdy arms of the surfmen ,that drew him away from death4 ,and so1 when the wind is wailing1 ,and the air grows dim with sleet1 ,i think of the fearless watchers ,pacing along their beat4 ,i think of a wreck1 fast breaking ,in the surf of a rocky shore1 ,and the life-boat leaping onward ,to the stroke of the bending oar4 ,i hear the shouts of the sailors1 ,the boom of the frozen sail1 ,and the creak of the icy halyards ,straining against the gale4 8,courage60 the captain trumpets1 8,they are sending help from land60 ,god bless the men of the coast-guard1 ,and hold their lives in ,his hand6 ,a ,,turkish ,,tradition4 ',tis said the ,turk1 when passing down ,an ,eastern street1 ,if any scrap of paper chance ,his eyes to greet1 ,will never look away1 like us1 ,unheedingly1 ,or pass the little fragment thus ,regardless by1 ,but stop to pick it up because1 ,oh1 lovely thought6 ,the name of ,god may thereupon ,perchance be wrought4 ,in every human soul remains1 ,however dim1 ,some image of the ,deity1 ,some trace of ,him4 ,and how can we1 then1 any scorn ,as foul and dark1 ,that bear1 though frail and lowly1 still ,that holy mark8 ,and since ,his impress is upon ,all nature seen1 ,how can we aught disdain as common ,or unclean8 ,interior4 8,,eyes ,,that ,,see ,,not40 ,,ella ,,jewett4 ,they tell us in the land of song1 ,where stately tower and palace rise1 ,though marbles breathe and canvas glows1 ,though tall cathedrals kiss the skies1 ,the peasant1 without thought or care1 ,walks on1 nor heeds the beauty rare4 ,we murmur1 8,oh1 how blind is he6 ,how destitute of mind and heart6 ',twere worth a fortune once to view ,italia's treasured gems of art60 ,behold the landscape at our feet6 ,was ever painting more complete8 ,no need to search for noble souls1 ,boccaccio's tale1 or ,petrarch's song2 ,a hundred heroes in our midst ,have learned to suffer and be strong1-- ,martyrs whose names will ne'er be known1 ,princes without a crown and throne4 ,ah1 blind and dull6 ,let us not chide ,the dwellers in far ,italy1 ,but rather draw the veil aside ,from our own eyes1 that we may see1 ,lo6 all that seemed but commonplace1 ,adorned with beauty and with grace6 ,,lamentation ,,of ,,the ,,lungs4 ,alas6 has winter come again8 ,oh1 how we dread the day6 ,the sufferings we undergo the bravest might dismay4 ,it is not that we fear the cold3 had we a good supply ,of proper nourishment1 the blasts of ,greenland we'd defy2 ,but these poor bodies where we dwell have so impatient grown ,that1 heedless of the common good1 they've learned to slight their own4 ,not thinking that with fuel we our office would perform1 ,and take in oxygen to keep the blood and all the body warm4 ,so down the window-sashes go and up the stoves1 until ,we starving lungs must labor hard our duty to fulfill4 ,perhaps our tabernacle moves to pitch its roving tent ,within some crowded hall or church--no doubt with good intent2 ,but little good the sweetest songs or best of sermons do ,to those who vainly strive to keep awake within their pew4 ,for in that place of peace a deadly conflict we must wage1 ,and friends sit calmly while their lungs in fiercest war engage4 ,we struggle for a little air1 while clamoring for more ,the surging flood each moment rolls like waves upon the shore4 ,clogged by impurities1 in vain to us for help it cries1 ,and then the brain and nerves grow dull1 and dim the drooping eyes4 ,but should a sufferer chance to rise and from the topmost raft ,let in a little air1 forthwith somebody feels a draught4 ,and so we're forced to get along the very best we can2 ,nor do the good that we might do for blundering1 headstrong man4 ,phrenological ,journal4 99 99 99 99 99 ,to read the ,english language well1 to write with dispatch a neat1 legible hand1 and be master of the first rules of arithmetic1 so as to dispose of at once1 with accuracy1 every question of figures which comes up in practice--,i call this a good education4 ,and if you add the ability to write pure grammatical ,english1 ,i regard it as an excellent education4 ,these are the tools4 ,you can do much with them1 but you are helpless without them4 ,they are the foundation2 and unless you begin with these1 all your flashy attainments1 a little geology1 and all other ologies and osophies are ostentatious rubbish4--,,edward ,,everett4 ,,the ,,light-,,house4 ,high o'er the black-backed ,skerries1 and far ,to the westward hills and the eastward sea1 ,i shift my light like a twinkling star1 ,with ever a star's sweet constancy4 ,they wait for me when the night comes down1 ,and the slow sun falls in his death divine1 ,then braving the black night's gathering frown1 ,with ruby and diamond blaze--,i shine6 ,there is war at my feet where the black rocks break1 ,the thunderous snows of the rising sea2 ,there is peace above when the stars are awake1 ,keeping their night-long watch with me4 ,i care not a jot for the roar of the surge1 ,the wrath is the sea's--the victory mine6 ,as over its breadth to the furthest verge1 ,unwavering and untired--,i shine6 ,first on my brow comes the pearly light1 ,dimming my lamp in the new-born day1 ,one long1 last look to left and right1 ,and ,i rest from my toil--for the broad sea-way ,grows bright with the smile and blush of the sky1 ,all incandescent and opaline4 ,i rest--but the loveliest day will die-- ,again in its last wan shadows--,i shine6 ,when the night is black1 and the wind is loud1 ,and danger is hidden1 and peril abroad1 ,the seaman leaps on the swaying shroud2 ,his eye is on me1 and his hope in ,god6 ,alone1 in the darkness1 my blood-red eye ,meets his1 and he hauls his groping line4 8,a point to nor'ard60 ,i hear him cry2 ,he goes with a blessing1 and still--,i shine6 ,while standing alone in the summer sun ,sometimes ,i have visions and dreams of my own1 ,of long-life voyages just begun1 ,and rocks unnoticed1 and shoals unknown2 ,and ,i would that men and women would mark ,the duty done by this lamp of mine2 ,for many a life is lost in the dark1 ,and few on earth are the lights that shine6 ,good ,words4 ,a ,,swedish ,,poem4 ,it matters little where ,i was born1 ,if my parents were rich or poor2 ,whether they shrank at the cold world's scorn1 ,or walked in the pride of wealth secure2 ,but whether ,i live an honest man1 ,and hold my integrity firm in my clutch1 ,i tell you1 my brother1 as plain as ,i am1 ,it matters much6 ,it matters little how long ,i stay ,in a world of sorrow and care2 ,whether in youth ,i'm called away1 ,or live till my bones and pate are bare2 ,but whether ,i do the best ,i can ,to soften the weight of adversity's touch ,on the faded cheek of my fellow-man1 ,it matters much6 ,it matters little where is my grave1 ,on the land or on the sea2 ,by purling brook or 'neath stormy wave1 ,it matters little or naught to me2 ,but whether the angel ,death comes down1 ,and marks my brow with his loving touch ,as one that shall wear the victor's crown1 ,it matters much6 ,,the ,,demon ,,on ,,the ,,roof4 ,,josephine ,,pollard4 ',twas an ancient legend they used to tell ,within the glow of the kitchen hearth1 ,when a sudden silence upon them fell1 ,and quenched the laughter and noisy mirth3 ,that whenever a dwelling was building new1 ,there were demons ready to curse or bless ,the noble structure1 that daily grew ,perfect in shape and comeliness4 ,and when the sound of the tools had ceased1 ,hammer and nails1 and plane and saw1 ,ere yet the dwelling could be released ,from the evil spirits1--there was a law ,no master-mechanic could be found ,able or willing to disobey-- ,that a ladder be left upon the ground ,for their enjoyment1 a night and a day4 ,and when the chimneys begin to roar1 ,and voices harsh as the wintry wind ,howl and mock at the outer door1 ,the ancient legend is brought to mind1 ,and we think1 perhaps1 that a careless loon1 ,not fearing the master's stern reproof1 ,has taken the ladder away too soon ,and left a demon upon the roof4 ,and in every dwelling where joy comes not1 ,and the buds of promise forget to bloom1 ,be it a palace or be it a cot1 ,amply splendid or scant of room1 ,we may be sure that a demon elf1 ,fiendishly cruel and full of spite1 ,is sitting and grinning away to himself ,up on the ridge-pole1 out of sight4 ,but let it ever be borne in mind ,by those who often this legend quote1 ,that with every evil some good we find1 ,for every ill there's an antidote4 ,and if we use but the magic spell1 ,and hearts draw near that were kept aloof1 ,good angels then in our homes will dwell1 ,despite the demon upon the roof4 ,,only ,a ,,little4 ,,dora ,,goodale4 ,a bird has little--only a feather ,plucked1 it may be1 from a tender breast1 ,only a thread to bind together ,the delicate fabric of his nest2 ,yet he sings1 8,the wide1 free air is mine1 ,the dews of earth1 the clouds of heaven60 ,he sits and swings with the swinging vine1 ,and all he looks on to him is given4 ,a child has little--only a blossom ,caught at random from fields of bloom4 ,only the love in a tender bosom1 ,freed from the shadow of care and gloom2 ,yet he laughs all day from the deeps of lightness1 ,and feels his joy in the joy of heaven1 ,he loses himself in a world of brightness1 ,and all he asks for to him is given4 ,a man has little--only a longing ,higher than labors of sword or pen1 ,only a vision whose lights are thronging ,over the tumult and toil of men4 ,yet wealth is his from the wealth of being1 ,his are the glories of ,earth and ,heaven1 ,he feels a beauty too deep for seeing1 ,and all he dreams of to him is given4 ,,my ,,portion4 ,,carlotta ,,perry4 ,very little good have ,i1 ,wealth and station have passed me by2 ,but something sweet in my life ,i hold ,that ,i would not exchange for place or gold4 ,beneath my feet the green earth lies1 ,above my head are the tender skies2 ,i look between two heavens2 my eyes ,look out to where1 serene and sweet1 ,at the worlds fair rim the two heavens meet4 ,i hear the whispering of the breeze1 ,the sweet1 small tumults amid the trees2 ,and many a message comes to me ,on the wing of bird1 in the hum of bee1 ,from the mountain peak and the surging sea4 ,e'en the silence speaks a voice so clear1 ,i lean my very heart to hear1 ,and all above me and all around ,light and darkness and sight and sound1 ,to soul and sense such meanings bring1 ,i thrill with a rapturous wondering4 ,and ,i know by many a subtle sign ,that the very best of life is mine2 ,and yet1 as ,i spell each message o'er1 ,i look and long for a deeper lore2 ,i long to see and ,i long to hear1 ,with a clearer vision1 a truer ear2 ,and ,i pray with keenest of all desire ,for lips that are touched by the altar fire4 ,patience1 ,o soul6 ,from a little field ,there cometh often a gracious yield2 ,who touches ,his garment's hem is healed4 ,,saxon ,,grit4 ,,rev4 ,,robert ,,collyer4 ,worn by the battle1 by ,stamford town1 ,fighting the ,norman by ,hastings bay2 ,harold1 the ,saxon's sun1 went down ,when the acorns were falling one autumn day4 ,then the ,norman said3 8,i am lord of the land1 ,by tenure of conquest here ,i sit2 ,i will rule you now with the iron hand20 ,but he had not thought of the ,saxon grit4 ,he took the land1 and he took the men1 ,and burnt the homesteads from ,trent to ,tyne2 ,made the freemen serfs by a stroke of the pen2 ,ate up the corn and drank the wine4 ,from the ,saxon heart rose a mighty roar1 ,our life shall not be by the king's permit1-- ,we will fight for the right2 we want no more4 ,then the ,norman found out the ,saxon grit4 ,for slow and sure as the oaks had grown ,from the acorns falling that autumn day1 ,so the ,saxon manhood in thorpe and town ,to a nobler nature grew alway4 ,winning by inches1 holding by clinches1 ,standing by law and the human right2 ,many times failing1 never once quailing1 ,so the new day came out of the night4 ,then rising afar in the western sea ,a new world stood in the morn of the day1 ,ready to welcome the brave and free1 ,who would wrench out the heart1 and march away ,from the narrow1 contracted1 dear old land1 ,where the poor are held by a cruel bit1 ,to ampler spaces for heart and hand2 ,and here was a chance for the ,saxon grit4 ,steadily steering1 eagerly peering1 ,trusting in ,god1 your fathers came1 ,pilgrims and strangers1 fronting all dangers1 ,cool-headed ,saxons1 with hearts aflame1 ,bound by the letter1 but free from the fetter1 ,and hiding their freedom in holy writ1 ,they gave ,deuteronomy hints in economy1 ,and made a new ,moses of ,saxon grit1 ,they whittled and waded through forest and fen1 ,fearless as ever of what might befall1 ,pouring out life for the nurture of men ,in the faith that by manhood the world views all4 ,inventing baked beans and no end of machines1 ,great with the rifle1 and great with the ax1 ,sending their notions over the oceans ,to fill empty stomachs and straighten bent backs2 ,swift to take chances that end in the dollar1 ,yet open of hand when the dollar is made2 ,maintaining the meeting1 exalting the scholar1 ,but a little too anxious about a good trade4 ,this is young ,jonathan1 son of old ,john1 ,positive1 peaceable1 firm in the right4 ,saxon men all of us1 may we be one1 ,steady for freedom and strong in her might4 ,then slow and sure1 as the oaks have grown ,from the acorns that fell on the dim old day1 ,so this new manhood1 in city and town1 ,to a nobler stature will grow alway4 ,winning by inches1 holding by clinches1 ,slow to contention and slower to quit1 ,now and then failing1 but never once quailing1 ,let us thank ,god for the ,saxon grit4 ,,the ,,little ,,light4 ,the light shone dim on the headland1 ,for the storm was raging high2 ,i shaded my eyes from the inner glare1 ,and gazed on the wet1 gray sky4 ,it was dark and lowering2 on the sea ,the waves were booming loud1 ,and the snow and the piercing winter sleet ,wove over all a shroud4 8,god pity the men on the sea to-night60 ,i said to my little ones1 ,and we shuddered as we heard afar ,the sound of the minute-guns4 ,my good man came in1 in his fishing-coat 7,he was wet and cold that night71 ,and he said1 8,there'll lots of ships go down ,on the headland rocks to-night40 8,let the lamp burn all night1 mother10 ,cried little ,mary then2 8',tis but a little light1 but still ,it might save drowning men40 8,oh1 nonsense60 cried her father 7,he was tired and cross that night71 8,the ,highland light-house is enough10 ,and he put out the light4 ,that night1 on the rocks below us1 ,a noble ship went down2 ,but one was saved from the ghastly wreck1 ,the rest were left to drown4 8,we steered by a little light10 he said1 8',till we saw it sink from view3 ,if they'd only left that light all night1 ,my mates might be here1 too60 ,then little ,mary sobbed aloud1 ,her father blushed for shame1 8',twas our light that you saw10 he said1 8,and ,i'm the one to blame40 ',twas a little light--how small a thing6 ,and trifling was its cost2 ,yet1 for want of it a ship went down1 ,and a hundred souls were lost4 ,,wind ,,and ,,sea4 ,,bayard ,,taylor4 ,the sea is a jovial comrade1 ,he laughs wherever he goes2 ,his merriment shines in the dimpling lines ,that wrinkle his hale repose2 ,he lays himself down at the feet of the sun1 ,and shakes all over with glee2 ,and the broad-backed billows fall faint on the shore ,in the mirth of the mighty sea4 ,but the wind is sad and restless1 ,and cursed with an inward pain2 ,you may hark as you will by valley or hill1 ,but you hear him still complain4 ,he wails on the barren mountains1 ,and shrieks on the watery sea2 ,he sobs in the cedar and moans in the pine1 ,and quakes through the aspen tree4 ,welcome are both their voices2 ,and ,i know not which is best1 ,the laughter that slips from ocean's lips1 ,or the comfortless wind's unrest4 ,there's a pang in all rejoicing1 ,a joy in the heart of pain2 ,and the wind that saddens1 the sea that gladdens1 ,are singing the self-same strain4 ,,happiness4 ,,maggie ,b4 ,,peeke4 ,i followed a bird to the north and south1 ,i followed it east and west1 ,with the longing to call it at last my own1 ,and hide it within my breast3 ,but the bird flew on1 and ,i sought in vain1 ,through sunshine and wind1 through the storm and rain4 ,i went to the city1 to find it1 where ,the restless crowd surged by2 ,but the bird ,i sought1 with its snowy wings ,had flown to the upper sky1-- ,and the crowds surged on1 with their ceaseless din1 ,their waves of sorrow and folly and sin4 ,i went to the forest1 where all day long ,a hush that was sweet fell down1 ,and ,i watched for my bird with its magical song1 ,but the shadows gave only a frown2 ,so ,i knew that ,i never should find it there1 ,and ,i gave up the chase in sullen despair4 ,i entered the lists of the busy world3 ,i took up its burden of care1 ,its wrongs to be righted1 its sorrows to lift1 ,its mountains of trouble to bear2 ,and wearied1 ,i laid me at last to rest4 ,i awoke1--and the bird was within my breast4 ,,an ,,illumined ,,text4 ,the gray monk1 rising1 with a loving pride ,laid the long task of patient months aside1 ,the simple story of the gospels told ,in lettering of crimson and of gold2 ,on its rich pages streamed the setting sun1 ,and now his life waned and his work was done4 ,he pushed away the heavy oaken door1 ,and stood within the sunset calm once more4 ,above the narrowing round of life he knew ,a sense of beauty and of wonder grew4 ,the text his art had copied1 8,god is ,love10 ,came to him like the home-returning dove4 ,as the wind whistled in the bearded grain2 ,the tender words made music in his brain2 ,the green leaves whispered of it1 everywhere ,he read it on the blue scroll of the air1 ,as if more clearly and in fairer guise ,the ,lord ,himself inscribed it for men's eyes6 ,christian at ,work4 99 99 99 99 99 ,older than all preached gospels was this unpreached1 inarticulate1 but ineradicable1 for-ever-enduring gospel3 work1 and therein have well-being4 ,man1 ,son of ,earth and of ,heaven1 lies there not1 in the innermost heart of thee1 a spirit of active method1 a force for work2--and burns like a painfully smouldering fire1 giving thee no rest till thou unfold it1 till thou write it down in beneficent facts around thee8 ,what is immethodic1 waste1 thou shalt make methodic1 regulated1 arable1 obedient and productive to thee4 ,wheresoever thou findest disorder1 there is thy eternal enemy3 attack him swiftly1 subdue him2 make order of him1 the subject not of chaos1 but of intelligence1 divinity1 and thee6 ,the thistle that grows in thy path1 dig it out that a blade of useful grass1 a drop of nourishing milk1 may grow there instead4 ,the waste cotton-shrub1 gather its waste white down1 spin it1 weave it2 that1 in place of idle litter1 there may be folded webs1 and the naked skin of man be covered4--,,thomas ,,carlyle4 ,,the ,,king',s ,,bell4 ,,eben ,e4 ,,rexford4 8,no perfect day has ever come to me10 ,an old man said2 8,a perfect day for us can never be ,till we are dead40 ,the young king heard him1 and he turned away ,in earnest thought4 ,did men ne'er find on earth the perfect day ,for which they sought8 ,a day all free from care8--so running o'er ,with life's delight ,that there seemed room or wish for nothing more ,from dawn to night8 8,it must be that such days have come to man10 ,the young king said4 8,go search--find one who found them--if you can60 ,ah1 wise gray head6 8,i trust that some time such a day will come ,to even me10 ,the king said4 ,but the old man's lips were dumb-- ,a doubter he4 8,that you1 and those about you all may know ,my perfect day1 ,a bell shall ring out when the sun is low1 ,and men shall say-- 8#8,behold6 this day has been unto the king ,a day replete ,with happiness4 ,it lacked not anything-- ,a day most sweet6'0 ,in a high tower1 ere night1 the passers saw ,a mighty bell1 ,the tidings of a day without a flaw ,some time to tell4 ,the bell hung silent in its lofty tower1 ,days came and went2 ,each summer brought its sunshine and its flower1 ,its old content2 ,but not the happy day he hoped to see4 8,but soon or late ,the day of days10 he said1 8will come to me4 ,i trust--and wait40 ,the years1 like leaves upon a restless stream1 ,were swept away1 ,and in the king's dark hair began to gleam ,bright threads of gray4 ,men1 passing by1 looked upward to the bell1 ,and smiling said1 8,delay not of the happy time to tell ,till we are dead40 ,but they grew old and died4 ,and silent still ,the great bell hung2 ,and the good king1 bowed down with age1 fell ill ,his cares among4 ,at dusk1 one day1 with dazed brain1 from his room ,he slowly crept ,up rattling tower-steps1 in dust and gloom1 ,while watchers slept4 ,above the city broke the great bell's voice1 ,silent so long4 8,behold the king's most happy day6 ,rejoice60 ,it told the throng4 ,filled with strange awe1 the long night passed away4 ,at morn men said1 8,at last the king has found his happy day-- ,the king is dead60 ,,noblesse ,,oblige4 ,,carlotta ,,perry4 ,if ,i am weak and you are strong1 ,why then1 why then1 ,to you the braver deeds belong2 ,and so1 again1 ,if you have gifts and ,i have none1 ,if ,i have shade and you have sun1 ',tis yours with freer hand to give1 ',tis yours with truer grace to live1 ,than ,i1 who giftless1 sunless1 stand1 ,with barren life and hand4 ,we do not ask the little brook ,to turn the wheel2 ,unto the larger stream we look4 ,the strength of steel ,we do not ask from silken bands1 ,nor heart of oak in willow wands2 ,we do not ask the wren to go ,up to the heights the eagles know2 ,nor yet expect the lark's clear note ,from out the dove's dumb throat4 ',tis wisdom's law1 the perfect code1 ,by love inspired2 ,of him on whom much is bestowed ,is much required4 ,the tuneful throat is bid to sing1 ,the oak must reign the forest's king2 ,the rushing stream the wheel must move1 ,the beaten steel its strength must prove4 ',tis given unto the eagle's eyes ,to face the midday skies4 ,,uses ,,of ,,adversity4 ,if none were sick and none were sad1 ,what service could we render8 ,i think if we were always glad1 ,we scarcely could be tender4 ,did our beloved never need ,our patient ministration1 ,earth would grow cold1 and miss1 indeed1 ,its sweetest consolation4 ,if sorrow never claimed our heart1 ,and every wish were granted1 ,patience would die and hope depart1 ,life would be disenchanted4 ,,the ,,value ,,of ,,literature4 ,the literature of the world is in a very deep sense the direct and most beautiful outcome of its life4 ,men have had but a partial success in shaping their external life1 but their ideals1 their aspirations1 their highest thoughts of themselves are to be found in books4 ,it is only as we unite the actual which we find in its history with the ideal which we find in its literature1 that we are able to get any true understanding of an age4 ,the value and vitality of great books lie not so much in their art as in the fidelity and completeness with which they represent human life4 ,literature is1 in a word1 the best that has been thought or dreamed in the world1 and must therefore remain to the very end of time the most fascinating and the most fruitful study to which men can give themselves4--,,hamilton ,w4 ,,mabie4 ,,true ,,heroism4 ,let others write of battles fought ,on bloody1 ghastly fields1 ,where honors greet the man who wins1 ,and death the man who yields2 ,but ,i will write of him who fights ,and vanquishes his sins1 ,who struggles on through weary years ,against himself and wins4 ,he is a hero1 stanch and brave1 ,who fights an unseen foe1 ,and puts at last beneath his feet ,his passions base and low2 ,who stands erect in manhood's might ,undaunted1 undismayed-- ,the bravest man that drew a sword ,in foray or in raid4 ,it calls for something more than brawn ,or muscle1 to overcome ,an enemy who marcheth not ,with banner1 plume1 and drum-- ,a foe1 forever lurking nigh1 ,with silent1 stealthy tread1 ,forever near your board by day1 ,and night beside your bed4 ,all honor1 then1 to that brave heart1 ,though poor or rich he be1 ,who struggles with his baser part-- ,who conquers and is free6 ,he may not wear a hero's crown1 ,nor fill a hero's grave2 ,but truth will place his name among ,the bravest of the brave4 ,,the ,,burial ,,of ,,the ,,old ,,flag4 ,,mary ,a4 ,,barr4 ,there is not in all the north countrie1 ,nor yet on the ,humber line1 ,a town with a prouder record than ,newcastle-upon-the-,tyne4 ,roman eagles have kept its walls2 ,saxon1 and ,dane1 and ,scot ,have left the glamour of noble deeds1 ,with their names1 on this fair spot4 ,from the reign of ,william ,rufus1 ,the monarchs of every line ,had a grace for loyal ,newcastle1 ,the city upon the ,tyne4 ,by the ,nuns' ,gate1 and up ,pilgrim ,street1 ,what pageants have held their way6 ,but in seventeen hundred and sixty-three1 ,one lovely morn in ,may1 ,there was a sight in bonnie ,newcastle6 ,oh1 that ,i had been there6 ,to hear the call of the trumpeters ,thrilling the clear spring air1 ,to hear the roar of the cannon1 ,and the drummer's gathering beat1 ,and the eager hum of the multitudes ,waiting upon the street4 ,just at noon was a tender hush1 ,and a funeral march was heard2 ,with arms reversed and colors tied ,came the men of the ,twenty-third4 ,and ,lennox1 their noble leader1 bore ,the shreds of a faded flag1 ,the battle-flag of the regiment1 ,shot to a glorious rag2 ,shot into shreds upon its staff1 ,torn in a hundred fights1 ,from the torrid plains of ,india ,to the cold ,canadian heights4 ,there was not an inch of bunting left2 ,how could it float again ,over the faithful regiment ,it never had led in vain8 ,and oh1 the hands that had carried it6 ,it was not cloth and wood3 ,it stood for a century's heroes1 ,and was crimson with their blood2 ,it stood for a century's comrades4 ,they could not cast it away1 ,and so with a soldier's honors ,they were burying it that day4 ,in the famous old ,north ,humber fort1 ,where the ,roman legions trod1 ,with the roar of cannon and roll of drums ,they laid it under the sod4 ,but it wasn't a tattered flag alone ,they buried with tender pride2 ,it was every faithful companion ,that under the flag had died4 ,it was honor1 courage1 and loyalty ,that thrilled that mighty throng ,standing bare-headed and silent as ,the old flag passed along4 ,so when the grasses had covered it ,there was a joyful strain2 ,and the soldiers1 stirred to a noble thought1 ,marched proudly home again4 ,the citizens went to their shops once more1 ,the collier went to his mine2 ,the shepherd went to the broomy hills1 ,and the sailor to the ,tyne2 ,but men and women and children felt ,that it had been well to be ,just for an hour or two face to face ,with honor and loyalty4 ,,the ,,old ,,stone ,,basin4 ,,susan ,,coolidge4 ,in the heart of the busy city1 ,in the scorching noontide heat1 ,a sound of bubbling water ,falls on the din of the street4 ,it falls in a gray stone basin1 ,and over the cool wet brink ,the heads of thirsty horses ,each moment are stretched to drink4 ,and peeping between the crowding heads ,as the horses come and go1 8,the ,gift of ,three ,little ,sisters0 ,is read on the stone below4 ,ah1 beasts are not taught letters1 ,they know no alphabet2 ,and never a horse in all these years ,has read the words2 and yet ,i think that each toil-worn creature ,who stops to drink by the way1 ,his thanks in his own dumb fashion ,to the sisters small must pay4 ,years have gone by since busy hands ,wrought at the basin's stone2 ,the kindly little sisters ,are all to women grown4 ,i do not know their home or fates1 ,or the name they bear to men1 ,but this sweetness of their gracious deed ,is just as fresh as then4 ,and all life long1 and after life1 ,they must the happier be1 ,for the cup of water given by them ,when they were children three4 ,,beside ,,the ,,railway ,,track4 ,on its straight iron pathway the long train was rushing1 ,with its noise1 and its smoke1 and its great human load2 ,and ,i saw a wild rose that in beauty was blushing1 ,fresh and sweet1 by the side of the hot1 dusty road4 ,untrained were its branches1 untended it flourished1 ,no eye watched its opening or mourned its decay2 ,but its leaves by the soft dews of heaven were nourished1 ,and it opened its buds in the warm light of day4 ,i asked why it grew there where none prized its beauty1 ,for of thousands who passed none had leisure to stay4 ,and the answer came sweetly1 8,i do but my duty2 ,i was told to grow here by the side of the way40 ,there are those on life's pathway whose spirits are willing ,to dwell where the busy crowd passes them by2 ,but the dew from above on their leaves is distilling1 ,and they bloom 'neath the smile of the ,all-seeing ,eye4 ,they are loved by the few--like the rose1 they remind us1 ,when tempted from duty's safe pathway to stray2 ,we1 too1 have a place and a mission assign'd us1 ,though it be but to grow by the side of the way4 ,a ,,song ,,for ,,the ,,conquered4 ,,william ,w4 ,,story4 ,i sing the ,hymn of the ,conquered1 who fell in the battle of life2 ,the hymn of the wounded1 the beaten1 who died overwhelmed in the strife4 ,not the jubilant song of the victors1 for whom the resounding acclaim ,of nations was lifted in chorus1 whose brows wore the chaplet of fame4 ,but the hymn of the low and the humble1 the weary1 the broken in heart1 ,who strove and who failed1 acting bravely a silent and desperate part2 ,whose youth bore no flower in its branches1 whose hopes burned in ashes away2 ,from whose hands slipped the prize they had grasped at2 who stood at the dying of day ,with the work of their life all around them1 unpitied1 unheeded1 alone1 ,with death swooping down o'er their failure1 and all but their faith overthrown4 ,while the voice of the world shouts its chorus1--its pan for those who have won1-- ,while the trumpet is sounding triumphant1 and high to the breeze and the sun ,gay banners are waving1 hands clapping1 and hurrying feet ,thronging after the laurel-crowned victors1 ,i stand on the field of defeat1 ,in the shadow 'mongst those who are fallen1 and wounded and dying1 and there ,chant a requiem low1 place my hand on their pain-knotted brows1 breathe a prayer1 ,hold the hand that is hapless1 and whisper1 8,they only the victory win ,who have fought the good fight1 and have vanquished the demon that tempts us within2 ,who have held to their faith unseduced by the prize that the world holds on high2 ,who have dared for a high cause to suffer1 resist1 fight--if need be to die40 ,speak1 ,history6 ,who are life's victors8 ,unroll thy long annals1 and say-- ,are they those whom the world called the victors who won the success of the day8 ,the martyrs1 or ,nero8 ,the ,spartans who fell at ,thermopyl's tryst1 ,or the ,persians of ,xerxes8 ,his judges1 or ,socrates8 ,pilate1 or ,christ8 ,,the ,,amen ,,of ,,the ,,rocks4 ,,christian ,,gellert4 ,the ,venerable ,bede1 with age grown blind1 till went abroad to preach the new evangel4 ,from town to town1 village to village1 journeyed ,the saintly elder1 with a lad for guide1 ,and preached the word with youthful zeal and fervor2 ,and once the lad led him along a vale1 ,all scattered o'er with mighty moss-grown bowlders4 ,more thoughtless than malicious quoth the urchin1 8,here1 reverend father1 many men have come1 ,and all the multitude await thy sermon40 ,the blind old man stood upright at his speech1 ,and spake his text1 explained it1 thence digressed1 ,exhorted1 warned1 reproved1 and comforted1 ,so earnestly that tears of love and joy ,ran down his cheeks1 and on his long gray beard2 ,then1 as was meet1 he ended with 8,our ,father1 ,thine is the kingdom1 ,thine the power1 and ,thine ,the glory is forever and forever40 ,then came a thousand1 thousand answering voices-- 8,yea1 reverend father1 amen and amen40 ,then1 terrified1 the boy fell down repentant1 ,confessing to the saint his ill behavior4 8,son10 said the holy man1 8didst thou read never ,that stones themselves shall cry if man is silent8 ,play thou no more1 my son1 with things divine4 ,god's word is powerful1 and cuts more sharp ,than any two-edged sword4 ,and if it be ,that man toward the ,lord is stony-hearted1 ,a human heart shall wake in stones1 and witness40 ,,only ,a ,,little ,,thing4 ,,mrs4 ,m4 ,p4 ,,handy4 ,it was only a tiny seed1 ,carelessly brushed aside2 ,but it grew in time to a noxious weed1 ,and spread its poison wide4 ,it was only a little leak1 ,so small you might hardly see2 ,but the rising waters found the break1 ,and wrecked the great levee4 ,it was only a single spark1 ,dropped by a passing train2 ,but the dead leaves caught1 and swift and dark ,was its work on wood and plain4 ,it was only an unsound nail ,that the workman used--ah me6 ,but