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How the starlight found him stiffened on the dark
and bloody ground.
Who the youth was, what his name was, where the
place from which he came was, Who had brought him from the battle, and had left
him at our door, He could not speak to tell us; but 't was one of our
brave fellows, As the homespun plainly showed us which the dying
For they all thought he was dying, as they gathered
round him crying, And they said, “Oh, how they'll miss him!” and,
66 What will his mother do?" Then, his eyelids just unclosing like a child's that has
been dozing, He faintly murmured, “Mother!”
and – I saw his eyes were blue.
“Why grandma, how you 're winking!” – Ah, my
child, it sets me thinking Of a story not like this one. Well, he somehow lived
along; So we came to know each other, and I nursed him like
mother, Till at last he stood before me, tall, and rosy-cheeked,
And we sometimes walked together in the pleasant
summer weather ; 66 Please to tell us what his name was?” Just
your own, my little dear,
There's his picture Copley painted: we became so
well acquainted, That, - in short, that's why I'm grandma, and you
children are all here!
THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS.
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sails the unshadowed main,
The venturous bark that flings
And coral reefs lie bare,
Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;
Wrecked is the ship of pearl !
And every chambered cell,
Before thee lies revealed,
Year after year beheld the silent toil
That spread his lustrous coil;
147. John Singleton Copley was a portrait painter of celebrity, who was born in America in 1737, and painted many famous portraits, which hang in private and public galleries in Boston and vicinity chiefly. He lived in England the latter half of his life, dying there in 1815.
He left the past year's dwelling for the new,
Built up its idle door,
Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
Child of the wandering sea,
Cast from her lap, forlorn!
While on my ear it rings,
sings: Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Till thou at length art free,
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
That banner in the sky; 1. The famous frigate Constitution, launched in Boston in 1797, from the site of what is now known as Constitution Wharf. She was built to stop the depredations of Algerine corsairs upon our merchant marine. In the Mediterranean, whither she sailed in 1803, she earned for herself the name of “Old Ironsides,".
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon's roar;
Shall sweep the clouds no more.
Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
And waves were white below,
Or know the conquered knee;
The eagle of the sea !
Oh, better that her shattered hulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
And there should be her grave;
Set every threadbare sail,
The lightning and the gale!
name that became famous after her brilliant record in the War of 1812.
Mr. John Fiske, in referring to President Monroe's message to Congress in 1823 embodying the Monroe Doctrine, says : “To language of this sort the exploits of Andrew Jackson and of Old Ironsides' had given a serious meaning. Ten years earlier all Europe would have laughed at it.”
CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER
LIKE Mr. Aldrich, who played with his boyhood in The Story of a Bad Boy, Mr. Warner has treated himself as a sort of third person in Being a Boy, the scenes of which are laid in a primitive Massachusetts country neighborhood. The place which stood for its portrait in the book is Charlemont, near the eastern opening of the Hoosac tunnel. Here Mr. Warner spent his boyhood, removing to the place, when his father died, from Plainfield, in the same State, where he was born September 12, 1829. He was five years old when he was taken to Charlemont, and he remained there eight years, and then removed to Cazenovia, N. Y. His guardian intended him for business life, and placed him after his school days as clerk in a store, but his intellectual ambition was strong, and against all adverse fates he secured a collegiate education at Hamilton College, where he graduated in 1851. His college many years later conferred on him the degree of Doctor of Letters.
Wher he was in college he showed his bent for literature by contributing to the magazines of the day, and shortly after graduating compiled a Book of Eloquence. For the next half dozen years he was busy establishing himself in life, choosing the law at first as his profession, but really practicing the various pursuits which should finally qualify him for his predestined vocation as a man of letters. He spent two years in frontier life with a surveying party in Missouri, mainly to secure a more robust condition of body; he lectured, did hack work, wrote letters to journals, looked wistfully at public life and oratory, opened a law office in Chicago, and took what legal business he could find.