4. "I find them in the garden, The plowshare turns them out; 5. "Now tell us what 'twas all about," 6. "It was the English," Kaspar cried, 7. "My father lived at Blenheim then, So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head. 8. "With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, And many a nursing mother then But things like that, you know, must be 9. "They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be 66 10. Great praise the Duke of Marlb'ro' won, 11. "And every body praised the Duke, "But what good came of it at last?” "Why, that I can not tell," said he ; LXXX.-FIELD LILIES. ANONYMOUS. 1. Lily bells! lily bells! swinging and ringing 2. Lily bells! lily bells! daintily swaying, Poising your petals like butterflies' wings, As the breeze murmurs round you, pray what is he saying? Is he whispering love-words and soft, pretty things? 3. Lily bells! lily bells! 'mid the long grasses Gleaming like sunbeams in still shady bower, Have you stolen your gold from the sun as he passes? Are ye guarding your treasure in bud and in flower? 4. Lily bells! lily bells! bowing and bending, Are ye nodding a welcome to me as I go? Do ye know that my heart bears a love never-ending For bright golden lily-bells all in a row? 5. Lily bells! lily bells! down in the meadows, As I see your fair forms 'mid the mosses and brake, My heart wanders back to the past, with its shadows, To Christ, and the wise, loving words that he spake. 6. "Consider the lilies "—yes, this was his teaching, 7. Lily bells! lily bells! waving and swinging, 8. Lily bells! lily bells! bending and swaying, Ring out your sweet peals on the still summer air; I would ye might lure all to trusting and praying, And teach them sweet lessons of God's loving care. LXXXI.-A PARABLE. JAMES R. LOWELL. 1. Worn and footsore was the Prophet, 2. "God of all the olden prophets, Wilt thou speak with men no more? 4. Bowing then his head, he listened 5. But the tuft of moss before him And, from out the rock's hard bosom, 6. "God! I thank thee," said the Prophet; "Hard of heart, and blind was I, Looking to the holy mountain For the gift of prophecy. 7. "Still thou speakest with thy children 8. "Had I trusted in my nature, And had faith in lowly things, Thou thyself wouldst then have sought me, 9. But I looked for signs and wonders, 11. "In her hand she held a flower, Like to this as like may be, Which, beside my very threshold, She had plucked and brought to me." LXXXII.-SOMETHING LEFT UNDONE H. W. LONGFELLOW. 1. Labor with what zeal we will, 2. By the bedside, on the stair, 3. Waits, and will not go away; Each to-day is heavier made; 4. Till at length the burden seems 5. And we stand from day to day, On their shoulders held the sky. LXXXIII.-THE INFINITY OF THE UNIVERSE. ORMSBY M. MITCHEL. 1. Light traverses space at the rate of twelve million miles a minute, yet the light from the nearest star requires ten years to reach the earth, and Herschel's telescope revealed stars two thousand three hundred times further distant. The great telescope of Lord Ross pursued these creations of God still deeper into space, and having resolved the |