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• You must gain us an hour, my son, gain it at Such vigils are woman's victories, she wins them any cost;
day by day Better our race end here, and now, than King Deeds all untold in stirring tale, unsung in minand cause he lost
strel's lay, Lost on the first proud day his foot our threshold Yet harder than the fiery feats of many a crossed.
We cannot raise our flag, as erst, defiant on our
Slowly up from the banks of Ure, under the old walls,
oak-boughs, And bid our monarch rest secure mid loyal With regular soldier tramp that rang, the crouchhearts and halls ;
ing fawn to rouse, But boys and old men answer now, when Wyvil's Came the victor ranks of Ironsides, stern tritrumpet calls.
umph on their brows.
But I swore by my dead lord's side — dead mid And in the midst, on serried spears, a ghastly
his gallant band, The bullet ideep in his heart, the sword in his The blood-stains red on the proud young face,
load they bare, strong cold hand
red on the bright brown hair, To spare in the royal cause nor love, nor life, nor and the old trees bent in stately grief over the land.
Keep them an hour, my boy, ere the ford by
Die is won ; Gain but an hour, and then — my life's last Rest by the bonnie banks of Ure, mid the heathtask is done.'
er's purple flower ; Speak to the stalwart countryman of the hill
and old gray tower,
And he'll tell my tale, and show the ford, and Twice had the clock boomed out, as steady and call it • Wyvil's Hour.' strong as Fate,
S. K. P.
BY CHARLES MATHEWS.
From Tinsley's Magazine. And give them the same cup of pap;
And bring both up in Surrey,
Teach both Lindley Murray,
And buy them the same leather cap.
Dress up both little boys
In the same corduroys,
And whip both with the very same rod;
You'll find all of no use,-
One will turn out a goose, —
Teach 'em 'two tens are twenty,'
And, 'As in presenti,'
And put down . Quæ genus' before 'em;
One quickly will holloa,
Mars, Bacchus, Apollo !'
Ere t'other can get out 'viorum.'
You may work like a nigger,
But when they get bigger
They'll grow more unlike ev'ry day;
Though they've felt the same birch,
One will take to the church,
T'other pay his half-price to the play.
One will idolise Homer,
And t’other Bob Romer;
And when they are free from the school,
One will live up in attics
And love mathematics,
T'other doat on Paul Bedford and Toole.
One man's born ferocious,
One lamb-like, another defiant;
One's born for a writer,
And one for a fighter —
We all have our breeds,
And our various seeds,
Just like animals, fishes, and flowers;
You can't make a dog
From a sheep or a hog;
They've their classes distinct, and we've ours · Each is cracked in his way
Who'd compare a bear's hug
To the bite of a pug?
Who'd have felt the least pity for Daniel,
If, 'stead of a cage
With wild-beasts to engage,
He'd been put in a den with a spaniel ?
You might just as well try
To make elephants fly,
Or convert pickled pork into venison,
As compel a born coward
To fight like a Howard -
A beadle to rhyme like a Tennyson.
All our different races
Have stamped on their faces
The marks that distinguish them — rather!
You may tell the born glutton,
Who lives upon mutton,
From the savage who eats his own father.
Why, just look at the Yankees !
I'd not give two thankye's
For all the fine things that they teach
About men being 'equal'—
They've found in the sequel
While the North stuck to figures,
South larrup'd its niggers,
And each called its mission divine;
Till the wrong and the right
Had a jolly good fight,
After lots of hard thwacks,
The Whites found that the Blacks Were considered as equal by no man;
A black woolly pate
Can't compete with hair straight -
Both Sambo's detractors
And best benefactors,
While they crown him with roses
Will still hold their noses,
Since to prove black is white
Is as difficult quite
The notion dismiss
And depend upon this —
Now I'll tell you what do –
Take a boot and a shoe,
And compare them together,
Though both made of leather,
So, though all made of clay,
We're not shaped the same way, And our clay's mixed in various gradations;
At the time of our birth
We're all sent upon earth
We all were created '
That's true as it's stated
One's destined to play
On the orgin all day, T'other's destined to just blow the bellows.
Were it otherwise, why
Shouldn't good Mrs. Fry
Been whipped, the old coward !
Twist us which way you will,
Nature will come out still; You may fight her decrees till you're sick :
Nature meant Edmund Kean
Should illumine the scene -
Thus will ev'ry man find
His position assigned ;
Be he Norland or Titian,
He works out his mission
One man's born to be funny
And squander his money, Another's created to lend it ;
The greater the bore,
Why the greater his store
It's some consolation
To know compensation Is equally granted to all;
What by some men is wanted,
To others is granted — Brown's too short, and Thompson's too tall
There's Commodore Rose
With the gout in his toes,
While the poor starving peasant,
Who knocks down a pheasant, In his life never swallowed a pill.
Then let all be content
Just to follow our bent,
Let Nature alone,
Envy no man his own,
Now, to sum up the whole
Of this long rigmarole,
It's really absurd
To treat all as one herd,
Try and humour the bent
With which each man is sent,
And assist the poor creature
To better his nature,
If Tom Hood had been put
In a regiment of foot
For in spite of hard drilling
I'd bet you a shilling
Do you think that Molière
When he polished a chair, And worked hard as a pillow and bolsterer,
Didn't sicken to do it?
