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And (), when Death comes in terrors, to cast
“But I defy him!-let him come!"
Down rang the massy eni',
Came fishing half-way 1p;
Scarce trembling on his head,
A. G. GREENE,
And this, 0 Spain! is thy return
For the new world I gave!
The fetters of the slave!
Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
But we left him alone with his glory! WOLFE
What's hallowed ground?_"Tis what gives birth
Earth's compass round;
The-boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour:
The paths of glory lead but to the grave. GRAY, The gloomiest day hath gleams of light;
The darkest wave hath white foanı near it;
Some solitary star to cheer it.
The saddest heart is not all sadness;
There shiner, some lingering beam of gladness.
So statery her bearing, so proud her array,
THE LETTERS.-By Alfred Tennyson. STILL on the tower stood the vane;
A black yew gloomed the stagnant air; I peered atlı wart the chancel pane,
And saw the altar cold and bare. A clog of lead was 'round my feet,
A band of pain across my brow; "Cold altar, Heaven and earth shall meet,
Before you hear my marriage vow.” I turned and hummed a bitter song
That mocked the wholesome human heart; And then we met in wrath and wrong,
We met, but only meant to part. Full cold my greeting was, and dry;
She faintly smiled, she hardl, moved; I saw with half-unconscious eye
She wore the colors l approved.
She took the little ivory chest
“No more of love ;-your sex is known:
I never will be twice deceived.
The women cannot be believed !
(And woman's slander is the worst),
Through you my life must be accurst !''
I shook her breast with vague alarms-
We rushed into each other s arms.
And sweet the vapor-braided blue;
As homeward by the church I drew.
So fresh they rose in shadowed swells;
There comes a sound of marriage bells.”
SIIAMUS O'BRIEN, THE BOLD BOY OF GLINGALL
A TALE OF '98.-By Samuel Lorer.
An' for all that he wasn't an ugly young bye,
Now, SHANUS, look back on the beautiful moon,
Well, as soon as a few weeks was over and gone, The terrible day is the thrial kem on, There was sich a crowd there was scarce room to stand, An' sodgers on guard, an' dhragoons sword-in-hand; An' the court-house so full that the people were bothered, An' attorneys an' criers on the point iv bein' smothered; An' counsellors almost gev over for dead, An' the jury sittin' up in their box overhead; An' the judge settled out so detarmined an' big, With his gown on his back, and an illegant new wig; dn’silence was called, an' the minute it was said The court was as still as the heart of the dead, An' they heard but the openin' of one prison lock, An' SHAMUS O'BRIEN kem into the dock. For one minute he turned his eye round on the throng, An' he looked at the bars, so firm and so strong, An' he saw that he had not a hope nor a friend, A chance to escape, nor a word to defend ; An' he folded his arms as he stood there alone, As calm and as cold as a statue of stone; And they read a big writin', a yard long at laste, • An' JIM didn't understand it, nor mind it a taste, An' the judge took a big pinch iv snuff, and he says, "Are you guilty or not, Jim O'BRIEN, av you plase ?" An' all held their breath in the silence of dhread, An' SHAMUS O'BRIEN made answer and said: “My lord, if you ask me, if in my life-time I thought any treason, or did any crime That should call to my cheek, as I stand alone here, The hot blush of shame, or the coldness of fear, Though I stood by the grave to receive my death-blow Before God and the world I would answer you, no! But if you would ask me, as I think it like, If in the rebellion I carried a pike, An' fought for onld Ireland from the first to the close, An' shed the heart's blood of her bitterest foes, I answer you, yes; and I tell you again, Though I stand here to perish, it's my glory that then In her cause I was willing my veins should run dhry, An' that now for her sake I am ready to die."