And shouted but once more aloud,

"My father, must I stay?"

While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.

They wrapt the ship in splendor wild,
They caught the flag on high,

And streamed above the gallant child
Like banners in the sky.

There came a burst of thunder-sound-
The boy!-oh, where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around

With fragments strewed the sea!

With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part,—
But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young, faithful heart!

Felicia Dorothea Hemans.

BURY YOUR WRONGS

In the very depths of yourself dig a grave. Let it be like some forgotten spot to which no path leads; and there, in the eternal silence, bury the wrongs that you have suffered. Your heart will feel as if a weight had fallen from it, and a divine peace come to abide with you. Charles Wagner.

AMERICA TO ENGLAND

Read at the Lotos Club dinner to Whitelaw Reid

The youngest of the nations,

Grown stalwart in the West,

Yearns back to where each morning
Glows o'er the ocean's crest,
And cries: "O Mother Country,
Ours is your ancient pride,
And, whate'er may befall you,
Our place is at your side."

"Ours are the old traditions Of Saxon and of Kelt; We visit rare Westminster,

And kneel where you have knelt.

Your restful country places,

Hills, lakes, and London town-

Their memories we inherit

And share in their renown.

"Your Avon is our Avon;

Song knows no border line;
The stars their radiance mingle
Which in one heaven shine.
Within your 'Poet's Corner'
Longfellow's gentle grace
With all the august shadows

Is given a welcome place.

"Your mighty men of science
Who've made the world anew,
Transforming earth and heaven,
Wrought not alone for you.
From Newton up to Darwin
Each from his truth-built throne,
Nods greeting to our homage-
We claim them for our own.

"You fought the fight for freedom
And taught mankind the creed;
Long ere our 'Declaration,'
There was a Runnymede.

We won at Appomattox,

But you had won before;
Our Bunker Hill and Yorktown
Look back to Marston Moor-

"Our Washington and Lincoln Were of your sturdy stockCut out of Milton's quarry,

One piece with Cromwell's rock. Our Pilgrims learned the lesson That English means the free, And through the wintry weather They brought it over sea.

"Then let this glorious vision

Along our pathway gleam

"They are the architects of greatness.

Their vision lies within their souls." THE DREAMERS:

Herbert Kaufman.

(See page 187)