an, amid a crowd that thronged the daily

rd of hope and love, unstudied, from the

the tumult thrown, a transitory breath,— ther from the dust; it saved a soul from

fount! O word of love! O thought at a cast!

ttle at the first, but mighty at the last.

THE MINSTREL BOY. — Moore.

minstrel boy to the war is gone,
the ranks of death you 'll find him,
r's sword he has girded on,

s wild harp slung behind him.
Song!" said the warrior bard,
h all the world betrays thee,
1, at least, thy rights shall guard,
thful harp shall praise thee!"

trel fell but the foeman's chain
not bring his proud soul under;
he loved ne'er spoke again,
tore its cords asunder,

"No chains shall sully thee, oul of love and bravery!

3 were made for the pure and free,

hall never sound in slavery!

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So glory's thrill is o'er,

And hearts that once beat high Now feel that pulse no more

No more to chiefs and ladies br
The harp of Tara swells;
The cord alone that breaks at n
Its tale of ruin tells.

Thus Freedom now so seldom v
The only throb she gives
Is when some heart indignant 1
To show that still she lives.

Ex. 99. THE SEA.—i

EAUTIFUL, sublime, and
Mild, majestic, foaming,

Over time itself victorious,

Image of eternity!

Sun and moon and stars shine See thy surface ebb and flow Yet attempt not to explore thee In thy soundless depths belo

Whether morning's splendor ste With the rainbow's glowing

Tempests rouse or navies sweep thee, 'Tis but for a moment's space.

Earth, her valleys and her mountains,
Mortal man's behests obey;
The unfathomable fountains
Scoff his search and scorn his

Such art thou, stupendous ocean!
But, if overwhelmed by thee,
Can we think, without emotion,
What must thy Creator be?

sway.

Ex. 100. THE TEMPEST.

WE

Fields.

E were crowded in the cabin,
Not a soul would dare to sleep,—

It was midnight on the waters,

And a storm was on the deep.

'Tis a fearful thing in winter

To be shattered by the blast,
And to hear the rattling trumpet
Thunder, "Cut away the mast!"

So we shuddered there in silence,-
For the stoutest held his breath,
While the hungry sea was roaring,
And the breakers talked with Death.

As thus we sat in darkness,

Each one busy with his prayers,. "We are lost!" the captain shouted As he staggered down the stairs.

And we anchored safe in harb
When the morn was shinin

Ex. 101. -A HAPPY LIFE.

HOW

OW happy is he born and That serveth not anothe Whose armor is his honest thou And simple truth his utmost

Whose passions not his masters Whose soul is still prepared f Not tied unto the world with ca Of public fame or private bre

Who envies none that chance d Or vice; who never understo How deepest wounds are given Nor rules of state, but rules

Who hath his life from rumors Whose conscience is his stron Whose state can neither flattere Nor ruin make accusers great

Who God doth late and early p More of his grace than gifts

And entertains the harmless day
With a well-chosen book or friend.

This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And, having nothing, yet hath all.

Ex. 102. — FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE.

Lover.

O

UR Father Land! and wouldst thou know

Why we should call it Father Land?

It is that Adam here below

Was made of earth by Nature's hand.

And he, our father made of earth,
Hath peopled earth on every hand;
And we, in memory of his birth,
Do call our country Father Land.

At first in Eden's bowers, they say,
No sound of speech had Adam caught,
But whistled like a bird all day,-
And maybe 't was for want of thought.

But Nature, with resistless laws,
Made Adam soon surpass the birds;
She gave him lovely Eve because
If he 'd a wife they must have words.

And so the native land, I hold,

By male descent is proudly mine;
The language, as the tale hath told,
Was given in the female line.