the ship that else had weathered the gale ,went down in the deep1 dark sea4 ,it was only a thoughtless word1 ,scarce meant to be unkind2 ,but it pierced as a dart to the heart that heard1 ,and left its sting behind4 ,it may seem a trifle at most1 ,the thing that we do or say2 ,and yet it may be that at fearful cost ,we may wish it undone some day4 ,,the ,,little ,,messenger ,,of ,,love4 ',twas a little sermon preached to me ,by a sweet1 unconscious child-- ,a baby girl1 scarce four years old1 ,with blue eyes soft and mild4 ,it happened on a rainy day2 ,i1 seated in a car1 ,was thinking1 as ,i neared my home1 ,of the continual jar ,and discord that pervade the air ,of busy city life1 ,each caring but for 8number one10 ,self-gain provoking strife4 ,the gloomy weather seemed to cast ,on every face a shade1 ,but on one countenance were lines ,by sorrow deeply laid4 ,with low bowed head and hands clasped close1 ,she sat1 so poor and old1 ,nor seemed to heed the scornful glance ,from eyes unkind and cold4 ,i looked again4 ,oh1 sweet indeed ,the sight that met my eyes6 ,sitting upon her mothers lap1 ,with baby face so wise1 ,was a wee child with sunny curls1 ,blue eyes1 and dimpled chin1 ,and a young1 pure1 loving heart ,unstained as yet by sin4 ,upon the woman poor and sad ,her eyes in wonder fell1 ,till wonder changed to pitying love2 ,her thoughts1 oh1 who could tell8 ,her tiny hands four roses held2 ,she looked them o'er and o'er1 ,then choosing out the largest one1 ,she struggled to the floor4 ,across the swaying car she went ,straight to the woman's side1 ,and putting in the wrinkled hand ,the rose1 she ran to hide ,her little face in mother's lap1 ,fearing she had done wrong1 ,not knowing1 baby as she was1 ,that she had helped along ,the up-hill road of life a soul ,cast down1 discouraged quite1 ,as on the woman's face there broke ,a flood of joyous light4 ,dear little child6 she was indeed ,a messenger of love ,sent to that woman's lonely heart ,from the great ,heart above4 ,this world would be a different place ,were each to give to those ,whose hearts are sad as much of love ,as went with baby's rose4 ,harper's ,young ,people4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i'd rather be right than to be ,president of the ,united ,states4--,,henry ,,clay4 ,,original ,,maxims ,,of ,,george ,,washington4 ,recitations for ,twelve ,students4 ,i4 ,commerce and industry are the best mines of a nation4 ,,ii4 ,let your heart feel for the afflictions and distresses of every one4 ,,iii4 ,ingratitude1 ,i hope1 will never constitute a part of my character1 nor find a place in my bosom4 ,,iv4 ,labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire called conscience4 ,v4 ,to persevere is one's duty1 and to be silent is the best answer to calumny4 ,,vi4 ,i never wish to promise more than ,i have a moral certainty of performing4 ,,vii4 ,i shall never attempt to palliate my own foibles by exposing the error of another4 ,,viii4 ,it is a maxim with me not to ask what1 under similar circumstances1 ,i would not grant4 ,,ix4 ,be courteous to all1 but intimate with few2 and let those be well tried before you give them your confidence4 ,x4 ,associate with men of good quality if you esteem your own reputation1 for it is better to be alone than in bad company4 ,,xi4 ,a good character is the first essential in a man4 ,it is1 therefore1 highly important to endeavor not only to be learned1 but virtuous4 ,,xii4 ,i am resolved that no misrepresentations1 falsehoods1 or calumny shall make me swerve from what ,i conceive to be the strict line of duty4 ,,the ,,work ,,of ,a ,,sunbeam4 ,,nathan ,g4 ,,shepherd4 ,i have read in old tales of the buried past1 ,of two armies which met on the battle-plain2 ,roman and ,cymbric1 in numbers vast1 ,how they fought till the field was heaped with slain2 ,and how through all day the crimson tide ,of battle favored the ,cymbric side1 ,though their dead bestrewed the plain1 ,till at length1 from out of the clouded skies1 ,a sunbeam darted across the world1 ,blinding the ,cymbrian warrior's eyes2 ,and backward their conquering hosts were hurled4 ,and thus in the record of years is told ,how a sunbeam1 back in the days of old1 ,decided the fate of the world4 ,,the ,,silver ,,bird',s ,,nest4 ,a stranded soldier's epaulet ,the waters cast ashore1 ,a little wingd rover met1 ,and eyed it o'er and o'er2 ,the silver bright so charmed her sight1 ,on that lone idle vest1 ,she knew not why she should deny ,herself a silver nest4 ,the shining wire she pecked and twirled1 ,then bore it to her bough1 ,where on a flowery twig 'twas curled1 ,the bird can show you how2 ,but when enough of that bright stuff ,the cunning builder bore1 ,her house to make1 she would not take1 ,nor did she covet1 more4 ,and when the little artisan-- ,while neither pride nor guilt ,had entered in her pretty plan-- ,her resting-place had built1 ,with here and there a plume to spare1 ,about her own light form1 ,of these1 inlaid with skill1 she made ,a lining soft and warm4 ,but do you think the tender brood ,she fondled there1 and fed1 ,were prouder when they understood ,the sheen about their bed8 ,do you suppose they ever rose1 ,of higher powers possessed1 ,because they knew they peeped and grew ,within a silver nest8 ,,luther4 ,,joaquin ,,miller4 ,valiant1 defiant1 and free1 ,majestic1 impressive1 and lone1 ,he looms like that isle of the sea ,that rose to an emperor's throne4 ,honor where manhood is found1 ,glory where valor has led1 ,to priest or not priest1 the world round2 ,to white man1 or black man1 or red4 ,honor to manhood and worth1 ,glory to action and deed1 ,to manhood1 not priesthood1 on earth2 ,for man is the master of creed4 ,,original ,,maxims ,,of ,,james ,a4 ,,garfield4 ,recitations for ,ten ,students4 ,i4 ,a pound of pluck is worth a ton of luck4 ,,ii4 ,poets may be born1 but success is made4 ,,iii4 ,be fit for more than the one thing you are now doing4 ,,iv4 ,i would rather be beaten in right than succeed in wrong4 ,v4 ,luck is an ignis fatuus4 ,you may follow it to ruin1 but not to success4 ,,vi4 ,if the power to do hard work is not a talent1 it is the best possible substitute for it4 ,,vii4 ,i would rather be defeated than make capital out of my religion4 ,,viii4 ,things don't turn up in this world unless somebody turns them up4 ,,ix4 ,territory is but the body of a nation4 ,the people who inhabit its hills and its valleys are its soil1 its spirit1 and its life4 ,x4 ,the privilege of being a young man is a great privilege1 and the privilege of growing to be an independent man1 in middle life1 is a greater4 99 99 99 99 99 ,it is a strange fancy of mine1 but ,i cannot help wishing we could move for returns--as their phrase is in parliament--for the suffering caused in any one day1 or other period of time1 throughout the world1 to be arranged under certain heads2 and we should then see what the world has occasion to fear most4 ,what a large amount would come under the heads of unreasonable fear of others1 of miserable quarrels amongst relations upon infinitesimally small subjects1 of imaginary slights1 of undue cares1 of false shames1 of absolute misunderstandings1 of unnecessary pains to maintain credit or reputation1 of vexation that we cannot make others of the same mind with ourselves6 ,what a wonderful thing it would be to see set down in figures1 as it were1 how ingenious we are in plaguing one another6--,,arthur ,,helps4 ,,the ,,angel ,,of ,,dawn4 ,j4 ,s4 ,,cutler4 ,one morn an angel stopped beside my door1 ,clad in the shining garments of the dawn2 ,upon his brow a starry crown he wore2 ,in his right hand a flaming sword was drawn4 ,with terror filled1 ,i prayed with piteous cry ,the angel-presence then to pass me by4 8,i am not death10 the angel said1 and smiled2 8,thy soul shall have the answer to thy prayer4 ,drive from thy breast this fearful anguish wild2 ,i am the ,angel of the ,dawn--beware6 ,i place a priceless jewel in thy hands2 ,the day is thine1 waste not its running sands4 8,therefore mark well--thy duty waiteth thee1 ,beside the morning's swiftly opening gate2 ,the new day dawns--its hours will quickly flee2 ,stamp them with honor ere it be too late2 ,thy deed may lift thee higher than thy prayer4 ,the day is thine1 remember and beware60 ,and then the angel took his shining way1 ,on silent wings1 out to the shadowy west2 ,and swiftly onward came the new-born day1 ,the priceless jewel of my angel-guest4 ,the birds awoke and filled the world with song1 ,and made my burden light the whole day long4 ,and now1 when morning throws its early beams ,in golden rays across the ocean's floor1 ,and ,i awake from slumbering and dreams1 ,i know an angel waiteth at the door2 ,i hear again that kindly voice declare-- 8,thy deed may lift thee higher than thy prayer40 ,,questions4 ,,kate ,,lawrence4 ,can you put the spider's web back in its place that once has been swept away8 ,can you put the apple again on the bough which fell at our feet to-day8 ,can you put the lily-cup back on the stem1 and cause it to live and grow8 ,can you mend the butterfly's broken wing that you crushed with a hasty blow8 ,can you put the bloom again on the grape1 or the grape again on the vine8 ,can you put the dew-drops back on the flowers and make them sparkle and shine8 ,can you put the petals back on the rose8 ,if you could1 would it smell as sweet8 ,can you put the flour again in the husk1 and show me the ripened wheat8 ,can you put the kernel back in the nut1 or the broken egg in its shell8 ,can you put the honey back in the comb1 and cover with wax each cell8 ,can you put the perfume back in the vase1 when once it has sped away8 ,can you put the corn-silk back on the corn1 or the down on catkins--say8 ,you think that my questions are trifling1 then8 ,let me ask you another one3 ,can a hasty word ever be unsaid1 or a deed unkind undone8 ,,the ,,landing ,,of ,,the ,,pilgrims4 ,,felicia ,,hemans4 ,plymouth 7,dec4 #ba1 #afbj74 ,the breaking waves dashed high ,on a stern and rock-bound coast1 ,and the woods against a stormy sky ,their giant branches tossed2 ,and the heavy night hung dark ,the hills and waters o'er1 ,when a band of exiles moored their bark1 ,on the wild ,new ,england shore4 ,what sought they thus afar8 ,bright jewels of the mine8 ,the wealth of seas1 the spoils of war8-- ,they sought a faith's pure shrine6 ,ay1 call it holy ground1 ,the soil where first they trod2 ,they have left unstained what there they found-- ,freedom to worship ,god4 ,,the ,,twenty-,,first ,,of ,,february4 ,,william ,,cullen ,,bryant4 ,pale is the ,february sky1 ,and brief the mid-day's sunny hours2 ,the wind-swept forest seems to sigh ,for the sweet time of leaves and flowers4 ,yet has no month a prouder day1 ,not even when the summer broods ,o'er meadows in their fresh array1 ,or autumn tints the glowing woods4 ,for this chill season now again ,brings1 in its annual round1 the morn ,when1 greatest of the sons of men1 ,our glorious ,washington was born4 ,lo1 where1 beneath an icy shield1 ,calmly the mighty ,hudson flows6 ,by snow-clad fell and frozen field1 ,broadening1 the lordly river goes4 ,the wildest storm that sweeps through space1 ,and rends the oak with sudden force1 ,can raise no ripple on his face1 ,or slacken his majestic course4 ,thus1 'mid the wreck of thrones1 shall live ,unmarred1 undimmed1 our hero's fame1 ,and years succeeding years shall give ,increase of honors to his name4 ,,forefathers' ,,day4 ,,helen ,,hunt ,,jackson4 ,find me the men on earth who care ,enough for faith or creed to-day ,to seek a barren wilderness ,for simple liberty to pray4 ,despise their narrow creed who will2 ,pity their poverty who dare3 ,their lives knew joys1 their lives wore crowns1 ,we do not know1 we cannot wear4 ,and if so be that it is saved1 ,our poor ,republic1 stained and bruised1 ',twill be because we lay again ,their corner-stones which we refused4 ,a ,,true ,,story4 8,where is the baby1 grandmamma80 ,the sweet young mother calls ,from her work in the cosy kitchen1 ,with its dainty whitewashed walls4 ,and grandma leaves her knitting1 ,and looks for her all around2 ,but not a trace of baby dear ,can anywhere be found4 ,no sound of its merry prattle1 ,no gleam of its sunny hair1 ,no patter of tiny footsteps1 ,no sign of it anywhere4 ,all through house and garden1 ,far out into the field1 ,they search each nook and corner2 ,but nothing is revealed4 ,and the mother's face grew pallid2 ,grandmamma's eyes grew dim2 ,the fathers gone to the village2 ,no use to look for him4 ,and the baby lost6 8,where's ,rover60 ,the mother chanced to think ,of the old well in the orchard ,where the cattle used to drink4 8,where's ,rover8 ,i know he'd find her8 ,rover60 ,in vain they call1 ,then hurry away to the orchard2 ,and there by the moss-grown wall1 ,close to the well1 lies ,rover1 ,holding to baby's dress2 ,she was leaning over the wall's edge ,in perfect fearlessness6 ,she stretched her little arms down2 ,but ,rover held her fast1 ,and never seemed to mind the kicks ,the tiny bare feet cast ,so spitefully upon him1 ,but wagged his tail instead1 ,to greet the frightened searchers1 ,while naughty baby said3 8,dere's a 'ittle dirl in the 'ater2 ,she's dust as big as me1 ,mamma2 ,i want to help her out1 ,and take her home to tea4 ,but ,rover1 he won't let me1 ,and ,i don't love him4 ,go ,away1 you naughty ,rover6 ,oh6 why are you crying so80 ,the mother kissed her1 saying3 8,my darling1 understand1 ,good ,rover saved your life1 my dear-- ,and1 see1 he licks your hand6 ,kiss ,rover80 ,baby struck him1 ,but grandma understood2 ,she said3 8,it's hard to thank the friend ,who thwarts us for our good40 ,baldwin's ,monthly4 ,,little ,,christel4 ,,mrs4 ,,mary ,e4 ,,bradley4 ,frulein1 the young schoolmistress1 to her pupils said one day1 8,next week1 at ,pfingster holiday1 ,king ,ludwig rides this way2 ,and you will be wise1 my little ones1 to work with a will at your tasks1 ,that so you may answer fearlessly whatever question he asks4 ,it would be a shame too dreadful if the king should have it to tell ,that ,hansel missed in his figures1 and ,peterkin could not spell40 8,oho6 that never shall happen10 cried ,hansel and ,peterkin too2 8,we'll show ,king ,ludwig1 when he comes1 what the boys in this school can do40 8,and we10 said ,gretchen and ,bertha1 and all the fair little maids ,who stood in a row before her1 with their hair in flaxen braids1 8,we will pay such good attention to every word you say1 ,that you shall not be ashamed of us when ,king ,ludwig rides this way40 ,she smiled1 the young schoolmistress1 to see that they loved her so1 ,and with patient care she taught them the things it was good to know4 ,day after day she drilled them till the great day came at last1 ,when the heralds going before him blew out their sounding blast2 ,and with music1 and flying banners1 and the clatter of horses' feet1 ,the king and his troops of soldiers rode down the village street4 ,oh the hearts of the eager children beat fast with joy and fear1 ,and ,frulein trembled and grew pale as the cavalcade drew near2 ,but she blushed with pride and pleasure when the lessons came to be heard1 ,for in all the flock of the boys and girls not one of them missed a word4 ,and ,king ,ludwig turned to the teacher with a smile and a gracious look2 8,it is plain10 said he1 8that your scholars have carefully conned their book4 8,but now let us ask some questions to see if they understand20 ,and he showed to one of the little maids an orange in his hand4 ,it was ,christel1 the youngest sister of the mistress fair and kind-- ,a child with a face like a lily1 and as lovely and pure a mind4 8,what kingdom does this belong to80 as he called her to his knee2 ,and at once--8,the vegetable10 she answered quietly4 8,good10 said the monarch kindly1 and showed her a piece of gold2 8,now tell me what this belongs to--the pretty coin that ,i hold80 ,she touched it with careful finger1 for gold was a metal rare1 ,and then--8,the mineral kingdom60 she answered with confident air4 8,well done for the little mdchen60 ,and good ,king ,ludwig smiled ,at ,frulein and her sister1 the teacher and the child4 8,now answer me one more question10--with a twinkle of fun in his eye3 8,what kingdom do ,i belong to80 ,for he thought she would make reply1 8,the animal20 and he meant to ask with a frown if that was the thing ,for a little child like her to say to her lord and master1 the king8 ,he knew not the artless wisdom that would set his wit at naught1 ,and the little ,christel guessed nothing at all of what was in his thought4 ,but her glance shot up at the question1 and the brightness in her face1 ,like a sunbeam on a lily1 seemed to shine all over the place4 8,what kingdom do you belong to80 her innocent lips repeat2 8,why1 surely1 the kingdom of ,heaven60 rings out the answer sweet4 ,and then for a breathless moment a sudden silence fell1 ,and you might have heard the fall of a leaf as they looked at little ,christel4 ,but it only lasted a moment1 then rose as sudden a shout-- 8,well done1 well done for little ,christel60 and the bravos rang about4 ,for the king in his arms had caught her1 to her wondering1 shy surprise1 ,and over and over he kissed her1 with a mist of tears in his eyes4 8,may the blessing of ,god10 he murmured1 8forever rest on thy head6 ,henceforth1 by ,his grace1 my life shall prove the truth of what thou hast said40 ,he gave her the yellow orange1 and the golden coin for her own1 ,and the school had a royal feast that day whose like they had never known4 ,to ,frulein1 the gentle mistress1 he spoke such words of cheer ,that they lightened her anxious labor for many and many a year4 ,and because in his heart was hidden the memory of this thing1 ,the ,lord had a better servant1 the ,lord had a wiser king6 ,,concert ,,recitations4 ,,songs ,,of ,,the ,,seasons4 ,,meta ,e4 ,b4 ,,thorne4 ,for ,four ,students4 ,,spring4 ,the king of the day is exerting his power1 ,and night and cold at his bidding depart2 ,all nature in this resurrection hour ,will welcome my advent with joyous heart4 ,then hasten1 my children6 ,ho1 ,march winds wild1 ,o'er mountain and valley1 blow1 madly blow6 ,proclaim the glad coming of springtime mild1 ,and speed the departure of frost and snow6 ,ye clouds of ,april1 drop down your showers1 ,and fill to the brim the rivers and rills ,with liquid laughter2 ,may's delicate flowers ,await your dripping 'mong valleys and hills4 ,,summer4 ,spring scattered the seed with a lavish hand1 ,her whispering breezes and magic showers ,awoke into life2 see the serried ranks stand ,of fervid ,july's lush grasses and flowers4 ,then ,august comes with her sultry noons ,whose hot breath gildeth the ripening grain1 ,and the glorious light of her harvest moons2 ,now the reaper sings as he sweeps the plain3 8,my gleaming scythe ,i swing to and fro2 ,before it is falling the golden wheat-- ,a precious store for the time of the snow2 ,all praise to the ,giver of mercies so sweet60 ,,autumn4 ,the plentiful harvest is garnered in2 ,but ,i bring ,september's bounteous store ,of glowing fruitage1 all hearts to win2 ,now the summer's brilliant reign is o'er4 ,now1 royal ,october the scepter wields1 ,in whose wealth of rosy and mellow light ,seem glorified even the bare brown fields1 ,with their delicate veil of haze bedight4 ,and e'en when ,november1 dark and chill1 ,in her cloud-robe somber broods o'er the earth1 ,when the birds are hushed 'mid woodland and hill1 ,and the flowers are asleep till the spring's glad birth1 ,there are blossoms still for the trustful heart1 ,sweet hopes for what life may yet unfold1 ,and memories precious that will not depart ,when fades from the hill-tops the autumn's gold4 ,,winter4 ,i bring to the waiting fields the snow1 ,december's mantle so soft and pure1 ,that covers the sleeping seeds below1 ,to remain1 till the spring's return1 secure4 ,ye think my touch unkind and rude ,when the bracing frost and cold ,i bring1 ,ye chant in a pining1 reproachful mood ,the praises of summer and dewy spring2 ,yet oft at my touch the baleful seeds ,of pestilence powerless fall in death2 ,new vigor to youth and prime proceeds ,from my clear1 keen1 purifying breath4 ,but richer delights to you ,i bring2 ,for mine is the anniversary time1 ,when 8,good-will to men60 the angels sing1 8,good-will60 the echoing joy-bells chime4 ,,the ,,coming ,,of ,,spring4 ,,wilhelm ,m,,ller4 ,solo4 ,up with windows1 up with hearts6 ,concert4 ,swiftly1 swiftly6 ,solo4 ,graybeard ,winter seeks to go1 ,he wanders troubled to and fro1 ,he beats his breast full fearfully ,and packs his duds right hastily1 ,concert4 ,with speed1 with speed4 ,solo4 ,up with windows1 up with hearts6 ,concert4 ,swiftly1 swiftly6 ,solo4 ,the ,springtime knocks and stamps without-- ,and listen to his joyous shout6-- ,before the door he takes his stand1 ,with beauteous flower-buds in his hand1 ,concert4 ,with speed1 with speed4 ,solo4 ,open windows1 open hearts6 ,concert4 ,swiftly1 swiftly6 ,solo4 ,the brave young ,south-wind stands below1 ,with round red cheeks and eyes aglow1 ,and blows that doors and windows rattle1 ,till ,winter yields him in the battle-- ,concert4 ,with speed1 with speed4 ,concert4 ,open windows1 open hearts6 ,with speed1 with speed6 ,wild birds sound the battle-song-- ,and hark1 and hark6 an echo long1 ,an echo from my inmost heart-- ,the joys of ,spring bid ,winter part ,with speed1 with speed4 ,,the ,,good ,,time ,,coming4 ,,charles ,,mackay4 ,concert4 ,there's a good time coming1 boys1 ,a good time coming4 ,solo4 ,we may not live to see the day1 ,but earth shall glisten in the ray ,of the good time coming4 ,cannon-balls may aid the truth1 ,but thought's a weapon stronger2 ,we'll win our battle by its aid-- ,wait a little longer4 ,concert4 ,there's a good time coming1 boys1 ,a good time coming4 ,solo4 ,the pen shall supersede the sword1 ,and ,right1 not ,might1 shall be the lord ,in the good time coming4 ,worth1 not ,birth1 shall rule mankind1 ,and be acknowledged stronger2 ,the proper impulse has been given-- ,wait a little longer4 ,concert4 ,there's a good time coming1 boys1 ,a good time coming4 ,solo4 ,war in all men's eyes shall be ,a monster of iniquity ,in the good time coming2 ,nations shall not quarrel then1 ,to prove which is the stronger2 ,nor slaughter men for glory's sake-- ,wait a little longer4 ,concert4 ,there's a good time coming1 boys1 ,a good time coming4 ,solo4 ,hateful rivalries of creed ,shall not make their martyrs bleed ,in the good time coming4 ,religion shall be shorn of pride1 ,and flourish all the stronger2 ,and ,charity shall trim her lamp-- ,wait a little longer4 ,concert4 ,there's a good time coming1 boys1 ,a good time coming4 ,solo4 ,little children shall not toil1 ,under or above the soil1 ,in the good time coming2 ,but shall play in healthful fields ,till limb and mind grow stronger2 ,and every one shall read and write-- ,wait a little longer4 ,concert4 ,there's a good time coming1 boys1 ,a good time coming4 ,solo4 ,the people shall be temperate1 ,and shall love instead of hate ,in the good time coming4 ,they shall use1 and not abuse1 ,and make all virtue stronger2 ,the reformation has begun-- ,wait a little longer4 ,concert4 ,there's a good time coming1 boys1 ,a good time coming4 ,let us aid it all we can1 ,every woman1 every man1 ,the good time coming4 ,smallest helps1 if rightly given1 ,make the impulse stronger2 ',twill be strong enough one day-- ,wait a little longer4 ,,the ,,charge ,,at ,,waterloo4 ,,sir ,,walter ,,scott4 ,for ,boy's ,recitation4 ,on came the whirlwind--like the last ,but fiercest sweep of tempest blast2 ,on came the whirlwind--steel-gleams broke ,like lightning through the rolling smoke3 ,the war was waked anew4 ,three hundred cannon-mouths roared loud1 ,and from their throats with flash and cloud ,their showers of iron threw4 ,in one dark torrent1 broad and strong1 ,the advancing onset rolled along4 ,but on the ,british heart were lost ,the terrors of the charging host2 ,for not an eye the storm that viewed ,changed its proud glance of fortitude2 ,nor was one forward footstep stayed ,as dropped the dying and the dead4 ,down were the eagle-banners sent1 ,down reeling steeds and riders went2 ,corselets were pierced and pennons rent1 ,and1 to augment the fray1 ,wheeled full against their staggering flanks1 ,the ,english horsemen's foaming ranks ,forced their resistless way4 ,then to the musket-knell succeeds ,the clash of swords1 the neigh of steeds2 ,as plies the smith his clanging trade1 ,against the cuirass rang the blade2 ,and while amid their scattered band ,raged the fierce rider's bloody brand1 ,recoiled in common rout and fear ,lancer and guard and cuirassier1 ,horsemen and foot--a mingled host-- ,their leaders fallen1 their standards lost4 ,,summer ,,storm4 ,,james ,,russell ,,lowell4 ,abbreviated for ,concert ,recitation4 ,the following selection is peculiarly effective for concert recitation on account of the great number and variety of vocal changes4 ,the italicized words should be given with abrupt1 explosive sounds2 the italicized final consonants with extreme distinctness of articulation2 the pauses indicated by dashes should be exaggerated1 and the time most accurately marked4 ,suddenly--all the sky is hid ,as with the shutting of a lid4 ,one--by--one--great--drops--are falling1 ,doubtful--and--slow4 ,down the pane they are crookedly crawling1 ,and the wind--breathes low4 ,now--on the hills--,i hear the thunder-mutter1 ,the wind--is gathering in the west4 ,the upturned leaves first whiten and flutter ,then droop--to a fitful rest4 ,now leaps the wind on the sleepy marsh1 ,and tramples the grass with terrified feet4 ,the startled river turns leaden and harsh1 ,you can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat4 ,look1 look6 that livid flash6 ,and instantly follows the rattling thunder ,as if some cloud-crag--split asunder-- ,fell--splintering with a ruinous crash4 ,against the windows1 the storm comes dashing2 ,through tattered foliage1 the hail--tears crashing2 ,the blue lightning--flashes1 ,the rapid hail clashes1 ,the white waves are tumbling1 ,and in one baffled roar1 ,the thunder--is rumbling-- ,and crashing and crumbling4 7,whisper7 ,hush6 ,still as death ,the tempest--holds his breath-- ,as from a sudden will4 ,the rain--stops--short--but from the eaves ,you see it drop and hear it--on the leaves1 7,half-whisper7 ,all--is--so--still4 ,gone--gone--so soon6 ,the pale and quiet moon ,makes her calm forehead bare4 ,no more my half-crazed fancy there4 ,can shape--a giant--in the air1 ,and the last fragments of the storm1 ,like shattered rigging from a fight at sea1 ,silent and few--are drifting over me4 ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,steamer ,,engine4 ,c4 ,b4 ,,lerow4 ,this selection is adapted for ,solo and ,concert recitation4 ,the first two and last two lines of each stanza1 and the whole of the last stanza1 are to be given in concert4 ,the other lines can be assigned to one or to six students--the latter arrangement giving greater variety1 as the stanzas differ widely in style4 ,as the refrain1 or chorus1 is to imitate the peculiar beat or rhythm of the engine1 the accent must fall upon the third syllable of each line1 while each syllable is given with staccato effect1 and the whole line on a monotone4 ,the fifth stanza represents two equal beats on the two syllables--the rhythm of the engine when moving in half time on account of danger4 ,i4 8,we are ready for work-- ,we are ready for work--0 ,so says the great engine when we start ,and the steam comes up from its pulsing heart4 ,with its hundred iron arms and hands ,it is waiting to take us to foreign lands1 ,and it says in the cheeriest sort of way ,while our friends are watching us down the bay1 8,we are ready for work-- ,we are ready for work--0 ,,ii4 8,we will carry you over-- ,we will carry you over--0 ,it seems to say on the ocean wide ,when no land can be seen on either side2 ,and we wonder how it can ever be ,that we can go straight o'er the trackless sea4 ,and we watch the engine day by day1 ,encouraged by what it seems to say1 8,we will carry you over-- ,we will carry you over--0 ,,iii4 8,our work is praying-- ,our work is praying--0 ,it says on the sunny ,sabbath day ,when the passengers meet to sing and pray2 ,and through the sermon and chanted psalm ,we listen with hearts subdued and calm ,to the faithful strokes of the engine strong ,as over the ocean we sail along2 8,our work is praying-- ,our work is praying--0 ,,iv4 8,sleep safe till morning-- ,sleep safe till morning--0 ,are the words we hear in the dead of night ,when only the sailors can see a light2 ,and the great ship rushes along as free ,as if the sunshine were on the sea2 ,and we rest secure near the beating heart ,of the engine doing its noble part2 8,sleep safe till morning-- ,sleep safe till morning--0 ,v4 8,don't fear-- ,don't fear--0 ,it can say no more in the heavy fog ,which seems its very breath to clog2 ,while with hearts grown faint and lips that pray ,we think of the friends who are far away1 ,and of hidden perils and sudden death ,although the engine pants under breath1 8,don't fear-- ,don't fear--0 ,,vi4 8,it is all right now-- ,it is all right now--0 ,are the words we hear when the sun peeps through ,and the leaden clouds catch a tint of blue2 ,and the iron arms work hard and fast1 ,for we are in sight of the land at last4 ,and the engine seems as glad as we ,that the ship is now from all danger free4 8,it is all right now-- ,it is all right now--0 ,,vii4 ,o brave engine1 you little know ,what to your faithful heart we owe4 ,you did your duty by day and night2 ,as well in the darkness as the light2 ,never letting an hour go by1 ,never stopping to question ,why-- ,showing what beauty and grace can be ,in honest ,toil and ,fidelity4 ,,the ,,child ,,on ,,the ,,judgment-,,seat4 ,,mrs4 ,e4 ,,charles4 ,recitation for ,two ,students4 ,,first4 ,where hast thou been toiling all day1 sweetheart1 ,that thy brow is burdened and sad8 ,the ,master's work may make weary feet1 ,but it leaves the spirit glad4 ,,second4 ,no pleasant garden-toils were mine2 ,i have sat on the judgment-seat ,where the ,master sits above1 and calls ,the children around ,his feet4 ,,first4 ,how camest thou on the judgment-seat8 ,sweetheart1 who set thee there8 ',tis a lonely and lofty seat for thee1 ,and well might fill thee with care4 ,,second4 ,i climbed on the judgment-seat myself1 ,i have sat there alone all day1 ,for it grieved me to see the children around ,idling their life away4 ,,first4 ,and what didst thou on the judgment-seat1 ,sweetheart1 what didst thou there8 ,would the idlers heed thy childish voice8 ,did the garden mend for thy care8 ,,second4 ,nay1 that grieved me more2 ,i called and ,i cried1 ,but they left me there forlorn2 ,my voice was weak1 and they heeded not1 ,or they laughed my words to scorn4 ,,first4 ,ah1 the judgment-seat was not for thee1 ,the servants were not thine1 ,and the eyes which fix the praise and the blame ,see farther than thine or mine4 ,,second4 ,should ,i see the ,master's treasures lost1 ,the gifts that should feed his poor1 ,and not lift my voice--be it weak as it may-- ,and not be grievd sore8 ,,first4 ,but how fared thy garden-plot1 sweetheart1 ,whilst thou sat on the judgment-seat8 ,who watered thy roses and trained thy vines1 ,and kept them from careless feet8 ,,second4 ,nay1 that is saddest of all to me1 ,that is the saddest of all4 ,my vines are trailing1 my roses are parched4 ,my lilies droop and fall4 ,,first4 ,go back to thy garden-plot1 sweetheart1 ,go back till the evening falls1 ,and bind thy lilies and train thy vines ,till for thee the ,master calls4 ,go make thy garden fair as thou canst1 ,thou workest never alone2 ,perchance he whose plot is next to thine ,will see it and mend his own4 ,and the next shall copy his1 sweetheart1 ,till all grows fair and sweet2 ,and when the ,master comes at eve ,happy faces ,his coming shall greet4 ,then shall thy joy be full1 sweetheart1 ,in thy garden so fair to see1 ,in the ,master's voice of praise for all1 ,in a look of ,his own for thee4 ,,the ,,two ,,glasses4 ,c4 ,b4 ,a4 ,recitation for ,two ,students4 ,,first4 ,there sat two glasses filled to the brim ,on a rich man's table1 rim to rim2 ,one was ruddy and red as blood1 ,and one was as clear as the crystal flood4 ,said the glass of wine to the paler brother3 ,,second4 8,let us tell the tales of the past to each other2 ,i can tell of a banquet and revel and mirth1 ,where the proudest and grandest souls on earth ,fell under my touch as though struck