Night and day; Sow the seed, withdraw the curtain, Men of action, aid and cheer them, There's a fount about to stream, p'f' pfs Changing into gray. Men of thought, and men of action, 2. Once the welcome light has broken, What the unimagined glories What the evil that shall perish ( Aid the dawning, tongue and pen; And our earnest must not slacken Men of thought, and men of action, With the giant wrong shall fall p*f* Men of thought, and men of action, p5f5 1. pf5 LESSON CLXXII. KING HENRY TO HIS TROOPS. SHAKSPEARE. ONCE more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; In peace there's nothing so becomes a man But when the blast of war blows in our ears, 2. Then, lend the eye a terrible aspect; 3. Let it pry through the portage of the head, O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide; pfs Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit To its full hight. (p3ƒ5) On! on! you noble English, Whose blood is set from fathers of war-proof: Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought, And sheathed their swords for lack of argument, Be copy now to men of grosser blood, p*f* And teach them how to war. p*f* 4. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; LESSON CLXXIII. MAN'S MASTERY OVER NATURE. HORACE GREELEY. 1. LET us look boldly, broadly out on Nature's wide domain. Let us note the irregular, yet persistent, advance of the pioneers of civilization, the forest-conquerors, before whose lusty strokes and sharp blades the century-crowned wood-monarchs, rank after rank, come crashing to the earth. From age to age have they kept apart the soil and sunshine, as they shall do no longer. Onward, still onward, pours the army of ax-men, and still before them bow their stubborn foes. But yesterday their advance was checked by the Ohio; to-day it crossed the Missouri, the Kansas, and is fast on the heels of the flying buffalo. In the eye of a true discernment, what host of Xerxes or of Cæsar, or Frederick or Napoleon, ever equaled this in majesty, in greatness of conquest, or in true glory? 2. The mastery of man over Nature, this is an inspiring truth, which we must not suffer, from its familiarity, to lose its force. By the might of his intellect, man has not merely made the elephant his drudge, the lion his diversion, the whale his magazine, but even the subtlest and most terrible of the elements is made the submissive instrument of his will. He turns aside or garners up the lightning; the rivers toil in his workshops; the tides of ocean bear his burdens; the hurricane rages for his use and profit. 3. Fire and water struggle for mastery, that he may be whisked over hill and valley with the celerity of the sunbeam. The stillness of the forest midnight is broken by the snorting of the Iron Horse, as he drags the long trains from lake to ocean with a slave's docility, a giant's strength. Up the long hill he labors, over the deep glen he skims, the tops of the tall trees swaying around below his narrow path. His sharp, quick breathing bespeaks his impetuous progress; a stream of fire reflects his course. On dashes the restless, tireless steed; and the morrow's sun shall find him at rest in some far mart of commerce, and the partakers of his wizard journey scattered to their vocations of trade or pleasure, unthinking of their night's adventure. What had old Romance wherewith to match the every-day realities of the Nineteenth Century? LESSON CLXXIV. THE CLOSING YEAR. GEORGE D. PRENTICE. 1. 'Tis midnight's holy hour, and silence now Is brooding, like a gentle spirit, o'er The still and pulseless world. Hark! on the winds Young Spring, bright Summer, Autumn's solemn form, In mournful cadences, that come abroad Like the far wind-harp's wild and touching wail, 2. 3. 'Tis a time For memory and for tears. Within the deep, And holy visions, that have pass'd away, And, bending mournfully above the pale, Sweet forms that slumber there, scatters dead flowers In its swift course, It waved its scepter o'er the beautiful; In the dim land of dreams. 4. Remorseless Time! Fierce spirit of the glass and scythe! What power Can stay him in his silent course, or melt ? A |