The bad news quickly reached the deck, It sped from lip to lip, And ghastly faces everywhere Looked from the doomed ship. "Is there no hope-no chance of life?” A hundred lips implore; "But one," the captain made reply, "To run the ship on shore." A sailor, whose heroic soul That hour should yet reveal By name John Maynard, eastern bornStood calmly at the wheel. "Head her south-east!" the captain shouts, Above the smothered roar, "Head her south-east without delay! Make for the nearest shore!" No terror pales the helmsman's cheek, Or clouds his dauntless eye, As in a sailor's measured tone His voice responds, "Ay, Ay!" Three hundred souls-the steamer's freight-Crowd forward wild with fear, While at the stern the dreadful flames Above the deck appear. John Maynard watched the nearing flames, He grasped the wheel, and steadfastly "John Maynard," with an anxious voice, "Stand by the wheel five minutes yet, And we will reach the shore." Through flames and smoke that dauntless heart Responded firmly, still Unawed, though face to face with death, The flames approach with giant strides, He crushes down the pain- One moment yet! one moment yet! Hath saved them from the fearful fire, But where is he, that helmsman bold? His nerveless hands released their task, The wave received his lifeless corpse, HORATIO ALger, Jr. THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN OHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "To-morrow is our wedding-day, "My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, He soon replied, "I do admire "I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, "That's well said; We will be furnished with our own, John Gilpin kissed his loving wife; O'erjoyed was he to find That, though on pleasure she was bent, The morning came, the chaise was brought, To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud. So three doors off the chaise was stayed, Six precious souls, and all agog Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad. 1 John Gilpin at his horse's side For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, "The wine is left behind!" "Good lack!" quoth he-" yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul !) Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, Now see him mounted once again So fair and softly, John he cried, So stooping down, as needs he must Who cannot sit upright, He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, which never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or 4ought; The wind did blow, the cluek did fly, Till, loop and button failing both, Then might all people wel! discern A bottle swinging at each side The dogs did bark, the child en screamned, And every soul cried out, “Well done!" His fame soon spread around; He carries weight! he rides a race! 'Tis for a thousand pound! And still, as fast as he drew near, And now, as he went bowing down Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke But still he seemed to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced : For all might see the bottle necks Still dangling at his waist. Thus all through merry Islington These gambols he did play, Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay. And there he threw the wash about At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. Stop, stop, John Gilpin !-Here's the house"They all aloud did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired:" Said Gilpin "So am I!" But yet his horse was not a whit So like an arrow swift he flew, So did he fly-which brings me to Away went Gilpin out of breath, The calender, amazed to see His neighbor in such trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, What news? what news? your tidings tell- Say why bareheaded you are come, Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke; And thus unto the calender I came because your horse would come; My hat and wig will soon be here- The calender, right glad to find Whence straight he came with hat and wig; A wig that flowed behind, A hat not much the worse for wear, He held them up, and in his turn But let me scrape the dirt away Said John, "It is my wedding day, So turning to his horse, he said, 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine." Ah, luckless speech and bootless boast, And galloped off with all his might, Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig : Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw Into the country far away, She pulled out half a-crown; And thus unto the youth she said, "This shall be yours when you bring back My husband safe and well." The youth did ride, and soon did meet Whom in a trice he tried to stop, But not performing what he meant, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away, Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss Six gentlemen upon the road Thus seeing Gilpin fly, With post-boy scampering in the rear, 'Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman !" Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town; Nor stopped till where he had got up Now let us sing, "Long live the king, And, when he next doth ride abroad, WILLIAM Cowper. W FALL OF TECUMSEH. Above, near the path of the pilgrim, he sleeps, With a rudely-built tumulous o'er him; HAT heavy-hoofed coursers the wilderness And the bright-blossomed Thames, in its majesty, roam, To the war-blast indignantly tramping? Their mouths are all white, as if frosted with foam, The steel-bit impatiently champing. Tis the hand of the mighty that grasps the rein, Ah! see them rush forward, with wild disdain, From the mountains had echoed the charge of death, The savage was heard, with untrembling breath, One moment, and nought but the bugle was heard, The next, and the sky seemed convulsively stirred, The din of the steed, and the sabred stroke, In the mist that hung over the field of blood, That steed reeled, and fell, in the van of the fight, Till met by a savage, whose rank and might The moment was fearful; a mightier foe Had ne'er swung a battle-axe o'er him; But hope nerved his arm for a desperate blow, O ne'er may the nations again be cursed He fought, in defence of his kindred and king, The lightning of intellect flashed from his eye, sweeps By the mound where his followers bore him. 12 THE ENGINEER'S STORY. O, children, my trips are over, A tugging pain i' my breast; Till it rests beneath the sod. We were lumbering along in the twilight, Till we reached the upland's crest. I held my watch to the lamplight— Of the up-grade's heavy climb; So I touched the gauge of the boiler, Over the rails a-gleaming, The engine leaped like a demon, But to me-ahold of the lever- My lightest touch to obey. I was proud, you know, of my engine, My hand was firm on the throttle As we swept around the curve, One instant-one, awful and only, While the cries of the dying, the night wind Then I stood on the front of the engine- Where the cow-catcher slopes to the rail, And one held out in the night, While my eve gauged the distance, and measured My mind, thank the Lord! it was steady; I know little more-but I heard it— One rod! To the day of my dying I shall think the old engine reared back, And as it recoiled, with a shudder I swept my hand over the track; They found us, they said, on the gravel, We men that run on the road But that night, they said, there were faces, For years in the eve and the morning 66 When little Hal, the captain's son, A lad both brave and good, A shudder shot through every vein- No hold had he above, below; To that far height none dared to go- We gazed, but not a man could speak, In groups, with pallid brow and cheek, As riveted unto the spot, Stood officers and crew. The father came on deck :-he gasped, And aimed it at his son. "Jump, far out, boy, into the wave! Jump, or I fire," he said; "That only chance your life can save ; Jump, jump, boy!" He obeyed. He sunk-he rose-he lived-he moved- On board we hailed the lad beloved, Those wet arms round his neck, C. C. COLTON. THE FATE OF VIRGINIA. HY is the Forum crowded? What means this stir in Rome?" "Claimed as a slave, a free-born maid is dragged here from her home. On fair Virginia, Claudius has cast his eye of blight; The tyrant's creature, Marcus, asserts an owner's right, Oh, shame on Roman manhood! Was ever plot more clear? But look! the maiden's father comes! Behold Vir ginius here!" THE MAIN TRUCK, OR A LEAP FOR LIFE. Straightway Virginius led the maid a little space aside, LD Ironsides at anchor lay, In the harbor of Mahon; A dead calm rested on the bay- To where the reeking shambles stood, piled up with horn and hide. Hard by, a butcher on a block had laid his whittle down Virginius caught the whittle up, and hid it in his gown. |