by blight2 ,for ,i was a king1 and ,i ruled in might2 ,from the heads of kings ,i have torn the crown1 ,from the height of fame ,i have hurled men down1 ,i have blasted many an honored name2 ,i have taken virtue and given shame2 ,i have made the arm of the driver fail1 ,and sent the train from the iron rail2 ,i have made good ships go down at sea1 ,and the shrieks of the lost were sweet to me2 ,for they said1 #8,behold1 how great you be6 ,fame1 strength1 wealth1 genius before you fall1 ,and your might and power are over all4' ,ho6 ho6 pale brother10 laughed the wine1 8,can you boast of deeds as great as mine80 ,,first4 ,said the water-glass3 8,i cannot boast ,of a king dethroned1 or a murdered host2 ,but ,i can tell of a heart once sad1 ,by my crystal drops made light and glad2 ,of thirsts ,i've quenched1 and brows ,i've laved2 ,of hands ,i have cooled1 and souls ,i have saved2 ,i have slept in the sunshine and dropped from the sky1 ,and everywhere gladdened the landscape and eye2 ,i have eased the hot forehead of fever and pain1 ,i have made the parched meadows grow fertile with grain2 ,i can tell of the powerful wheel of the mill1 ,that ground out the flour and turned at my will2 ,i can tell of manhood debased by you1 ,that ,i have lifted and crowned anew4 ,i cheer1 ,i help1 ,i strengthen and aid2 ,i gladden the heart of man and maid2 ,i set the chained wine-captive free1 ,and all are better for knowing me40 ,,second4 ,these are the tales they told each other1 ,the glass of wine and its paler brother1 ,as they sat together1 filled to the brim1 ,on the rich man's table1 rim to rim4 ,,the ,,sorrow ,,of ,,the ,,sea4 ,concert4 ,i stood on the shore of the beautiful sea1 ,and the billows were rolling wild and free2 ,onward they came with unfailing force1 ,then backward turned in their restless course4 ,ever and ever they rose and fell1 ,with heaving and surging and mighty swell3 ,ever and ever sounded their roar1 ,foaming and dashing against the shore4 ,solo4 ,oh1 when shall the ocean's troubled breast ,calmly and quietly sink to rest8 ,when shall the waves' wild murmurs cease ,and the mighty waters be hushed in peace8 ,concert4 ,it cannot be quiet2 it cannot rest4 ,there must be heaving on ocean's breast1 ,the tide must ebb and the tide must flow ,while the changing seasons come and go4 ,oh1 strangely glorious1 beautiful sea1 ,sounding forever mysteriously1 ,why are thy billows still rolling on ,with that wild and sad and musical tone8 ,why is there never repose for thee ,o mighty1 murmuring1 sounding sea8 ,solo4 ,then the ocean's voice ,i seemed to hear1 ,mournfully1 solemnly sounding near1 ,telling of loved ones buried there1 ,of the dying shriek and the dying prayer2 ,telling of hearts still watching in vain ,for those who shall never come back again2 ,oh1 no6 the ocean can never rest ,with such secrets hidden within its breast4 ,but a day shall come1 a blessed day1 ,when earthly sorrow shall pass away1 ,when the hour of anguish shall turn to peace1 ,and even the roar of the waves shall cease4 ,concert4 ,but1 oh6 thou glorious1 beautiful sea1 ,there is health1 and joy1 and delight in thee4 ,solemnly1 sweetly1 ,i hear thy voice ,bidding me weep and yet rejoice3 ,weep for the loved ones buried beneath1 ,rejoice in ,him who has conquered death2 ,weep for the sorrowing1 tempest-tossed1 ,rejoice in ,him who has saved the lost2 ,weep for the sin and sorrow of strife1 ,rejoice in the hope of eternal life6 ,,the ,,death ,,of ,,our ,,almanac4 ,,rev4 ,,henry ,,ward ,,beecher4 ,selection for ,twelve ,students4 ,january4 ,darkness and light reign alike4 ,snow is on the ground1 cold is in the air4 ,the winter is blossoming in frost-flowers4 ,old sounds are silent in the forest and in the air4 ,insects are dead1 birds are gone1 leaves have perished4 ,so hath ,god wiped out the past2 so hath he spread the earth1 like an unwritten page1 for a new year4 ,february4 ,as the month wears on its silent work begins1 though storms rage4 ,the earth is hidden yet1 but not dead4 ,the sun is drawing near4 ,he whispers words of deliverance into the ears of every sleeping seed and root that lies beneath the snow4 ,the day opens1 but the night shuts the earth with its frost-lock2 but day steadily gains upon the night4 ,march4 ,the conflict is more turbulent1 but the victory is gained4 ,the world awakes4 ,there come voices from long-hidden birds4 ,the smell of the soil is in the air4 ,the sullen ice1 retreating from open field and all sunny places1 has slunk to the north of every fence and rock4 ,the knolls and banks that face the east or south sigh for release1 and begin to lift up a thousand tiny palms4 ,april4 ,the singing month4 ,many voices of many birds call for resurrection over the graves of flowers1 and they come forth4 ,go1 see what they have lost4 ,what have ice1 and snow1 and storm done unto them8 ,how did they fall into the earth1 stripped and bare8 ,how did they come forth1 opening and glorified8 ,is it1 then1 so fearful a thing to lie in the grave8 ,in its wild career1 shaking and scourged of storms through its orbit1 the earth has scattered away no treasures4 ,the ,hand that governs in ,april governed in ,january4 ,you have not lost what ,god has only hidden4 ,you lose nothing in struggle1 in trial1 in bitter distress4 ,may4 ,o ,flower-month6 perfect the harvests of flowers4 ,be not niggardly4 ,search out the cold and resentful nooks that refused the sun1 casting back its rays from disdainful ice1 and plant flowers even there4 ,there is goodness in the worst4 ,there is warmth in the coldest4 ,the silent1 hopeful1 unbreathing sun1 that will not fret or despond1 but carries a placid brow through the unwrinkled heavens1 at length conquers the very rocks1 and lichens grow and inconspicuously blossom4 ,what shall not ,time do1 that carries in its bosom ,love8 ,june4 ,rest6 ,this is the year's bower4 ,sit down within it4 ,the winds bring perfume1 the forests sing to thee1 the earth shows thee all her treasures4 ,the air is all sweetness4 ,the storms are but as flocks of mighty birds that spread their wings and sing in the high heaven4 ,the earth cries to the heavens1 8,god is here60 ,the heavens cry to the earth1 8,god is here60 ,the land claims him1 and his footsteps are upon the sea4 ,o sunny joys of sunny ,june1 how soon will you be scorched by the eager months coming burning from the equator6 ,july4 ,rouse up6 ,the temperate heats that filled the air are raging forward to glow and overfill the earth4 ,there are deep and unreached places for whose sake the probing sun pierces down its glowing hands4 ,the earth shall drink of the heat before she knows her nature or her strength4 ,then shall she bring forth to the uttermost the treasures of her bosom4 ,for there are things hidden far down1 and the deep things of life are not known till the fire reveals them4 ,august4 ,reign1 thou ,fire-month6 ,neither shalt thou destroy the earth which frosts and ice could not destroy4 ,the vines droop1 the trees stagger1 but every night the dew pities them4 ,this is the rejoicing month for joyful insects1 the most populous and the happiest month4 ,the air is resonant of insect orchestras1 each one carrying his part in nature's grand harmony4 ,august1 thou art the ripeness of the year1 the glowing center of the great circle4 ,september4 ,there are thoughts in thy heart of death4 ,thou art doing a secret work1 and heaping up treasures for another year4 ,the unborn infant-buds which thou art tending are more than all the living leaves4 ,thy robes are luxuriant1 but worn with softened pride4 ,more dear1 less beautiful than ,june1 thou art the heart's month4 ,not till the heats of summer are gone1 while all its growths remain1 do we know the fullness of life4 ,thy hands are stretched out1 and clasp the glowing palm of ,august1 and the fruit-smelling hand of ,october4 ,thou dividest them asunder1 and art thyself molded of them both4 ,october4 ,orchard of the year6 ,bend thy boughs to the earth1 redolent of glowing fruit6 ,ripened seeds shake in their pods4 ,apples drop in the stillest hours4 ,leaves begin to let go when no wind is out1 and swing in long waverings to the earth1 which they touch without sound1 and lie looking up1 till winds rake them and heap them in fence-corners4 ,when the gales come through the trees1 the yellow leaves trail1 like sparks at night behind the flying engine4 ,the woods are thinner1 so that we can see the heavens plainer1 as we lie dreaming on the yet warm moss by the singing spring4 ,the days are calm4 ,the nights are tranquil4 ,the year's work is done4 ,she walks in gorgeous apparel1 looking upon her long labor1 and her serene eye saith1 8,it is good40 ,november4 ,patient watcher1 thou art asking to lay down thy tasks4 ,life to thee1 now1 is only a task accomplished4 ,in the night-time thou liest down1 and the messengers of winter deck thee with hoar-frosts for thy burial4 ,the morning looks upon thy jewels1 and they perish while it gazes4 ,wilt thou not come1 ,o ,december8 ,december4 ,silently the month advances4 ,there is nothing to destroy1 but much to bury4 ,bury1 then1 thou snow1 that slumberously fallest through the still air1 the hedgerows of leaves6 ,muffle thy cold wool about the feet of shivering trees6 ,bury all that the year hath known1 and let thy brilliant stars1 that never shine as they do in thy frostiest nights1 behold the work6 ,but know1 ,o month of destruction1 that in thy constellation is set that ,star whose rising is the sign1 for evermore1 that there is life in death6 ,thou art the month of resurrection4 ,in thee the ,christ came4 ,every star that looks down upon thy labor and toil of burial knows that all things shall come forth again4 ,storms shall sob themselves to sleep4 ,silence shall find a voice4 ,death shall live1 ,life shall rejoice1 ,winter shall break forth and blossom into ,spring1 ,spring shall put on her glorious apparel and be called ,summer4 ,it is life6 it is life6 through the whole year6 ,,two ,,epitaphs4 ,the following can be read by a class in concert1 or by two sections of a class4 ,it is a fine exercise in transition from soft to loud ,force1 slow to quick ,time1 low to high ,pitch1 minor to major ,inflection4 ,i4 8,think of ,death60 the grave-stones say1-- 8,peace to ,life's mad striving60 ,,ii4 ,but the church-yard daisies1--8,nay1 ,think of ,living60 8,think of ,life60 the sunbeams say1 ,o'er the dial flying2 ,i4 ,but the slanting shadows1--8,nay1 ,think of ,dying60 8,think of ,death60 the night birds say1 ,on the storm-blast driving2 ,,ii4 ,but the building swallows1--8,nay1 ,think of ,living60 8,think of ,life60 the broad winds say1 ,through the old trees sighing2 ,i4 ,but the whirling leaf-dance1--8,nay1 ,think of ,dying60 8,think of ,death60 the sad bells say1 ,fateful record giving2 ,,ii4 ,clash the merry ,yule-peal1--8,nay1 ,think of ,living60 ,concert4 ,dying1 ,living1 glad or loath1 ,on ,god's ,rood relying2 ,pray ,he fit us all for both-- ,living1 ,dying6 ,from the ,german4 ,,the ,,cataract ,,of ,,lodore4 ,,robert ,,southey4 ,for ,solo and ,concert ,recitation4 ,variations in ,force1 ,time1 ,pitch1 ,quality1 ,staccato and ,legato effect1 to be made according to the idea expressed by the different words4 ,solo4 8,how does the water come down at ,lodore80 ,my little boy asked me ,thus1 once on a time1 ,and moreover he tasked me ,to tell him in rhyme4 ,anon at the word ,there first came one daughter1 ,and then came another ,to second and third ,the request of their brother1 ,and to hear how the water came down at ,lodore1 ,so ,i told them in rhyme1 for of rhymes ,i had store1 ,and 'twas in my vocation ,for their recreation1 ,that so ,i should sing2 ,because ,i was ,laureate to them and the ,king4 ,solo4 ,from its sources which well ,in the tarn on the fell2 ,through moss and through brake ,it runs and it creeps ,for a while till it sleeps ,in its own little lake2 ,it runs through the reeds and away it proceeds ,through meadow and glade1 in sun and in shade1 ,and through the wood-shelter1 among crags in its flurry ,helter-skelter1 hurry-skurry6 ,the cataract strong then plunges along1 ,striking and raging as if a war waging ,its caverns and rocks among4 ,concert4 ,rising and leaping1 ,sinking and creeping1 ,flying and flinging1 ,writhing and ringing1 ,spouting and frisking1 ,turning and twisting1-- ,solo4 ,dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound4 ,concert4 ,and shocking and rocking1 ,and darting and parting1 ,and rattling and battling1 ,and shaking and quaking1 ,and pouring and roaring1 ,and waving and raving1 ,and dropping and hopping1 ,and working and jerking1 ,and moaning and groaning4 ,and falling and brawling and sprawling1 ,and sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling1 ,and sounding and bounding and rounding1 ,and bubbling and rumbling and tumbling1 ,and clattering and battering and shattering4 ,and rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing1 ,and flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping1 ,and curling and whirling and furling and twirling1 ,and thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping1 ,and dashing and flashing and splashing and crashing-- ,solo4 ,and so never ending1 but always descending1 ,sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending ,all at once1 and all o'er1 with a mighty uproar1 ,and this way the water comes down at ,lodore4 ,,cavalry ,,song4 ,,edmund ,c4 ,,stedman4 ,for ,boys' ,recitation4 ,i4 ,our good steeds snuff the winter air1 ,our pulses with their purpose tingle2 ,the foeman's fires are twinkling there2 ,he leaps to hear our sabers jingle4 ,,halt6 ,each carbine send its whizzing ball2 ,now cling6 clang6 forward1 all1 ,into the fight6 ,,ii4 ,dash on beneath the smoking dome2 ,through level lightnings gallop nearer6 ,one look to ,heaven4 ,no thoughts of home2 ,the guidons that we bear are dearer4 ,,charge6 ,cling6 clang6 forward1 all6 ,heaven help those whose horses fall6 ,cut left and right6 ,,iii4 ,they flee before our fierce attack6 ,they fall6 they spread in broken surges4 ,now1 comrades1 bear our wounded back1 ,and leave the foeman to his dirges4 ,,wheel6 ,the bugles sound the swift recall2 ,cling6 clang6 backward1 all6 ,home1 and good-night6 ,,recitations ,,for ,,music4 ,,the ,,angelus4 ,,frances ,l4 ,,mace4 ,for pianissimo musical accompaniment4 ,ring soft across the dying day1 ,angelus6 ,across the amber-tinted bay1 ,the meadow flushed with sunset ray1-- ,ring out1 and float1 and melt away1 ,angelus4 ,the day of toil seems long ago1 ,angelus2 ,while through the deepening vesper glow1 ,far up where holy lilies blow1 ,thy beckoning bell-notes rise and flow1 ,angelus4 ,through dazzling curtains of the west1 ,angelus6 ,we see a shrine in roses dressed1 ,and lifted high in vision blest1 ,our very heart-throb is confessed1 ,angelus4 ,oh1 has an angel touched the bell1 ,angelus8 ,for now upon its parting swell ,all sorrow seems to sing farewell1 ,there falls a peace no words can tell1 ,angelus6 ,,hope',s ,,song4 ,,helen ,m4 ,,winslow4 ,the golden dreams of youth ,assume a guise of truth ,which age keeps never1 ,for ,hope's voice singeth ever1 8,oh1 youth and strong endeavor1 ,can win the highest good forever40 ,love's subtle intuition ,divines life's glad fruition1 ,distrusting never2 ,and sweetly ,hope sings ever1 8,true love and sweet endeavor ,shall hold the highest good forever40 ,love's sacred tryst is broken1 ,heart-breaking words are spoken ,her bonds to sever2 ,but still ,hope singeth ever1 8,brave heart and strong endeavor ,must find the highest good forever40 ,pale hands are crossed in death2 ,gone is the quivering breath2 ,and still a low voice never ,stops echoing1 echoing ever1 8,brave heart and strong endeavor ,have won the highest good forever40 ,,the ,,sunrise ,,never ,,failed ,,us ,,yet4 ,,mrs4 ,,celia ,,thaxter4 ,upon the sadness of the sea ,the sunset broods regretfully2 ,from the far1 lonely spaces1 slow ,withdraws the wistful after-glow4 ,so out of life the splendor dies2 ,so darken all the happy skies2 ,so gathers twilight1 cold and stern-- ,but overhead the planets burn4 ,and up the east another day ,shall chase the bitter dark away2 ,what though our eyes with tears be wet8 ,the sunrise never failed us yet6 ,the blush of dawn may yet restore ,our light1 and hope1 and joy1 once more4 ,sad soul1 take comfort1 nor forget ,that sunrise never failed us yet6 ,a ,,winter ,,song4 ,with light1 running staccato and legato accompaniments4 ,oh1 summer has the roses ,and the laughing1 light south wind1 ,and the merry meadows lined ,with dewy1 dancing posies2 ,but winter has the sprites ,and the witching frosty nights4 ,oh1 summer has the splendor ,of the corn-fields wide and deep1 ,where the scarlet poppies sleep ,and wary shadows wander2 ,but winter fields are rare ,with diamonds everywhere4 ,oh1 summer has the wild bees1 ,and the ringing1 singing note ,in the robin's tuneful throat1 ,and the leaf-talk in the trees2 ,but winter has the chime ,of the merry ,christmas time4 ,oh1 summer has the luster ,of the sunbeams warm and bright1 ,and rains that fall at night ,where reeds and lilies cluster2 ,but deep in winter's snow ,the fires of ,christmas glow4 ,st4 ,nicholas4 ,,the ,,concert ,,rehearsal4 ,,wolstan ,,dixey4 ,oh1 it was a musical old ,beetle6 ,and oh1 it was a honey-throated ,bee6 ,but the dandified young ,hopper1 ,he couldn't sing it proper1 ,and the ,cricket--out of tune was he4 ,they sung and they sung1 ,and the harebells swung ,a tinkling obligato in the breeze2 ,while the ,beetle1 singing-master1 ,tried to make them sing it faster1 ,by patting off the tempo on his knees4 ,and oh6 it was a ,robin overheard them1 ,who happened out a-walking in the glade1 ,and he laughed in every feather ,when they tried to sing together ,at the funny little noises that they made4 ,he listened and he listened1 ,and his eyes they fairly glistened ,as the ,bee so sweetly bumbled out the air2 ,but the ,cricket struck another1 ,and the ,robin thought he'd smother ,trying not to let them know that he was there4 ,then oh1 the ,bee declared that 8,it was shameful60 ,and angrily sipped honey from a comb2 8,she was ruining her throat ,and wouldn't sing another note ,until the others studied it at home60 ,the ,cricket said that he ,never could keep in the key ,when the wind was blowing that way from the south1 ,and young ,hopper made excuses ,in reply to these abuses1 ,that he had too much molasses in his mouth4 ,then oh6 the beetle-headed old conductor ,arose and made a few remarks in turn2 8,the soprano is so vicious ,and affairs so unpropitious1 ,the best thing we can do is to adjourn4 8,taking everything together1 ,the molasses and the weather1 ,and the fact that we can't any of us sing1 ,there is quite sufficient reason ,that we wait another season ,and postpone our little concert till the spring60 ,,rock ,,of ,,ages4 ,the quoted words can be either sung or recited4 ,the melody should be played through once before the beginning of the recitation4 ,the accompaniment1 pianissimo1 should run through the entire poem1 being definite1 and piano only on the quoted lines4 8,rock of ages1 cleft for me10 ,thoughtlessly the maiden sung1 ,fell the words unconsciously ,from her girlish1 gleeful tongue2 ,sang as little children sing2 ,sang as sing the birds in ,june2 ,fell the words like light leaves down ,on the current of the tune-- 8,rock of ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee40 8,let me hide myself in ,thee10-- ,felt her soul no need to hide2 ,sweet the song as song could be1 ,and she had no thought beside4 ,all the words unheedingly ,fell from lips untouched by care1 ,dreaming not that they might be ,on some other lips a prayer-- 8,rock of ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee40 8,rock of ages1 cleft for me10 ',twas a woman sung them now1 ,pleadingly and prayerfully2 ,every word her heart did know4 ,rose the song1 as a storm-tossed bird ,beats with weary wings the air2 ,every note with sorrow stirred-- ,every syllable a prayer-- 8,rock of ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee40 8,rock of ages1 cleft for me10 ,lips grown aged sung the hymn ,trustingly and tenderly-- ,voice grown weak and eyes grown dim4 8,let me hide myself in ,thee10 ,trembling though the voice and low1 ,rose the sweet strain peacefully ,like a river in its flow4 ,sang as only they can sing ,who life's thorny paths have passed2 ,sang as only they can sing ,who behold the promised rest-- 8,rock of ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee40 8,rock of ages1 cleft for me10 ,sung above a coffin-lid2 ,underneath all restfully ,all life's joys and sorrows hid4 ,nevermore1 ,o storm-tossed soul1 ,nevermore1 from wind or tide1 ,nevermore from billows' roll ,wilt thou need thyself to hide4 ,could the sightless1 sunken eyes1 ,closed beneath the soft gray hair1 ,could the mute and stiffened lips ,move again in pleading prayer-- ,still1 aye still1 the words would be1 8,let me hide myself in ,thee40 ,,poets' ,,birthdays4 ,,the ,,blessing ,,of ,,the ,,poets4--,i think it a very great boon which ,heaven bestows on any nation when it sends a real poet among the people1 like ,longfellow or ,whittier4 ,i can't understand why we take the gift so coldly4 ,in some of the poems of ,whittier you can almost hear the rustling of the leaves of the old family ,bible1 and in ,longfellow's lines you can listen to the rain on your roof1 as you heard it while lying in your chamber in your childhood4 ,it really seems to me that the whole poetic atmosphere of our time has been filled with a new fragrance by ,whittier and ,longfellow4 ,they have taught us to prize afresh the loftiest virtues and the lowliest charities4 ,well may they indeed be called 8,our ,poets of the ,household40 ,you may call them primary or secondary1 if you choose2 but their motive-power remains unquenchable and unchallengeable1 and their words are graven in the hearts all over the human world4--,,james ,t4 ,,fields4 ,,william ,,cullen ,,bryant4 ,born ,nov4 #c1 #agid4 ,died ,june #ab1 #ahgh4 ,,william ,,cullen ,,bryant4 ,,fitz-,,greene ,,halleck4 ,bryant1 whose songs are thoughts that bless ,the heart1--its teachers and its joy1-- ,as mothers blend with their caress ,lessons of truth and gentleness ,and virtue for the listening boy4 ,spring's lovelier flowers for many a day ,have blossomed on his wandering way2 ,beings of beauty and decay1 ,they slumber in their autumn tomb2 ,but those that graced his own ,green ,river ,and wreathed the lattice of his home1 ,charmed by his song from mortal doom1 ,bloom on1 and will bloom on forever4 99 99 99 99 99 ,bryant had a wonderful memory4 ,his familiarity with the ,english poets was such that when at sea1 where he was always too ill to read much1 he would beguile the time by reciting page after page from favorite poems4 ,he assured me that however long the voyage1 he had never exhausted his resources4 ,he was scarcely less familiar with the languages and literatures of ,germany1 ,france and ,spain1 ,greece and ,rome4 ,he spoke all living languages except the ,greek with facility and correctness4--,,john ,,bigelow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the name of ,bryant cannot be mentioned by any friend to ,american letters without respect as well as admiration4 ,the hold that he has on the profoundest feelings of his countrymen is to be referred to the genuineness1 delicacy1 depth1 and purity of his sentiment4 ,he is so genuine that he testifies to nothing in scenery or human life of which he has not had a direct personal consciousness4 ,he follows the primitive bias of his nature rather than the caprices of fancy4 ,his compositions always leave the impression of having been born1 not manufactured or made4--,,edwin ,p4 ,,whipple4 99 99 99 99 99 ,it is the glory of this man that his character outshone even his great talent and his large fame4 ,distinguished equally for his native gifts and his consummate culture1 his poetic inspiration and his exquisite art1 he is honored and loved to-day even more for his stainless purity of life1 his unswerving rectitude of will1 his devotion to the higher interests of his race1 his unfeigned patriotism1 and his broad humanity4--,,rev4 ,,henry ,w4 ,,bellows4 99 99 99 99 99 ,when ,cooper died1 the restless city paused to hear ,bryant's words of praise and friendship4 ,when ,irving followed ,cooper1 all hearts turned to ,bryant4 ,now ,bryant has followed ,cooper and ,irving1 the last of that early triumvirate of ,american literature4 ,the broad and simple outline of his character and career had become universally familiar like a mountain or the sea4 ,a patriarch of our literature1 the oldest of our poets1 he felt the magic of human sympathy1 the impulse of his country1 the political genius of his race1 and was a public political leader4--,,george ,,william ,,curtis4 ,a ,,bryant ,,alphabet4 ,alike1 beneath thine eye1 ,the deeds of darkness and of light are done2 ,high towards the star-lit sky ,towns blaze1 the smoke of battle blots the sun4 ,hymn to the ,north ,star4 ,beneath the forest's skirt ,i rest1 ,whose branching pines rise dark and high1 ,and hear the breezes of the ,west ,among the thread-like foliage sigh4 ,the ,west ,wind4 ,calm rose afar the city spires1 and thence ,came the deep murmur of its throng of men2 ,and as its grateful odors met thy sense1 ,they seemed the perfumes of thy native fen4 ,to a ,mosquito4 ,darker--still darker6 the whirlwinds bear ,the dust of the plains to the middle air2 ,and hark to the crashing1 long and loud1 ,of the chariot of ,god1 in the thunder-cloud6 ,the ,hurricane4 ,enough of drought has parched the year1 and scared ,the land with dread of famine4 ,autumn1 yet1 ,shall make men glad with unexpected fruits4 ,the ,conjunction of ,jupiter and ,venus4 ,far back in the ages1 ,the plow with wreaths was crowned2 ,the hands of kings and sages ,entwined the chaplet round4 ,ode for an ,agricultural ,celebration4 ,glide on in your beauty1 ye youthful spheres1 ,to weave the dance that measures the years2 ,glide on1 in the glory and gladness sent ,to the furthest wall of the firmament4 ,song of the ,stars4 ,hear1 ,father1 hear thy faint afflicted flock ,cry to thee1 from the desert and the rock2 ,while those who seek to slay thy children1 hold ,blasphemous worship under roofs of gold4 ,hymn of the ,waldenses4 ,i know where the timid fawn abides ,in the depths of the shaded dell1 ,where the leaves are broad1 and the thicket hides ,from the eye of the hunter well4 ,an ,indian ,story4 ,journeying1 in long serenity1 away ,in such a bright1 late quiet1 would that ,i ,might wear out life like thee6 ,october4 ,knit they the gentle ties which long ,these ,sister ,states were proud to wear1 ,and forged the kindly links so strong ,for idle hands in sport to tear8 ,not ,yet4 ,lament who will1 in fruitless tears1 ,the speed with which our moments fly2 ,i sigh not over vanished years1 ,but watch the years that hasten by4 ,the ,lapse of ,time4 ,might but a little part1 ,a wandering breath1 of that high melody ,descend into my heart1 ,and change it till it be ,transformed and swallowed up1 ,o love1 in thee6 ,the ,life of the ,blessed4 ,not from the sands or cloven rocks1 ,thou rapid ,arve6 thy waters flow2 ,nor earth1 within her bosom1 locks ,thy dark unfathomed wells below4 ,to the ,river ,arve4 ,oh1 deem not they are blest alone ,whose lives a peaceful tenor keep2 ,the ,power who pities man has shown ,a blessing for the eyes that weep4 8,blessed are they that ,mourn40 ,peace to the just man's memory2 let it grow ,greener with years1 and blossom through the flight ,of ages4 ,the ,ages4 ----the great deep ,quivered and shook1 as shakes the glimmering air ,above a furnace4 ,sella4 ,raise1 then1 the hymn to ,death4 ,deliverer6 ,god hath anointed thee to free the oppressed ,and crush the oppressor4 ,hymn to ,death4 ,seek'st thou the plashy brink ,of weedy lake1 or marge of river wide1 ,or where the rocking billows rise and sink ,on the chafed ocean side8 ,to a ,waterfall4 ,thou unrelenting ,past6 ,strong are the barriers round thy dark domain ,and fetters1 sure and fast1 ,hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign4 ,the ,past4 ,upon the mountain's distant head ,with trackless snows forever white1 ,where all is still1 and cold1 and dead1 ,late shines the day's departing light4 8,upon the ,mountain's ,distant ,head40 ,violets spring in the soft ,may shower2 ,there1 in the summer breezes1 wave ,crimson phlox and moccasin flower4 ,the ,maiden's ,sorrow4 ,welcome to grasp of friendly hands2 to prayers ,offered where crowds in reverent worship come ,or softly breathed amid the tender cares ,and loving inmates of thy quiet home4 ,the ,life that ,is4 ,alexis calls me cruel2 ,the rifted crags that hold ,the gathered ice of winter1 ,he says1 are not more cold4 ,song from the ,spanish4 ,yet these sweet sounds of the early season ,and these fair sights of its sunny days1 ,are only sweet when we fondly listen1 ,and only fair when we fondly gaze4 ,an ,invitation to the ,country4 ,leave ,zelinda altogether1 ,whom thou leavest oft and long1 ,and in the life thou lovest ,forget whom thou dost wrong4 ,the ,alcayde of ,molina4 ,,the ,,third ,,of ,,november4 ,on my cornice linger the ripe1 black grapes ungathered2 ,children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee1 ,gathering tawny chestnuts1 and shouting when beside them ,drop the heavy fruit of the tall black walnut tree4 ,glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson1 ,yet our full-leaved willows are in their freshest green1 ,such a kindly autumn1 so mercifully dealing ,with the growths of summer1 ,i never yet have seen4 ,like this kindly season may life's decline come o'er me2 ,past is manhood's summer1 the frosty months are here2 ,yet be genial airs1 and a pleasant sunshine left me1 ,leaf1 and fruit1 and blossom1 to mark the closing year4 ,,the ,,night ,,journey ,,of ,a ,,river4 ,o darkling ,river6 ,through the night ,i hear ,thy wavelets rippling on the pebbly beach2 ,i hear thy current stir the rustling sedge ,that skirts thy bed2 thou intermittest not ,thine everlasting journey1 drawing on ,a silvery train from many a woodland spring ,and mountain brook4 ,the dweller by thy side1 ,who moored his little boat upon thy beach1 ,though all the waters that upbore it then ,have slid away o'er night1 shall find1 at noon ,thy channels filled with waters freshly drawn ,from distant cliffs and hollows1 where the rill ,comes up amid the water-flags4 ,all night ,thou givest moisture to the thirsty roots ,of the lithe willow and overhanging plane1 ,and cherishest the herbage of thy bank1 ,spotted with little flowers1 and sendeth up ,perpetually the vapors from thy face1 ,to steep the hills with dew1 or darken heaven ,with drifting clouds1 that trail the shadowy shower4 ,,the ,,hurricane4 ,lord of the winds6 ,i feel thee nigh1 ,i know thy breath in the burning sky6 ,and ,i wait1 with a thrill in every vein1 ,for the coming of the hurricane6 ,and lo6 on the wing of the heavy gales1 ,through the boundless arch of heaven he sails4 ,silent and slow1 and terribly strong1 ,the mighty shadow is borne along1 ,like the dark eternity to come2 ,while the world below1 dismayed and dumb1 ,through the calm of the thick1 hot atmosphere ,looks up at its gloomy folds with fear4 99 99 99 99 99 ,he is come6 he is come6 ,do ye not behold ,his ample robes on the wind unrolled8 ,giant of air6 we bid thee hail6-- ,how his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale6 ,how his huge and writhing arms are bent ,to clasp the zone of the firmament1 ,and fold1 at length1 in their dark embrace1 ,from mountain to mountain the visible space6 ,darker--still darker6 the whirlwinds bear ,the dust of the plains to the middle air2 ,and hark to the crashing1 long and loud1 ,of the chariot of ,god in the thunder-cloud6 ,you may trace its path by the flashes that start ,from the rapid wheels where'er they dart1 ,as the fire-bolts leap to the world below1 ,and flood the skies with a lurid glow4 ,,green ,,river4 ,yet pure its waters--its shallows are bright ,with colored pebbles and sparkles of light1 ,and clear the depth where its eddies play1 ,and dimples deepen and whirl away1 ,and the plane-tree's speckled arms o'ershoot ,the swifter current that mines its root1 ,through whose shifting waves as you walk the hill1 ,the quivering glimmer of sun and rill ,with a sudden flash on the eye is thrown1 ,like the ray that streams from the diamond stone6 ,oh1 loveliest there the spring days come1 ,with blossoms1 and birds1 and wild bees' hum2 ,the flowers of summer are fairest there1 ,and freshest the breath of the summer air2 ,and sweetest the golden autumn day ,in silence and sunshine glides away4 ,,the ,,violet4 ,when birchen buds begin to swell1 ,and woods the bluebirds' warble know1 ,the little violet's modest bell ,peeps from the last year's leaves below4 ,oft in the sunless ,april day ,thy early smile has stayed my walk2 ,but midst the gorgeous blooms of ,may ,i passed thee on thy humble stalk4 ,so they who climb to wealth forget ,the friends in darker fortunes tried2 ,i copied them1 but ,i regret ,that ,i should ape the ways of pride4 ,,ralph ,,waldo ,,emerson4 ,born ,may #be1 #ahjc4 ,died ,april #bg1 #ahhb4 ,,emerson4 ,,mrs4 ,e4 ,c4 ,,kinney4 ,dear ,nature's child1 he nestled close to her6 ,she to his heart had whispered deeper things ,than science from the wells of learning brings4 ,his still small voice the human soul could stir1 ,for ,nature made him her interpreter4 ,and gave her favorite son far-reaching wings2 ,he soared and sang as ,heaven's lark only sings1 ,devout in praise1 ,truth's truest worshiper4 ,with eyes anointed1 in his upward flight ,he quick discerned what was divine in men1 ,reading the humblest spirit's tongue aright4 ,o ,prophet1 ,poet1 ,leader6 in thy light ,how many saw beyond their natural ken1 ,who follow now the star that led thee then6 99 99 99 99 99 ,emerson's writings call for thought in the reader4 ,they demand that one should stop and ask questions1 should translate what one has read into one's own ordinary speech1 and inquire again if it is true4 ,no one should read ,emerson who is not willing to have his own weakness disclosed to him1 and who is not prepared also to test what he finds by a standard which is above both writer and reader4--,,horace ,e4 ,,scudder4 99 99 99 99 99 ,there are living organisms so transparent that we can see their hearts beating and their blood flowing through their glassy tissues4 ,so transparent was the life of ,emerson2 so clearly did the true nature of the man show through it4 ,what he taught others to be he was himself4 ,his deep and sweet humanity won him love and reverence everywhere among those whose natures were capable of responding to the highest manifestations of character4--,,oliver ,,wendell ,,holmes4 99 99 99 99 99 ,though ,emerson had reached a great age1 we were not ready to part with him4 ,he was an important friend1 companion1 kinsman1 fellow-citizen1 to the last2 a wayfarer everybody was glad to meet2 one whose enemy none could continue to be2 a charmer whose spell was not to be escaped4 ,with his imagination for an eye1 ,emerson was a perceiver1 and he respected perception in himself and others1 being as quick and glad to quote their perceptions as to announce his own4 ,he notes1 cites1 and lauds every scrap of insight1 or ripple of tidings over the ocean that heaves from the unknown shore towards which he sails4--,,rev4 ,c4 ,a4 ,,bartol4 99 99 99 99 99 ,emerson's faith in ,america is justified whether we trust in the capacities of the individual soul1 or whether our expectation grows from the promises of a new civilization4 ,america brings together the races of the world as no nation or time ever did before1 and ,emerson's hope for ,america may yet be justified by a literature in harmony with the new time4--,,george ,,willis ,,cooke4 99 99 99 99 99 ,long1 long had we heard in ,india of his name and reputation4 ,we wondered what manner of man he was4 ,when at last ,i landed on your continent1 how glad ,i should have been to sit at his feet and unfold before him the tale of our woe and degradation6 ,but he had gone to his rest1 and instead of touching his warm hand which had blessed so many pilgrims1 ,i could but kiss the cold dust of his nameless grave at the ,concord cemetery4--,,protap ,,chunder ,,mozoomdar4 ,,an ,,emerson ,,alphabet4 ,all right activity is amiable4 ,i never feel that any man occupies my place1 but that the reason why ,i do not have what ,i wish is1 that ,i want the faculty which entitles4 ,all spiritual or real power makes its own place4--,aristocracy4 ,by right or wrong1 ,lands and goods go to the strong1 ,property will brutely draw ,still to the proprietor2 ,silver to silver creep and wind1 ,and kind to kind4 ,the ,celestial ,love4 ,come see the northwind's masonry3 ,out of an unseen quarry evermore ,furnished with tile1 the fierce artificer ,curves his white bastions with projected roof4 ,the ,snow-storm4 ,do not spare to put novels into the hands of young people as an occasional holiday and experiment2 but1 above all1 good poetry in all kinds1 epic1 tragedy1 lyric4--,education4 ,europe has always owed to ,oriental genius its divine impulses4 ,what those holy bards said1 all sane men found agreeable and true4--,address to ,divinity ,students4 ,for ,nature ever faithful is ,to such as trust her faithfulness4 ,woodnotes4 ,gentle pilgrim1 if thou know ,the gamut old of ,pan1 ,and how the hills began1 ,the frank blessings of the hill ,fall on thee1 as fall they will4 ,monadnoc4 ,he is great who confers the most benefits4 ,he is base--and that is the one base thing in the universe--to receive favors and render none4--,compensation4 ,insect lover of the sun1 ,joy of thy dominion2 ,sailor of the atmosphere1 ,swimmer through the waves of air4 ,the ,humble-bee4 ,jesus astonishes and overpowers sensual people4 ,they cannot unite ,him to history1 or reconcile ,him with themselves4--,history4 ,knowest thou that wove yon wood-bird's nest ,of leaves1 and feathers from her breast8 ,or how the fish outbuilt her shell1 ,painting with morn each annual shell8 ,the ,problem4 ,let a man control the habit of expense4 ,let him see that as much wisdom may be expended on a private economy as on an empire1 and as much wisdom be drawn from it4--,prudence4 ,man was made of solid earth1 ,child and brother from his birth2 ,tethered by a liquid cord ,of blood through veins of kindred poured4 ,the ,celestial ,love4 ,no man can learn what he has not preparation for learning1 however near to his eyes is the object4 ,a chemist may tell his most precious secrets to a carpenter1 and he shall never be the wiser4--,spiritual ,laws4 ,one harvest from thy field ,homeward brought the oxen strong2 ,a second crop thine acres yield ,which ,i gather in a song4 ,the ,apology4 ,people say sometimes1 8,see what ,i have overcome2 see how cheerful ,i am2 see how completely ,i have triumphed over these black events40 ,not if they still remind me of the black event4--,circles4 ,queen of things6 ,i dare not die ,in ,being's deeps past ear and eye2 ,lest there ,i find the same deceiver ,and be the sport of ,fate forever4 ,ode to ,beauty4 ,river and rose and crag and bird1 ,frost and sun and eldest night1 ,to me their aid preferred1 ,to me their comfort plight4 ,hermione4 ,spartans1 stoics1 heroes1 saints1 and gods use a short and positive speech4 ,they are never off their centers4 ,as soon as they swell and paint and find truth not enough for them1 softening of the brain has already begun4--,the ,superlative4 ,teach me your mood1 ,o patient stars6 ,who climb each night the ancient sky1 ,leaving on space no shade1 no scars1 ,no trace of age1 no fear to die4 ,the ,poet4 ,upborne and surrounded as we are by this all-creating nature1 soft and fluid as a cloud or the air1 why should we be such hard pedants and magnify a few forms8--,history4 ,virtue runs before the ,muse1 ,and defies her skill2 ,she is rapt1 and doth refuse ,to wait a painters will4 ,loss and ,gain4 ,wise1 cultivated1 genial conversation is the last flower of civilization1 and the best result which life has to offer us1--a cup for gods1 which has no repentance4 ,conversation is our account of ourselves4--,woman4 ,,extract ,,from 8,,compensation40 ,the history of persecution is a history of endeavors to cheat nature1 to make water run up-hill1 to twist a rope of sand4 ,it makes no difference whether the actors be many or one1 a tyrant or a mob4 ,the martyr cannot be dishonored4 ,every lash inflicted is a tongue of flame2 every prison1 a more illustrious abode2 every burned book or house enlightens the world2 every suppressed or expunged word reverberates through the earth from side to side4 ,hours of sanity and consideration are always arriving to communities as to individuals1 when the truth is seen1 and the martyrs are justified4 ,,the ,,concord ,,fight4 ,by the rude bridge that arched the flood1 ,their flag to ,april's breeze unfurled4 ,here once the embattled farmers stood ,and fired the shot heard round the world4 ,the foe has long in silence slept3 ,alike the conqueror silent sleeps2 ,and time the ruined bridge has swept ,down the dark stream which seaward creeps4 ,on this green bank1 by this soft stream1 ,we set to-day a votive stone1 ,that memory may their deed redeem1 ,when like our sires our sons are gone4 ,,extract ,,from 8,,works ,,and ,,days40 ',tis a fine fable for the advantage of character over talent1 the ,greek legend of the strife of ,jove and ,phbus4 ,phbus challenged the gods and said1 8,who will outshoot the far-darting ,apollo80 ,zeus said1 8,i will40 ,mars shook the lots in his helmet1 and that of ,apollo leaped out first4 ,apollo stretched his bow and shot his arrow into the extreme west4 ,then ,zeus arose1 and with one stride cleared the whole distance1 and said1 8,where shall ,i shoot8 ,there is no space left40 ,so the bowman's prize was adjudged to him who drew no bow4 ,,art4 ,give to barrows1 trays1 and pans ,grace and glimmer of romance2 ,bring the moonlight into noon ,hid in gleaming piles of stone2 ,on the city's pavd street ,plant gardens lined with lilac sweet1 ,let spouting fountains cool the air1 ,singing in the sun-baked square2 ,let statue1 picture1 park1 and hall1 ,ballad1 flag1 and festival1 ,the past restore1 the day adorn1 ,and make each morrow a new morn4 ',tis the privilege of ,art ,thus to play its cheerful part4 ,,the ,,rhodora4 ,rhodora6 if the sages ask thee why ,this charm is wasted on the earth and sky1 ,tell them1 dear1 that if eyes were made for seeing ,then beauty is its own excuse for being4 ,why thou wert there1 ,o rival of the rose6 ,i never thought to ask2 ,i never knew1 ,but in my simple ignorance suppose ,the self-same ,power that brought me here1 brought you4 ,,oliver ,,wendell ,,holmes4 ,born ,aug4 #bi1 #ahji4 ,,our ,,autocrat4 ,,john ,g4 ,,whittier4 ,his laurels fresh from song and lay1 ,romance and art1 so young withal ,at heart1 we scarcely dare to say ,we keep his seventieth festival4 ,his still the keen analysis ,of men and moods1 electric wit1 ,free play of mirth1 and tenderness ,to heal the slightest wound from it4 ,and his the pathos touching all ,life's sins and sorrows and regrets1 ,its hopes and fears1 its final call ,and rest beneath the violets4 ,his sparkling surface scarce betrays ,the thoughtful tide beneath it rolled2 ,the wisdom of the latter days ,and tender memories of the old4 ,though now unnumbered guests surround ,the table that he rules at will1 ,its autocrat1 however crowned1 ,is but our friend and comrade still4 ,long may he live to sing for us ,the songs that stay the flight of time1 ,and like his ,chambered ,nautilus1 ,to holier heights of beauty climb4 ,dec4 #c1 #ahgi4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i think that none of us can understand the meaning and scope of ,dr4 ,holmes's writings unless we have observed that the main work of his life has been to study and teach an exact science1 the noble science of anatomy4 ,and let us honor him to-day1 not forgetting1 as they can never be forgotten1 his poems1 his essays1 as a noble representative of the profession of the scientific student and teacher4--,,charles ,w4 ,,eliot4 99 99 99 99 99 ,what one does easily is apt to be his forte1 though years may pass before he finds this out4 ,holmes's early pieces1 mostly college-verse1 were better of their kind than those of a better kind written in youth by some of his contemporaries4 ,the humbler the type1 the sooner the development4 ,the young poet had the aid of a suitable habitat2 life at ,harvard was the precise thing to bring out his talent4 ,there was nothing of the hermit-thrush in him2 his temper was not of the withdrawing and reflective kind1 nor moodily introspective1--it throve on fellowship1 and he looked to his mates for an audience as readily as they to him for a toast-master4--,,frances ,h4 ,,underwood4 99 99 99 99 99 ,one finds nowhere in ,holmes's volumes crude and unformed thoughts4 ,he writes as clearly as he thinks4 ,his sentences come from his pen clean-cut4 ,the language of his prose is pure classical ,english4 ,his style is simple1 direct1 forcible2 affluent1 in the sense that it apparently never fails to come spontaneously at need1 and in the fittest form2 but not exuberant to the obscuring of the thought4 ,whether he be discussing a medical thesis or reading a lyric to classmates and literary friends at an anniversary dinner1 or sketching character in the romance1 or playing the autocrat at the breakfast-table1 it is sure to be found acting effectively on those who hear or read them4--,,rev4 ,,ray ,,palmer4 99 99 99 99 99 ,it is as a writer of humorous poetry that ,holmes excels4 ,his non-humorous poems are full of beautiful passages1 as we shall see1 but they have not the same unique flavor of originality4 ,in one of the great ,london papers it was editorially stated1 not long since1 that no contemporary ,american writer had so amused and instructed the insular mind as ,holmes had done4 ,the one most charming feature of his printed and spoken conversation is that he establishes a relation of sympathy between himself and his listeners1 by expressing for them those common1 every-day thoughts that we all think but rarely say4--,,wm4 ,,sloane ,,kennedy4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the grace and gayety1 the pathos and melody1 the wit1 the earnestness and shrewd sense of his writings1 have given ,holmes a place1 and a sunny place1 in the popular heart4 ,on his happy birthday it was not ,boston that sat at table1 but the whole country4 ,it was not a town meeting1 but a national congress4 ,the ,autocrat is not a mayor1 but an emperor1 and the toast of the day was the toast of appreciative hearts and generous souls far beyond the sound of the ,atlantic4 8,the ,autocrat of the ,breakfast-table2 ,o king1 live forever60--,,geo4 ,,wm4 ,,curtis4 ,a ,,holmes ,,alphabet4 ,along its front no sabers shine1 ,no blood-red pennons wave2 ,its banner bears the single line1 8,our duty is to save40 ,the ,two ,armies4 ,bring bellows for the panting winds1 ,hang up a lantern by the moon2 ,and give the nightingale a fife1 ,and lend the eagle a balloon4 ,the ,meeting of the ,dryads4 ,child of the plowshare1 smile2 ,boy of the counter1 grieve not1 ,though muses round thy trundle-bed ,their broidered tissue weave not4 ,the ,poet's ,lot4 ,dear friends1 who are listening so sweetly the while ,with your lips double-reefed in a snug little smile1 ,i leave you two fables1 both drawn from the deep1-- ,the shells you can drop1 but the pearls you may keep4 ,verses for ,after-dinner4 ,each moment fainter wave the fields ,and wider rolls the sea2 ,the mist grows dark1--the sun goes down1-- ,day breaks1--and where are we8 ,departed ,days4 ,flowers will bloom over and over again in poems as in the summer fields1 to the end of time1 always old and always new4 ,why should we be more shy of repeating ourselves than the spring be tired of blossoms or the night of stars8--,the ,autocrat of the ,breakfast-table4 ,god of all nations6 ,sovereign ,lord6 ,in ,thy dread name we draw the sword1 ,we lift the starry flag on high ,that fills with light our stormy sky4 ,army ,hymn4 ,how patient ,nature smiles at ,fame6 ,the weeds that strewed the victor's way1 ,feed on his dust to shroud his name1 ,green where his proudest towers decay4 ,a ,roman ,aqueduct4 ,it is likely that the language will shape itself by larger forces than phonography and dictionary-making4 ,you may spade up the ocean as much as you like1 and harrow it afterward if you can1 but the moon will still lead the tides1 and the winds will form their surface4--,the ,professor at the ,breakfast-table4 ,joy smiles in the fountain1 ,health flows in the rills1 ,as their ribbons of silver ,unwind from the hills4 ,song for a ,temperance ,dinner4 ,know old ,cambridge8 ,hope you do4 ,born there8 ,don't say so6 ,i was too4 ,parson ,turrell's ,legacy4 ,let each unhallowed cause that brings ,the stern destroyer cease1 ,thy flaming angel fold his wings ,and seraphs whisper ,peace6 ,parting ,hymn4 ,many ideas grow better when transplanted into another mind than in the one where they sprang up4 ,that which was a weed in one intelligence becomes a flower in the other4 ,a flower1 on the other hand1 may dwindle down to a mere weed by the same change4--,the ,poet at the ,breakfast-table4 ,none wept1--none pitied2--they who knelt ,at morning by the despot's throne ,at evening dashed the laureled bust ,and spurned the wreaths themselves had strewn4 ,the ,dying ,seneca4 ,over the hill-sides the wild knell is tolling1 ,from their far hamlets the yeomanry come2 ,as through the storm-clouds the thunder-burst rolling1 ,circles the beat of the mustering drum4 ,lexington4 ,poor conquered monarch6 though that haughty glance ,still speaks thy courage unsubdued by time1 ,and in the grandeur of thy sullen tread ,lives the proud spirit of thy burning clime4 ,to a ,caged ,lion4 ,questioning all things3 ,why her ,lord had sent her8 ,what were these torturing gifts1 and wherefore lent her8 ,scornful as spirit fallen1 its own tormentor4 ,iris1 ,her ,book4 ,rain me sweet odors on the air ,and wheel me up my ,indian chair1 ,and spread some book not overwise ,flat out before my sleepy eyes4 ,midsummer4 ,scenes of my youth6 awake1 its slumbering fire6 ,ye winds of ,memory1 sweep the silent lyre6 ,ray of the past1 if yet thou canst appear1 ,break through the clouds of ,fancy's waning year4 ,a ,metrical ,essay4 ,trees as we see them1 love them1 adore them in the fields1 where they are alive1 holding their green sunshades over our heads1 talking to us with their hundred thousand whispering tongues1 looking down on us with that sweet meekness which belongs to huge but limited organisms4--,the ,autocrat of the ,breakfast-table4 ,unscathed1 she treads the wreck-piled street ,whose narrow gaps afford ,a pathway for her bleeding feet1 ,to seek her absent lord4 ,agnes4 ,virtue--the guide that men and nations own2 ,and ,law--the bulwark that protects her throne2 ,and ,health--to all its happiest charm that lends1-- ,these and their servants1 man's untiring friends4 ,a ,modest ,request4 ,wan-visaged thing6 thy virgin leaf ,to me looks more than deadly pale1 ,unknowing what may stain thee yet1-- ,a poem or a tale4 ,to a ,blank ,sheet of ,paper4 8,it ain't jest the thing to grease your ex with ile o' vitrul10 said the ,member4--,the ,poet at the ,breakfast-table4 ,ye know not1--but the hour is nigh2 ,ye will not heed the warning breath2 ,no vision strikes your clouded eye1 ,to break the sleep that wakes in death4 ,the ,last ,prophecy of ,cassandra4 8,by ,zhorzhe60 as friend ,sales is accustomed to cry1 ,you tell me they're dead1 but ,i know it's a lie2 ,is ,jackson not ,president8 ,what was't you said8 ,it can't be2 you're joking2 what1--all of 'em dead8 ,once ,more4 ,,under ,,the ,,washington ,,elm1 ,,cambridge4 ,april #bg1 #ahfa4 ,eighty years have passed1 and more1 ,since under the brave old tree ,our fathers gathered in arms1 and swore ,they would follow the sign their banners bore1 ,and fight till the land was free4 ,half of their work was done1 ,half is left to do1-- ,cambridge1 and ,concord1 and ,lexington6 ,when the battle is fought and won1 ,what shall be told of you8 ,hark6--'tis the south-wind moans1-- ,who are the martyrs down8 ,ah1 the marrow was true in your children's bones ,that sprinkled with blood the cursd stones ,of the murder-haunted town6 ,what if the storm-clouds blow8 ,what if the green leaves fall8 ,better the crashing tempest's throe ,than the army of worms that gnawed below2 ,trample them one and all6 ,then1 when the battle is won1 ,and the land from traitors free1 ,our children shall tell of the strife begun ,when ,liberty's second ,april sun ,was bright on our brave old tree6 ,,the ,,two ,,streams4 ,behold the rocky wall ,that down its sloping sides ,pours the swift rain-drops1 blending1 as they fall ,in rushing river-tides6 ,yon stream1 whose sources run ,turned by a pebbled edge1 ,is ,athabasca1 rolling toward the sun ,through the cleft mountain-ledge4 ,the slender rill had strayed1 ,but for the slanting stone1 ,to evening's ocean1 with the tangled braid ,of foam-flecked ,oregon4 ,so from the heights of ,will ,life's parting stream descends1 ,and1 as a moment turns its slender rill1 ,each widening torrent bends1-- ,from the same cradle's side1 ,from the same mother's knee1-- ,one to long darkness and the frozen tide1 ,one to the ,peaceful ,sea4 ,,international ,,ode4 ,,our ,,fathers' ,,land4 ,sung in unison by twelve hundred children of the public schools1 at the visit of the ,prince of ,wales to ,boston1 ,october #ah1 #ahfj4 ,air1 8,god save the ,queen40 ,god bless our ,fathers' ,land6 ,keep her in heart and hand ,one with our own6 ,from all her foes defend1 ,be her brave ,people's ,friend1 ,on all her realms descend1 ,protect her ,throne6 ,father1 with loving care ,guard ,thou her kingdom's ,heir1 ,guide all his ways3 ,thine arm his shelter be1 ,from him by land and sea ,bid storm and danger flee1 ,prolong his days6 ,lord1 let ,war's tempest cease1 ,fold the whole ,earth in peace ,under thy wings6 ,make all ,thy nations one1 ,all hearts beneath the sun1 ,till thou shalt reign alone1 ,great ,king of kings6 ,,james ,,russell ,,lowell',s ,,birthday ,,festival4 ,we will not speak of years to-night1 ,for what have years to bring ,but larger floods of love and light1 ,and sweeter songs to sing4 ,enough for him the silent grasp ,that knits us hand in hand1 ,and he the bracelet's radiant clasp ,that locks our circling band4 ,strength to his hours of manly toil1 ,peace to his starlit dreams6 ,who loves alike the furrowed soil1 ,the music-haunted streams6 ,sweet smiles to keep forever bright ,the sunshine on his lips1 ,and faith that sees the ring of light ,round nature's last eclipse4 ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow4 ,born ,feb4 #bg1 #ahjg4 ,died ,march #bd1 #ahhb4 ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow4 ,,william ,w4 ,,story4 ,a pure sweet spirit1 generous and large ,was thine1 dear poet4 ,calm1 unturbulent1 ,its course along ,life's varying ways it went1 ,like some broad river on whose happy marge ,are noble groves1 lawns1 towns--which takes the charge ,of peaceful freights from inward regions sent ,for human use and help and heart's content1 ,and bears ,love's sunlit sails and ,beauty's barge4 ,so brimming1 deepening ever to the sea ,through gloom and sun1 reflecting inwardly ,the ever-changing heavens of day and night1 ,thy life flowed on1 from all low passions free1 ,filled with high thoughts1 charmed into ,poesy ,to all the world a solace and delight4 99 99 99 99 99 ,yes1 we were warm friends4 ,he was a delightful man and a great poet4 ,hawthorne1 ,emerson1 ,longfellow1 and myself were always friends4 ,there were no jealousies between us1 and each took a pride in the work and successes of the other4 ,we would exchange notes upon our productions1 and if one saw a kindly notice of the other it was always cut out and sent him4--,,john ,g4 ,,whittier4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the magnetism of ,longfellow's touch lies in the broad humanity of his sympathy which commends his poetry to the universal heart4 ,his artistic sense is so exquisite that each of his poems is a valuable literary study4 ,longfellow's mind takes a simple1 childlike hold of life4 ,his delightful familiarity with the pure literature of all languages and times must rank him among the learned poets4--,,george ,,william ,,curtis4 99 99 99 99 99 ,it is a singular fact that ,longfellow is more popular in ,england than ,tennyson1 the laureate4 ,yet perhaps it is not so very singular4 ,he sings like one whose heart has been warmed at the hearth-stone4 ,there is hardly a line of his but would rhyme with the chirp of the cricket2 hearts are hearts whatever blood quickens them1 and he has touched the heart as no other poet of his day has4 ,is there any one whose life is likely to remind us more forcibly of the sublimity of patience1 truth1 purity1 and all the virtues than that of ,henry ,wadsworth ,longfellow8--,,richard ,,henry ,,stoddard4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a poetical atmosphere1 an aroma1 hung about ,longfellow as about no other of our poets4 ,he was associated with memories of the early years of the republic2 with the picturesque epoch of our national existence2 with the dawn of democratic institutions1 with the flushing hope which reddened the sky when the young nation committed itself so cordially to faith in man4 ,his name was seldom spoken except in connection with charity and good-will4 ,and when he died1 the sorrow of the greatest and of the least was equally sincere4--,,rev4 ,,octavius ,b4 ,,frothingham4 99 99 99 99 99 ,can it be that a man like this is dead8 ,i cannot believe it4 ,like a lark that sings and soars1 and still sings fading out of sight in the blue heavens4 ,i cannot believe that he has gone because he has disappeared from our view4 ,a rounded life was his2 his work was done4 ,where has he gone8 ,we may not know as yet4 ,so far as we are concerned1 he has gone1 to quote his own words1 8into the silent land40 ,we will rejoice that he has left behind him words that will sing their song of trust and hope for many a year to come4--,,rev4 ,,minot ,j4 ,,savage4 ,a ,,longfellow ,,alphabet4 ,awake6 arise6 the hour is late6 ,angels are knocking at thy door6 ,they are in haste and cannot wait1 ,and once departed come no more4 ,a ,fragment4 ,bear a lily in thy hand2 ,gates of brass cannot withstand ,one touch of that magic wand4 ,maidenhood4 ,closed was the teacher's task1 and with heaven in their hearts and their faces ,up rose the children all1 and each bowed him1 weeping full sorely1 ,downward to kiss that reverend hand4 ,children of the ,lord's ,supper4 ,day after day we think what she is doing ,in those bright realms of air2 ,year after year1 her tender steps pursuing1 ,behold her grown more fair4 ,resignation4 ,each heart has its haunted chamber1 ,where the silent moonlight falls6 ,on the floor are mysterious footsteps1 ,there are whispers along the walls6 ,the ,haunted ,chamber4 8,farewell60 the portly landlord cried2 8,farewell60 the parting guests replied1 ,but little thought that never more ,their feet would pass that threshold o'er4 ,tales of a ,wayside ,inn4 ,gone are all the barons bold1 ,gone are all the knights and squires2 ,gone the abbot1 stern and cold1 ,and the brotherhood of friars4 ,oliver ,basselin4 ,how many centuries has it been ,about those deserts blown6 ,how many strange vicissitudes has seen1 ,how many histories known6 ,sand of the ,desert4 ,it sees the ocean to its bosom clasp ,the rocks and sea-sand with the kiss of peace1 ,it sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp1 ,and hold it up and shake it like a fleece4 ,the ,lighthouse4 ,just above yon sandy bar1 ,as the day grows faint and dimmer1 ,lonely and lovely1 a single star ,lights the air with a dusky glimmer4 ,chrysaor4 ,knelt the ,black ,robe chief with his children1 a crucifix fastened ,high on the trunk of the tree4 ,this was their rural chapel4 ,evangeline4 ,left to myself1 ,i wander as ,i will1 ,and as my fancy leads me1 through this house2 ,nor could ,i ask a dwelling more complete1 ,were ,i indeed the goddess that he deems me4 ,the ,masque of ,pandora4 ,month after month passed away1 and in autumn the ships of the merchants ,came with kindred and friends1 with cattle and corn for the ,pilgrims4 ,the ,courtship of ,miles ,standish4 ,nine sisters1 beautiful in form and face1 ,came from their convent on the shining heights ,of ,pierus1 the mountain of delights1 ,to dwell among the people at its base4 ,the ,nine ,muses4 8,o ,csar1 we who are about to die ,salute you60 was the gladiators' cry ,in the arena1 standing face to face ,with death and with the ,roman populace4 ,morituri ,salutamus4 ,peradventure of old1 some bard in ,ionian ,islands1 ,walking alone by the sea1 hearing the wash of the waves1 ,learned the secret from them of the beautiful verse elegiac4 ,elegiac ,verse4 ,quiet1 close1 and warm1 ,sheltered from all molestation1 ,and recalling by their voices ,youth and travel4 ,to an ,old ,danish ,song-book4 ,river6 that in silence windest ,through the meadows1 bright and free1 ,till at length thy rest thou findest ,in the bosom of the sea6 ,to the ,river ,charles4 ,sudden and swift1 a whistling ball ,came out of a wood1 and the voice was still2 ,something ,i heard in the darkness fall1 ,and for a moment my blood grew chill4 ,killed at the ,ford4 ,thou standest1 like imperial ,charlemagne1 ,upon thy bridge of gold2 thy royal hand ,outstretched with benedictions o'er the land1 ,blessing the farms through all thy vast domains4 ,autumn4 ,up soared the lark into the air1-- ,a shaft of song1 a winged prayer1 ,as if a soul1 released from pain1 ,were flying back to heaven again4 ,the ,sermon of ,st4 ,francis4 ,visions of the days departed1 shadowy phantoms filled my brain2 ,they who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again4 ,the ,belfry of ,bruges4 ,whereunto is money good8 ,who has it not wants hardihood2 ,who has it has much trouble and care2 ,who once has had it has despair4 ,poetic ,aphorisms4 8,excelsior60 ,excelsior4 ,youth is lovely1 age is lonely1 ,youth is fiery1 age is frosty2 ,you bring back the days departed1 ,and the beautiful ,wenonah4 ,hiawatha4 ,zeal was stronger than fear or love4 ,tales of a ,wayside ,inn4 ,,musings4 ,an early poem1 not usually published4 ,i sat by my window one night1 ,and watched how the stars grew high1 ,and the earth and skies were a splendid sight ,to a sober and musing eye4 ,from heaven the silver moon shone down1 ,with a gentle and mellow ray1 ,and beneath1 the crowded roofs of the town ,in broad light and shadow lay4 ,a glory was on the silent sea1 ,and mainland and island too1 ,till a haze came over the lowland lea1 ,and shrouded the beautiful blue4 ,bright in the moon the autumn wood ,its crimson scarf unrolled1 ,and the trees like a splendid army stood1 ,in a panoply of gold6 ,i saw them waving their banners high1 ,as their crests to the night wind bowed2 ,and a distant sound on the air went by1 ,like the whispering of a crowd4 ,then ,i watched from my windows how fast ,the lights around me fled1 ,as the wearied man to his slumber passed1 ,and the sick one to his bed4 ,all faded save one2 that burned ,with a distant and steady light2 ,but that1 too1 went out1 and ,i turned ,when my own lamp within shone bright6 ,thus1 thought ,i1 our joys must die2 ,yes1 the brightest from earth we win2 ,till each turns away1 with a sigh1 ,to the lamp that burns brightly within4 ,,the ,,city ,,and ,,the ,,sea4 ,the panting ,city cried to the ,sea1 8,i am faint with heat1--,o breathe on me60 ,and the ,sea said1 8,lo1 ,i breathe6 but my breath ,to some will be life1 to others death60 ,as to ,prometheus1 bringing ease ,in pain1 come the ,oceanides1 ,so to the ,city1 hot with flame ,of the pitiless sun1 the east wind came4 ,it came from the heaving breast of the deep1 ,silent as dreams are1 and sudden as sleep4 ,life-giving1 death-giving1 which will it be1 ,o breath of the merciful1 merciless ,sea8 ,,loss ,,and ,,gain4 ,when ,i compare ,what ,i have lost with what ,i have gained1 ,what ,i have missed with what attained1 ,little room do ,i find for pride4 ,i am aware ,how many days have been idly spent2 ,how like an arrow the good intent ,has fallen short or been turned aside4 ,but who shall dare ,to measure loss and gain in this wise8 ,defeat may be victory in disguise2 ,the lowest ebb is the turn of the tide4 ,,charles ,,sumner4 ,garlands upon his grave1 ,and flowers upon his hearse1 ,and to the tender heart and brave ,the tribute of this verse4 ,his was the troubled life1 ,the conflict and the pain1 ,the grief1 the bitterness of strife1 ,the honor without stain4 ,death takes us by surprise1 ,and stays our hurrying feet2 ,the great design unfinished lies1 ,our lives are incomplete4 ,but in the dark unknown ,perfect their circles seem1 ,even as a bridge's arch of stone ,is rounded in the