THE STAB.-WILL WALLACE HARNEY. On the road, the lonely road, Under the cold, white moon; Under the rugged trees he strode, Whistled and shifted his heavy load,Whistled a foolish tune. There was a step, timed with his own, But the moon came out so broad and good Then roughed his feathers in drowsy mood; SONG OF STEAM.-GEORGE W. CUTTER. Harness me down with your iron bands, Be sure of your curb and rein, For I scorn the strength of your puny hands How I laughed as I lay concealed from sight, At the childish boast of human might, And the pride of human power. When I saw an army upon the land, Creeping along, a snail-like band, Or waiting the wayward breeze,- When I marked the peasant faintly reel As he feebly turned the tardy wheel, Or tugged at the weary oar,— When I measured the panting courser's speed, The flight of the carrier dove, As they bore the law a king decreed, I could but think how the world would feel, When I should be bound to the rushing keel, Ha, ha, ha! They found me at last, And I rushed to my throne with a thunder blast, The ocean pales where'er I sweep, I carry the wealth and the lord of earth, The lightning is left behind. In the darksome depths of the fathomless mine, My tireless arm doth play; Where the rocks never saw the sun decline, Or the dawn of a glorious day; I bring earth's glittering jewels up From the hidden caves below, And I make the fountain's granite cup I blow the bellows, I forge the steel, I hammer the ore and turn the wheel Where my arms of strength are made. I manage the furnace, the mill, the mint,~ And all my doings I put into print On every Saturday eve. I've no muscle to weary, no brains to decay, And soon I intend you may "go and play," But harness me down with your iron bands, For I scorn the strength of your puny hands THE DOUBLE BED. A new Western town. but lately reclaimed from the wilderness, where the houses are few, mean, and ugly, the streets mud or dust, the trees destroyed, and the general appearance one of poverty struggling with heavy obstacles, where the wolves run the mail in ahead of time, and night is made hideous by a tailor practising on a flute-this is a good place to keep away from. Into such a town as this, and during court week, I once rode on horseback, at the end of a weary day; passed into a continuous mud hole, studded with stumps and ornamented with logs, that a benighted country called a road. Night had already closed in, and I was guided to the hotel by the thousand and one boys of the place, and the noise issuing from the bar-room, no less beastly and disagreeable. I found the landlord shut up in a corner pen, dealing out liquid insanity to his customers. To my request for supper and a bed he responded that I could eat my fill, but there was not a bed unengaged or not occupied in the house. I persisted, until the wretch informed me that there was "a feller" in No. 6 occupying a double bed, and I could "roll in there," if so minded. It was dismal, but my only hope; so after the evening indigestion, I climbed the rough stairs to No. 6. I was told by the landlord to walk in without knocking, and did so. I found my companion measuring off his dreams by snores, and, undressing, “rolled in," as the landlord had suggested. The stranger turned over, with something between a growl and a grunt, as I crept to his side. Tired as I was, I could not sleep. The bed-tick felt as if it were stuffed with grasshoppers, and the pillows were of the sort to slip up one's nose in the night, and be sneezed out some time during the day. Besides this, my bedfellow snored abominably. It sounded like a giant trying to blow "Old Hundred" through a tin horn, without knowing exactly how. I bore this infliction as long as I could, and at last gave my friend a dig in the ribs, exclaiming at the same I say!" Hillo-sh-what is it?" he asked, in a confused way. "I am sorry to disturb you, but I think it my duty to inform you that I walk in my sleep." 66 Well, walk." "My Christian friend, I am well aware that this is a free country, and if a man wishes to walk in his sleep, there is no constitutional provision to prevent him. But I wish to remark that if I do walk you had better not interfere with me." “Oh, walk! I won't say a word about it." "Well, don't. When addressed or interfered with, I am apt to get furious. I nearly brained a poor man with a dogiron the other night." "The deuce you did! That's rather disagreeable. A fel low might, under an impulse, blurt out something to you." "Better not." "No, I should think not." A long pause followed this. At last the now wide-awake lodger asked abruptly: "Did you notice my hat on the floor?" "I believe I did." "If you walk, you know, I'd rather you would not step in it." "I'll bear that in mind." After another pause he again asked: Did you notice that door on the left?" "I saw a door on my left." "Well, if you walk, I'd advise you not to go out there. It opens on a porch, only the porch hasn't been built, and it's twenty feet down into the stable-yard." "I don't believe I shall walk out of that door." 46 'Don't think I would if I walked much." I supposed my inquisitive friend was dropping into a sleep, when he again broke out: "I say, did you really brain a man with a dog-iron?" "I tried pretty hard." Then came in a silence that was not broken. After a lit tle while I heard my bedfellow creeping softly from the other side of the bed. I could hear him feeling about for his hat and his clothes. Then I had the satisfaction of knowing that the door had closed softly on my retreating tormentor. I rolled over and slept the sleep of innocence. The next morning, on descending to breakfast, I found an old friend seated at the table. We had not met for years. After a cordial greeting, I said: "Are you stopping here?" "I have been trying. But I am nearly dead. I slept on a bench in the bar-room, amid a lot of drunken brutes who sang 'Bingo' for wagers of drink all night." 66 Could you get no bed?" Yes. I had a double bed to myself when that stupid ass of a landlord sent up a crazy fellow, who walked and struck out with dog-irons." "Good heavens, Gillipsy, was that you?" "And, D., you don't mean to say that you served me that infernal trick!" It was a case that called for diplomatic explanation. HEROES OF GREECE.-BYRON. They fell devoted, but undying; The very gale their names seemed sighing; Claimed kindred with their sacred clay; Despite of every yoke she bears, |