ALL. There hangs a sabre, and there a rein, Come out to the stable-it is not far; The good black horse came riderless home, All? O God! it is all I can speak; And his horse pined to death-I have told you all. Anon. Bayard Taylor is reported to have said of the above: "I know of no finer poem of its length." M. BOCHSA PLAYS THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER! M. Bochsa, the celebrated harpist, was a great wag. At a concert, once given in Tremont Temple, he offered to play any air the audience might select, with embellishments and variations. "You vill plees send me ze tune vot I sal play," he said. Half a dozen slips of paper were immediately sent to the platform. "O Dolce Concento'-Yankee Doodil'-(I know him vera well. I play him one, two, tree-several time! 'Groves o' Blarney' , -'Yankee Doo (I have two 'Yankee Doodils'), 'Non piu festa' tres bien !'" "Star Spangled Banner!" shouted somebody in the crowd. "Star Spangled Banner!" Monsieur didn't understand. "Ze zhentilman will plees step to ze front." The gentleman declined. "If ze zhentilman cannot come to me, I must come to him," continued Bochsa. A roar followed the announcement, pending which the stranger came forward amid applause. At the foot of the passage stood Monsieur gravely awaiting further explanation. "Vot you say, sair?" "The Star Spangled Banner, I want.” "Scar Strangled Bannair? aha! N'comprend, Monsieur." "Not Scar-Strangled, sir-Star Spangled Banner." "Ze Bannaire-Oui, I un'erstan'-ze flag!" "Yes, yes-the flag of the United States." "Yes saire! I remember him ver'mooch. Zat is, I do not recollec' him, 'zac'ly. Monsieur, you know him? "Why, yes, to be sure-everybody knows the "Star Spangled Banner!" "Tres bien, Monsieur! Every Yankee zhentilman vissel. You sal vissel him in my ear!" Another shout from the audience; but the gentleman, not abashed, placed his mouth to Bochsa's ear and whistled the "Star Spangled Banner" most philosophically amid the convulsions of the audience, who could not find this scene on the bills of the evening. "Tres bien, Monsieur! shouted Bochsa; "elegant, superb! Monsieur, you von ver' fine musician. I sal play ze Scar Strangled Bannair vis mooch plaisir !" Mounting the platform he commenced with a grand introduc tion to the several themes proposed, following by highly finished and exquisitely performed variations upon the melodies sent up, not forgetting the two Yankee Doodils—always a certain favorite. Suddenly a crash of harmony leaped from the harpstrings, which took the audience by surprise. A pause followed, when the "Star Spangled Banner" was produced with a most brilliant accompaniment which "brought down the house." Bochsa was satisfied, his friend and the audience were satisfied, and the great harpist left the stage (with a quiet smirk at the corner of his mouth) amid a perfect storm of applause. G. Fernald. GRADATIM. Heaven is not reached at a single bound, I count this thing to be grandly true: That a noble deed is a step toward God— We rise by the things that are under feet; We hope, we aspire, we resolve, we trust, When the morning calls us to life and light, We hope, we resolve, we aspire, we pray, While our feet still cling to the heavy clay. Wings for the angels, but feet for men We may borrow the wings to find the way- Only in dreams is a ladder thrown From the weary earth to the sapphire walls; But the dreams depart, and the vision falls, And the sleeper wakes on his pillow of stone. Heaven is not reached at a single bound, But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round. Dr. J. G. Holland. "KEEP SWEET AND KEEP MOVIN"." Greeting! A Message for the New Year. Contributed by the author. Homely phrase of our southland bright- "Keep sweet and keep movin'." Sorrow will shade the blue sky gray— "Keep sweet and keep movin'." Hard to be sweet when the throng is dense, When the touch is rough and the voice is loud; Just "Keep sweet and keep movin'." The quick taunt answers the hasty word- A kind hand clenched makes an ugly fist. Whisper a hope to the soul perplexed- Just "Keep sweet and keep movin'." Robert J. Burdette. |