stream4 ,were a star quenched on high1 ,for ages would its light1 ,still traveling downward from the sky1 ,shine on our mortal sight4 ,so when a great man dies1 ,for years beyond our ken ,the light he leaves behind him lies ,upon the paths of men4 ,,james ,,russell ,,lowell4 ,born ,feb4 #bb1 #ahai4 ,,james ,,russell ,,lowell4 ,,harvard ,,commencement ,,poem4 ,,oliver ,,wendell ,,holmes4 ,this is your month1 the month of perfect days1 ,birds in full song and blossoms all ablaze2 ,nature herself your earliest welcome breathes1 ,spreads every leaflet1 every bower in wreaths2 ,carpets her paths for your returning feet1 ,puts forth her best your coming steps to greet2 ,and ,heaven must surely find the earth in tune ,when ,home1 sweet ,home1 exhales the breath of ,june4 ,these blessed days are waning all too fast1 ,and ,june's bright visions mingling with the past2 ,lilacs have bloomed and faded1 and the rose ,has dropped its petals1 but the clover blows ,and fills its slender tubes with honeyed sweets2 ,the fields are pearled with milk-white margarites2 ,the dandelion1 which you sang of old1 ,has lost its pride of place1 its crown of gold1 ,but still displays its feathery-mantled globe1 ,which children's breath or wandering winds unrobe4 ,these were your humble friends2 your opened eyes ,nature had trained her common gifts to prize2 ,not ,cam or ,isis taught you to despise ,charles1 with his muddy margin1 and the harsh1 ,plebeian grasses of the reeking marsh4 ,new ,england's home-bred scholar1 well you knew ,her soil1 her speech1 her people1 through and through1 ,and loved them ever with the love that holds ,all sweet1 fond memories in its fragrant folds4 ,though far and wide your winged words had flown1 ,your daily presence kept you all our own1 ,till with a sorrowing sigh1 a thrill of pride1 ,we heard your summons1 and you left our side ,for larger duties and for tasks untried4 ,atlantic ,monthly4 99 99 99 99 99 ,we have been under the necessity of telling some unpleasant truths about ,american literature from time to time2 and it is with hearty pleasure that we are now able to own that the ,britishers have been1 for the present1 utterly and apparently hopelessly beaten by a ,yankee in one important department of poetry4 ,the tyranny of a vulgar public opinion and the charlatanism which is the price of political power1 are butts for the shafts of the satirist which ,european poets may well envy ,mr4 ,lowell4--,north ,british ,review4 99 99 99 99 99 ,though eminent and able in many ways1 ,lowell remains absolutely a poet in feeling4 ,his native genius was fostered by the associations of a singularly beautiful home2 nourished by the works of the dramatists1 by the ideal pictures of poets and novelists1 by the tender solemnity of the discourses of his father1 and of ,channing and others of his father's friends4 ,though he was not a rhyming prodigy like ,pope1 lisping in numbers1 his first effusions as he came to manhood were in poetic form4--,,frances ,h4 ,,underwood4 99 99 99 99 99 ,lowell is a remarkable man and poet4 ,that he is one of the first poets of this age1 no man will deny4 ,he is sincerely a reformer2 his sympathies are entirely with the oppressed and down-trodden4 ,some of his poems are exceedingly beautiful1 while others are full of grand thoughts which strike upon the ear and heart like the booming cannon-shot1 which tells that an ardently desired conflict has commenced4--,,david ,w4 ,,bartlett4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the most characteristic and most essential happens to be the most salient quality of ,mr4 ,lowell's style4 ,it is a wit that is as omnipresent and as tireless as electricity itself4 ,the effect is quite indescribable4 ,we are sure that no other equal amount of literature could be produced that would yield to a competent assay a larger net result of pure wit4 ,generally the spirit of the wit is humane and gracious4--,w4 ,c4 ,,wilkinson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,mr4 ,lowell says somewhere that the art of writing consists largely in knowing what to leave in the ink-pot4 ,how many volumes of ,lowell's prose works if not in the waste-basket are almost as effectually buried in papers and magazines8 ,what his working life has given to the world will give the reader some notion of what the world has not got1 and will serve to call attention to the condensed wealth contained in 8,among my ,books0 and 8,my ,study ,windows40--,,rev4 ,h4 ,r4 ,,haweis4 ,a ,,lowell ,,alphabet4 ,another star 'neath ,time's horizon dropped ,to gleam o'er unknown lands and seas2 ,another heart that beat for freedom stopped1-- ,what mournful words are these6 ,to the ,memory of ,hood4 ,bowing then his head1 he listened ,for an answer to his prayer2 ,no loud burst of thunder followed1 ,not a murmur stirred the air4 ,a ,parable4 ,care1 not of self1 but of the common weal1 ,had robbed their eyes of youth1 and left instead ,a look of patient power and iron will4 ,a ,glance behind the ,curtain4 ,dear1 common flower1 that grow'st beside the way ,fringing the dusty road with harmless gold1 ,first pledge of blithesome ,may4 ,to the ,dandelion4 ,each man is some man's servant2 every soul ,is by some other's presence quite discrowned2 ,each owes the next through all the imperfect round4 ,the ,pioneer4 ,for mankind are one in spirit1 ,and an instinct bears along1 ,round the earth's electric circle1 ,the swift flash of right or wrong4 ,the ,present ,crisis4 ,glorious fountain6 ,let my heart be ,fresh1 changeful1 constant1 ,upward1 like thee6 ,the ,fountain4 ,he could believe the promise of to-morrow ,and feel the wondrous meaning of to-day2 ,he had a deeper faith in holy sorrow ,than the world's seeming loss could take away4 ,ode4 ,it is ,god's day4 ,it is ,columbus's1 ,a lavish day6 ,one day1 with life and heart1 ,is more than time enough to find a world4 ,columbus4 ,joy comes1 grief goes1 we know not how2 ,everything is happy now1 ,everything is upward striving4 ,the ,vision of ,sir ,launfal4 ,knew you what silence was before8 ,here is no startle of dreaming bird ,that sings in his sleep1 or strives to sing4 ,pictures from ,appledore4 ,life may be given in many ways1 ,and loyalty to ,truth be sealed ,as bravely in the closet as the field4 ,commemoration ,ode4 ,my soul went forth1 and1 mingling with the tree1 ,danced in the leaves2 or1 floating in the cloud1 ,saw its white double in the stream below4 ,under the ,willows4 ,not always unimpeded can ,i pray1 ,nor1 pitying saint1 thine intercession claim4 ,sea-weed4 ,o realm of silence and of swart eclipse1 ,the shapes that haunt thy gloom ,make signs to us1 and move thy withered lips ,across the gulf of doom4 ,to the ,past4 ,pan leaps and pipes all summer long1 ,the fairies dance each full-mooned night1 ,would we but doff our lenses strong1 ,and trust our wiser eyes' delight4 ,the ,foot-path4 ,quite spent and out of breath he reached the tree1 ,and1 listening fearfully1 he heard once more ,the low voice murmur 8,rhoecus10 close at hand4 ,rhoecus4 ,roots1 wood1 bark1 and leaves singly perfect may be1 ,but1 clapt hodge-podge together1 they don't make a tree4 ,a ,fable for ,critics4 ,since first ,i heard our ,north wind blow1 ,since first ,i saw ,atlantic throw ,on our fierce rocks his thunderous snow1 ,i loved thee1 ,freedom6 ,ode to ,france4 ,thine is music such as yields ,feelings of old brooks and fields1 ,and1 around this pent-up room1 ,sheds a woodland1 free perfume4 ,to ,perdita1 ,singing4 ,untremulous in the river clear1 ,towards the sky's image1 hangs the imaged bridge2 ,so still the air that ,i can hear ,the slender clarion of the unseen midge4 ,summer ,storm4 ,violet6 sweet violet6 ,thine eyes are full of tears2 ,are they wet ,even yet ,with the thought of other years8 ,song4 ,wrong ever builds on quicksands1 but the ,right ,to the firm center lays its moveless base4 ,prometheus4 ,extemp'ry mammoth turkey-chick fer a ,fejee ,thanksgivin'4 ,the ,biglow ,papers4 ,yet sets she not her soul so steadily ,above that she forgets her ties to earth4 ,irene4 ,zekle crep' up quite unbeknown ,an' peeked in thru' the winder1 ,an' there sot ,huldy all alone ',ith no one nigh to hender4 ,the ,courtin'4 ,,the ,,first ,,snow-,,fall4 ,the snow had begun in the gloaming1 ,and busily all the night ,had been heaping field and highway ,with a silence deep and white4 ,every pine and fir and hemlock ,wore ermine too dear for an earl1 ,and the poorest twig on the elm-tree ,was ridged inch deep with pearl4 ,from sheds new roof'd with ,carrara ,came ,chanticleer's muffled crow2 ,the stiff sails were softened to swan's down1 ,and still flutter'd down the snow4 ,i stood and watch'd by the window ,the noiseless work of the sky1 ,and the sudden flurries of snow-birds ,like brown leaves whirling by4 ,i thought of a mound in sweet ,auburn ,where a little head-stone stood2 ,how the flakes were folding it gently1 ,as did robins the babes in the wood4 ,up spoke our own little ,mabel1 ,saying1 8,father1 who makes it snow80 ,and ,i told of the good ,all-father ,who cares for us here below4 ,again ,i look'd at the snow-fall1 ,and thought of the leaden sky ,that arch'd o'er our first great sorrow1 ,when that mound was heap'd so high4 ,i remember'd the gradual patience ,that fell from that cloud like snow1 ,flake by flake1 healing and hiding ,the scar of our deep-plung'd woe4 ,and again to the child ,i whisper'd1 8,the snow that husheth all1 ,darling1 the merciful ,father ,alone can make it fall60 ,then1 with eyes that saw not1 ,i kiss'd her2 ,and she1 kissing back1 could not know ,that my kiss was given to her sister1 ,folded close under deepening snow4 ,,abraham ,,lincoln4 ,nature1 they say1 doth dote1 ,and cannot make a man ,save on some worn-out plan1 ,repeating us by rote4 ,for him her ,old ,world molds aside she threw1 ,and1 choosing sweet clay from the breast ,of the unexhausted ,west1 ,with stuff untainted shaped a hero new1 ,wise1 steadfast in the strength of ,god1 and true4 ,how beautiful to see ,once more a shepherd of mankind indeed1 ,who loved his charge1 but never loved to lead2 ,one whose meek flock the people joyed to be1 ,not lured by any cheat of birth1 ,but by his clear-grained human worth1 ,and brave old wisdom of sincerity6 ,they knew that outward grace is dust2 ,they could not choose but trust ,in that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill1 ,and supple-tempered will1 ,that bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust4 ,his was no lonely mountain-peak of mind-- ,broad prairie1 rather1 genial1 level-lined1 ,fruitful and friendly for all human kind4 ,here was a type of the true elder race1 ,and one of ,plutarch's men talked with us face to face4 ,,wendell ,,phillips4 ,he stood upon the world's broad threshold2 wide ,the din of battle and of slaughter rolled2 ,he saw ,god stand upon the weaker side1 ,that sank in seeming loss before its foes2 ,many there were who made great haste and sold ,unto the cunning enemy their swords4 ,he scorned their gifts of fame1 and flower1 and gold1 ,and underneath their soft and flowery words ,heard the cold serpent hiss2 therefore he went ,and humbly joined him to the weaker part4 ,fanatic named1 and fool1 yet well content ,so he could be the nearer to ,god's heart1 ,and feel its solemn pulses sending blood ,through all the wide-spread veins of endless good4 ,,freedom4 ,men6--whose boast it is that ye ,come of fathers brave and free1 ,if there breathe on earth a slave1 ,are ye truly free and brave8 ,if ye do not feel the chain ,when it works a brother's pain1 ,are ye not base slaves indeed-- ,slaves unworthy to be freed8 ,is true ,freedom but to break ,fetters for our own dear sake1 ,and1 with leathern hearts1 forget ,that we owe mankind a debt8 ,no6--true freedom is to share ,all the chains our brothers wear1 ,and with heart and hand to be ,earnest to make others free6 ,they are slaves who fear to speak ,for the fallen and the weak2 ,they are slaves who will not choose ,hatred1 scoffing1 and abuse1 ,rather than in silence shrink ,from the truth they needs must think4 ,they are slaves who dare not be ,in the right with two or three4 ,,john ,,greenleaf ,,whittier4 ,born ,dec4 #ag1 #ahjg4 ,,to ,,john ,g4 ,,whittier4 ,,james ,,russell ,,lowell4 ,new ,england's poet1 rich in love as years1 ,her hills and valleys praise thee1 and her brooks ,dance to thy song2 to her grave sylvan nooks ,thy feet allure us1 which the wood-thrush hears ,as maids their lovers1 and no treason fears4 ,through thee her ,merrimacks and ,angloochooks1 ,and many a name uncouth1 win loving looks1 ,sweetly familiar to both ,england's years4 ,peaceful by birthright as a virgin lake ,the lily's anchorage which no eyes behold ,save those of stars1 yet for thy brother's sake ,that lay in bonds1 thou blew'st a blast as bold1 ,as that wherewith the heart of ,roland brake ,far heard through ,pyrennean valleys cold4 99 99 99 99 99 ,if there is any one in our age whom all men will admit to have been born a poet1 it is ,whittier4 ,he is less indebted to art1 to scholastic culture1 to the influences of literary companionship1 than any of his brethren4 ,he is a fiery apostle of human brotherhood1 and has chanted anathemas against war1 and every form of cruelty and superstition4 ,he is eminently a national poet4 ,his mind is in full sympathy with the progressive ideas of the ,new ,world4--,,frances ,h4 ,,underwood4 99 99 99 99 99 ,much of ,whittier's work has been in the form of contributions to journals which he has edited1 and the two volumes which now constitute his collected prose writings have been gathered from these occasional papers4 ,himself of ,quaker descent and belief1 he has touched kindly but firmly the changing life of the day which culminated in the witchcraft delusion and displayed itself in the persecution of the ,quakers4 ,the carelessness of literary fame which ,whittier has shown may be referred to the sincerity of his devotion to that which literature affects1 and he has written and sung out of a heart very much in earnest to offer some help1 or out of the pleasure of his work4 ,the careful student of his writings will always value most the integrity of his life4--,,horace ,e4 ,,scudder4 99 99 99 99 99 ,whittier's genius is ,hebrew--more so than that of any other poet now using the ,english language4 ,he is a flower of the moral sentiment in its masculine rigor1 climbing like a forest pine4 ,in this respect he affiliates with ,wordsworth1 and1 going farther back1 with ,milton1 whose tap-root was ,hebrew4 ,the man and the poet are one and the same4--,,rev4 ,,david ,a4 ,,wasson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,whittier is in some respects the most ,american of all the ,american poets4 ,it is safe to say that he has been less influenced by other literatures than any of our poets1 with the exception1 perhaps1 of ,bryant4 ,the affectionate simplicity of ,whittier's nature is seen in the poems which he addressed to his personal friends and to those whose life-pursuits ran in the same channels as his own moral sympathies4--,,richard ,,henry ,,stoddard4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i have not seen ,john ,greenleaf ,whittier1 but ,i have had correspondence with him and have great affection for him4 ,during the ,american war an eminent citizen of ,massachusetts told me he thought there was no man in the ,united ,states whose writings at that time1 and for some years before then1 had had such great influence on public opinion as the writings of ,whittier4 ,if ,god gives a real poet to the people at a time like that1 does ,he not verily speak to the people and ask them to return to the ways of mercy and righteousness8--,,john ,,bright4 ,a ,,whittier ,,alphabet4 ,a cottage hidden in the wood1 ,red through its seams a light is glowing1 ,on rock and bough and tree-trunk rude ,a narrow luster throwing4 ,mogg ,megone4 ,but welcome1 be it old or new1 ,the gift which makes the day more bright1 ,and paints upon the ground of cold ,and darkness warmth and light4 ,flowers in ,winter4 ,cheerily then1 my little man1 ,live and laugh as boyhood can6 ,ah6 that thou couldst know thy joy ,ere it passes1 barefoot boy6 ,the ,barefoot ,boy4 ,down on my native hills of ,june ,and home's green quiet1 hiding all1 ,fell sudden darkness like the fall ,of midnight upon noon6 ,the ,rendition4 ,early hath the spoiler found thee1 ,brother of our love1 ,autumn's faded earth around thee1 ,and its storms above6 ,on the ,death of ,s4 ,o4 ,torrey4 ,father1 to ,thy suffering poor ,strength and grace and faith impart1 ,and with ,thy own love restore ,comfort to the broken heart4 ,the ,familists' ,hymn4 ,god's stars and silence taught thee ,as ,his angels only can1 ,that the one sole sacred thing beneath ,the cope of heaven is ,man4 ,the ,branded ,hand4 ,how hushed the hiss of party hate1 ,the clamor of the throng6 ,how old1 harsh voices of debate ,flow into rhythmic song6 ,my ,birthday4 ,i walk1 with noiseless feet1 the round ,of uneventful years2 ,still o'er and o'er ,i sow the spring ,and reap the autumn ears4 ,my ,playmate4 ,just then ,i felt the deacon's hand ,in wrath my coat-tail seize on2 ,i heard the priest cry1 8,infidel60 ,the lawyer mutter1 8,treason60 ,a ,sabbath ,scene4 ,know we not our dead are looking ,downward with a sad surprise1 ,all our strife of words rebuking ,with their mild and loving eyes8 ,a ,visit to ,washington4 ,lift again the stately emblem ,on the ,bay ,state's rusted shield2 ,give to ,northern winds the ,pine ,tree ,on our banner's tattered field4 ,the ,pine ,tree4 ,more than clouds of purple trail ,in the gold of setting day2 ,more than gleams of wing or sail ,beckon from the sea-mist gray4 ,the ,vanishers4 ,no perfect whole can our nature make1 ,here or there the circle will break2 ,the orb of life as it takes the light ,on one side1 leaves the other in night4 ,the ,preacher4 ,o friends whose hearts still keep their prime1 ,whose bright example warms and cheers1 ,ye teach us how to smile at ,time1 ,and set to music all his years4 ,the ,laurels4 ,proffering the riddles of the dread unknown ,like the calm ,sphinxes1 with their eyes of stone ,questioning the centuries from their veils of sand4 ,trust4 ,quiet and calm1 without a fear ,of danger darkly lurking near1 ,the weary laborer left his plow1 ,the milkmaid caroled by her cow4 ,pentucket4 ,rivermouth ,rocks are fair to see1 ,by dawn or sunset shone across1 ,when the ebb of the sea has left them free ,to dry their fringes of gold-green moss4 ,the ,wreck of ,rivermouth4 ,so shall the ,northern ,pioneer go joyful on his way ,to wed ,penobscot's waters to ,san ,francisco's bay4 ,the ,crisis4 ,thank ,god that ,i have lived to see the time ,when the great truth begins at last to find ,an utterance from the deep heart of mankind1 ,earnest and clear1 that all ,revenge is ,crime6 ,abolition of the ,gallows4 ,unchanged by our changes of spirit and frame ,past1 now1 and henceforward the ,lord is the same2 ,though we sink in the darkness1 ,his arms break our fall1 ,and in death as in life ,he is ,father of all6 ,the ,quaker ,alumni4 ,vain pride of star-lent genius6--vain ,quick fancy and creative brain1 ,unblest by prayerful sacrifice1 ,absurdly great or weakly wise6 ,the ,chapel of the ,hermits4 ,wherever ,freedom shivered a chain ,god speed1 quoth ,i2 ,to ,error amidst her shouting train ,i gave the lie4 ,my ,soul and ,i4 ,ximena1 speak and tell us ,who has lost1 and who has won8 ,nearer came the storm and nearer1 ,rolling fast and frightful on4 ,the ,angels of ,buena ,vista4 ,yon mountain's side is black with night1 ,while1 broad-orbed1 o'er its gleaming crown1 ,the moon1 slow rounding into sight1 ,on the hushed1 inland sea looks down4 ,summer by the ,lakeside4 ,zephyr-like o'er all things going ,when the breath divine is flowing1 ,all my yearnings to be free ,are as echoes answering ,thee4 ,hymn from the ,french4 ,,the ,,moral ,,warfare4 ,,john ,g4 ,,whittier4 ,when ,freedom on her natal day ,within her war-rocked cradle lay1 ,an iron race around her stood1 ,baptized her infant brow in blood2 ,and through the storm which round her swept ,their constant ward and watching kept4 ,then1 where our quiet herds repose ,the roar of baleful battle rose1 ,and brethren of a common tongue ,to mortal strife as tigers sprung2 ,and every gift on ,freedom's shrine ,was man for beast1 and blood for wine6 ,our fathers to their graves have gone3 ,their strife is past--their triumph won2 ,but sterner trials wait the race ,which rises in their honored place-- ,a moral warfare with the crime ,and folly of an evil time4 ,so let it be4 ,in ,god's own might ,we gird us for the coming fight1 ,and1 strong in ,him whose cause is ours1 ,in conflict with unholy powers1 ,we grasp the weapon ,he has given-- ,the light1 and truth1 and love of heaven4 99 99 99 99 99 ,recently a number of school-children of ,girard1 ,pa41 wrote a letter to ,john ,g4 ,whittier1 the ,quaker poet1 telling him that they had learned to recite 8,the ,barefoot ,boy10 8,the ,huskers10 and 8,maud ,muller10 and closing thus3 8,if it would not be too much trouble1 please write a verse for us--something that we could learn and always remember as having been written by you especially for us40 ,in response he sent the following3 8,faint not and falter not1 nor plead ,your weakness4 ,truth itself is strong2 ,the lion's strength1 the eagle's speed1 ,are not alone vouchsafed to wrong4 8,your nature1 which1 through fire and blood1 ,to place or gain can find its way1 ,has power to seek the highest good1 ,and duty's holiest call obey40 ,,my ,,country4 ,land of the forest and the rock1 ,of dark-blue lake and mighty river1 ,of mountains reared aloft to mock ,the storm's career1 the lightning's shock2 ,my own green land forever6 ,o never may a son of thine1 ,where'er his wandering steps incline1 ,forget the skies which bent above ,his childhood like a dream of love4 99 99 99 99 99 ,john ,g4 ,whittier attended a reunion of his schoolmates at ,haverhill1 ,mass41 on the #ajth of ,september1 #ahhe4 ,he was of the ,class of '#bg4 ,he wrote a poem for the occasion1 which was read by a cousin of his4 ,it is entitled 8#ahbg-ahhe10 and is as follows3 ,the gulf of seven and fifty years ,we stretch our welcoming hand across2 ,the distance but a pebble's toss ,between us and our youth appears4 ,for in life's school we linger on1 ,the remnant of a once full list2 ,conning our lessons1 undismissed1 ,with faces to the setting sun4 ,and some have gone the unknown way1 ,and some await the call to rest2 ,who knoweth whether it is best ,for those who went or us who stay8 ,and yet1 despite of loss and ill1 ,if faith and love and hope remain1 ,our length of days is not in vain1 ,and life is well worth living still4 ,still to a gracious ,providence ,the thanks of grateful hearts are due ,for blessings when our lives were new-- ,for all the good vouchsafed us since4 ,the pain that spared us sorer hurt2 ,the wish denied1 the purpose crossed2 ,and pleasure1 fond occasions lost1 ,these mercies to our small desert4 ',tis something that we wander back1 ,gray pilgrims1 to the ancient ways1 ,and tender memories of old days ,walk with us by the ,merrimac4 ,that even in life's afternoon ,a sense of youth comes back again1 ,as though this cool ,september rain ,the still green woodlands dream of spring4 ,the eyes1 grown dim to present things1 ,have keener sight for by-gone years1 ,and sweet and clear in deafening ears ,the bird that sang at morning sings4 ,dear comrades1 scattered wide and far ,send from their homes their kindly word2 ,and dearer ones1 unseen1 unheard1 ,smile on us from some heavenly star4 ,for life and death with ,god are one2 ,unchanged by seeming change1 ,his care ,and love are round us here and there2 ,he breaks no thread ,his hands have spun4 ,soul touches soul2 the muster-roll ,of life eternal has no gaps2 ,and after half a century's lapse ,our school-day ranks are closed and whole4 ,hail and farewell6 ,we go our way ,where shadows end1 we trust1 in light2 ,the star that ushers in the night ,is herald also of the day4 ,,the ,,light ,,that ,,is ,,felt4 ,a tender child of summers three1 ,seeking her little bed at night1 ,paused on the dark stair timidly4 8,o mother2 take my hand10 said she1 8,and then the dark will all be light40 ,we older children grope our way ,from dark behind to dark before2 ,and only when our hands we lay1 ,dear ,lord1 in ,thine1 the night is day1 ,and there is darkness nevermore4 ,reach downward to the sunless days ,wherein our guides are blind as we1 ,and faith is small and hope delays2 ,take ,thou the hands of prayer we raise1 ,and let us feel the light of ,thee4 ,,decoration ,,day4 ,,decoration ,,day4 ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow4 ,sleep1 comrades1 sleep and rest ,on this ,field of the ,grounded ,arms1 ,where foes no more molest1 ,nor sentry's shot alarms6 ,ye have slept on the ground before1 ,and started to your feet ,at the cannon's sudden roar1 ,or the drum's redoubling beat4 ,but in this camp of ,death ,no sound your slumber breaks2 ,here is no fevered breath-- ,no wound that bleeds and aches4 ,all is repose and peace2 ,untrampled lies the sod2 ,the shouts of battle cease3 ,it is the ,truce of ,god6 ,rest1 comrades1 rest and sleep6 ,the thoughts of men shall be ,as sentinels to keep ,your rest from danger free4 ,your silent tents of green ,we deck with fragrant flowers2 ,yours has the suffering been1 ,the memory shall be ours4 ,,between ,,the ,,graves4 ,,harriet ,,prescott ,,spofford4 ,where blood once quenched the camp-fire's brand1 ,on every sod throughout the land ,the silver showers slip softly down2 ,on every sod some growing stem ,lifts to the light a shining crown4 ,for underneath her bending blue1 ,with leaf and sunshine1 moon and dew1 ,glad ,nature gilds the graveside gloom1 ,nor asks what passions stirred the dust ,through which her pulses spring to bloom4 ,while from the gardens of the ,south1 ,like blessings blown from some warm mouth1 ,the wooing wind steals all day long-- ,steals lingeringly from grave to grave1 ,with breath of blossom1 breath of song4 ,a common flag1 breeze1 showers and flowers1 ,are weaving all these sunny hours1 ,where broken hearts and hopes are hid1 ,and the great mother on each bed ,lays it1 a fragrant coverlid4 ,you1 who with garlands go about1 ,as the tree-tilting bird pours out ,o'er either mound his singing bliss1 ,oh1 kind as birds and breezes1 leave ,a flower on that grave1 and on this6 ,for1 lo1 the eternal truce of death ,was called upon the passing breath1 ,and all the phantom hates1 that shed ,their shadows round us as they stalked1 ,have no remembrance with the dead6 ,,red1 ,,white1 ,,and ,,blue4 ,,harriet ,,mcewen ,,kimball4 ,red ,cypress6 unto him who grieves1 ,reading sad legends in thy leaves1 ,and finding in thy flower ,an emblem of the heart that bleeds1 ,say3 ,the red blossom which ,i bear ,doth symbolize ,the sacrifice ,of that sublimest hour ,when ,love fulfilled all human needs2 ,bound ,death1 the ,victor1 as a slave2 ,flung wide the sealed gates of the grave1 ,and set ,his angels1 warders1 there4 ,white ,rose6 to him who gathers thee ,the ,flower of ,consolation be-- ,unfolding peace1 and not despair4 ,with sharpest thorns set round1 ,teach him how ,life may wear ,sharp griefs1 and yet be crowned6 ,blue ,harebell6 that dost tremble ,to the weird breath of ,sorrow1 ,be to the mourning one ,faith's symbol2-- ,since thou dost borrow ,the same soft hue ,her eyes have won with constant looking up2 ,god filleth thine inverted cup ,with heaven's own blue2 ,so shall ,his sweet assurance fill ,the heart bowed meekly to ,his will4 ,,the ,,heroes' ,,day4 ,through the long bending grass ,the white-robed maidens pass1 ,with tender faces1 and with footsteps soft and slow1 ,upon each lowly grave1 ,where sleeps the true and brave1 ,dropping red roses and wan lilies as they go4 ,flowers for the patriot band ,who loved their native land3 ,sweet rosemary1 and purple pansies1 and pale pinks2 ,green leaves from budding trees ,make sweet the passing breeze-- ,sweet as the elegy the grateful nation thinks4 ,for who would not prolong ,with flowers and scent and song ,the memory of those who fell in freedom's fight8 ,from the sweet month of ,may1 ,then choose the fairest day1 ,and crown it for the honored dead with all things bright4 ,then say3 8,o singing birds1 ,echo these tender words3 ,while bosoms nobly throb1 and women's eyes are wet1 ,while roses bud and blow1 ,while stars at evening glow1 ,while daylight breaks for us1 we never will forget4 8,as long as men shall stand ,for home and native land1 ,and while our starry flag flies o'er the true and free1 ,honor and love and truth ,shall give immortal youth1 ,and we'll remember you upon the land and sea40 ,harper's ,weekly4 ,,decoration ,,hymn4 ,,william ,h4 ,,randall4 ,soldiers6 who freely for our country's glory ,upheld our flag on ,southern hill and plain1 ,long may your deeds be told in grateful story1 ,ye have not lived in vain6 ,brothers6 who fought for more than empty honor ,that all our land united might be free1 ,may shine for evermore upon our banner ,each star for liberty4 ,heroes6 who toiled through all the dusty marches1 ,and life surrendered on those shot-plowed fields1 ,to ye who fled where the blue sky o'erarches1 ,tribute a nation yields4 ,your spirits1 watching from out heaven's dominions1 ,shall not see lost what ye so dearly bought2 ,the shackles that once clogged the eagle's pinions ,shall not again be wrought4 ,and now with garlands decorate each dwelling ,where all that earth could claim serenely sleeps2 ,while love1 like perfume from the flower upwelling ,grateful remembrance keeps4 ,,flowers ,,for ,,the ,,brave4 ,,celia ,,thaxter4 ,here bring your purple and gold1 ,glory of color and scent6 ,scarlet of tulips bold1 ,buds blue as the firmament4 ,hushed is the sound of the fife ,and the bugle piping clear3 ,the vivid and delicate life ,in the soul of the youthful year4 ,we bring to the quiet dead1 ,with a gentle and tempered grief2 ,o'er the mounds so mute we shed ,the beauty of blossoms and leaf4 ,the flashing swords that were drawn ,no rust shall their fame destroy6 ,boughs rosy as rifts of dawn1 ,like the blush on the cheek of joy4 ,rich fires of the gardens and meads1 ,we kindle these hearts above4 ,what splendor shall match their deeds2 ,what sweetness can match our love8 ,,memorial ,,day4 ,,margaret ,,sidney4 ,a little window-garden plot1 ,blooming in dusty street1 ,adown which poured the travel ,of many weary feet2 ,a cheery spot of brightness ,blooming for all to see4 ,oh1 that was ,blossom's garden-bed1 ,who loved it tenderly4 ,at morn1 at noon1 at even1 ,she dealt out faithful care2 ,and many buds and flowerets sweet ,came out with fragrance rare4 ,and now1 this ,may-day morning1 ,she stood in wealth of bloom ,that beautified and perfumed all ,the quaint1 old-fashioned room4 ,when suddenly the door was thrown ,ajar1 and there stood ,ray4 8,give us your flowers1 do1 ,blossom1 do1 ,for ,decoration ,day40 ,she looked around with pretty flush ,of hurt surprise3 8,ah1 no2 ,you know not what you ask1 if you ,would wish to rob me so40 8,to rob you80 ,master ,ray in scorn ,flashed out1 then turned away2 8,the soldiers gave their all for you3 ,you owe them flowers to-day40 8,i #8owe them flowers4' ,ah1 true1 indeed6 ,dear brother1 please forgive4 ,those brave men died on battle-fields ,that we at home might live2 ,and ,i not lay a flower upon ,their graves in memory sweet6 ,oh1 selfish heart6 ,i have to mourn ,ingratitude complete4 ,forgive me1 ,lord4 ,they shall have all2 ,yes1 glad ,i am to make ,my buds and blossoms into wreaths ,for those dear patriots' sake40 ,the ,may-day sun shone brilliantly2 ,all ,nature smiled to see ,the honors given to those who died ,in the cause of ,liberty2 ,but the sweetest gift from loving hands ,was the bud1 and flower1 and spray1 ,from the little child who gave her all ,on that ,memorial ,day4 ,,thanksgiving4 ,,thanksgiving ,,day4 ,it was not until the late civil war that this day became in any sense a ,national one4 ,until that time its observance was confined almost exclusively to ,new ,england4 ,but the proclamation of ,president ,johnson1 ,nov4 #b1 #ahfe1 appointing a day for national thanksgiving1 was indorsed by similar proclamations from the governors of all the ,states not of the late ,confederacy1 and since then the festival has steadily increased in popular favor1 though many ,southern ,states have been slow in its observance4 ,now that its appointment comes from a ,democratic ,president1--the first one