it rises

Now since I've succeeded -I pray do not frown

To Ticknor's and Longfellow's classical gown,

And profess four strange languages, which, luckless elf,

I speak like a native (of Cambridge) myself,

Let me beg, Mr. President, leave to propose

A sentiment treading on nobody's toes, Aud give, in such ale as with pumphandles we brew,

Their memory who saved us from all talking Hebrew,

A toast that to deluge with water is good,

For in Scripture they come in just after the flood:

I give you the men but for whom, as I guess, sir,

Modern languages ne'er could have had a professor,

The builders of Babel, to whose zeal the lungs

Of the children of men owe confusion of tongues;

And a name all-embracing I couple therewith,

Which is that of my founder the late Mr. Smith.

A PARABLE.

AN ass munched thistles, while a nightingale

surprises.

vale.

Eternal Judge

Dooms not His work, but ours, the crooked mind.”

3.

Swiftly the politic goes: is it dark? - he borrows a lantern;

Slowly the statesman and sure, guiding his steps by the stars.

4.

"Where lies the capital, pilgrim, seat of who governs the Faithful?" "Thither my footsteps are bent: it is where Saadi is lodged."

INSCRIPTIONS.

FOR A BELL AT CORNELL UNIVERSITY.

I CALL as fly the irrevocable hours,

Futile as air or strong as fate to make Your lives of sand or granite; awful powers,

Even as men choose, they either give or take.

ORS' MONUMENT IN BOSTON.

To those who died for her on land and sen, That she might have a country great and free,

Boston builds this: build ye her monu

ment

In lives like theirs, at duty's summons spent.

A MISCONCEPTION.

B, TAUGHT by Pope to do his good by stealth,

'Twixt participle and noun no difference feeling,

In office placed to serve the Commonwealth, Does himself all the good he can by stealing.

THE BOSS.

SKILLED to pull wires, he baffles Nature's hope,

Who sure intended him to stretch a rope.

WITH A PAIR OF GLOVES LOST IN A WAGER.

WE wagered, she for sunshine, I for rain, And I should hint sharp practice if Í dared;

For was not she beforehand sure to gain Who made the sunshine we together shared?

A beggar through the world am I, 4.

A camel-driver, angry with his drudge, 498.
A heap of bare and splintery crags, 361.
A hundred years! they 're quickly fled, 493.
A legend that grew in the forest's hush, 74.
A lily thou wast when I saw thee first, 9.
A poet cannot strive for despotism, 23.
A presence both by night and day, 360.
A race of nobles may die out, 101.

A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent,
376.

About the oak that framed this chair, of old,
449.

Alike I hate to be your debtor, 385.
Along a river-side, I know not where, 392.
Amid these fragments of heroic days, 468.
An ass munched thistles, while a nightingale,

497.

"And how could you dream of meeting?" 473.
Another star 'neath Time's horizon dropped,

106.

Are we, then, wholly fallen? Can it be, 98.
As a twig trembles, which a bird, 90
As, cleansed of Tiber's and Oblivion's slime,
450.

As, flake by flake, the beetling avalanches, 92.
As life runs on, the road grows strange, 499.
As sinks the sun behind yon alien hills, 468.
As the broad ocean endlessly upheaveth, 22.
At Carnac in Brittany, close on the bay, 459.
At length arrived, your book I take, 446.
At twenty we fancied the blest Middle Ages, 492.
Ay, pale and silent maiden, 18.

B, taught by Pope to do his good by stealth,
498.

Beauty on my hearth-stone blazing! 377.
Beloved, in the noisy city here, 22.
Beneath the trees, 395.

Bowing thyself in dust before a Book, 99.

Can this be thou who, lean and pale, 87.
Come back before the birds are flown, 464.
"Come forth!" my catbird calls to me, 389.
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm, 451.

Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the
way, 83.
Dear M.

By way of saving time, 151.

Dear Sir, - You wish to know my notions, 195.
Dear Sir, Your letter come to han', 289.
Dear Wendell, why need count the years, 445.
Death never came so nigh to me before, 87.
Don't believe in the Flying Dutchman? 488.
Down 'mid the tangled roots of things, 383.

Ef I a song or two could make, 281.
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloud, 430.
Ere pales in Heaven the morning star, 463.

Fair as a summer dream was Margaret, 27.
Far over Elf-land poets stretch their sway, 469.
Far through the memory shines a happy day,
407.

Far up on Katahdin thou towerest, 63.
Far 'yond this narrow parapet of Time, 23.
Fit for an Abbot of Theleme, 380.

For this true nobleness I seek in vain," 20.
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,
343.

From the close-shut windows gleams no spark,
4.

Full oft the pathway to her door, 499.

Giddings, far rougher names than thine have
grown,
25.

Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be, 76.
God! do not let my loved one die, 15.
God makes sech nights, all white an' still, 233.
God sends his teachers unto every age, 46.
Godminster? Is it Fancy's play? 355.
Gold of the reddening sunset, backward thrown,
470.

Gone, gone from us! and shall we see, 1.
Great soul, thou sittest with me in my room, 21.
Great truths are portions of the soul of man, 20.
Guvener B. is a sensible man, 180.

He came to Florence long ago, 354.

He spoke of Burns: men rude and rough, 44.
He stood upon the world's broad threshold;
wide, 24.

He who first stretched his nerves of subtile
wire, 475.

Heaven's cup held down to me I drain, 89.
Here once my step was quickened, 367.
"Here we stan' on the Constitution, by thun-
der!" 189.

Hers all that Earth could promise or bestow,
469.

Hers is a spirit deep, and crystal-clear. 3.
How strange are the freaks of memory! 387.
How struggles with the tempest's swells, 379.
How was I worthy so divine a loss, 464.
Hushed with broad sunlight lies the hill, 100.

I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Had-
dam, 337.

I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden leap,
20.

I call as fly the irrevocable hours, 498.

I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away,
21.

I christened you in happier days, before, 447.
I could not bear to see those eyes, 466.

I did not praise thee when the crowd, 101.
I do not come to weep above thy pall, 104.

I don't much s'pose, hows'ever I should plen it,
293.