9. Bowl rang to bowl, steel clang'd to steel, That made the torches flare around, 10. "But I defy him! Let him come!" While from its sheath the ready blade. And, with the black and heavy plumes LESSON CC. THE BIBLE-ITS DEEP AND LASTING POWER. T. PARKER. 1. For the deep and lasting power of the Bible there must be an adequate cause. That nothing comes of nothing is true all the world over. It is no light thing to hold, with an electric chain, a thousand hearts, though but an hour, beating and bounding with such fiery speed. What is it then to hold the Christian world, and that for centuries? Are men fed with chaff and husks? 2. The authors we reckon great, whose word is in the newspaper, and the market-place, whose articulate breath now sways the nation's mind,—will soon pass away, giving place to other great men of a season, who in their turn shall follow them to eminence and then to oblivion. Some thousand "famous writers" come up in this century, to be forgotten in the next. But the silver cord of the Bible is not loosed, nor its golden bowl broken, as Time chronicles its tens of centuries passed by. 3. Has the human race gone mad? Time sits as a refiner of metal; the dross is piled in forgotten heaps, but the pure gold is reserved for use, passes into the ages, and is current a thousand years hence as well as to-day. It is only real merit that can long pass for such. Tinsel will rust in the storms of life. False weights are soon detected there. 4. It is only a heart that can speak, deep and true, to a heart; a mind to a mind; a soul to a soul; wisdom to the wise, and religion to the pious. There must then be in the Bible, mind, conscience, heart and soul, wisdom and religion. Were it otherwise, how could millions find in it their lawgiver, friend, and prophet? Some of the greatest of human institutions seem built on the Bible; such things will not stand on heaps of chaff but on mountains of rocks. LESSON CCI. "HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX." R. BROWNING. 1. I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; 2. Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace 3. 'Twas moonset at starting; but, while we drew near Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear; At Boom, a great yellow star came out to see; At Düffeld, 'twas morning as plain as could be; And from Mechlin church-steeple we heard the halfchime, So Joris broke silence with "Yet there is time!" 4. At Erschot, up leaped of a sudden the sun, 5. And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon 6. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank. 7. So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Loos and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; And "gallop," gasped Joris, " for Aix is in sight!" 8. How they'll greet us!"—and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight 9. Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall, Called my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer, good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. 10. And all I remember is friends flocking round As I sate with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground, Ghent. LESSON CCII. DUTY OF LITERARY MEN TO THEIR COUNTRY, T. S. GRIMKE. 1. WE cannot honor our country with too deep a reverence; we cannot love her with an affection too pure and fervent; we cannot serve her with an energy of purpose or a faithfulness of zeal too steadfast and ardent. And what is our country? It is not the East, with her hills and her valleys, with her countless sails and the rocky ramparts of her shores. It is not the North, with her thousand villages and her harvest home, with her frontiers of the lake and the ocean. It is not the West, with her forest-seas and her inland isles, with her luxuriant expanses clothed in the verdant corn, with her beautiful Ohio and her majestic Missouri. Nor is it yet the South, opulent in the mimic snow of the cotton, in the rich plantations of the rustling cane, and in the golden robes of the rice-fields. What are these but the sister families of one greater, better, holier family, our country? 2. I come not here to speak the dialect, or to give the counsels of the patriot-statesman. But I come, a patriot-scholar, to vindicate the rights and to plead the interests of the American Literature. And be assured that we cannot, as patriotscholars, think too highly of that country, or sacrifice too much for her. And let us never forget-let us rather remember, with a religious awe-that the union of these States is indispensable to our literature, as it is to our national independence and civil liberties, to our prosperity, happiness, and improvement. 3. If, indeed, we desire to behold a literature like that, which has sculptured with such energy of expression, which has painted so faithfully and vividly, the crimes, the vices, the follies of ancient and modern Europe; if we desire that our land should furnish for the orator and the novelist, for the painter and the poet, age after age, the wild and romantic scenery of war; the glittering march of armies, and the revelry of the camps; the shrieks and blasphemies and all the horrors of the battle-field; the desolation of the harvest, and the burning cottage; the storm, the sack, and the ruin of |