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I show Columbia, of the rocks
Which dip their foot in the seas, And soar to the air-borne flocks
Of clouds, and the boreal fleece.
I will divide my goods,
Call in the wretch and slave ; None shall rule but the humble,
And none but Toil shall have.
I will have never a noble,
No lineage counted great : Fishers, and choppers, and ploughmen,
Shall constitute a State,
Go, cut down trees in the forest,
And trim the straightest boughs ;Cut down trees in the forest,
And build me a wooden house.
Call the people together,
The young men and the sires, The diggers in the harvest-field,
Hireling, and him that hires;
And here, in a pine state-house,
They shall choose men to rule In every needful faculty
In Church, and State, and School.
Lo, now! if these poor men
Can govern the land and sea, And make just laws below the sun,
As planets faithful be.
And ye shall succour men;
'Tis nobleness to serve : Help them who cannot help again;
Beware from right to swerve.
I break your bonds and masterships,
And I unchain the slave; Free be his heart and hand henceforth,
As wind and wandering wave.
I cause from every creature
His proper good to flow : So much as he is and doeth,
So much he shall bestow;
DO THE THING WELL.
o the thing well, whatever you do!
Or darning a stocking, or cobbling a shoe, Or cleaning a drain, or sweeping the street, Do the thing well, and do it complete.
Ever remember that honour is won
Do the thing well, and do with your might,
Shrink not from hardship; the faint heart that cowers
Never grudge labour ;-painstaking still,
The Present weaves up from the acts of today,
In the Future, the spirit may struggle in vain
B. H. Ť.
A FAULT CONFESSED.
BY JOHN CRITCHLEY PRINCE.
명 FAULT confessed is half redressed,-
A simple saying, brief and wise, For the dear truth is ever best,
If truth without disguise. If in a weak and angry hour,
We utter bitter words and strong,
To rectify the wrong.
A fellow-being's peace and name,
But fretfulness and shame? Remember, that we but distress
Another's quiet and our own : Then let us hasten to confess,
And if we can, atone.
But there are words breath'd in the dark,
More baneful still than careless speech ;'Tis when we single out a mark
That secret spite may reach : An arrow from an unseen hand
Is winged to wound some guiltless breast; And who can such a foe withstand,
Hidden and unconfessed ?
God judgeth justly, and will bring
Grief for the mischief that we do ;
But we shall suffer too.
Before the injured one and Heaven,
Confess, and be forgiven.
London : FRED. PITMAN, 20, Paternoster Row, E.C.
Printed by J. WARD, Dewsbury.
fertile theme. I think there are few who are aware of woman's power for good or evil : sure I am, that women themselves are not aware of what they might do if they would, to elevate, civilise, and christianise the world. Their influence is all the more powerful, because quiet, gentle, and often hidden : it is not the noisy and the exciting elements in nature that are the most powerful. The lightningfash that refts the rocks, or fells the trees, and whose bursting gives us the grand roar of the pealing thunder, is not the mightiest influence in the world. No. The sun, whose gentle rays falling on a wintry world, wakes it up to all the beauties of spring, makes the buds open, the sap rise from the roots, and extend to the farthest branch of our tallest trees, is more powerful than the lightning. The oxygen that attacks the most substantial building, and at last lays the proudest castle in the dust, works quietly and noiselessly, but it is more powerful than the lightning, the earthquake, or the ocean in a storm : and so woman's influence, quiet, unobtrusive, often silent and hidden, is one of the mightiest agencies in the hands of God, for the advancement of truth, and the good of humanity. I am convinced that the power of women for good has yet to be learnt and acknowledged by the church and the world; and if the few biographical sketches I shall give you to-night, should lead one lady, young or old, to feel her power, and prepare to use that power for good, I shall not have spoken