therein, the world would at last owe to this great house in which the ark of the covenant of my country is lodged its final uplifting and its regeneration. But a few days afterwards I went to visit a friend in the country, a modest man, with a quiet country home. It was just a simple, unpretentious house, set about with great trees and encircled in meadow and field rich with the promise of harvest; the fragrance of the pink and the hollyhock in the front yard was mingled with the aroma of the orchard and the garden, and the resonant clucking of poultry and the hum of bees. Inside were quiet, cleanliness, thrift, and comfort. Outside, there stood my friend, the master-a simple, independent, upright man, with no mortgage on his roof, no lien on his growing crops master of his land and master of himself. There was his old father, an aged and trembling man, but happy in the heart and home of his son. And as he started to enter his home, the hand of the old man went down on the young man's shoulder, laying there the unspeakable blessing of an honored and honorable father, and ennobling it with the knighthood of the fifth commandment. As we approached the door the mother came, a happy smile lighting up her face, while with the rich music of her heart she bade her husband and her son welcome to their home. Beyond was the housewife, busy with her domestic affairs, the loving help mate of her husband. Down the lane came the children after the cows, singing sweetly, as like birds they sought the quiet of their nest. So the night came down on that house, falling gently, as the wing from an unseen dove. And the old man, while a startled bird called from the forest and the trees thrilled with the cricket's cry and the stars were falling from the sky, called the family around him and took the Bible from the table and called them to their knees. The little baby hid in the folds of its mother's dress while he closed the record of that day by calling down God's blessing on that simple home. While I gazed, the vision of the marble Capitol faded; forgotten were its treasuries and its majesty; and I said: "Surely here in the homes of the people lodge at last the strength and the responsibility of this government, the hope and the promise of this Republic." HENRY WOODFIN GRADY. THANATOPSIS. To him who, in the love of Nature, holds When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, To Nature's teachings, while from all around Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim To be a brother to the insensible rock, Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish. Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulcher. The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun, the vales That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man! The golden sun, All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes. - The flight of years began, have laid them down As the long train Of ages glides away, the sons of men The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honorable, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. THE BIBLE. |