'Twas bosh - and he knew itYou couldn't make him an upholsterer.
Then don't say we're all made
Of one mould and one grade,
We're born wide apart
Both in head and in heart ;
COUNTING BABY'S TOES.
Dimpled and white,
Wrapped for the night,
Your queer little toes,
Of a shell or a rose !
That sits in the sun;
And three is a nun;
With innocent breast;
Asleep on her nest.
A POSE FOR A PICTURE.
the People;" “ The Blessing;” “Stand up for Does any artist, desirous of distinguishing other 'notes;" and " The Peerless Magnificence
Jesus;" “Poems, with Autobiographies and himself, want a subject of which he may make a
of the Word of God.” picture for the next Exhibition of the Royal
N. Y. Evening Post, 10 Oct. Academy? Then here is one for him, in an extract from the Moniteur relative to the Spanish Insurrection :-
OUR OLD FRIEND.— Mrs. Malaprop is full of " The frigate Victoria, which had appeared before the Elections. Corunpa, retired in consequence of the attitude as
Her opinions, sh
says, with sumed by the Captain-General.”
some confusion in her mind between plums and
politics, are Preservative, and she is for the What scope this announcement affords for the Irish Church, having a cousin who is an Archconception of a grand historical picture! In deacon's Apparition. She is certain something the whole range of profane history there is only dreadful will happen to that Gladstone, who, she one instance at all nearly parallel to the wonder- hears, has crossed the Rubicund, and is perspirful fact which it proclaims. That occurred at ing with Bright and the Radicals. She has no the last siege of Acre, where the garrison imme- patience with women wanting to have votes, and diately laid down their arms on the appearance is delighted that the Reviving Banisters refused of Admiral Sir Charles Napier in the breach, them the Frances. Mrs. M. reads the foreign when he raised his walking-stick. This, how- news, as you may be sure when you hear that ever, was too simple a gesture to be suitable for she talks about the Bonbons being driven out of pictorial illustration. But if there is
Punch. grandeur which is characteristic of Continental genius, he can emboly it in a portrait of the Captain-General of Corunna, as he appeared in Upon the principle that a member of Parliathe attitude in consequence of which the Vic- ment has no opinions beyond those with which toria retired.
his constituents entrust him, it may be main
tained that a clergyman's only duty is to supply The Rev. Dr. Morse in the first edition of his gaz- the religion and the morality of which his conetteer stated that “ Albany is a town of 800 houses gregation approves. Such seems to be the the. and 4000 inhabitants all standing with their gable ory of the Congregationalists worshipping : ends to the street."
Broadstreet Chapel, Reading, who have callel upon their pastor to vacate his holy office, on the
ground that he had “set up too high a standDEATH OF THOMAS H. STOCKTON.
ard of Christian life.” The poor sinners of The Rev. Dr. Thomas H. Stockton, for many Reading have doubtless found their efforts to be years ch:2 plain of the House of Representatives, consistently pious quite hopeless; and probably died at Philadelphia on Wednesday. He was wish to have some kindly mentor who will make born at Mount Holly, N. J., June 4, 1898. He allowances for their infirmities. began to write for the press at an early age, and also stu lied medicine at Philadelphia. In May, 1829, he began preaching, in connection with the Methodist Protestant Church. In 1830 TITIAN'S “ Peter Martyr," it will be rememhe was stationed at Baltimore, and in 1833 was bered, was destroyed some time ago by a fire in elected chaplain to congress, and re-elected in Venice. An excellent copy of the picture pos1835. From 1836 to 1839 he lived in Baltimore, sessed by the Museum of Florence has been compiled the prayer-book of the Methodist Pro-kinélly handed over by the Florentines to the city testant Church, and was for a short time editor of Venice. The “ Last Judgment” in the church of the Methodist Protestant. He soon after re- of St. Marie, Dantzic, which was long considered signed and moved to Philadelphia, where he re- to be the work of Van Eyck, turns out to be a mained until 1817, as pastor and public lecturer, picture of Stourbout’s. The contract for the er. then removed to Cincinnati, and was elected ecution of the picture has been discovered, and presiilent of the Miami University, but declined, settles the question. and in 1850 returned to Baltimore, where he was for five years associate pastor of the St. John's Methodist Church, and for three and a A FRENCH chemist claims to have discovered half years pastor ofan associate Reformed Presby- a method of manufacturing transparent lookingterian Church. Since 1856 he has lived in Phila- glasses, terms which seem to imply a self-condelphia. He was again Chaplain of the House from tradiction. Instead of mercury, he uses platinum 1859 to 1861, and in 1862 was chaplain of the for the back of the glass; and his preparation Senate. Rev. Dr. Stockton edited several period- has the virtue of concealing every defect in the icals and published an edition of the New Testa- glass itself. M. Dode says that his looking-glass ment in paragraph form. Also, the following may be used for windows, so transparent is it. works : - Floating Flowers from a hidden If this is true, there need be no lack of mirrors Brook;" “ The Bible Alliance;" “ Sermons for in a house.
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