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-all additional to full editorial work on the Tribune. Then, in 1851, he went to Egypt and Palestine, and later, to India and China-always as a Tribune correspondent. By a rare chance he accompanied Commodore Perry to Japan and was absent two years; the literary result was three more books of travel.

In 1853 Taylor took to lecturing, and through the rest of his life, this proved the hardest and most profitable of all his kinds of labor. At the same time he took upon himself the financial burden which made lecturing inevitable, as his only relief from pressing calls for money. The fine fellow "was as loyal to his family as if they formed together a Scottish clan. From the first moment that fortune breathed on him, he made haste to bring them all under the same warm air." He bought and built "Cedarcroft," a large and costly estate adjoining his birthplace. To any one who knows from experience the task of creating a country-place, the Cedarcroft letters of this period of his life, and for all the remainder of it, are bitterly funny. The glow of hope, the fever of construction, the final despair and disgust! "In 1860," Stoddard says, "Bayard Taylor finished his country-home, Cedarcroft, and gave his friends and neighbors a house-warming such as was never before known in Pennsylvania."

If there be one lesson more than another which the life of Bayard Taylor enforces, it is a lesson of the dignity of hard, honest, continuous work. Taylor scattered a thousand gems of lustrous beauty along the path of men, but how much of patient toil they cost, the world will never know.

In summing up his career, one who knew him well, says.

"Journalism tempts the poor literary man to his doom. It feeds. his stomach, clothes his back, fills his purse, and empties his brain. It forestalls the demand for his best wares, by filling it with the poorer stuff it compels him to produce. Bayard Taylor, with his splendid intellect, his great, lovable, poetic soul, was, perhaps, the most distinguished victim yet publicly sacrificed to this Moloch."

We conclude this sketch with three brief poems:

THE SONG OF 1876.

Waken, voice of the land's devotion!
Spirit of freedom, awaken all!
Ring, ye shores, to the song of ocean,
Rivers answer and mountains call!
The golden day has come;

Let every tongue be dumb

That sounded its malice or murmured its fears; She hath won her story,

She wears her glory,

We crown her the land of a hundred years.

Out of darkness, and toil, and danger,

Into the light of victory's day,

Help to the weak, and home to the stranger, Freedom to all, she hath held her way. Now Europe's orphans rest

Upon her mother breast;

The voices of nations are heard in the cheers That shall cast upon her

New love and honor,

And crown her the queen of a hundred years!

North and South, we are met as brothers;

East and West, we are wedded as one!
Right of each shall secure our mother's;
Child of each is her faithful son!
We give thee heart and hand,

Our glorious native land,

For battle has tried thee, and time endears;

We will write thy story,

And keep thy glory

As pure as of old, for a thousand years!

TO MY DAUGHTER.

Learn to live, and live to learn,
Ignorance like a fire doth burn,
Little tasks make large return.

In thy labors patient be,
Afterward released and free,
Nature will be bright to thee.

Toil when willing groweth less;
"Always play" may seem to bless,
Yet the end is weariness.

Live to learn, and learn to live,
Only this, content can give,

Reckless joys are fugitive.

"SHALL I WED THEE?"

The violet loves a sunny bank,
The cowslip loves the lea,
The scarlet creeper loves the elm,
But I love thee.

The sunshine kisses mount and vale,
The stars, they kiss the sea,
The west winds kiss the clover bloom,
But I kiss-thee.

The oriole weds his mottled mate,

The lily is bride o' the bee;

Heaven's marriage ring is round the earth,Shall I wed thee?

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