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78. TRIUMPHS OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.- Rev. J. G. Lyons. Now gather all our Saxon bards, - let harps and hearts be strung, To celebrate the triumphs of our own good Saxon tongue ! For stronger far than hosts that march, with battle-flags unfurled, It goes with FREEDOM, Thought and Truth, to rouse and rule the
world. Stout Albion hears its household lays on every surf-worn shore, And Scotland hears its echoing far as Orkney's breakers roar; It climbs New England's rocky steeps as victor mounts a throne; Niagara knows and greets the voice, still mightier than its own. It spreads where Winter piles deep snows on bleak Canadian plains; And where, on Essequibo's banks, eternal Summer reigns. It tracks the loud, swift Oregon, through sunset valleys rolled, And soars where California brooks wash down their sands of gold. It kindles realms so far apart, that while its praise you sing, These may be clad with Autumn's fruits, and those with flowers of
Spring It quickens lands whose meteor lights flame in an Arctic sky, And lands for which the Southern Cross hangs orbit fires on high. It goes with all that Prophets told, and righteous Kings desired; With all that great Apostles taught, and glorious Greeks admired; With Shakspeare's deep and wondrous verse, and Milton's lofty mind; With Alfred's laws, and Newton's lore, to cheer and bless mankind. Mark, as it spreads, how deserts bloom, and Error flees away, As vanishes the mist of night before the star of day! Take heed, then, heirs of Saxon fame, take heed, nor once disgrace, With recreant pen or spoiling sword, our noble tongue and race! Go forth, and jointly speed the time, by good men prayed for long, When Christian States, grown just and wise, will scorn revenge and
wrong ; When earth's oppressed and savage tribes shall cease to pine or roam, All taught to prize these English words:- FAITH, FREEDOM, HEAVEN,
79. THE WATER-DRINKER. - E. Johnson.
O, WATER for me! bright water for me,
Fill to the brim! fill, fill to the brim;
80. THE DAYS THAT ARE GONE. - Charles Mackay. Who is it that mourns for the days that are gone, When a Noble could do as he liked with his own? When his serfs, with their burdens well filled on their backs, Never dared to complain of the weight of a tax? When his word was a statute, his nod was a law, And for aught but his “ order” he cared not a straw ? When each had his dungeon and racks for the poor, And a gibbet to hang a refractory boor ? They were days when the sword settled questions of right, And Falsehood was first to monopolize might ;
When Law never dreamed it was good to relent,
81. THE WORK-SHOP AND THE CAMP, – For a Mechanic Celebration.
The Camp has had its day of song:
The sword, the bayonet, the plume,
The plough, the anvil, and the loom!
Are Freedom's heroes bred alone ;
More heroes true than War has known!
May, with a heart as valiant, smite,
In blood before his blow of might!
The skill that conquers space and time,
That graces life, that lightens toil,
Than that which makes a realm its spoil.
His craft no pith of honor lacks ;
Less honored than the woodman's axe!
Nor deem that gold or outward height
In tastes that breed their own delight.
When men this sacred truth sball heed :-
Must all that raises man proceed !
For us shall duty make it good;
Till life and death are understood.
82. THE WISE MAN'S PRAYER.- Dr. Samuel Johnson.
INQUIRER, cease ! petitions yet remain Which Heaven may hear; nor deem religion vain ! Still raise for good the supplicating voice, But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice : Safe in His power, whose eyes discern afar The secret ambush of a specious pray'r; Implore His aid, in His decisions rest, Secure, whate'er He gives, He gives the best. Yet, when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervors for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resigned; For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill; For faith, that, panting for a happier seat, Counts death kind Nature's signal for retreat: These goods for man the laws of Heaven ordain ; These goods He grants who grants the power to gain. With these, celestial Wisdom calms the mind, And makes the happiness she does not find.
MARTIAL AND POPULAR.
1. SCIPIO TO HIS ARMY. - Abridgment from Livy. Before the battle of Ticinus, B. C. 218, in which the Carthaginians, under Hannibal, were victorious. The speech of the latter, on the same occasion, follows.
Nor because of their courage, O soldiers, but because an engagement is now inevitable, do the enemy prepare for battle. Two-thirds of their infantry and cavalry have been lost in the passage of the Alps. Those who survive hardly equal in number those who have perished. Should any one say, “ Though few, they are stout and irresistible," I reply, - Not so! They are the veriest shadows of men ; wretches, emaciated with hunger, and benumbed with cold; bruised and enfeebled among the rocks and crags; their joints frost-bitten, their sinews stiffened with the snow, their armor battered and shivered, their horses lame and powerless. Such is the cavalry, such the infantry, against which you
have to contend; not enemies, but shreds and remnants of enemies ! And I fear nothing more, than that when you have fought Hannibal, the Alps may seem to have been beforehand, and to have robbed you of the renown of a victory. But perhaps it was fitting that the Gods themselves, irrespective of human aid, should commence and carry forward a war against a leader and a people who violate the faith of treaties; and that we, who next to the Gods have been most injured, should complete the contest thus commenced, and nearly finished.
I would, therefore, have you fight, O soldiers, not only with that spirit with which you are wont to encounter other enemies, but with a certain indignation and resentment, such as you might experience if you should see your slaves suddenly taking up arms against you. We might have slain these Carthaginians, when they were shut up in Eryx, by hunger, the most dreadful of human tortures. We might have carried over our victorious fleet to Africa, and, in a few days, have destroyed Carthage, without opposition. We yielded to their prayers for pardon; we released them from the blockade; we made peace with them when conquered; and we afterwards held them under our protection, when they were borne down by the African war. In return for these benefits, they come, under the leadership of a hotbrained youth, to lay waste our country. Ah! would that the contest on your side were now for glory, and not for safety! It is not