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POETRY.-The Way by which He led thee, 2.
Little Shoes and Stockings, 2. The Brave at Home, 2. The Invisible Armies, 25. The Comet, 1861, 25.
SHORT ARTICLES.-New Relic of Columbus, 13. Accident on Mont Blanc, 15. Heraldic Jeu D'Esprit, 21. Death of Atkinson, the Traveller, 27. Bishop Taylor, 27. Wolsey's Repentance, 30. Auctumnalia, 34. Wine Corks, 44. Cannon, 47.
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THE WAY BY WHICH HE LED THEE.
WHEN we reach a quiet dwelling
With the light of resurrection,
When our changèd bodies glow,
In each radiant form shall shine,
While we have the palms of glory
Of our mortal griefs and fears?
And the clouds that hung so dim, When our hearts are filled with gladness, And our tears are dried by him?
Shall the memory be banished
Of his kindness and his care, When the wants and woes are vanished Which he loved to soothe and share? All the way by which he led us,
All the grievings which he bore; All the patient love he taught us, Shall we think of them no more?
Yes! we surely shall remember
How he quickened us from death—
With his spirit's glowing breath:
And his rest will be the dearer
When we think of weary ways,
As the dreams that pass away.
LITTLE SHOES AND STOCKINGS.
LITTLE shoes and stockings!
And the tear-wet cheek!
Of the nightly vigil,
And the daily prayer; Of the buried darling, Present everywhere.
Brightly plaided stockings,
These the dreams ye weave.
Of the world of bliss, Let the stricken mother Turn away from this; Bid her dream believing Little feet await, Watching for her passing Through the pearly gate.
THE BRAVE AT HOME.
BY T. BUCHANAN READ. THE maid who binds her warrior's sash, With smile that well her pain dissembles, The while beneath her drooping lash
One starry teardrop hangs and trembles. Though Heaven alone records the tear, And Fame shall never know her story, Her heart has shed a drop as dear As ever dewed the field of glory. The wife who girds her husband's sword, 'Mid little ones who weep or wonder, And bravely speaks the cheering word,
What though her heart be rent asunderDoomed nightly in her dreams to hear
The bolts of war around him rattle, Hath shed as sacred blood as e'er
Was poured upon the plain of battle! The mother who conceals her grief,
While to her breast her son she presses, Then breathes a few brave words and brief, Kissing the patriot brow she blesses, With no one but her secret God,
To know the pain that weighs upon her, Sheds holy blood as e'er the sod
Received on Freedom's field of honor!
From The London Review. that very many of the educated and refined, THE WEAKNESS OF GIANTS. as well as larger numbers who have coarser MYTHOLOGY, tradition, and history agree tastes, see a substratum of goodness under in the fact that giants, though strong in the evil thing, and defend it as not without body, are weak in mind; and that nature, its advantages in keeping up among the which does so much for them in respect of people a love of fair play, in discouraging or thews and sinews, is, for the most part, rendering impossible amongst us the use of niggardly to them in the matter of brains. the knife or the stiletto, and above all things Their brute force is not equalled by their in imprinting upon the whole course and intellect; and the biggest and most formida- current of an Englishman's character a conbly pretentious of them are continually rep-viction of the base cowardice of "hitting a resented as falling easy victims to the skill man when he is down." or cunning of comparatively small antago- Without entering upon that question at nists. Samson was but a poor creature all, and recognizing to the fullest extent the if he were not a positive idiot; and great brutality of the late fight between Hurst Goliath of Gath, fell easily before nimble and Mace, for the greatly coveted belt of little David. The Jotuns, in Norse my- the championship, we cannot but read the thology, were, with all their tremendous details of the struggle with a certain sort of strength, very easily circumvented by strip- admiration for the "pluck," as well as the lings and even by children; and the skill of the little man, who so effectually famous achievements of the universally defeated the big one. Hurst, the possessor popular and highly esteemed Jack-sur- of the belt, which he had won some months named the Giant-Killer-have no other moral than to show how infinitely superior to the mere bodily force of the hugest monsters in human form are the skill, patience, address, and pertinacity, that are given to smaller people, in order to keep true the balances of nature, and rescue the world from oppression. When a giant becomes the friend of a dwarf, it is only that he may have the advantage of the little man's intel-versary, and that that one blow would fell a lect; and the dwarf generally ends by making himself, as he ought to be, the ruler and governor of his bulky associate. It is an old, and all but universal instinct, which has contributed largely to the delight of men in all parts of the world, and given them treasures of poetry and romance, which have gone on accumulating from the earliest ages to our own.
ago at the close of a short fight, by a single and all but accidental blow, stood nearly six feet three inches in height, and weighed sixteen stonc. Mace, his antagonist, was but five feet eight inches in height, and weighed only ten stone and a half. It was known by the friends and backers of the giant, that he had but to strike one blow to make an end of the battle, if not of his ad
stronger man than Mace, as effectually as a child's hand would fell a ninepin. Mace, if not his friends and backers, was precisely of the same conviction, and never lost heart, or doubted the issue, even when Hurst, to add to his other advantages, acquired the right of choosing his corner, and stood with his own back to the sun, and the light full in the face of his adversary.
After a little preliminary sparring to feel his way, "Mace," says the graphic account of an eye-witness, "began the fight with
The fight for the championship of England, which took place on Tuesday last in an island in the river Medway, safe from the interference of a police that was doubt-a terrific blow, which completely closed less instructed not to be "too" zealous in Hurst's eye, and seemed to make his bulky the performance of its duty, was in itself a frame tremble to his very feet. Before the very disgusting business. Yet, in its re- first round, which lasted nearly twelve minsults, it was so remarkable a proof of the utes, was over, Hurst was half smothered in old wisdom of the world, as represented to his own blood, and his face so gashed, that, us by the traditions of every age and race, as far as appearances went, Mace might as to justify the journalist in commenting have been assaulting him with a razor. upon it. Most people of education look Hurst knew evidently nothing of boxing, upon pugilism with dislike, and some even and his antagonist therefore merely drew with abhorrence; but it cannot be denied aside with the most perfect sang-froid from