H° CXXV. COLUMBUS. 1. OW in the world did Columbus get over, For them that after came, That on the other brink Of this wild waste terra firma should be, II. How a man ever should hope to get thither, To stick to the notion That in some nook or bend Of a sea without end, He should find North and South America, III. What if wise men had, as far back as Ptolemy, Judged that the earth like an orange was round, None of them ever said, "Come along, follow me; Sail to the West, and the East will be found." Many a day before Ever they'd come ashore, Sadder and wiser men They'd have turned back again; And that he did not, but did cross the sea, Is a pure wonder, I must say to me. Arthur Hugh Clough. HE cold gray day clung shivering to the dreary hills, TH While o'er the valley still, night's rain-fringed curtain fell; But waking Blue Eyes smiled, ""T is ever as God wills! II. Then sank she on her knees, with eager lifted hands ; III. And, Father," then arose another pleading prayer, IV. "But, Father, grant that when the glorious fight is done, And up the crimson sky the shouts of freemen swell, Grant that there be no nobler victor 'neath the sun, Than he whose golden hair I love so well. Amen! Praise God," said little Claribel. V. When gray and dreary day shook hands with grayer night, The heavy air was thrilled with clangor of a bell; "O shout!" the herald cried, his worn eyes brimmed with light. "'T is victory! O what glorious news to tell!" "Amen! Praise God!" cried little Claribel. VI. "And, herald, tell me, was my brother in the fight, VII. "And walks he now in victor's plumes of red, While trumpets' golden throats his coming steps foretell?" VIII. "With conquerors, wearing crowns, and bearing palms," he said. A snow of sudden fear upon the rose lips fell. “O sweetest herald, say my brother lives," she plead. IX. The cold gray day died sobbing on the weary hills, M. L. Parmelee. Β' CXXVII. — MORNING SOUNDS. I. UT who the melodies of morn can tell? The wild brook, babbling down the mountain's side; The lowing herd; the sheepfold's simple bell; The pipe of early shepherd, dim descried In the lone valley; echoing far and wide II. The cottage curs at early pilgrim bark ; Crowned with her pail the tripping milkmaid sings; James Beattie. CXXVIII. MR - AN APPEAL TO ARMS. R. PRESIDENT: It is natural for man to indulge. in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? 2. Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it. 3. I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And, judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the house? 4. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. 5. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled, that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation, the last arguments to which kings resort. 6. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us; they can be meant for no other. 7. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. 8. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication ? What terms shall we find, which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves longer. Sir, we have done everything that could be done, to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned, we have remonstrated, we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and parliament. 9. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne. In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. 10. If we wish to be free; if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been |