If I am right, Thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;

If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart
To find that better way!

Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,

At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woc,
To hide the fault I see:
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quicken'd by Thy breath;
Oh, lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Through this day's life or death;
This day be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun,

Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,
And let Thy will be done.

To Thee, whose temple is all space;
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies;
One chorus let all beings raise !
All nature's incense rise!

WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY.-J. Godfrey Saxc.)

It was a noble Roman,

In Rome's imperial day,
Who heard a coward croaker,
Before the castle say :—

"They're safe in such a fortress;
There is no way to shake it!"

Where there's a Will, there's a Way. 135

"On! on!" exclaimed the hero ;
"I'll find a way, or make it."
Is fame your aspiration?
Her path is steep and high;
In vain he seeks her temple,
Content to gaze and sigh.
The shining throne is waiting,
But he alone can take it
Who says, with Roman firmness,
"I'll find a way, or make it!"
Is learning your ambition?
There is no royal road;
Alike the peer and peasant
Must climb to her abode;
Who feels the thirst for knowledge,
In Helicon may slake it,
If he has still the Roman will,
"To find a way, or make it !"
Are riches worth the getting?
They must be bravely sought;
With wishing and with fretting
The boon cannot be bought :
To all the prize is open,

But only he can take it,
Who says, with Roman courage,
"I'll find a way, or make it!"

In love's impassioned warfare
The tale has ever been,

That victory crowns the valiant,-
The brave are they who win :
Though strong is beauty's castle,
A lover still may take it,
Who says, with Roman daring,
"I'll find a way, or make it!"

YOUNG LOCHINVAR.-(Scott.)

O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west; Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword, he weapons had

none;

He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,

There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,

He swam the Esk river where ford there was none;
But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate,

The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall,

'Mong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all:

Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) "O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war ? Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ?" "I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ;Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tideAnd now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar." The bride kiss'd the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh,

With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.

He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,"Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and
plume;

And the bride-maidens whispered, ""Twere better

by far

To have match'd our fair

Lochinvar."

cousin with young

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near,

So light to the croup the fair lady he swung,

So light to the saddle before her he sprung!

"She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur!

They'll have fleet steeds that follow!" quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan;

Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and

they ran;

There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lea, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see! So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,

Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?

A MAN.

HAMLET. ACT I. SCENE II.

"He was a man, take him for all in all
I shall not look upon his like again."

TELL'S SPEECH.-(7. S. Knowles.)

YE crags and peaks, I'm with you once again!
I hold to you the hands you first beheld,
To show they still are free. Methinks I hear
A spirit in your echoes answer me,

And bid your tenant welcome to his home
Again! O sacred forms, how proud you look!
How high you lift your heads into the sky!
How huge you are! How mighty and how free!
Ye are the things that tower, that shine-whose
smile

Makes glad—whose frown is terrible—whose forms,
Robed or unrobed, do all the impress wear
Of awe divine, ye guards of liberty

I'm with you once again! I call to you
With all my voice! I hold my hands to you
To show they still are free. I rush to you
As though I could embrace you!

Scaling yonder peak,
I saw an eagle wheeling near its brow,
O'er the abyss: his broad expanded wings
Lay calm and motionless upon the air,
As if he floated there without their aid,
By the sole act of his unlorded will,
That buoyed him proudly up. Instinctively
I bent my bow; yet kept he rounding still
His airy circle, as in the delight

Of measuring the ample range beneath,
And round about absorbed, he heeded not

The death that threaten'd him. I could not shoot; 'Twas liberty! I turned my bow aside,

And let him soar away!

Heavens, with what pride I used

To walk these hills, and look up to my God,