ΙΙΙ. I watch the mowers, as they go Through the tall grass, a white-sleeved row. IV. The butterfly and humble-bee Come to the pleasant woods with me; Where the vain bluebird trims his coat, V. As silently, as tenderly, The down of peace descends cn me. I lie and listen, and rejoice. J. T. TROWBRIDGE. XLIV.-CHARACTER OF CHARLES THE FIRST. THE HE advocates of Charles, like the advocates of other malefactors against whom overwhelming evidence is produced, generally decline all controversy about the facts, and content themselves with calling testimony to character. He had so many private virtues! And had James the Second no private virtues? Was Oliver Cromwell, his bitterest enemies themselves being judges, destitute of private virtues? 2. And what, after all, are the virtues ascribed to Charles? A religious zeal, not more sincere than that of his son, and fully as weak and narrow-minded, and a few of the ordinary household decencies which half the tombstones in England claim for those who lie beneath them. A good father! A good husband! Ample apologies indeed for fifteen years of persecution, tyranny, and falsehood! 3. We charge him with having broken his coronation oath; and we are told that he kept his marriage vow! We accuse him of having given up his people to the merciless inflictions of the most hot-headed and hard-hearted of prelates; and the defence is, that he took his little son on his knee and kissed him! We censure him for having violated the articles of the Petition of Right, after having, for good and valuable consideration, promised to observe them; and we are informed that he was accustomed to hear prayers at six o'clock in the morning! It is to such considerations as these, together with his Vandyke dress, his handsome face, and his peaked beard, that he owes, we verily believe, most of his popularity with the present generation. 4. For ourselves, we own that we do not understand the common phrase, a good man, but a bad king. We can as easily conceive a good man and an unnatural father, or a good man and a treacherous friend. We cannot, in estimating the character of an individual, leave out of our consideration his conduct in the most important of all human relations; and if in that relation we find him to have been selfish, cruel, and deceitful, we shall take the liberty to call him a bad man, in spite of all his temperance at table, and all his regularity at chapel. LORD MACAULAY. XLV.-FALL OF THE INDIAN HEROES. I. HEY come! they come! the pale-face come!" "THE The chieftain shouted where he stood Sharp watching at the margin wood, II. No nodding plumes or banners fair III. And long they fought, and firm and well, Save when they gave the fearful yell But what were feathered flints to fate? IV. From pine and poplar, here and there, Did tell who fell, and when and where. V. The calm, that cometh after all, Here tall pines wheeled their shadows round That sadly pointed out the dead, Like some broad shield high overhead As leading to the Better Land. You might have heard the cricket's trill, VL The mighty chief at last was down, His tomahawk lay at his side, One arm stretched out as over-bold, VII. Here tall grass bowed its tasseled head And there they lay in crooked fern, JOAQUIN MILLER. XLVI.-RUINS OF JAMESTOWN SETTLEMENT. I remains the first English HAVE taken a pleasant ride of sixty miles down the settlement in Virginia. The site is a very handsome one. The river is three miles broad, and on the opposite shore the country presents a fine range of bold and beautiful hills. But I find no vestiges of the ancient town, except the ruins of a church-steeple and a disordered group of old tombstones. 2. The ruin of the steeple is about thirty feet high, and mantled to its very summit with ivy. It is difficult to look at this venerable object, surrounded as it is with these awful proofs of the mortality of man, without exclaiming, in the pathetic solemnity of our Shakspeare,— "The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, 3. Whence arise the irrepressible reverence and tender affection with which I look at this broken steeple? Is it |