"The fellow owns, as far as I can larn, A few old houses only, and a barn; As that's the case, zounds! what are showers to him? Would I have played with your hay such a freak? I acted solely for the best; I do affirm it, Mister Jay, indeed. Your anger for this once restrain, I'll never bring a drop again Till you and all the parish are agreed.” RING THE BELL SOFTLY.-DEXTER SMITH. Some one has gone from this strange world of ours, Some one is resting from sorrow and sin, When the sweet sunbeams have brought us their light. Weary with labor, and welcoming sleep, 'Some one's departed to heaven's bright shore; Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door! Angels were anxiously longing to meet One who walks with them in heaven's bright street; THE POLISH BOY.-ANN S. STEPHENS. Whence come those shrieks so wild and shrill, That cut, like blades of steel, the air, Causing the creeping blood to chill With the sharp cadence of despair? Again they come, as if a heart Were cleft in twain by one quick blow, And every string had voice apart To utter its peculiar woe. Whence came they? from yon temple, where An altar, raised for private prayer, Now forms the warrior's marble bed Clings to the dead with death's own grasp, But meets no answering caress? No thrilling fingers seek its clasp. It is the hand of her whose cry Then, with pale cheek and flashing eye, "Back, ruffians, back! nor dare to tread Nor touch the living boy; I stand And drag me to Siberia's wild To perish, if 'twill save my child!" "Peace, woman, peace!" the leader cried, "One moment!" shrieked the mother; "one! Will land or gold redeem my son? Take heritage, take name, take all, But leave him free from Russian thrall: Take these!" and her white arms and hands And tore from braids of long black hair Down at the Russian's feet she cast. He stooped to seize the glittering store;- The mother, with a cry of joy, Snatched to her leaping heart the boy. But the brave child is roused at length, Of his young spirit, fierce and bold. His curling lips and crimson cheeks "Ye hold me not! no! no, nor car. › He drew aside his broidered vest, And there, like slumbering serpent's crest, "Ha! start ye back? Fool! coward! knave! A moment, and the funeral light -Great God, I thank thee! Mother, I Rejoice with thee,-and thus-to die." One long, deep breath, and his pale head IDEAS THE LIFE OF A PEOPLE.-GEORGE W. CURTIS. The leaders of our Revolution were men of whom the simple truth is the highest praise. Of every condition in life, they were singularly sagacious, sober, and thoughtful. Lord Chatham spoke only the truth when he said to Franklin, of the men who composed the first colonial Congress: "The Congress is the most honorable assembly of statesmen since those of the ancient Greeks and Romans in the most virtuous times." Given to grave reflection, they were neither dreamers nor visionaries, and they were much too earnest to be rhetoricians. It is a curious fact, that they were generally men of so calm a temper that they lived to extreme age. With the exception of Patrick Henry and Samuel Adams, they were most of them profound scholars, and studied the history of mankind that they might know men. They were so familiar with the lives and thoughts of the wisest and best minds of the past that a classic aroma hangs about their writings and their speech; and they were profoundly convinced of what statesmen always know, and the adroitest mere politicians never perceive, that ideas are the life of a people; that the conscience, not the pocket, is the real citadel of a nation, and that when you have debauched and demoralized that conscience by teaching that there are no natural rights, and that therefore there is no moral right or wrong in political action, you have poisoned the wells and rotted the crops in the ground. The three greatest living statesmen of England knew this also. Edmund Burke knew it, and Charles James Fox, and William Pitt, Earl of Chatham. But they did not speak for the King, or Parliament, or the English nation. Lord Gower spoke for them when he said in Parliament: "Let the Americans talk about their natural and divine rights; their rights as men and citizens; their rights from God and nature! I am for enforcing these measures." My lord was contemptuous, and the King hired the Hessians, but the truth remained true. The Fathers saw the scarlet soldiers swarming over the sea, but more steadily they saw that national progress had been secure only in the degree |