ever issued from such a source1--it is probable that it will be more generally regarded than ever before in our history4 ,and this is one of the good signs of the times4 ,it is well that one day of the year be given to the reunion of families1 to the gathering together of scattered friends1 and to rejoicing over the bounties of ,providence4--,the ,advance4 ,,thanksgiving ,,among ,,the ,,greeks4 ,the ,greeks held the grandest feast of all the year in honor of ,demeter1 the goddess of the harvest2 and the ,romans1 who borrowed most of their customs from the ,grecians1 also held a grand celebration in honor of the same goddess1 whose name they changed to ,ceres4 ,they went in long processions to the fields1 where they engaged in rustic sports1 and crowned all of their household gods with flowers4 ,both of these feasts were held in ,september4 ,,thanksgiving ,,among ,,the ,,jews4 ,three thousand years ago witnessed the ,jewish ,feast of ,tabernacles1 with its magnificent rituals1 melodious choirs1 and picturesque festivities4 ,for eight days the people ceased their work1 to 8eat1 drink1 and be merry40 ,during the time millions gathered in and around ,jerusalem1 for several days1 living in booths formed of the branches of the olive1 pine1 myrtle1 and palm1 and decorated with fruits and flowers4 ,grand public pageants were held1 and in addition to these every household had its worship1 its sacrifice1 and its banquet4 ,,the ,,first ,,english ,,thanksgiving ,,in ,,new ,,york4 ,but the ,dutch went1 and the ,english came--and they came to stay4 ,on the possession of ,new ,netherland by the ,english1 ,edmund ,andros being ,governor1 the ,council sitting on ,june #g1 #afge1 ordered3 8,that ,wednesday ye #bc;d of this ,instant month1 be appointed throughout ye government a day of ,thanksgiving and ,prayers to ,almighty ,god for all ,his ,past ,deliverances and ,blessings and ,present ,mercies to us1 and to ,pray ye continuance and ,encrease thereof40 ,,how ,,the ,,pilgrims ,,gave ,,thanks4 ,the ,pilgrim ,fathers1 after ten months of sickness and suffering1 gathered in their first harvest1 which consisted of twenty acres of corn1 and six of barley and peas--enough to keep them supplied with food for the coming year4 ,for this they devoutly thanked ,god1 and made preparations for a feast4 ,hunters were sent out to procure the thanksgiving dinner1 and returned with waterfowl1 wild turkey1 and venison4 ,then the feast was prepared1 and ,massasoit and ninety of his warriors were present4 ,on the following year there was such a long drought that the corn and barley were stunted1 and famine seemed to stare them in the face4 ,a day of fasting and prayer was appointed1 and for nine hours the people prayed unceasingly4 ,at evening the sun set in clouds1 a breeze sprang up1 and in the morning the rain was pouring down4 ,the crops revived1 and there was a bounteous harvest4 ,for this a day of thanksgiving was ordered by ,governor ,bradford4 ,the history of this first thanksgiving is recorded as follows3 8,our harvest being gotten in1 our governor sent four men out a-fowling that we might1 after a special manner1 rejoice together after we had the fruit of our labor4 ,they four1 in one day1 killed as much fowl as1 with a little help beside1 served the company almost a week4 ,at that time1 among other recreations1 we exercised our arms1 many of the ,indians coming among us1 and among the rest1 their greatest king1 ,massasoit1 with some ninety men1 whom for three days we entertained and feasted1 and they went out and killed five deer1 which they brought to the plantation and bestowed on our governor and upon the captain and others4 ,and although it be not always so plentiful as it was at this time with us1 yet by the goodness of ,god we are so far from want that we often wish you partakers of our plenty40 ,,the ,,first ,,national ,,thanksgiving4 ,the immediate occasion of the first thanksgiving was the surrender of ,general ,burgoyne to ,general ,gates1 in the fall of #aggg4 ,thursday1 the #ahth of ,december1 was designated1 and1 in compliance with the order of ,congress1 the army at ,valley ,forge duly observed the day--the army that had tracked its way in blood4 ,it was ordered by the ,continental ,congress4 ,,washington',s ,,proclamation4 ,washington1 as ,president of the ,united ,states1 issued his first proclamation for the observance of a day of thanksgiving at the city of ,new ,york on the #c;d of ,october1 #aghi1 setting apart ,thursday1 the #bfth day of ,november of that year1 8to be devoted by the people of these ,states to the service of that great and glorious ,being who is the beneficent ,author of all the good that was1 that is1 or that will be10 etc4 ,his second proclamation1 dated at the city of ,philadelphia1 ,january #a1 #agie1 designated ,thursday1 ,november #bf1 as a day to be observed for a general thanksgiving by the people of the ,united ,states4 ,governor ,john ,jay1 of ,new ,york1 thought so well of ,thanksgiving ,day1 that he determined to have one of his own1 and accordingly designated ,thursday1 ,november #bf1 #agie4 ,,the ,,first ,,boston ,,thanksgiving--,july1 #afcj4 ,for ,concert and ,solo ,recitation4 ,,hezekiah ,,butterworth4 ,solo4 8,praise ye the ,lord60 ,the psalm to-day ,that rises on our ears ,rolls from the hills of ,boston ,bay ,through five times fifty years-- ,when ,winthrop's fleet from ,yarmouth crept ,out to the open main1 ,and through the widening waters swept ,in ,april sun and rain1 ,concert4 8,pray to the ,lord with fervent lips10 ,the leader shouted1 8pray20 ,and prayer arose from all the ships1 ,as fadeth ,yarmouth ,bay4 ,solo4 ,they passed the ,scilly ,isles that day1 ,and ,may days came1 and ,june1 ,and thrice upon the ocean lay ,the full orb of the moon4 ,and as that day1 on ,yarmouth ,bay1 ,ere ,england sunk from view1 ,while yet the rippling ,solent lay ,in ,april skies of blue1 ,concert4 8,pray to the ,lord with fervent lips10 ,each morn was shouted1 8pray20 ,and prayer arose from all the ships1 ,as first in ,yarmouth ,bay4 ,solo4 ,blew warm the breeze o'er ,western seas1 ,through ,maytime morns and ,june1 ,till hailed these souls the ,isles of ,shoals1 ,low1 'neath the summer moon2 ,and as ,cape ,ann arose to view1 ,and ,norman's ,woe they passed1 ,the wood-doves came the white mist through ,and circled round each mast4 ,concert4 8,pray to the ,lord with fervent lips10 ,then called the leader1 8pray20 ,and prayer arose from all the ships1 ,as first in ,yarmouth ,bay4 ,solo4 ,the white wings folded1 anchors down1 ,the sea-worn fleet in line2 ,fair rose the hills where ,boston town ,should rise from clouds of pine2 ,fair was the harbor1 summit-walled1 ,and placid lay the sea4 8,praise ye the ,lord10 the leader called2 8,praise ye the ,lord10 spake he4 ,concert4 8,give thanks to ,god with fervent lips1 ,give thanks to ,god to-day40 ,the anthem rose from all the ships1 ,safe moored in ,boston ,bay4 ,solo4 ,that psalm our fathers sung we sing1 ,that psalm of peace and wars1 ,while o'er our heads unfolds its wing1 ,the flag of forty stars2 ,and while the nation finds a tongue ,for nobler gifts to pray1 ',twill ever sing the song they sung ,that first ,thanksgiving ,day3 ,concert4 8,praise ye the ,lord with fervent lips1 ,praise ye the ,lord to-day40 ,so rose the song from all the ships1 ,safe moored in ,boston ,bay4 ,concert4 ,ho6 vanished ships from ,yarmouth's tide1 ,ho6 ships of ,boston ,bay1 ,your prayers have crossed the centuries wide ,to this ,thanksgiving ,day6 ,we pray to ,god with fervent lips1 ,we praise the ,lord to-day1 ,as prayers arose from ,yarmouth ships1 ,but psalms from ,boston ,bay4 ,,thanksgiving ,,for ,,his ,,house4 ,,robert ,,herrick 7#aeia-afgd74 ,lord1 thou hast given me a cell ,wherein to dwell1 ,a little house whose humble roof ,is weather-proof2 ,under the sparres of which ,i lie ,both soft and dry2 ,where thou1 my chamber for to ward1 ,hast set a guard ,of harmless thoughts to watch and keep ,me1 while ,i sleep4 ,low is my porch1 as is my fate1 ,both void of state2 ,and yet the threshold of my doore ,is worn by th' poore1 ,who hither come1 and freely get ,good words1 or meat4 ',tis thou that crownest my glittering hearth ,with guiltlesse mirthe1 ,and givest me wassaile bowls to drink1 ,spiced to the brink4 ,lord1 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand ,that soiles my land ,and givest me for my bushel sown ,twice ten for one2 ,thou makest my teeming hen to lay ,her egg each day4 ,all these1 and better1 thou dost send ,me1 to this end1 ,that ,i should render1 for my part1 ,a thankful heart2 ,which1 fired with incense1 ,i resigne ,as wholly ,thine3 ,but the acceptance1 that must be1 ,o ,lord1 by ,thee4 ,,thanksgiving4 ,,william ,d4 ,,howells4 ,lord1 for the erring thought ,not into evil wrought6 ,lord1 for the wicked will ,betrayed and baffled still6 ,for the heart from itself kept1 ,our thanksgiving accept4 ,for ignorant hopes that were ,broken to our blind prayer2 ,for pain1 death1 sorrow1 sent ,unto our chastisement2 ,for all loss of seeming good1 ,quicken our gratitude4 ,harper's ,magazine4 ,,thanksgiving ,,ode4 ,,john ,g4 ,,whittier4 ,once more the liberal year laughs out ,o'er richer stores than gems or gold2 ,once more with harvest-song and shout ,is nature's bloodless triumph told4 ,our common mother rests and sings1 ,like ,ruth1 among her garnered sheaves2 ,her lap is full of goodly things1 ,her brow is bright with autumn leaves4 ,o favors every year made new6 ,o gifts with rain and sunshine sent6 ,the bounty overruns our due2 ,the fullness shames our discontent4 ,we shut our eyes1 and flowers bloom on2 ,we murmur1 but the corn-ears fill2 ,we choose the shadow1 but the sun ,that casts it shines behind us still4 ,god gives us with our rugged soil ,the power to make it ,eden-fair1 ,and richer fruits to crown our toil ,than summer-wedded islands bear4 ,who murmurs at his lot to-day8 ,who scorns his native fruit and bloom8 ,or sighs for dainties far away1 ,beside the bounteous board of home8 ,thank ,heaven1 instead1 that ,freedom's arm ,can change a rocky soil to gold2 ,that brave and generous lives can warm ,a clime with ,northern ices cold4 ,and let these altars1 wreathed with flowers ,and piled with fruits1 awake again ,thanksgivings for the golden hours1 ,the early and the latter rain6 ,,elsie',s ,,thanksgiving4 ,,margaret ,e4 ,,sangster4 ,dolly1 it's almost ,thanksgiving2 do you know what that means1 my dear8 ,no8 ,well1 ,i couldn't expect it2 you haven't been with us a year1 ,and you came with my auntie from ,paris1 far over the wide blue sea1 ,and you'll keep your first ,thanksgiving1 my beautiful ,dolly1 with me4 ,i'll tell you about it1 my darling1 for grandma's explained it all1 ,so that ,i understand why ,thanksgiving always comes late in the fall1 ,when the nuts and the apples are gathered1 and the work in the field is done1 ,and the fields1 all reaped and silent1 are asleep in the autumn sun4 ,it is then that we praise ,our ,father who sends the rain and the dew1 ,whose wonderful loving-kindness is every morning new2 ,unless we'd be heathen1 ,dolly1 or worse1 we must sing and pray1 ,and think about good things1 ,dolly1 when we keep ,thanksgiving ,day4 ,but ,i like it very much better when from church we all go home1 ,and the married brothers and sisters and the troops of cousins come1 ,and we're ever so long at the table1 and dance and shout and play1 ,in the merry evening1 ,dolly1 that ends ,thanksgiving day4 ,,thanksgivings ,,of ,,old4 ,e4 ,a4 ,,smuller4 ,oh1 the glorious ,thanksgivings ,of the days that are no more6 ,how1 with each recurring season1 ,wakes their mem'ry o'er and o'er6 ,when the hearts of men were simpler1 ,and the needs of life were less1 ,and its mercies were not reckoned ,by the measure of excess4 ,heaven send the glad ,thanksgiving ,of that older1 simpler time6 ,tarry with us1 not in fancy1 ,not in retrospective rhyme2 ,but in true and living earnest ,may the spirit of that day1 ,artless1 plain1 and unpretending1 ,once again resume its sway6 ,,christmas4 ,,the ,,day ,,of ,,days4 ,solo4 ',twas eighteen hundred years ago1 ,not in a region of ice and snow1 ,but far in the land of the early morn1 ,the oldest of lands1 our ,christ was born4 ,concert4 ,of all the joy-days under the sun1 ,of all the holidays1 there's but one ,that comes to the heart1 and clings to the home-- ,christmas has come6 ,solo4 ,still through the length of the multiplied years1 ,sunshine of pleasure1 and rainfall of tears1 ,changes and growth in wonderful ways1 ,christmas remains the great day of days4 ,concert4 ,the day of the hope that casteth out fear1 ,the day of all days that brings good cheer ,in the country's peace and the city's hum-- ,christmas has come6 ,solo4 ,now in the uttermost ends of the earth ,the story is told of the ,christ-child's birth2 ,and millions1 wherever the sun's rays fall1 ,are kin in the hope that is dear to all4 ,concert4 ,all over the lands and far out on the seas ,is a lifting of voices and bowing of knees2 ,and alike to us all1 if we rest or roam1 ,christmas has come6 ,solo4 ,wherever the blessings of mortals increase1 ,with customs and laws that give joy and peace2 ,where science and art yield comfort and bliss1 ,all over the world there is no day like this4 ,concert4 ,of all the joy-days under the sun1 ,of all the holidays1 there's but one ,that touches the heart and clings to the home-- ,christmas has come6 ,,christmas ,,in ,,olden ,,time4 ,,sir ,,walter ,,scott4 ,heap on more wood6--the wind is chill2 ,but1 let it whistle as it will1 ,we'll keep our ,christmas merry still4 ,each age has deemed the new-born year ,the fittest time for festal cheer4 ,and well our ,christmas sires of old ,loved1 when the year its course had rolled ,and brought blithe ,christmas back again ,with all its hospitable train1 ,with social and religious rite ,to honor all the holy night4 ,on ,christmas-eve the bells were rung2 ,on ,christmas-eve the mass was sung4 ,then opened wide the ,baron's hall ,to vassal1 tenant1 serf1 and all2 ,power laid his rod of rule aside1 ,and ,ceremony doffed her pride4 ,all hailed with uncontrolled delight ,and general voice the happy night1 ,that to the cottage1 as the crown1 ,brought tidings of salvation down4 ,the fire1 with well-dried logs supplied1 ,went roaring up the chimney wide2 ,the huge hall-table's oaken face1 ,scrubbed till it shone1 the day to grace1 ,bore then upon its massive board ,no mark to part the squire and lord4 ,then came the merry maskers in ,and carols roared with blithesome din4 ,if unmelodious was the song1 ,it was a hearty note and strong4 ,england was merry ,england when ,old ,christmas brought his sports again4 ',twas ,christmas broached the mightiest ale2 ',twas ,christmas told the merriest tale2 ,a ,christmas gambol oft could cheer ,the poor man's heart through half the year4 ,a ,,christmas ,,thought ,,about ,,dickens4 ,,bertha ,s4 ,,scranton4 ,westminster is gray at midnight1 ,with shadows from wall to wall2 ,they have noiseless feet1 these shadows1 ,and make no sound as they fall4 ,but ,i ween they will creep together1 ,a goodly band to-night1 ,over a silent marble name1 ,in the ,christmas-eve twilight4 ,all the tiny dear child-people ,we hold in our hearts to-day1 ,who will live when that same marble ,has crumbled to dust away4 8,little ,em'ly's0 ghost that haunteth ,the minster's shadowy aisle1 ,with the grave1 sweet face of ,agnes1 ,and the child-wife ,dora's smile4 ,then will come1 ,i ween1 with the others1 ,poor ,smike with his patient air1 ,and the seven little ,kenwigs1 ,with their braided tails of hair4 ,and ,jenny ,wren1 ,i can promise1 ,will surely be there again1 ,with her slanting rows of children1 ,crying1 8,who is this in pain80 ,little ,nell will wake and listen1 ,when the white1 white world is still ,and the great chimes through the midnight ,from the belfry tower thrill4 ,the little ,cratchits will hearken ,and wait till the goose is done1 ,and the voice of tiny ,tim will cry1 8,god bless us every one60 ,but ah6 for the living mourners ,on either side of the sea1 ,for whom no more the brave hand writes1 ,the heart beats cheerily4 ,and ah6 for the saddened chambers1 ,where his watchers ever wait1 ,they unto whom life yields but pain1 ,and who keep its vigil late4 ,westminster is gray with shadows1 ,but his children never die6 ,through all the ,christmas times to come ,will his carol notes ring high4 ,the dreamer has but awakened1 ,and the master's work is done1 ,but the bells on ,time's great steeple ,ring1 8,god bless us every one60 ,in the following selection the numbered stanzas can be given in concert with a musical accompaniment4 ,,the ,,star ,,in ,,the ,,west4 ,,quebec--#afce4 ,,hezekiah ,,butterworth4 ',tis the fortress of ,st4 ,louis1 ,the ,church of ,recoverance1 ,and hang o'er the crystal crosses ,the silver lilies of ,france4 ,in the fortress a knight lies dying1 ,in the church are priests at prayer1 ,and the bell of the ,angelus sweetly ,throbs out on the crimsoned air4 ,the noblest knight is dying ,that ever served a king1 ,and he looks from the fortress window ,as the bells of the ,angelus ring4 ,old scenes come back to his vision1 ,again his ship's canvases swell ,in the harbor of gray ,st4 ,malo1 ,in the haven of fair ,rochelle4 ,he sees the emparadised ocean ,that he dared when his years were young1 ,the lagoons where his lateen-sail drifted ,as the ,southern ,cross over it hung2 ,acadie1 the ,richelieu's waters1 ,the lakes through the midlands that rolled1 ,and the cross that he planted wherever ,he lifted the lilies of gold4 ,he lists to the ,angelus ringing1 ,he folds his white hands on his breast1 ,and far o'er the clouded forests ,a star verges low in the ,west6 ,i4 8,star on the bosom of the ,west1 ,chime on1 ,o bell1 chime on1 ,o bell6 ,to-night with visions ,i am blest1 ,and filled with light ineffable6 ,no angels sing in crystal air1 ,no clouds 'neath seraphs' footsteps glow1 ,no feet of seers o'er mountains fair ,a portent follows far2 but lo6 ,a star is glowing in the ,west1 ,the world shall follow it from far-- ,chime on1 ,o ,christmas bells1 chime on6 ,shine on1 shine on1 ,o ,western ,star6 ,,ii4 8,in yonder church that storms have iced-- ,i founded it upon this rock-- ,i've daily kissed the feet of ,christ1 ,in worship with my little flock4 ,but ,i am dying--,i depart1 ,like ,simeon old my glad feet go1 ,a star is shining in my heart4 ,such as the ,magi saw2 and lo6 ,a star is shining in the ,west1 ,the world shall hail it from afar6 ,chime on1 ,o ,christmas bells1 chime on6 ,shine on1 shine on1 ,o ,western ,star6 ,,iii4 8,beside the ,fleur de ,lis of ,france1 ,the faith ,i've planted in the ,north1 ,ye messengers of ,heaven1 advance2 ,ye mysteries of the ,cross1 shine forth6 ,i know the value of the earth1 ,i've learned its lessons2 it is done2 ,one soul alone outweighs in worth ,the fairest kingdom of the sun4 ,star on the bosom of the ,west1 ,my dim eyes follow thee afar4 ,chime on1 chime on1 ,o ,christmas bells6 ,shine on1 shine on1 ,o golden ,star6 ,,iv4 8,what rapture6 hear the sweet choirs sing1 ,while death's cold shadows o'er me fall1 ,beneath the lilies of my ,king-- ,go1 light the lamps in yonder hall4 ,mine eyes have seen the ,christ ,star glow ,above the ,new ,world's temple gates4 ,go forth1 celestial heralds1 go6 ,earth's fairest empire thee awaits6 ,star on the bosom of the ,west1 ,what feet shall follow thee from far8 ,chime on1 ,o ,christmas bells1 chime on6 ,shine on forever1 golden ,star60 ',twas ,christmas morn2 the sun arose ',mid clouds o'er the ,st4 ,lawrence broad1 ,and fell a sprinkling of the snows ,as from the uplifted hand of ,god4 ,dead in the fortress lay the knight1 ,his white hands crossed upon his breast1 ,dead1 he whose clear prophetic sight ,beheld the ,christ ,star in the ,west4 ,that morning1 'mid the turrets white1 ,the low flags told the empire's last1 ,they hung the lilies o'er the knight1 ,and by the lilies set the cross4 ,long1 on ,quebec1 immortal heights1 ,has ,champlain slept1 the knight of ,god2 ,the ,western ,star shines on1 and lights ,the growing empire1 fair and broad4 ,and though are gone the knights of ,france1 ,still lives the spirit of the ,north2 ,the heralds of the ,star advance1 ,and ,truth's eternal light shines forth4 ,,the ,,little ,,mud-,,sparrows4 7,a ,jewish ,legend47 ,,elizabeth ,,stuart ,,phelps4 ,i like that old sweet legend ,not found in ,holy ,writ1 ,and wish that ,john or ,matthew ,had made ,bible out of it4 ,but though it is not ,gospel1 ,there is no law to hold ,the heart from growing better ,that hears the story told3 ,how the little ,jewish children ,upon a summer day ,went down across the meadows ,with the ,child ,christ to play1 ,and in the gold-green valley ,where low the reed-grass lay1 ,they made them mock mud-sparrows ,out of the meadow-clay4 ,so1 when these all were fashioned ,and ranged in flocks about1 8,now10 said the little ,jesus1 8,we'll let the birds fly out40 ,then all the happy children ,did call1 and coax1 and cry-- ,each to his own mud-sparrow3 8,fly1 as ,i bid you--fly60 ,but earthen were the sparrows1 ,and earth they did remain1 ,though loud the ,jewish children ,cried out and cried again-- ,except the one bird only ,the little ,lord ,christ made4 ,the earth that owned ,him ,master1 --,his earth heard and obeyed4 ,softly ,he leaned and whispered3 8,fly up to heaven6 fly60 ,and swift ,his little sparrow ,went soaring to the sky4 ,and silent all the children ,stood awe-struck looking on1 ,till deep into the heavens ,the bird of earth had gone4 ,i like to think for playmate ,we have the ,lord ,christ still1 ,and that still above our weakness1 ,he works ,his mighty will2 ,that all our little playthings ,of earthen hopes and joys ,shall be by ,his commandment ,changed into heavenly toys4 ,our souls are like the sparrows ,imprisoned in the clay-- ,bless ,him who came to give them wings1 ,upon a ,christmas ,day6 ,a ,,christmas ,,question4 ,,rev4 ,,minot ,j4 ,,savage4 ,for concert recitation4 ,in order to avoid monotony in the repetition of the question1 the first line of the first stanza can be read with direct falling slides2 of the second1 with direct rising slides2 of the third1 with emphasis on the first word2 of the fourth1 with a perfect monotone2 of the fifth1 with emphasis on the second word2 of the sixth1 with direct rising slides4 ,i4 ,when will ,he come8 ,a captive nation dwell upon ,the river-banks of ,babylon2 ,what is the word they speak8 ,the prophet's eye looks down the years ,and kindles as the sight appears-- 8,messiah6 him ye seek6 ,lo6 the ,lord's anointed comes6 and then ,shall dwell the heavenly kingdom among men60 ,,ii4 ,when will ,he come8 ,the ,christian answers1 8,long ago ,the ,king was born in manger low4 ,him wicked men have slain1 ,and now we wait with longing eye1 ,and fix our look upon the sky2 ,for ,he will come again1 ,we pray and watch since ,he has gone away2 ,for when ,he comes ,he'll bring the perfect day40 ,,iii4 ,when will ,he come8 8,lo1 here6 ,lo1 there60 the foolish shout1 ,and think that ,god will come without4 ,but ever has it been1 ,in spite of fabled tales that tell ,of magic and of miracle1 ,that ,he has come within4 ,only through man1 and man alone1 ,does ,god build up his righteous throne4 ,,iv4 ,when will ,he come8 ,when iron first was hammered out2 ,when far shores heard the seaman's shout2 ,when letters first were known2 ,when separate tribes to nations grew2 ,when men their brotherhood first knew2 ,when law first reached the throne3 ,each separate upward step that man has trod ,has been a coming of the living ,god4 ,v4 ,when will ,he come8 ,while you are looking far away1 ,his tireless feet are nigh to-day2 ,each true word is ,his voice4 ,all honest work1 all noble trust1 ,each deed that lifts man from the dust1 ,each pure and manly choice1 ,each upward stair man's toil-worn feet do climb1 ,is just another birth of ,god sublime4 ,,vi4 ,when will ,he come8 ,he'll come to-morrow if you will2 ,but cease your idle sitting still4 ,yes1 ,he will come to-day4 ,he will not come in clouds2 but through ,your doing all that you can do ,to help the right alway4 ,do honest work1 and to the truth be true1 ,and ,god already has appeared in you4 ,,wings4 ,,dinah ,,mulock ,,craik4 8,mother1 oh1 make me a pair of wings1 ,like the ,christ-child's adorning2 ,blue as the sky1 with a gold star-eye-- ,i'll wear them on ,christmas morning40 ,the mother worked with a careless heart ,all through that merry morning2 ,happy and blind1 nor saw behind ,the shadow that gives no warning4 ,he struck--and over the little face ,a sudden change came creeping2 ,twelve struggling hours against ,death's fierce powers1 ,and then--he has left her sleeping4 ,strange sleep that no mother's kiss can wake6 ,lay her pretty wings beside her2 ,strew white flowers sweet on her hands and feet1 ,and under the white snow hide her4 ,for the ,christ-child called her out of her play1 ,and1 thus our earth-life scorning1 ,she went away4 ,what1 dead1 we say8 ,she was born that ,christmas morning4 ,wide ,awake4 ,,the ,,nativity4 ,,louisa ,,parsons ,,hopkins4 ,from ,nazareth to ,bethlehem1 ,their holy journey leading them ,by silver-towered ,jerusalem4 ,beneath the palm-tree's tossing plume1 ,amid the harvest's rich perfume1 ,no house could give them rest or room4 ,so entering at the wayside cave1 ,where mountain-rills the limestone lave1 ,the child was born a world to save4 ,they laid him in the manger white2 ,the lowing oxen saw the sight1 ,and wondered at the dazzling light4 ,the mother's heart in sacred bliss ,could dream no sweeter heaven than this1 ,to greet her babe with mother's kiss4 ,and bending down with sacred awe1 ,for a lost world the angels saw ,love1 the fulfilling of the law4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,christmas day1 to be perfect1 should be clear and cold1 with holly branches in berry1 a blazing fire1 a dinner with mince-pies1 and games and forfeits in the evening4 ,you cannot have it in perfection if you are very fine and fashionable4 ,a ,christmas evening should1 if possible1 finish with music4 ,it carries off the excitement without abruptness1 and sheds a repose over the conclusion of enjoyment4--,,leigh ,,hunt4 ,,christmas ,,bells4 ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow4 ,for musical accompaniment ,i heard the bells on ,christmas-day ,their old1 familiar carols play1 ,and wild and sweet ,the words repeat ,of peace on earth1 good-will to men6 ,and thought how1 as the day had come1 ,the belfries of all ,christendom ,had rolled along ,the unbroken song ,of peace on earth1 good-will to men6 ,till1 ringing1 swinging on its way1 ,the world revolved from night to day ,a voice1 a chime1 ,a chant sublime ,of peace on earth1 good-will to men6 ,then from each black1 accursd mouth ,the cannon thundered in the ,south ,and with the sound ,the carols drowned ,of peace on earth1 good-will to men6 ,it was as if an earthquake rent ,the hearth-stones of a continent1 ,and made forlorn ,the households born ,of peace on earth1 good-will to men6 ,and in despair ,i bowed my head2 8,there is no peace on earth10 ,i said2 8,for hate is strong ,and mocks the song ,of peace on earth1 good-will to men60 ,then pealed the bells more loud and deep2 8,god is not dead2 nor doth he sleep6 ,the ,wrong shall fail1 ,the ,right prevail1 ,with peace on earth1 good-will to men60 ,,christmas ,,roses4 ,,may ,,riley ,,smith4 ,i gave into a brown and tird hand ,a stem of roses1 sweet and creamy-white4 ,i know the bells rang merry tunes that night1 ,for it was ,christmas time throughout the land1 ,and all the skies were hung with lanterns bright4 ,the brown hand held my roses gracelessly2 ,they seemed more white within their dusky vase2 ,a scarlet wave suffused the woman's face4 8,my hands so seldom hold a flower10 said she1 8,i think the lovely things feel out of place40 ,o tird hands that are unused to flowers2 ,o feet that tread on nettles all the way6 ,god grant ,his peace may fold you round to-day1 ,and cling in fragrance when these ,christmas hours1 ,with all their mirthfulness1 have passed away6 ,,new-,,year',s4 ,,address ,,to ,,the ,,new ,,year4 ,,dinah ,,mulock ,,craik4 ,o good ,new ,year6 we clasp ,this warm1 shut hand of thine1 ,loosing forever1 with half sigh1 half grasp1 ,that which from ours falls like dead fingers' twine4 ,ay1 whether fierce its grasp ,has been1 or gentle1 having been1 we know ,that it was blessed3 let the old year go4 ,friend1 come thou like a friend2 ,and1 whether bright thy face1 ,or dim with clouds we cannot comprehend1 ,we'll hold our patient hands1 each in his place1 ,and trust thee to the end1 ,knowing thou leadest onwards to those spheres ,where there are neither days nor months nor years4 ,a ,,new ,,year4 ,,margaret ,e4 ,,sangster4 ,why do we greet thee1 ,o blithe ,new ,year6 ,what are thy pledges of mirth and cheer8 ,comest1 knight-errant1 the wrong to right8 ,comest to scatter our gloom with light8 ,wherefore the thrill1 the sparkle and shine1 ,in heart and eyes at a word of thine8 ,the old was buoyant1 the old was true1 ,the old was brave when the old was new4 ,he crowned us often with grace and gift2 ,his sternest skies had a deep blue rift4 ,straight and swift1 when his hand unclasped1 ,with welcome and joyance thine we grasped4 ,o tell us1 ,year--we are fain to know-- ,what is thy charm that we hail thee so8 ,dost promise much that is fair and sweet-- ,the wind's low stir in the rippling wheat1 ,the waves' soft plash on the sandy floor1 ,the bloom of roses from shore to shore1 ,glance of wings from the bowery nest1 ,music and perfume from east to west1 ,frosts to glitter in jeweled rime1 ,blush of sunrise at morning's prime1 ,stars above us their watch to keep1 ,and rain and dew1 though we wake or sleep8 ,once more a voice1 and ,i hear it call ,like a bugle-note from a mountain wall2 ,the pines uplift it with mighty sound1 ,the billows bear it the green earth round2 ,a voice that rolls in a jubilant song1 ,a conqueror's ring in its echo strong2 ,through the ether clear1 from the solemn sky ,the ,new ,year beckons1 and makes reply3 8,i bring you1 friends1 what the years have brought ,since ever men toiled1 aspired1 or thought-- ,days for labor1 and nights for rest2 ,and ,i bring you love1 a heaven-born guest2 ,space to work in1 and work to do1 ,and faith in that which is pure and true4 ,hold me in honor and greet me dear1 ,and sooth you'll find me a ,happy ,year40 ,harper's ,bazar4 ,a ,,wish4 ,,margaret ,,veley4 ,if ,i could find the ,little ,year1 ,the ,happy ,year1 the glad ,new ,year-- ,if ,i could find him setting forth ,to seek the ancient track-- ,i'd bring him here1 the ,little ,year1 ,like a peddler with his pack4 ,and all of golden brightness1 ,and nothing dull or black1 ,and all that heart could fancy1 ,and all that life could lack1 ,should be your share of the peddlers ware1 ,when he undid his pack4 ,the best from out his treasure ,a smile of yours would coax1 ,and then we'd speed him on his way1 ,at midnight's failing strokes2 ,and bid him hurry round the world1 ,and serve the other folks6 ,,another ,,year4 ,,nathaniel ,p4 ,,willis4 ,sweetly hath passed the year2 the seasons came ,duly as they were wont1 the gentle spring1 ,and the delicious summer1 and the cool1 ,rich autumn1 with the nodding of the grain1 ,and winter1 like an old and hoary man1 ,frosty and stiff--and so are chronicled4 ,we have read gladness in the new green leaf1 ,and in the first-blown violets2 we have drunk ,cool water from the rock1 and in the shade ,sunk to the noontide slumber2 we have plucked ,the mellow fruitage of the bending tree1 ,and girded to our pleasant wanderings4 ,when the cool winds came freshly from the hills1 ,and when the tinting of the autumn leaves ,had faded from its glory1 we have sat ,by the good fires of winter1 and rejoiced ,over the fullness of the gathered sheaf4 ,,the ,,child ,,and ,,the ,,year4 ,,celia ,,thaxter4 ,said the child to the youthful year3 8,what hast thou in store for me1 ,o giver of beautiful gifts6 what cheer1 ,what joy dost thou bring with thee80 8,my seasons four shall bring ,their treasures3 the winter's snows1 ,the autumn's store1 and the flowers of spring1 ,and the summer's perfect rose4 8,all these and more shall be thine1 ,dear child1--but the last and best ,thyself must earn by a strife divine1 ,if thou wouldst be truly blest4 8,wouldst know this last1 best gift8 ',tis a conscience clear and bright1 ,a peace of mind which the soul can lift ,to an infinite delight4 8,truth1 patience1 courage1 and love1 ,if thou unto me canst bring1 ,i will set thee all earth's ills above1 ,o child6 and crown thee a king60 99 99 99 99 99 ,we are bound1 by every rule of justice and equity1 to give the ,new ,year credit for being a good one until he proves himself unworthy the confidence we repose in him4--,,charles ,,dickens4 ,,the ,,seasons4 ,a ,,song ,,of ,,waking4 ,,katharine ,,lee ,,bates4 ,the maple buds are red1 are red1 ,the robin's call is sweet2 ,the blue sky floats above thy head1 ,the violets kiss thy feet4 ,the sun paints emeralds on the spray ,and sapphires on the lake2 ,a million wings unfold to-day1 ,a million flowers awake4 ,their starry cups the cowslips lift ,to catch the golden light1 ,and like a spirit fresh from shrift ,the cherry tree is white4 ,the innocent looks up with eyes ,that know no deeper shade ,than falls from wings of butterflies ,too fair to make afraid4 ,with long1 green raiment blown and wet ,the willows1 hand in hand1 ,lean low to teach the rivulet ,what trees may understand ,of murmurous tune and idle dance1 ,with broken rhymes whose flow ,a poet's ear shall catch1 perchance1 ,a score of miles below4 ,across the sky to fairy realm ,there sails a cloud-born ship2 ,a wind sprite standeth at the helm1 ,with laughter on his lip2 ,the melting masts are tipped with gold1 ,the 'broidered pennons stream2 ,the vessel beareth in her hold ,the lading of a dream4 ,it is the hour to rend thy chains1 ,the blossom time of souls2 ,yield all the rest to cares and pains1 ,to-day delight controls4 ,gird on thy glory and thy pride1 ,for growth is of the sun2 ,expand thy wings whate'er betide1 ,the ,summer is begun4 8,,early ,,spring40 ,,alfred ,,tennyson4 ,i4 ,once more the ,heavenly ,power ,makes all things new1 ,and domes the red-plowed hills ,with loving blue2 ,the blackbirds have their wills1 ,the throstles too4 ,,ii4 ,opens a door in ,heaven ,from skies of glass2 ,a ,jacob's-ladder falls ,on greening grass1 ,and o'er the mountain-walls ,young angels pass4 ,,iii4 ,before them fleets the shower1 ,and burst the buds1 ,and shine the level lands1 ,and flash the floods2 ,the stars are from their hands ,flung through the woods4 ,,iv4 ,o follow1 leaping blood1 ,the season's lure6 ,o heart1 look down and up1 ,serene1 secure1 ,warm as the crocus-cup1 ,like snow-drops1 pure6 ,v4 ,for now the ,heavenly ,power ,makes all things new1 ,and thaws the cold and fills ,the flower with dew2 ,the blackbirds have their wills1 ,the poets too4 ,youth's ,companion4 ,,may4 ,may comes laughing1 crowned with daffodils1 ,her dress embroidered with blue violets1 ,so gracious and so sweet she scarcely lets ,a thought return of all the winter's ills4 ,the orchards with enchanting wealth she fills2 ,in the green marshes golden cowslip sets1 ,and all the waking woodland spaces frets ,with shy anemones4 ,but ah1 she wills ,at times to frown in sudden wayward mood2 ,the violets shiver clinging to the ground1 ,she's cold and blustering where once she wooed1 ,and oftentimes in petulant tears is found2 ,but like sweet women1 who sometimes are cross1 ,her smiles come back the sweeter for their loss4 ,good ,cheer4 ,,june4 ,she sits all day plaiting a wild-rose wreath1 ,this daughter of the ,sun1 come from afar4 ,sweeter is she than her bright sisters are ,who follow her across the flowery heath4 ,a daisy is her sign1 and underneath ,the meadow's foamy flow the clovers wear ,their uniforms of white and red1 and bear ,their cups of sweet to scent their mistress' breath4 ,what dawns are thine1 ,o dear1 delicious ,june1 ,when at the drawing of thy curtain's fold ,the birds awake and sing a marvelous tune ,to the young ,day that comes in rose and gold6 ,what twilights when the gray dusk hides thy face ,that thou mayst come with more enchanting grace6 ,travelers' ,record4 ,,golden-,,rod4 ,,lucy ,,larcom4 ,midsummer music in the grass-- ,the cricket and the grasshopper2 ,white daisies and red clover pass2 ,the caterpillar trails her fur ,after the languid butterfly2 ,but green and spring-like is the sod ,where autumn's earliest lamps ,i spy-- ,the tapers of the golden-rod4 ,this flower is fuller of the sun ,than any our pale ,north can show2 ,it has the heart of ,august won1 ,and scatters wide the warmth and glow ,kindled at summer's mid-noon blaze1 ,where gentians of ,september bloom ,along ,october's leaf-strewn ways1 ,and through ,november's paths of gloom4 ,as lavish of its golden light ,as sunshine's self1 this blossom is2 ,its starry chandeliers burn bright ,all day2 and have you noted this-- ,a perfect sun in every flower1-- ,ten thousand thousand fairy suns1 ,raying from new disks hour by hour1 ,as up the stalk the life-flash runs8 ,because its myriad glimmering plumes ,like a great army's stir and wave1 ,because its gold in billows blooms1 ,the poor man's barren walks to lave2 ,because its sun-shaped blossoms show ,how souls receive the light of ,god1 ,and unto earth give back that glow-- ,i thank ,him for the golden-rod4 ,,indian ,,summer4 ,,john ,g4 ,,whittier4 ,from gold to gray ,our mild sweet day ,of ,indian summer fades too soon2 ,but tenderly ,above the sea ,hangs1 white and calm1 the hunter's moon4 ,in its pale fire ,the village spire1 ,shows like the zodiac's spectral lance1 ,the painted walls ,whereon it falls1 ,transfigured stand in marble trance4 ,,september1 #ahae4 ,,william ,,wordsworth4 ,while not a leaf seems faded1 while the fields1 ,with ripening harvests prodigally fair1 ,in brightest sunshine bask1 this nipping air1 ,sent from some distant clime where ,winter wields ,his icy cimeter1 a foretaste yields ,of bitter change1 and bids the flowers beware1 ,and whispers to the silent birds1 8,prepare ,against the threatening foe your trustiest shields40 ,for me1 who1 under kindlier laws1 belong ,to ,nature's tuneful choir1 this rustling dry1 ,through the green leaves1 and yon crystalline sky1 ,announce a season potent to renew1 ',mid frost and snow1 the instinctive joys of song1 ,and nobler cares than listless summer knew4 ,,october4 ,,william ,,cullen ,,bryant4 ,ay1 thou art welcome1 ,heaven's delicious breath1 ,when woods begin to wear the crimson leaf1 ,and suns grow meek1 and the meek suns grow brief1 ,and the year smiles as it draws near its death4 ,wind of the sunny ,south1 oh6 still delay ,in the gay woods and in the golden air1 ,like to a good old age released from care1 ,journeying1 in long serenity1 away4 ,in such a bright1 late quiet1 would that ,i ,might wear out life like thee1 'mid bowers and brooks1 ,and1 dearer yet1 the sunshine of kind looks1 ,and music of kind voices ever nigh1 ,and1 when my last sand twinkled in the glass1 ,pass silently from men1 as thou dost pass4 ,,faded ,,leaves4 ,,alice ,,cary4 ,the hills are bright with maples yet2 ,but down the level land ,the beech-leaves rustle in the wind ,as dry and brown as sand4 ,the clouds in bars of rusty red ,along the hilltops glow1 ,and in the still sharp air the frost ,is like a dream of snow4 ,the berries of the brier rose ,have lost their rounded pride1 ,the bitter-sweet chrysanthemums ,are drooping heavy-eyed4 ,the cricket grows more friendly now1 ,the dormouse sly and wise1 ,hiding away in disgrace ,of nature from men's eyes4 ,the pigeons in black and wavering lines ,are swinging toward the sun2 ,and all the wide and withered fields ,proclaim the summer done4 ,his store of nuts and acorns now ,the squirrel hastes to gain1 ,and sets his house in order for ,the winter's dreary reign4 ',tis time to light the evening fire1 ,to read good books1 to sing ,the low and lovely songs that breathe ,of the eternal spring4 ,,november4 ,,hartley ,,coleridge4 ,the mellow year is hasting to its close2 ,the little birds have almost sung their last2 ,their small notes twitter in the dreary blast1 ,that shrill-piped harbinger of early snows2 ,the patient beauty of the scentless rose ,oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed ,hangs a pale mourner for the summer past ,and makes a little summer where it grows1 ,in the chill sunbeam of the faint1 brief day4 ,the dusky waters shudder as they shine2 ,the russet leaves obstruct the straggling way ,of oozy brooks1 which no deep banks confine1 ,and the gaunt woods1 in ragged1 scant array1 ,wrap their old limbs with somber ivy-twine4 ,,winter4 ,,robert ,,southey4 ,a wrinkled1 crabbed man they picture thee1 ,old ,winter1 with a rugged beard as gray ,as the long moss upon the apple-tree2 ,blue-lipt1 an ice-drop at thy sharp blue nose1 ,close muffled up1 and on thy dreary way ,plodding alone through sleet and drifting snows4 ,they should have drawn thee by the high-heapt hearth1 ,old ,winter1 seated in thy great armed chair1 ,watching the children at their ,christmas mirth1 ,or circled by them as thy lips declare ,some merry jest1 or tale of murder dire1 ,or troubled spirit that disturbs the night1 ,pausing at times to rouse the moldering fire1 ,or taste the old ,october brown and bright4 ,,december4 ,,louisa ,,parsons ,,hopkins4 ,blow1 northern winds6 ,to brace my fibers1 knit my cords1 ,to gird my soul1 to fire my words1 ,to do my work--for 'tis the ,lord's-- ,to fashion minds4 ,come1 tonic blasts6 ,arouse my courage1 stir my thought1 ,give nerve and strength that as ,i ought ,i give my strength to what is wrought ,while duty lasts4 ,glow1 arctic light6 ,and let my heart with burnished steel ,that bright magnetic flame reveal ,which kindles purpose1 faith1 and zeal ,for truth and right4 ,shine1 winter skies6 ,that when each brave day's work is done ,i wait in peace from sun to sun1 ,to meet unshamed1 through victory won1 ,your starry eyes4 99 99 99 99 99 ,under these names1 ,january1 ,february1 ,march1 ,april1 how much is hid that the eye cannot see6 ,uncover the months and interpret them4 ,in a low and sweet way our ,almanac began to speak as if he were a harp1 and as if the spirit of the year like a gentle wind was breathing through it4--,,henry ,,ward ,,beecher4 ,,january4 ,,rosaline ,e4 ,,jones4 ,who can love you1 ,january8 ,you are gruff and ugly--very4 ,how you roar6 ,and a sorry tale you utter1 ,in a maniacal mutter1 ,at my door4 ,then you sob and sigh and pine1 ,in a mindless1 minor whine1 ,and again ,a wild1 grewsome ditty slips ,from your frozen1 rigid lips1 ,fierce as pain4 ,like some creature strung to hate1 ,wrestling with its cruel fate1 ,conquering ,only as you flee apace1 ,glaring back with grim1 wry face1 ,mimicking4 ,hush your savage minstrelsy ,to a mellower symphony1 ,soft and deep4 ,know you no mellifluous rune8 ,no low1 lulling cradle croon1 ,wooing sleep8 ,no soft breath from slumbrous isles1 ,where eternal summer smiles ,halcyon8 ,beat your tattoo for your raids1 ,and decamp for ,hadean shades4 ,pray begone6 ,,frost ,,work4 ,,mary ,e4 ,,bradley4 ,no fairies left8 ,you need not tell me so1 ,for in the night upon my window pane ,grew wondrous things that made me surely know ,the fairies are at their old tricks again4 ,o wonder working spirit6 if ,i could ,but learn of you the secret of the snow-- ,how frost is given by the breath of ,god1 ,and where the hidden water courses flow2 ,and where begotten is the dew that strings ,her lovely pearls upon the meanest weed1 ,and what sweet animating influence brings ,the blossom splendid from the trivial seed2 ,could ,i but ride the south wind and the north1 ,and fathom all the mysteries they hold1 ,see how the lightning1 leaping wildly forth1 ,and how the turbulent thunder is controlled1 ,i would no more be fretted by the greed ,and selfishness of men2 their puny spite1 ,nor any worldly loss or cross indeed1 ,my lifted soul could evermore affright4 ,and wherefore now8 ,the laughing fairy seems ,to mock at me the spangled window through2 ,and ,i laugh also1 waking from my dreams ,to take up daily loss and cross anew4 ,but with a sense of things divinely planned1 ,that makes me sure ,i need not fear disdain1 ,from ,one who holds the thunder in his hand1 ,yet stoops to trace the frost work on the pane4 ,,flowers4 ,,no ,,flowers4 ,how bleak and drear the earth would seem ,were there no flower faces ,to give the hills1 the woods and fields ,their pleasing charms and graces6 ,could spring be spring without a flower ,to smile at ,april's weeping8 ,would robins trill so gay a song1 ,or ,may day be worth keeping8 ,and only think how bare the hedge ,would look without its posies6-- ,how queer 'twould be to have a ,june ,that did not smell like roses6 ,no dandelions on the sward ,for childhood's busy fingers2 ,no morning-glories1 drinking dew1 ,while golden sunrise lingers6 ,no violets1 with hoods of blue1 ,to nod at mild spring's coming2 ,no clover blossoms--would we hear ,the busy bees' soft humming8 ,and were there no forget-me-nots1 ,no buttercups or daisies1 ,the children would be lost for sports1 ,the poet lost for phrases4 ,no flowers1 with their refining power ,no wafts from yon sweet heaven-- ,no tokens of a love divine ,to erring mortals given6 ,ah1 flowers your smiling faces prove ,the ,source of all our pleasures ,would not pronounce creation good ,without thee1 floral treasures6 ,,ferns4 ,ferns1 beautiful ferns1 ,by the side of the running waters1 ,lovely and sweet and fresh1 ,as the fairest of earth-born daughters2 ,under the dreamy shade ,of the forest's mighty branches1 ,curving their graceful shapes ,to the playful wind's advances4 ,ferns1 delicate ferns1 ,neighbors of emerald mosses1 ,having no thought or care ,for worldly attainments or losses4 ,children of shadow serene1 ,fresh at the heart through the summer1 ,over the cool springs they lean1 ,where the sunbeam is rarely a comer4 ,ferns1 feathery ferns1 ,delicate1 slender and frail1 ,nursed by the streamlet1 whose song ,is music for hillside and vale4 ,purity1 modesty1 grace1 ,emblems of these to the mind1 ,loving the quietest place ,that ever a sunbeam will find4 ,,sweet ,,peas4 ,oh1 what is the use of such pretty wings ,if one never1 never can fly8 ,pink and fine as the clouds that shine ,in the delicate morning sky4 ,with a perfume sweet as the lilies keep ,down in their vases so white and deep4 ,the brown bees go humming aloft2 ,the humming-bird soars away2 ,the butterfly blows like the leaf of a rose1 ,off1 off in the sunshine gay2 ,while you peep over the garden wall1 ,looking so wistfully after them all4 ,are you tired of the company ,of the balsams so dull and proud8 ,of the coxcombs bold and the marigold1 ,and the spider-wort wrapped in a cloud8 ,have you not plenty of sunshine and dew1 ,and crowds of gay gossips to visit you8 ,how you flutter1 and reach1 and climb6 ,how eager your wee faces are6 ,aye1 turned to the light till the blind old night ,is led to the world by a star4 ,well1 it surely is hard to feel one's wings1 ,and still be prisoned like wingless things4 8,tweet1 tweet10 then says ,parson ,thrush1 ,who is preaching up in a tree2 8,though you never may fly while the world goes by1 ,take heart1 little flowers10 says he2 8,for often1 ,i know1 to the souls that aspire ,comes something better than their desire60 ,st4 ,nicholas4 ,,the ,,trailing ,,arbutus4 ,,john ,g4 ,,whittier4 ,i wandered lone where the pine trees made ,against the east their barricade2 ,and1 guided by its sweet ,perfume1 ,i found within a narrow dell ,the trailing spring flower1 tinted like a shell1 ,amid dry leaves and mosses at my feet4 ,from under dead boughs1 for whose loss the pines ,moaned ceaseless overhead1 the blossoming vines ,lifted their glad surprise1 ,while yet the bluebird smoothed in leafless trees ,his feathers1 ruffled by chill sea breeze1 ,and snowdrifts lingered under ,april skies4 ,as1 pausing1 o'er the lowly flowers ,i bent1 ,i thought of lives thus lowly1 clogged and pent1 ,which yet find room1 ,through care and cumber1 coldness and decay1 ,to lend a sweetness to the ungenial day1 ,and make the sad earth happier for their bloom4 ,a ,,bunch ,,of ,,cowslips4 ,in the rarest of ,english valleys ,a motherless girl ran wild1 ,and the greenness and silence and gladness ,were soul of the soul of the child4 ,the birds were her gay little brothers1 ,the squirrels her sweethearts shy2 ,and her heart kept tune with the raindrops1 ,and sailed with the clouds in the sky2 ,and angels kept coming and going1 ,with beautiful things to do2 ,and wherever they left a footprint1 ,a cowslip or primrose grew4 ,she was taken to live in ,london-- ,so thick with pitiless folk-- ,and she could not smile for its badness1 ,and could not breathe for its smoke2 ,and now as she lay on her pallet1 ,too weary and weak to rise1 ,a smile of ineffable longing ,brought dews to her faded eyes2 8,oh1 me6 for a yellow cowslip1 ,a pale little primrose dear6 ,won't some kind angel remember1 ,and pluck one and bring it here80 ,they brought her a bunch of cowslips2 ,she took them with fingers weak1 ,and kissed them1 and stroked them1 and loved them1 ,and laid them against her cheek4 8,it was kind of the angels to send them2 ,and now ,i'm too tired to pray1 ,if ,god looks down at the cowslips1 ,he'll know what ,i want to say40 ,they buried them in her bosom2 ,and when she shall wake and rise1 ,why may not the flowers be quickened1 ,and bloom in her happy skies8 ,,daffodils4 ,,robert ,,herrick4 ,we have short time to stay as you1 ,we have as short a spring2 ,as quick a growth1 to meet decay1 ,as you or anything4 ,we die ,as your hours do1 and dry ,away1 ,like to the summer's rain1 ,or as the pearls of morning's dew1 ,ne'er to be found again4 ,,chrysanthemums4 ,,mrs4 ,,mary ,e4 ,,dodge4 ,bravest of brave sweet blossoms in all of the garden-row2 ,fair1 when most of the flowers shrink from the winds that blow2 ,gay1 when the dismal north wind wails through the tree-tops dumb2 ,breathing a breath of gladness is the brave ,chrysanthemum4 ,one is of tawny color2 another of cardinal glow1 ,as the cheek of a sun-warmed maiden and reddest of wine will show2 ,while some are of gorgeous yellow1 like gold in a monarch's crown1 ,and some of a royal purple1 dusted with softest down4 ,some of a creamy whiteness1 touched to a rosy blush1 ,as the snow of the lovely ,jungfrau glows with a sunset flush2 ,some flame at the heart1 pearl-petaled2 and lavender-hued are some2 ,yet each of them1 crude or cultured1 just a brave ,chrysanthemum4 ,,roses4 ,it is summer1 says a fairy1 ,bring me tissue light and airy2 ,bring me colors of the rarest1 ,search the rainbow for the fairest ,sea-shell1 pink and sunny yellow1 ,kingly crimson1 deep and mellow2 ,faint red in ,aurora beaming1 ,and the white in pure pearl gleaming4 ,bring me diamonds from the spaces ,where the air the earth embraces2 ,bring me gold-dust by divining ,where the humming-bird is mining2 ,bring me sweets as rich as may be ,from the kisses of a baby2 ,with an art no fay discloses ,i am going to make some roses4 ,,the ,,message ,,of ,,the ,,snowdrop4 ,courage and hope1 true heart6 ,summer is coming though late the spring1 ,over the breast of the quiet mold1 ,with an emerald shimmer--a glint of gold1 ,till the leaves of the regal rose unfold ,at the rush of the swallow's wing4 ,courage and hope1 true heart6 ,summer is coming though spring be late2 ,wishing is weary and waiting is long1 ,but sorrow's day hath an even-song1 ,and the garlands that never shall fade belong ,to the soul that is strong to wait4 ,,ragged ,,sailors4 ,o ragged1 ragged ,sailors6 ,i pray you answer me3 ,what may you all be doing ,so far away from sea8 8,we're loitering by the roadsides1 ,we're lingering on the hills1 ,to talk with pretty ,daisies ,in stiff and snowy frills4 8,and though our blue be ragged1 ,right welcome still are we ,to tell the nodding lasses ,long tales about the sea60 ,,dialogues4 ,,the ,,queen',s ,,necklace4 ,,alexander ,,dumas4 ,,note4--,the scandal concerning this famous necklace--upon which the story is founded--was one of the many misfortunes endured by the unhappy ,queen ,marie ,antoinette4 ,characters3 ,,marie ,,antoinette1 ,queen of ,france4 ,monsieur ,,boehmer1 ,merchant4 ,monsieur ,boehmer4 ,we do not come to offer anything to your ,majesty1 we should fear to be indiscreet2 but we come to fulfill a duty concerning the necklace which your ,majesty did not deign to take4 ,marie ,antoinette4 ,oh6 then the necklace has come again6 ,it was really beautiful1 ,m4 ,boehmer4 ,m4 ,b4 ,so beautiful that your ,majesty alone was worthy to wear it4 ,m4 ,a4 ,my consolation is that it cost a million and a half francs1 and in these times there is no sovereign that can give such a sum for a necklace2 so that although ,i cannot wear it1 no one else can4 ,m4 ,b4 ,that is an error of your ,majesty's4 ,the necklace is sold4 ,m4 ,a4 ,sold6 ,to whom8 ,m4 ,b4 ,ah1 ,madame1 that is a state secret4 ,m4 ,a4 ,oh1 ,i think ,i am safe4 ,a state secret means that there is nothing to tell4 ,m4 ,b4 ,with your ,majesty we do not act as with others4 ,the necklace is sold1 but in the most secret manner1 and an embassador-- ,m4 ,a4 ,i really think you believe it yourself6 ,come1 ,m4 ,boehmer1 tell me at least the country he comes from1 or1 at all events1 the first letter of his name4 ,m4 ,b4 ,madame1 it is the embassador from ,portugal4 ,m4 ,a4 ,the embassador from ,portugal6 ,there is none here1 ,m4 ,boehmer4 ,m4 ,b4 ,he came expressly for this1 ,madame4 ,m4 ,a4 ,well1 so much the better for the ,queen of ,portugal4 ,we will speak of it no more4 ,m4 ,b4 ,we could not let the diamonds leave ,france without expressing our regret to your ,majesty4 ,it is a necklace which is now known all over ,europe1 and we wished to know definitely that your ,majesty really refused it before we parted with it4 ,m4 ,a4 ,my refusal has been made public1 and has been too much applauded for me to repent it4 ,m4 ,b4 ,oh1 ,madame1 if the people found it admirable that your ,majesty preferred a ship of war to a necklace1 the nobility at least would not think it surprising if you bought the necklace after all4 ,m4 ,a4 ,do not speak of it any more6 ,m4 ,b4 ,it has touched your ,majesty's neck2 it ought not to belong to any one else4 ,we will return to-morrow4 ,m4 ,a4 ,impossible6 ,i have amused myself with these jewels2 to do more would be a fault4 ,m4 ,b4 ,your ,majesty1 then1 refuses them8 ,m4 ,a4 ,yes1 oh yes4 ,take the necklace back4 ,put it away immediately6 ,,queen ,,isabella',s ,,resolve4 ,,epes ,,sargent4 ,characters3 ,,isabella1 ,,queen ,,of ,,spain4 ,,don ,,gomez1 a ,grandee4 ,,christopher ,,columbus4 ,isabella4 ,and so1 ,don ,gomez1 you think we ought to dismiss the proposition of this worthy ,genoese8 ,don ,gomez4 ,his scheme1 your ,majesty1 is fanciful in the extreme4 ,i am a plain man4 ,i do not see visions and dream dreams like some men4 ,i4 ,and yet ,columbus has given us good reasons for believing that he can reach ,india by sailing in a westerly direction4 ,d4 ,g4 ,delusion1 your ,majesty6 ,admitting that the earth is a sphere1 how would it be possible for him to return1 if he once descended the sphere in the direction he proposes8 ,would not the coming back be all up-hill8 ,could a ship accomplish it even with the most favorable wind8 ,i4 ,what have you to say to these objections1 ,columbus8 ,col4 ,with your ,majesty's leave1 ,i would suggest that if the earth is a sphere1 the same laws of adhesion and motion must operate at every point on its surface4 ,d4 ,g4 ,don't try to make me1 a grandee of ,spain1 believe such stuff as that there are people on the earth who walk with their heads down1 like flies on a ceiling6 ,would not the blood run into my head if ,i were standing upside down8 ,col4 ,i have already answered that objection4 ,if there are people on the earth who are our antipodes1 it should be remembered that we are also theirs4 ,i4 ,to cut short the discussion1 you think that the enterprise1 which ,columbus proposes1 is one unworthy of our serious consideration8 ,d4 ,g4 ,as a matter-of-fact man1 ,i must confess that ,i do so regard it4 ,has your ,majesty ever seen an embassador from this unknown coast8 ,i4 ,have you ever seen an embassador from the unknown world of spirits8 ,d4 ,g4 ,certainly not4 ,through faith we look forward to it4 ,i4 ,even so1 by faith1 does ,columbus look forward1 far over the misty ocean1 to an undiscovered shore4 ,know1 ,don ,gomez1 that the absurdity1 as you style it1 shall be tested1 and that forthwith4 ,d4 ,g4 ,your ,majesty will excuse me if ,i remark that ,i have from your royal consort himself the assurance that the finances of the government are so exhausted by the late wars that he cannot consent to advance the necessary funds for fitting out an expedition of the kind proposed4 ,i4 ,be mine1 then1 the privilege6 ,i have jewels1 by the pledging of which ,i can raise the amount required2 and ,i have resolved that they shall be pledged to this enterprise without more delay4 ,col4 ,your ,majesty shall not repent your heroic resolve4 ,i will return--be sure ,i will return--and lay at your feet such a jewel as never queen wore yet1 an imperishable fame that shall couple with your memory the benedictions of millions yet unborn in climes yet unknown to civilized man4 ,there is a conviction in my mind that your ,majesty will live to bless the hour you came to this decision4 ,,the ,,mill ,,on ,,the ,,floss4 ,,george ,,eliot4 ,characters3 ,,tom ,,tulliver4 ,,maggie ,,tulliver4 ,maggie4 ,i'll help you now1 ,tom4 ,i've come to the school to stay ever so long4 ,i've brought my box and my pinafores--haven't ,i1 father8 ,tom4 ,you help me1 you silly little thing6 ,i should like to see you doing one of my lessons4 ,why1 ,i learn ,latin1 too4 ,girls never learn such things4 ,they're too silly4 ,m4 ,i know what ,latin is very well4 ,latin's a language4 ,there are ,latin words in the dictionary4 ,there's bonus1 a gift4 ,t4 ,now you're just wrong there1 ,miss ,maggie4 ,you think you're very wise4 ,but 8bonus0 means 8good10 as it happens--bonus1 bona1 bonum4 ,m4 ,well1 that's no reason why it shouldn't mean 8gift40 ,it may mean several things--almost every word does4 ,there's 8lawn0--it means the grass-plot as well as the stuff pocket-handkerchiefs are made of4 ,t4 ,now1 then1 come with me into the study1 ,maggie4 ,m4 ,oh1 what books6 ,how ,i should like to have as many books as that6 ,t4 ,why1 you couldn't read one of 'em4 ,they're all ,latin4 ,m4 ,no1 they aren't4 ,i can read the back of this1 8,history of the ,decline and ,fall of the ,roman ,empire40 ,t4 ,well1 what does that mean8 ,you don't know4 ,m4 ,but ,i could soon find out4 ,i should look inside and see what it was about4 ,t4 ,oh1 ,i say1 ,maggie1 we must keep quiet here1 you know4 ,if we break anything1 we'll have to cry peccavi4 ,m4 ,what's that8 ,t4 ,it's the ,latin for a good scolding4 ,m4 ,is your ,mrs4 ,stelling a cross woman1 ,tom8 ,t4 ,i believe you6 ,m4 ,i think all women are crosser than men4 ,aunt ,glegg's a great deal crosser than ,uncle ,glegg1 and mother scolds me more than father does4 ,t4 ,well1 you'll be a woman some day1 so you needn't talk4 ,m4 ,but ,i shall be a clever woman1 ,tom4 ,t4 ,oh1 ,i dare say1 and a nasty conceited thing4 ,everybody'll hate you4 ,m4 ,but you oughtn't to hate me1 ,tom4 ,it will be very wicked of you1 for ,i shall be your sister4 ,t4 ,oh1 bother6 ,come1 it's time for me to learn my lessons4 ,just see what ,i've got to do6 99 99 99 99 99 ,characters3 ,mrs4 ,,tulliver4 ,mrs4 ,,pullet4 ,mrs4 ,p4 ,my new bonnet has come home1 ,bessy4 ,mrs4 ,t4 ,has it1 sister8 ,and how do you like it8 ,mrs4 ,p4 ,it's apt to make a mess with clothes1 taking them out and putting them in again4 ,but it would be a pity for you to go away without seeing it4 ,there's no knowing what may happen4 ,mrs4 ,t4 ,i'm afraid it'll be troublesome to you getting it out1 sister2 but ,i should like to see what kind of a crown she's made you4 ,mrs4 ,p4 ,you'd like to see it on1 sister8 ,i'll open the shutter a bit farther4 ,mrs4 ,t4 ,well1 if you don't mind taking off your cap1 sister4 ,mrs4 ,p4 ,i've sometimes thought there's a loop too much of ribbon on the left side1 sister4 ,what do you think8 ,mrs4 ,t4 ,well1 ,i think it's best as it is4 ,if you meddled with it1 sister1 you might repent4 ,how much might she charge you for that bonnet1 sister8 ,mrs4 ,p4 ,pullet pays for it4 ,he said ,i was to have the best bonnet at ,garum ,church1 let the next best be whose it would4 ,i may never wear it twice1 sister2 who knows8 ,mrs4 ,t4 ,don't talk of that1 sister4 ,i hope you'll keep your health this summer4 ,mrs4 ,p4 ,but there may come a death in the family1 as there did soon after ,i had my green satin bonnet4 ,mrs4 ,t4 ,that would be unlucky4 ,there's never so much pleasure in wearing a bonnet a second year1 especially when the crowns are so chancy--never two summers alike4 ,mrs4 ,p4 ,ah1 it's the way of the world6 ,sister1 if you should never see that bonnet again till ,i'm dead and gone1 you'll remember ,i showed it to you this very day4 ,,the ,,hills ,,of ,,the ,,shatemuc4 ,,susan ,,warner4 ,characters3 ,,rufus ,,landholm4 ,,winthrop ,,landholm4 ,rufus4 ,we've got the farm in pretty good order now4 ,winthrop4 ,yes1 father has1 if those stumps were once out4 ,we ought to have good crops this year of most things4 ,r4 ,i am sure ,i have spent four or five years of my life in hard work upon it4 ,w4 ,your life ain't much the worse for it4 ,father has spent more than that4 ,how hard he has worked--to make this farm6 ,r4 ,it was a pretty tough subject to begin with2 but now it's the handsomest farm in the county4 ,it ought to pay considerable after this4 ,w4 ,it hasn't brought us in much so far1 ,rufus1 except just to keep along2 and a pretty tight fit at that4 ,r4 ,if the farm was clear1 ,i'd stand the chance of its paying4 ,it's that keeps us down--the debt4 ,w4 ,debt6 ,what debt8 ,r4 ,the interest on the mortgage4 ,w4 ,what is the debt8 ,r4 ,several thousands1 ,i believe4 ,w4 ,you and ,i must pay off that money1 ,rufus4 ,r4 ,ay2 but still there's the question1 which is the best way to do it8 ,w4 ,the best way1 ,i've a notion1 is not to take too long noon-spells in the afternoon4 ,r4 ,stop a bit4 ,sit down again2 ,i want to speak to you4 ,do you want to spend all your life following the oxen8 ,w4 ,what is the matter1 ,rufus8 ,r4 ,matter6 ,why1 ,winthrop1 that ,i am not willing to stay here and be a ploughman all my life1 when ,i might be something better4 ,w4 ,how can you be anything better1 ,rufus8 ,r4 ,do you think all the world is like this little world which these hills shut in8 ,there is another sort of world1 ,winthrop1 where people know something2 where other things are to be done than running plough furrows2 where men may read and write--do something great--distinguish themselves4 ,i want to be in that world4 ,w4 ,but what will you do1 ,rufus1 to get into that world8 ,we are shut in here4 ,r4 ,i am not shut in6 ,i will live for something greater than this6 ,w4 ,so would ,i1 if ,i could2 but what are we to do8 ,r4 ,there is only one thing to do4 ,i shall go to college4 ,w4 ,but some preparation is necessary1 ,rufus2 isn't it8 ,how will you get that8 ,father wants us this summer4 ,we are just beginning to help him4 ,r4 ,we can help him much better the other way4 ,farming is the most miserable slow way of making money that ever was contrived4 ,w4 ,how do you propose to make money1 ,rufus8 ,r4 ,i don't know4 ,i am not thinking about making money at present4 ,w4 ,it takes a great deal to go to college1 don't it8 ,r4 ,yes4 ,but ,i intend to go1 ,winthrop4 ,w4 ,yes1 you'll go4 ,r4 ,i'll try for it4 ,w4 ,and you'll get it1 too1 ,rufus6 ,,mistress ,,and ,,maid4 ,,dinah ,,mulock ,,craik4 ,characters3 ,,selina ,,leaf4 ,,hilary ,,leaf4 ,selina4 ,i'm sure ,i don't know how we are to manage with ,elizabeth4 ,that greedy-- ,hilary4 ,and growing-- ,s4 ,i say that greedy girl eats as much as both of us4 ,and as for her clothes--her mother doesn't keep her decent4 ,h4 ,she would find it hard on three pounds a year4 ,s4 ,hilary1 how dare you contradict me8 ,i am only stating a plain fact4 ,h4 ,and ,i another4 ,but1 indeed1 ,i don't want to talk1 ,selina4 ,s4 ,you never do except when you are wished to be silent1 and then your tongue goes like any race-horse4 ,h4 ,does it8 ,well1 like ,gilpin's1 8,it carries weight1 it rides a race1 ',tis for a thousand pound60 --and ,i only wish it were4 ,heigh-ho6 ,if ,i could but earn a thousand pounds6 ,s4 ,i'm sure she was as black as a chimney-sweep all to-day4 ,her pinafore had three rents in it1 which she never thinks of mending1 though ,i gave her needles and thread myself a week ago4 ,she doesn't know how to use them any more than a baby4 ,h4 ,possibly nobody ever taught her4 ,s4 ,yes1 she went for a year to the ,national ,school1 she says4 ,h4 ,well1 her forte is certainly children4 ,she is wonderfully patient with our troublesome scholars4 ,s4 ,you always