IMMORTALITY. F human souls, why not an- | As light and heat essential to the sun, gelic too, Extinguished, and a solitary God O'er ghastly ruin frowning from his throne? Shall we this moment gaze on God in man, The next lose man for ever in the dust? pire? How little lovely here! how little known! Small knowledge we dig up with endless toil, And love unfeigned may purchase perfect hate. Why starved on earth our angel appetites, While brutal are indulged their fulsome fill? From dust we disengage, or This cannot be. To love and know, in man, man mistakes, And there where least his judgment fears a And these demonstrate boundless objects too. Objects, powers, appetites, Heaven suits in flaw. With doubts, fears, fruitless hopes, regrets, despairs, Mankind's peculiar, reason's precious, dower. No foreign clime they ransack for their robes, THE LION AND THE CUB. OW fond are men of rule and place H° Who court it from the mean and base! Their good is good entire, unmixed, un- They love the cellar's vulgar joke, marred; They find a paradise in every field, On boughs forbidden where no curses hang; Their ill no more than strikes the sense, unstretched By previous dread or murmur in the rear; When the worst comes, it comes unfeared: one stroke And lose their hours in ale and smoke; If these can read, to these I write, Begins and ends their woe; they die but Avoided all the lion-kind; once. Blessed, incommunicable privilege, for which Proud man, who rules the globe and reads the stars, Philosopher or hero, sighs in vain! Account for this prerogative in brutes. And re-enthrones us in supremacy Of joy even here! Admit immortal life, And, though much bitter in our cup is thrown, แ Fond of applause, he sought the feasts Are trumpets of their own disgrace." Why so severe?" the cub replies. Our senate always held me wise.""How weak is pride!" returns the sire; "All fools are vain when fools admire; But know what stupid asses prize Heaven our reward for heaven enjoyed below! Lions and noble beasts despise." EDWARD YOUNG. JOHN GAY. While echo faint and far replies, "Hark, O! hark, O!" “Charco'!”—“ Hark, O!" Such cheery sounds Then honored be the charcoal-man! Attend him on his daily rounds. Though dusky as an African, 'Tis not for you, that chance to be A little better clad than he, His honest manhood to despise, Although from morn till eve he cries, "Charco' charco'!" While mocking echo still replies, "Hark, O! hark, O!" "Charco' !"-" Hark, O!" Long may the sounds Proclaim Mark Haley's daily rounds! JOHN T. TROWBRIDGE. OVER THE RIVER. VER the river they beckon to me, Loved ones who've crossed to the farther side; The gleam of their snowy robes I see, But their voices are lost in the dashing tide. There's one with ringlets of sunny gold, And eyes the reflection of heaven's own blue: He crossed in the twilight gray and cold, And the pale mist hid him from mortal view. We saw not the angels who met him there, The gates of the city we could not see: Over the river, over the river, Over the river the boatman pale Carried another-the household pet; Her brown curls waved in the gentle gale; Darling Minnie! I see her yet. She crossed on her bosom her dimpled hands And fearlessly entered the phantom bark; We felt it glide from the silver sands, And all our sunshine grew strangely dark. We know she is safe on the farther side, Where all the ransomed and angels be: Over the river, the mystic river, My childhood's idol is waiting for me. For none return from those quiet shores Who cross with the boatman cold and pale; We hear the dip of the golden oars And catch a gleam of the snowy sail, And, lo! they have passed from our yearning hearts, They cross the stream and are gone for aye. We may not sunder the veil apart. Let us rise up and part: she will not know; Let us go seaward as the great winds go, Full of blown sand and foam; what help is here? There is no help, for all these things are so, And all the world is bitter as a tear; That hides from our vision the gates of And how these things are, though ye strove day; We only know that their barks no more to show, She would not know. May sail with us o'er life's stormy sea; They watch and beckon and wait for me. And I sit and think, when the sunset's gold I shall one day stand by the water cold oar; I shall watch for a gleam of the flapping sail, I shall hear the boat as it gains the strand, We weep. gave love many dreams and days to keep, Flowers without scent, and fruits that would Let us go hence and rest: she will not love. | You wish the court to hear and listen too? She shall not hear us if we sing hereof, Then speak with point, be brief, be close, be Nor see love's ways, how sore they are and steep. Come hence, let be, lie still; it is enough. Love is a barren sea, bitter and deep; And, though she saw all heaven in flower above, She would not love. true; Cite well your cases: let them be in point, Free from false taste and verbiage and pa- Stuff not your speech with every sort of law: Let us give up, go down: she will not care. drove Books should be read; but if you can't digest, Deep down the stifling lips and drowning Clear heads, sound hearts, full minds, with hair, She would not care. Let us go hence, go hence: she will not see.. She too, remembering days and words that were, Will turn a little toward us, sighing, but we, We are hence, we are gone, as though we had not been there. Nay, and, though all men seeing had pity on me, She would not see. ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. ADVICE TO LAWYERS. IN point may speak ; All else how poor in fact! in law how weak! Who's a great lawyer? He who aims to say Greatness ne'er grew from soils of spongy All on the surface dry, beneath all cold; rise, And gather vigor as it seeks the skies. Whoe'er in law desires to win his cause Must speak with point, not measure out "wise saws," Must make his learning apt, his reasoning Pregnant in matter, but in style severe, JOSEPH STORY. |