TO YOUNG SPIRITS. BY J. BAYARD TAYLOR. BRETHREN in thought and years! Ye on whose brows the morning splendors gleam- Come! ye are young and strong; Give then your strength to Freedom and to Truth, Oh! 'tis a glorious strife! Life-long and toilsome must the combat be, And for the victors, immortality! He who has battled for his struggling race, Heedless of what the world might name renown Shall from the glory of his lofty place On kings and thrones look down! There's many a toil to bear Scoffing and scorn from many a meaner soul, Yet bravely bear it all, So long as Vice, with bloody chariot-wheel, The wronged and suffering, from their darkened sphere, Will aid you with their eloquence of prayer, And hearts, whose wishes reach th' Almighty's ear, Will ask your blessing there! Not with a warrior tread Be your proud marching, o'er the waking world- Where the swift death on flaming bolts is hurled! Touch with a trusting hand The chords of feeling in the deadened heart, Oh! by that God whose breath inspires the soul, Brothers, let us arouse ! Shall we be bound in earth's benumbing thrall? Say, what is Freedom, but the power to be Feel we not, deep within, A spirit mighty, deathless and sublime; Come, then, ere morn be gone! Ere the pure blossoms of the spirit fade- THE MURDERED CZAR.* BY W. H. C. HOSMER. I. A DARK procession from the tomb The holy priest knelt down in prayer. II. A stately figure joined the train, And slowly walked behind the bier- To check the unavailing tear. "Paul caused the corpse of his father, Peter III., to be taken up and brought to the palace, to receive similar honors with that of the Empress, his wife. Prince Baratinsky and Count Alexius Orloff, two of the murderers of the unfortunate Czar, were fixed on to officiate as chief mourners. The imperial crown was placed on the coffin of Peter; and in presence of the assembled court, and amidst sable hangings, lighted tapers, and all the solemnity of wo, the two mourners took their station. Orloff, whose nerves were strong, endured the scene unshaken; but his companion fainted beneath his emotions.”—Mavor. No golden circlet graced his head, III. When nearer to the palace proud The princely weeper said aloud, To young and old-" Make way! make way!" Like flashing waves before the prow, Assembling thousands round divide; And solemnly they. enter now The lofty dwelling-place of Pride. IV. The chandelier and lamp threw light. Broad hangings rustled on the wall; And prostrate serf their homage paid, Paul, on the coffin of his sire, The diadem of Empire laid. V. In presence of the courtiers then, Their station by the coffin took. A trembling thrilled each iron frame, And bloodless waxed their "tell-tale" cheeks Oh, Guilt and Agony and Shame Are vultures with unsparing beaks! |