find something to say for her4 ,h4 ,i should be ashamed if ,i could not find something to say for anybody who is always abused4 ,how can ,i help it1 ,selina1 if a girl fifteen years old is not a paragon of perfection8 as we all are1 if we only could find it out4 ,s4 ,her month ends to-morrow4 ,let her go4 ,h4 ,and perhaps get in her place a story-teller1 a tale-bearer1 even a thief4 ,by the bye1 the first step in the civilization of the ,polynesians was giving them clothes4 ,suppose we try the experiment with ,elizabeth8 ,,the ,,last ,,days ,,of ,,pompeii4 ,,edward ,,bulwer ,,lytton4 ,city destroyed1 ,a4,d4 ,august #bd1 #gi4 ,discovered1 #agej4 ,characters3 ,,clodius1 ,,pausa1 ,citizens4 ,clodius4 ,when is our next wild-beast fight8 ,pausa4 ,it stands fixed for the ninth ide of ,august4 ,we have a most lovely young lion for the occasion4 ,c4 ,whom shall we get for him to eat8 ,alas6 there is a great scarcity of criminals4 ,you must positively find some innocent or other to condemn to the lion1 ,pausa4 ,p4 ,indeed1 ,i have thought very seriously about it of late4 ,it was a most infamous law which forbade us to send our own slaves to the wild beasts4 ,not to let us do what we like with our own6 ,that's what ,i call an infringement on property itself4 ,c4 ,not so in the good old days of the ,republic4 ,p4 ,and then this pretended mercy to the slaves is such a disappointment to the poor people4 ,how they do love to see a good tough battle between a man and a lion6 ,and all this innocent pleasure they may lose--if the gods don't send us a good criminal soon--from this cursed law4 ,c4 ,what can be worse policy than to interfere with the manly amusements of the people8 ,p4 ,well1 thank ,jupiter and the ,fates6 ,we have no ,nero at present4 ,c4 ,he was1 indeed1 a tyrant4 ,he shut up our amphitheatre for ten years4 ,p4 ,i wonder it didn't create a rebellion4 ,c4 ,as it very nearly did4 99 99 99 99 99 ,characters3 ,,glaucus1 ,,sallust1 ,,lepidus1 ,citizens4 ,sallust4 ,ah1 it is a lustrum since ,i saw you6 ,glaucus4 ,and how have you spent the lustrum8 ,what new dishes have you discovered8 ,s4 ,i have been scientific1 and have made some experiments in the feeding of lampreys4 ,i confess ,i despair of bringing them to the perfection which our ,roman ancestors attained4 ,g4 ,miserable man6 and why8 ,s4 ,because it is no longer lawful to give them a slave to eat4 ,but slaves are not slaves nowadays1 and have no sympathy with their masters' interest1 or one of mine would destroy himself to oblige me4 ,lepidus4 ,what news from ,rome8 ,s4 ,the emperor has been giving a splendid supper to the senators4 ,l4 ,he is a good creature4 ,they say he never sends a man away without granting his request4 ,s4 ,perhaps he would let me kill a slave for my reservoir8 ,g4 ,not unlikely2 for he who grants a favor to one ,roman must always do it at the expense of another4 ,be sure that for every smile ,titus has caused a hundred eyes have wept4 ,s4 ,long live ,titus6 ,he has promised my brother a qustorship because he has run through his fortune4 ,l4 ,and wishes now to enrich himself among the people4 ,s4 ,exactly so4 ,g4 ,that is putting the people to some use4 ,well1 let us to the baths4 ,this is the time when all the world is there1 and ,fulvius1 whom you admire so much1 is going to read us an ode4 ,,ruth ,,hall4 ,,fanny ,,fern4 ,characters3 ,mrs4 ,,henry ,,hall4 ,mrs4 ,,ruth ,,hall1 ,daughter-in-law4 ,mrs4 ,h4 ,good morning1 ,ruth2 ,mrs4 ,hall1 ,i suppose1 ,i should call you1 only that ,i can't get used to being shoved aside so suddenly4 ,ruth4 ,oh1 pray don't say ,mrs4 ,hall to me4 ,call me any name that best pleases you2 ,i shall be quite satisfied4 ,mrs4 ,h4 ,i suppose you understand all about housekeeping1 ,ruth8 ,ruth4 ,no4 ,i have but just returned from boarding-school4 ,mrs4 ,h4 ,it is a great pity you were not brought up properly4 ,harry has his fortune yet to make1 you know4 ,young people nowadays seem to think money comes in showers4 ,harry has been brought up sensibly4 ,he has been taught economy4 ,do you know how to iron1 ,ruth8 ,ruth4 ,yes4 ,i have sometimes clear-starched my own muslins and laces4 ,mrs4 ,h4 ,glad to hear it4 ,can you make bread8 ,when ,i say bread1 ,i mean bread1--none of your soda1 saleratus mixtures1--old-fashioned yeast-riz bread4 ,do you know how to make it8 ,ruth4 ,no4 ,people in the city always buy baker's bread2 my father did4 ,mrs4 ,h4 ,your father6 ,land's sake1 child1 you mustn't quote your father1 now you're married4 ,i hope you won't be always running home1 or running anywhere1 in fact4 ,do you know ,i should like your looks better if you didn't curl your hair8 ,ruth4 ,i don't curl it2 it curls naturally4 ,mrs4 ,h4 ,that's a pity4 ,you should avoid everything that looks frivolous4 ,and1 ,ruth1 if you should feel the need of exercise1 don't gad in the streets4 ,there is nothing like a broom and a dust-pan to make the blood circulate4 ,i hope you don't read novels and such trash4 ,i have a very select little library containing a most excellent sermon on ,predestination by our good old minister1 ,dr4 ,diggs4 ,any time you stand in need of rational reading1 come to me4 ,,diogenes ,,and ,,plato ,,on ,,pride4 ,t4 ,a4 ,,bland4 ,diogenes4 ,fie on thy philosophy1 ,plato6 ,in spite of all1 thou art the veriest of aristocrats1 while philosophy teacheth humility4 ,plato4 ,thou hast spoken truly1 ,diogenes1 but not in wisdom2 thy speech is wise1 'tis true1 but thy thought is foolish4 ,that ,i am proud1 ,i own1 and that ,i am a democrat1 ,i do most sincerely maintain4 ,d4 ,now thou speakest in riddles4 ,thy words are double1 and thy answer as the answer of the fool4 ,p4 ,gently1 ,diogenes4 ,anger not thy mind with quick speech that is void of wisdom4 ,let us inquire into this matter with the calmness and deliberation befitting the dignity of philosophy4 ,is not pride self-respect1 and is not self-respect an admirable virtue8 ,d4 ,nay1 nay1 ,plato4 ,thou art surely in the wrong here4 ,pride is vanity1 and it leadeth to contempt for the merits of thy fellows4 ,thus is aristocracy fostered4 ,p4 ,if it were as you affirm1 then would ,i quickly eschew pride4 ,but ,i do not so hold1 nor did ,socrates4 ,methinks it were vanity1 and not pride1 thou wouldst condemn1 ,diogenes1 and pride and vanity1 ,i hold1 are very different matters4 ,d4 ,thy reasons8 ,give me thy reasons for this opinion4 ,i do maintain that pride is the root and substance of vanity4 ,p4 ,then thou dost surely not think wisely4 ,to be proud is to esteem one's self1 while the vain man is anxious about the praise of the mob4 ,pride is self-reliant1 confident1 courageous4 ,vanity is fawning1 anxious1 and cowardly4 ,and thou1 too1 art proud1 ,diogenes4 ,thy contempt for what thou callest my pride is the offspring of thy greater pride4 ,thou believest in the wisdom of ,diogenes more than in that of ,plato4 ,is not this thy pride8 ,d4 ,but ,plato lives in a palace and clothes his person with costly raiment4 ,diogenes despiseth costly raiment and lives in a tub4 ,p4 ,diogenes is therefore shown to be not only prouder than ,plato1 but vainer also4 ,d4 ,vain1 dost thou say1 ,plato8 ,art in thy right mind to call ,diogenes vain8 ,p4 ,i call thee vain1 ,diogenes1 and if thou but hear me ,i will prove it4 ,thou art vain of thy fame1 for thou art famous for thy humility4 ,thou art proud of thy wisdom1 also1 ,diogenes1 and vain of thy learning4 ,thou thinkest that thou art wiser than ,plato1 else thou wouldst become his disciple2 and richer than ,alexander1 else thou wouldst not scorn his gifts4 ',tis ,diogenes who is the aristocrat4 ,he thinks himself better than others1 and is therefore above his fellows4 ,d4 ,hold thee there1 ,plato4 ,thou surely doest me wrong4 ,do ,i not live like a peasant1 and scorn only the rich and they that are in high places2 and is that pride8 ,p4 ,thou dost indeed wear the garb of a peasant1 but thou also carriest a lantern to search for an honest man1 boldly proclaiming that until such a man is found thou wilt live alone4 ,is not this virtuous aristocracy8 ,fie on thy democracy1 ,diogenes6 ,by thine own argument thou art a greater aristocrat than ,plato4 ,but learn this1 and add it to thy stock of wisdom3 ,true pride is consistent with philosophy1 and philosophy is the foe of vanity4 ,,lorna ,,doone4 ,r4 ,d4 ,,blackmore4 ,place1 ,london2 time1 about #afhj2 reign of ,james ,,ii4 ,characters3 ,,john ,,ridd1 a countryman4 ,judge ,,george ,,jeffreys1 ,lord ,chief ,justice of ,england4 ,j4 ,r4 ,may it please your worship1 here ,i am1 according to order1 awaiting your good pleasure4 ,j4 ,j4 ,thou art made to weight1 ,john1 more than order4 ,how much dost thou tip the scales to8 ,j4 ,r4 ,only twelve score pounds1 my lord1 when ,i be in wrestling trim4 ,and sure ,i must have lost weight here1 fretting so long in ,london4 ,j4 ,j4 ,ha1 much fret there is in thee6 ,has his ,majesty seen thee8 ,j4 ,r4 ,yes1 my lord1 twice1 or even thrice1 and he made some jest concerning me4 ,j4 ,j4 ,a very poor one1 ,i doubt not4 ,now1 is there in thy neighborhood at ,exmoor a certain nest of robbers1 miscreants1 and outlaws1 whom all men fear to handle8 ,j4 ,r4 ,yes1 my lord2 at least ,i believe some of them be robbers2 and all of them are outlaws4 ,j4 ,j4 ,and what is your high-sheriff about that he doth not hang them all8 ,or send them up for me to hang1 without more to do about it8 ,j4 ,r4 ,i reckon that he is afraid1 my lord4 ,it is not safe to meddle with them4 ,they are of good birth1 and reckless1 and their place is very strong4 ,j4 ,j4 ,good birth6 ,what was ,lord ,russell of1 ,lord ,essex1 and ,sidney8 ',tis the surest heirship to the block to be the chip of an old one4 ,what is the name of this pestilent race1 and how many of them are there8 ,j4 ,r4 ,they are the ,doones of ,bagworthy ,forest1 may it please your worship4 ,and we reckon there be about forty of them1 besides the women and children4 ,j4 ,j4 ,forty ,doones all forty thieves6 ,how long have they been there1 then8 ,j4 ,r4 ,before the great war they came1 longer back than ,i can remember4 ,j4 ,j4 ,ay1 long before thou wast born1 ,john4 ,good1 thou speakest plainly4 ,woe betide a liar1 whenso ,i get hold of him4 ,ye need me on the ,western ,circuit1 and ye shall have me when ,london traitors are hung and swung4 ,now1 a few more things1 ,john ,ridd1 and1 for the present1 ,i have done with thee4 ,is there any sound1 round your way of disaffection to his most gracious ,majesty8 ,j4 ,r4 ,no1 my lord2 no sign whatever4 ,we pray for him in church1 and talk about him afterward1 hoping it may do him good1 as it is intended4 ,but after that we have naught to say1 not knowing much about him--at least till ,i get home again4 ,j4 ,j4 ,that is as it should be1 ,john1 and the less you say the better4 ,now1 ,john1 ,i have taken a liking to thee2 for never man told me the truth1 without fear or favor1 more truly than thou hast done4 ,i meant to use thee as my tool1 but thou art too honest and simple2 and never let me find thee1 ,john1 a tool for the other side1 or a tube for my words to pass through4 ,,the ,,musical ,,instrument4 ,characters3 ,,aunt ,,tabitha4 ,,laura4 ,a4 ,t4 ,thy grandmother1 child1 thy grandmother used to play upon a much better instrument than thine4 ,l4 ,indeed2 how could it have been better8 ,you know a piano is the most fashionable instrument1 and is used by everybody that is anything4 ,a4 ,t4 ,thy grandmother was something1 yet she never saw a piano-forte4 ,l4 ,but what was the name of the instrument8 ,had it strings1 and was it played by the hand8 ,a4 ,t4 ,you must give me time to recollect the name4 ,it was1 indeed1 a stringed instrument1 and was played with the hand4 ,l4 ,by the hands alone8 ,how vulgar6 ,but ,i should really like to see one1 and papa must buy me one when ,i return to the city4 ,do you think we can obtain one8 ,a4 ,t4 ,no2 you probably will not obtain one there2 but1 doubtless1 they may be found in some of the country towns4 ,l4 ,how many strings had it8 ,must one play with both hands8 ,and could one play the double-bass8 ,a4 ,t4 ,i know not whether it would play the double-bass1 as you call it2 but it was played with both hands1 and had two strings4 ,l4 ,two strings only8 ,surely you are jesting6 ,how could good music be procured from such an instrument1 when the piano has two or three hundred8 ,a4 ,t4 ,oh1 the strings were very long1 one of them about fourteen feet1 and the other may be lengthened at pleasure1 even to fifty feet or more4 ,l4 ,what a prodigious deal of room it must take up6 ,but no matter4 ,i will have mine in the old hall1 and papa may have an addition built to it1 for he says ,i shall never want for anything1 and so does mamma4 ,but what kind of sound did it make8 ,were the strings struck with little mallets1 like the piano8 or were they snapped like a harp8 ,a4 ,t4 ,like neither of those instruments1 as ,i recollect2 but it produced a soft kind of humming music1 and was peculiarly agreeable to the husband and relations of the performer4 ,l4 ,oh1 as to pleasing one's husband or relations1 you know that is altogether vulgar in fashionable society4 ,but ,i am determined to have one1 at any rate4 ,was it easily learned8 and was it taught by ,french and ,italian masters8 ,a4 ,t4 ,it was easily learned1 but taught neither by ,frenchmen nor ,italians4 ,l4 ,can you not possibly remember the name8 ,how shall we know what to inquire for8 ,a4 ,t4 ,yes4 ,i do now remember the name1 and you must inquire for a ,spinning-wheel4 ,,put ,,yourself ,,in ,,his ,,place4 ,a ,,story ,,of ,,the ,,trades-,,unions4 ,,charles ,,reade4 ,characters3 ,mr4 ,,grotait1 ,proprietor of ,the ,cutlers' ,arms4 ,,henry ,,little1 ,inventor1 and ,manufacturer of ,cutlers' ,tools4 ,mr4 ,g4 ,well1 ,mr4 ,little1 now1 between ourselves1 don't you think it rather hard that the poor workman should have to hang and race the master's grindstone for nothing8 ,mr4 ,l4 ,why1 they share the loss between them4 ,the stone costs the master three pounds1 and hanging it only costs the workman four or five shillings4 ,where's the grievance8 ,mr4 ,g4 ,hanging and racing a stone shortens the grinder's life2 fills his lungs with grit4 ,is the workman to give ,life and ,labor for a forenoon1 and is ,capital to contribute nothing8 ,is that your view of ,life1 ,labor1 and ,capital1 young man8 ,mr4 ,l4 ,that is smart2 but a rule of trade is a rule till it is altered by consent of the parties that made it4 ,now1 right or wrong1 it is the rule of trade here that the small grinders find their own stones and pay for power4 ,cheetham is smarting under your rules1 and you can't expect him to go against any rule that saves him a shilling4 ,mr4 ,g4 ,what does this grinder--,cheetham--think8 ,mr4 ,l4 ,you might as well ask what the grindstone thinks4 ,mr4 ,g4 ,well1 what does the grinder say1 then8 ,mr4 ,l4 ,says he'd rather run the old stone out than lose a forenoon4 ,mr4 ,g4 ,well1 sir1 it is his business4 ,mr4 ,l4 ,it may be a man's business to hang himself2 but it is the bystanders' to hinder him4 ,mr4 ,g4 ,you mistake me4 ,i mean that the grinder is the only man who knows whether a stone is safe4 ,mr4 ,l4 ,but this grinder does not pretend his stone is safe2 all he says is1 safe or not1 he'll run it4 ,so now the question is1 will you pay four shillings yourself for this blockhead's loss of time in hanging and racing a new stone8 ,your ,union can find money4 ,why grudge it when there's life to be saved1 perhaps1 and ten times cheaper than you pay for blood8 ,mr4 ,g4 ,young man1 did you come here to insult us with these worn-out slanders8 ,mr4 ,l4 ,no2 but ,i came to see whether you secretaries1 who can find pounds to assassinate men and blow up women and children with gunpowder1 can find shillings to secure the life of one of your own members4 ,mr4 ,g4 ,well1 sir1 the application is without precedent1 and ,i must decline it2 but this ,i beg to do as courteously as the application has been made uncourteously4 ,mr4 ,l4 ,oh1 it is easy to be polite when you've got no heart4 ,mr4 ,g4 ,you are the first ever brought that charge against me4 ,now1 have you nothing to say to us on your own account8 ,mr4 ,l4 ,not a word6 ,mr4 ,g4 ,but suppose ,i could suggest a way by which you could carry on your trade here and offend nobody8 ,mr4 ,l4 ,i should decline to hear it4 ,you and ,i are at war on that4 ,you have done your worst1 and ,i shall do my best to make you all smart for it1 the moment ,i get a chance4 ,mr4 ,g4 ,so be it1 then6 ,,pilgrim',s ,,progress4 ,,john ,,bunyan4 ,characters3 ,,faithful1 ,,talkative1 ,pilgrims4 ,faith4 ,friend1 whither away8 ,are you going to the ,heavenly ,country8 ,talk4 ,i am going to the same place4 ,f4 ,that is well4 ,then ,i hope we may have your good company4 ,t4 ,with a very good will will ,i be your companion4 ,f4 ,come on then1 and let us go together1 and let us spend our time in discoursing of things that are profitable4 ,t4 ,to talk of things that are good1 to me is very acceptable1 with you or with any other2 for to speak the truth1 there are but few who care thus to spend their time1 but choose much rather to be speaking of things to no profit1 and this hath been a trouble to me4 ,f4 ,that is indeed a thing to be lamented2 for what things so worthy of the use of the tongue and mouth of men on earth as are the things of the ,god of ,heaven8 ,t4 ,i like you wonderful well1 for your saying is full of conviction4 ,what things so pleasant8--that is1 if a man hath any delight in things that are wonderful4 ,if1 for instance1 a man doth delight to talk of the ,history or the ,mystery of things4 ,f4 ,that's true2 but to be profited by such things in our talk1 should be that which we design4 ,t4 ,that's it that ,i said4 ,further1 by this a man may learn to refute false opinions1 to vindicate the truth1 and also to instruct the ignorant4 ,f4 ,all this is true1 and glad am ,i to hear these things from you4 ,well then1 what is that one thing that we shall at this time found our discourse upon8 ,t4 ,what you will4 ,i will talk of things ,heavenly1 or things ,earthly2 things ,moral1 or things ,evangelical2 things ,sacred1 or things ,profane2 things past1 or things to come2 things foreign1 or things at home2 things more ,essential1 or things ,circumstantial2 provided that all be done to our profit4 ,f4 ,doth your life and conversation testify to ,faith1 ,love1 and ,grace8 or standeth your ,religion in ,word or in ,tongue1 and not in ,deed and ,truth8 ,pray if you incline to answer me in this1 say no more than you know the ,god above will say ,amen to2 and also nothing but what your conscience can justify you in4 ,t4 ,this kind of talk ,i did not expect2 nor am ,i inclined to give an answer to such questions1 because ,i count not myself bound thereto1 unless you take upon you to be a ,catechizer2 and though you should do so1 yet ,i may refuse to make you my ,judge4 ,but1 ,i pray1 will you tell me why you ask me such questions8 ,f4 ,because ,i saw you forward to talk1 and because ,i knew that you had naught else but notion4 ,t4 ,since you judge so rashly as you do1 ,i cannot but conclude you are some peevish or melancholy man1 not fit to be discoursed with2 and so adieu4 ,,alton ,,locke1 ,,tailor ,,and ,,poet4 ,,charles ,,kingsley4 ,characters3 ,mr4 ,,crossthwaite1 ,tailor4 ,,alton ,,locke1 ,tailor's ,apprentice4 ,time1 #ahcj4 ,a4 ,l4 ,mr4 ,crossthwaite1 ,i want to speak to you4 ,i want you to advise me4 ,mr4 ,c4 ,i have known that a long time4 ,a4 ,l4 ,then why did you never say a kind word to me8 ,mr4 ,c4 ,i was waiting to see whether you were worth it4 ,besides1 ,i wanted to see whether you trusted me enough to ask me4 ,now you've broke the ice at last1 in with you head and ears1 and see what you can fish out4 ,a4 ,l4 ,i am very unhappy4 ,mr4 ,c4 ,that's no new disorder1 as ,i know of4 ,a4 ,l4 ,no2 but ,i think the reason ,i am unhappy is a strange one2 at least1 ,i never read of but one person else in the same way4 ,i want to educate myself and ,i can't4 ,mr4 ,c4 ,you must have read precious little1 then1 if you think yourself in a strange way4 ,bless the boy's heart6 ,and what the dickens do you want to be educating yourself for8 ,if you had one-tenth the trouble taken with you that is taken with every pig-headed son of an aristocrat-- ,a4 ,l4 ,am ,i clever8 ,mr4 ,c4 ,clever8 ,what1 haven't you found that out yet8 ,don't try to put that on me6 ,a4 ,l4 ,really1 ,i never thought of it4 ,mr4 ,c4 ,more simpleton you6 ,i heard said the other day that you were a thorough young genius4 ,a4 ,l4 ,it sounds very grand1 and ,i should certainly like to have a good education4 ,but ,i can't see whose injustice keeps me out of one if ,i can't afford to pay for it4 ,mr4 ,c4 ,whose8 ,why1 the parsons'1 to be sure4 ,they've got the monopoly of education in ,england1 and get their bread by it4 ,of course1 it's their interest to keep up the price of their commodity1 and let no man have a taste of it who can't pay down handsomely4 ,a4 ,l4 ,but ,i thought the clergy were doing so much to help the poor4 ,at least1 ,i hear all the dissenting ministers grumbling at their continual interference4 ,mr4 ,c4 ,ay1 educating them to make them slaves and bigots4 ,they don't teach them what they teach their own sons4 ,a4 ,l4 ,but there are countless stories of great ,englishmen who have risen from the lowest ranks4 ,mr4 ,c4 ,ay2 but where are the stories of those who have not risen8 ,dead men tell no tales2 and this old whited sepulcher1 society1 ain't going to turn informer against itself4 ,a4 ,l4 ,i trust and hope that if ,god intends me to rise he will open the way for me4 ,perhaps the very struggles and sorrows of a poor genius may teach him more than ever wealth and prosperity could4 ,mr4 ,c4 ,true1 ,alton1 my boy1 and that's my only comfort4 ,it does make men of us1 this bitter battle of life4 ,we workingmen1 when we do come out of the furnace1 come out steel and granite1 and woe to the papier-mach gentleman that runs against us6 ,,metaphysics4 ,characters3 ,,two ,,students4 ,first4 ,pray tell me something about ,metaphysics1 for ,i cannot for my life make anything out of it4 ,second4 ,metaphysics is the science of abstractions4 ,f4 ,i am no wiser for that definition4 ,s4 ,well1 take for example this earth4 ,now the earth may exist4 ,f4 ,who ever doubted that8 ,s4 ,a great many men1 and some very learned ones2 although ,bishop ,berkeley has proved beyond all possible gainsaying or denial that it does not exist4 ,f4 ,that is a point of considerable consequence to settle4 ,s4 ,now the earth may exist1 and-- ,f4 ,but how is all this to be found out8 ,s4 ,by digging down to first principles4 ,f4 ,ay1 there is nothing equal to the spade and pickaxe2 'tis by digging that we can find out whether the world exists or not4 ,s4 ,that is true1 because if we dig to the bottom of the earth and find no foundation1 then it is clear that the world stands upon nothing2 or1 in other words1 that it does not stand at all1 therefore it stands to reason-- ,f4 ,but if one can't believe his own eyes1 what signifies talking about it8 ,s4 ,our eyes are nothing but the inlets of sensation2 we are sure of nothing that we see with our eyes4 ,f4 ,well1 what does a man begin to build upon in the metaphysical way8 ,s4 ,why1 he begins by taking something for granted4 ,f4 ,but is that a sure way of going to work8 ,s4 ,why it's--the--only thing he--can--do4 ,metaphysics is the consideration of immateriality1 or the mere spirit and essence of things4 ,when we speak of essence of things1 we mean the essence of locality1 the essence of duration-- ,f4 ,and the essence of peppermint8 ,s4 ,the essence ,i mean is quite a different affair4 ,it is a thing that has no matter4 ,it has no substance nor solidity1 large nor small1 hot nor cold1 long nor short4 ,f4 ,then what is the long and short of it8 ,s4 ,abstraction4 ,f4 ,what do you say to a pitchfork as an abstraction8 ,s4 ,a pitchfork would mean none in particular1 but one in general1 and would be a thing in abstraction4 ,f4 ,it would be a thing in the haymow4 ,what do you think of a red cow for an example8 ,s4 ,a red cow1 considered as an abstraction1 would be an animal possessing neither hides nor horns1 bones nor flesh2 it would have no color at all1 for its redness would be the mere counterfeit or imagination of such4 ,it would neither go to pasture1 chew cud1 give milk1 nor do anything of a like nature4 ,f4 ,nonsense6 ,all the metaphysics under the sun wouldn't make a pound of butter6 ,,work3 ,a ,,story ,,of ,,experience4 ,,louisa ,m4 ,,alcott4 ,by permission of ,roberts ,bros4 ,characters3 ,mrs4 ,,betsy ,,devon1 ,,christie ,,devon1 her niece4 ,c4 ,d4 ,aunt ,betsy1 there's going to be a new ,declaration of ,independence4 ,mrs4 ,d4 ,bless us and save us6 what do you mean1 child8 ,c4 ,d4 ,i mean that1 being of age1 ,i'm going to take care of myself1 and not be a burden any longer4 ,uncle thinks ,i ought to go away4 ,i don't intend to wait for him to tell me so1 but1 like the people in fairy tales1 travel away into the world and seek my fortune4 ,i know ,i can find it4 ,mrs4 ,d4 ,what crazy idee you got in your head now8 ,c4 ,d4 ,a very sane and sensible one1 that's got to be worked out4 ,i've had it a long time1 and ,i've thought it over thoroughly1 so ,i'm sure it's the right thing to do4 ,i hate to be dependent1 and1 now there's no need of it1 ,i can't bear it any longer4 ,i'm old enough to take care of myself1 and if ,i'd been a boy ,i should have been told to do it long ago4 ,i'm sick of this dull town1 where the one idea is1 ,eat1 drink1 and get rich2 so let me go1 ,aunt ,betsy1 and find my place1 wherever it is4 ,mrs4 ,d4 ,you mustn't think your uncle don't like you4 ,he does1 only he don't show it4 ,i don't see why you can't be contented4 ,i've lived here all my days1 and never found the place lonesome4 ,c4 ,d4 ,you and ,i are very different1 ma'am4 ,there was more yeast put into my composition1 ,i guess2 and after standing quiet in a warm corner so long1 ,i begin to ferment1 and ought to be kneaded up in time so that ,i may turn out a wholesome loaf1 else ,i shall turn sour and good for nothing4 ,does that make the matter any clearer8 ,mrs4 ,d4 ,i see what you mean1 ,christie1 but ,i never thought on't before4 ,you be better riz than me2 though1 let me tell you1 too much emptins makes bread poor stuff1 like baker's trash2 and too much workin' up makes it hard and dry4 ,now fly round1 for the big oven is 'most hot1 and this cake takes a sight of time in the mixin'4 ,c4 ,d4 ,you haven't said ,i might go1 ,aunt ,betsy4 ,mrs4 ,d4 7,sorting ingredients and reading from cookbook74 ,i ain't no right to keep you1 dear1 if you choose to take 7a pinch of salt74 ,i'm sorry you ain't happy1 and think you might be ef you'd only 7beat six yolks and whites together74 ,but if you can't1 and feel that you need 7two cups of sugar7 only speak to your uncle1 and ef he says 7a squeeze of fresh lemon7 go1 my dear1 and take my blessin' with you 7not forgetting to cover with a piece of paper74 ,c4 ,d4 ,when ,i've done something to be proud of1 you'll be glad to see me back again4 ,yes1 ,i'll try my experiment2 get rich2 found a home for girls like myself2 or1 better still1 be a ,mrs4 ,fry1 a ,florence ,nightingale1 or-- ,mrs4 ,d4 ,how are you on't for stockin's1 dear8 ,c4 ,d4 ,thank you for bringing me down to my feet again1 when ,i was soaring away too far and too fast4 ,i'm poorly off for stockings1 ma'am4 ,mrs4 ,d4 ,don't you think you could be contented1 ,christie1 ef ,i make the work lighter1 and leave you more time for your books and things8 ,c4 ,d4 ,no1 ma'am1 for ,i can't find what ,i want here4 ,mrs4 ,d4 ,what do you want to find1 child8 ,c4 ,d4 ,look in the fire and ,i'll try to show you4 ,do you see those two logs8 ,well1 that one smoldering dismally away in the corner is what my life is now2 the other1 blazing and singing1 is what ,i want my life to be4 ,mrs4 ,d4 ,bless me1 what an idee6 ,they are both a burnin' where they are put1 and both will be ashes to-morrow2 so what difference does it make8 ,c4 ,d4 ,i know the end is the same2 but it does make a difference how they turn to ashes1 and how ,i spend my life4 ,i hope my life1 like the log which fills the room with light1 may1 whether long or short1 be useful and cheerful while it lasts1 will be missed when it ends1 and leave something behind besides ashes4 ,mrs4 ,d4 ,a good smart blowin' up with the belluses would make the green stick burn 'most as well as the dry one after a spell4 ,i guess contentedness is the best bellus for young folks ef they would only think so4 ,c4 ,d4 ,i dare say you are right1 ,aunt ,betsy1 but ,i want to try for myself4 ,if ,i fail1 ,i'll come back and follow your advice4 ,,ninety-,,three4 ,scene3 ,a caf in ,paris4 ,time3 ,june #bh1 #agic4 ,characters3 ,,robespierre4 ,,danton4 ,,marat4 ,danton4 ,listen6 ,there is only one thing imminent--the peril of the ,republic4 ,i only know one thing--to deliver ,france from the enemy4 ,to accomplish that all means are fair4 ,let us be terrible and useful4 ,does the elephant stop to look where he sets his foot8 ,we must crush the enemy4 ,robespierre4 ,i shall be very glad4 ,the question is to know where the enemy is4 ,danton4 ,it is outside1 and ,i have chased it there4 ,rob4 ,it is within1 and ,i watch it4 ,marat4 ,calm yourselves4 ,it is everywhere1 and you are lost4 ,rob4 ,a truce to generalities4 ,i particularize4 ,here are facts4 ,in fifteen days they will have an army of brigands numbering three hundred thousand men1 and all ,brittany will belong to the ,king of ,france4 ,marat4 ,that is to say1 to the ,king of ,england4 ,rob4 ,no1 to the ,king of ,france4 ,it needs fifteen days to expel the stranger1 and eighteen hundred years to eliminate monarchy4 ,danton4 ,very well1 we will expel the ,english as we expelled the ,prussians4 ,rob4 ,sit down again1 ,danton1 and look at the map1 instead of knocking it with your fist4 ,danton4 ,that is madness6 ,robespierre1 the danger is a circle1 and we are within it4 ,if this continue and we do not put things in order1 the ,french ,revolution will kill the ,king of ,france for the ,king of ,prussia's sake4 ,marat4 ,you have each one his hobby4 ,danton1 yours is ,prussia2 ,robespierre1 yours is the ,vende4 ,i am going to state facts in my turn4 ,you do not perceive the real peril4 ,it is the cafs and the gaming-houses4 ,it is the paper money1 the famine1 the stock-brokers1 and the monopolists--there is the danger4 ,you see the danger at a distance when it is close at hand4 ,yes1 the danger is everywhere1 and above all in the centre4 ,danton4 ,there1 there1 there6 ,marat4 ,what is needed is a dictator4 ,robespierre1 you know that ,i want a dictator4 ,rob4 ,i know1 ,marat4 ,you or me8 ,marat4 ,me or you8 ,danton4 ,the dictatorship6 ,only try it6 ,marat4 ,hold6 ,one last effort4 ,let us get some agreement4 ,the situation is worth the trouble4 ,paris must assume the government of the ,revolution4 ,so be it4 ,well1 the conclusion is a dictatorship4 ,let us seize the dictatorship--we three who represent the ,revolution4 ,we are the three heads of ,cerberus4 ,of these three heads1 one talks--that is you1 ,robespierre2 one roars--that is you1 ,danton4 ,danton4 ,the other bites--that is you1 ,marat4 ,rob4 ,all three bite4 ,marat4 ,ah1 ,robespierre6 ,ah1 ,danton6 ,you will not listen to me6 ,well1 you are lost2 ,i tell you so4 ,you do things which shut every door against you--except that of the tomb4 ,danton4 ,that is our grandeur4 ,marat4 ,danton1 beware6 ,ah1 you shrug your shoulders6 ,sometimes a shrug of the shoulders makes the head fall4 ,and as for thee1 ,robespierre1 go on1 powder thyself1 dress thy hair1 brush thy clothes1 play the coxcomb4 ,fine as thou art1 thou wilt be dragged at the tails of four horses6 ,rob4 ,echo of ,coblentz6 ,danton4 ,i am the echo of nothing--,i am the cry of the whole1 ,robespierre4 ,marat4 ,ah1 you are young1 you6 ,how old art thou1 ,danton8 ,four-and-thirty4 ,how many are your years1 ,robespierre8 ,thirty-three4 ,well1 ,i--,i have lived always4 ,i am the old human suffering--,i have lived six thousand years4 ,danton4 ,that is true4 ,for six thousand years ,cain has been preserved in hatred like the toad in a rock2 the rock breaks1 ,cain springs out among men1 and is called ,marat4 ,marat4 ,danton6 ,danton4 ,marat talks very loud about the dictatorship and unity1 but he has only one ability--that of breaking to pieces4 ,rob4 ,as for me1 ,i say neither ,roland nor ,marat4 ,marat4 ,and ,i say neither ,danton nor ,robespierre4 ,let me give you advice1 ,danton4 ,do not meddle any more with politics--be wise4 ,adieu1 gentlemen4