160 THE RECOLLECTIONS OF THE PEOPLE. And bid her long-past times declare, And tell his deeds, his fame.. My children, through this very region He climbed on foot the very hill I trembled at his sight all o'er !— Cheerful he said, " My dear, good day!” Next year at Paris, too, one morning, And every body blest the day And prayed for him and his; How happily he took his way, And smiled in all a father's bliss, For heaven a son bestowed !" "A happy day for you was this, Good mother!" then they say: "When thus you saw him on the road, In Notre Dame to kneel and pray, A good heart sure it showed." THE RECOLLECTIONS OF THE PEOPLE. "Alas! ere long, invading strangers Brought death and ruin in our land! I heard a knocking at the door- A few true followers, no more, Stood worn and weary at his side. Where I am sitting now he sat— 'Oh what a war is this!' he cried. 'Oh what a war!" "Mother, how's that? Did he, then, sit in that same chair?" My children, yes!-he rested there!" "I'm hungry,” then he said, "and gladly He dried it by this fire. His head, And better times, be sure, are near !' He went, and I have ever kept The cup he drank from-children, see! My greatest treasure !” "Show it me," "And me!"—" and me!" the listeners cry "Good mother, keep it carefully !” "Ah, it is safe! but where is he? Crowned by the pope, our father good, In a lone island of the sea The hero died. Long time we stood 161 Firm in belief he was not dead, And some by sea, and some by land- THE HUSBAND TO HIS WIFE, ON HER BIRTH-DAY. BY JOHN INMAN. NAY, ask me not, my dearest! why silent I remain— strain. The joy that fills my heart, in the love I bear to thee, Too deeply in that heart is shrined, by words expressed to be; And thousand thoughts of tenderness, that in my bosom throng, Are all too bright and blessed to be manacled in song. The birth-day of my happiness, which sprang to life with thee, As hope springs in the captive's breast with the hour that sets him free. I hail its happy dawning, with a love like that which fills thrills. I bless it and its memories, and the blessing which I give, VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF COL. WOOD OF THE UNITED STATES' ARMY, WHO FELL AT THE SORTIE OF ERIE. BY THE LATE GEN. J. MORTON. WHAT though on foeman's land he fell, Yet where the noble Hudson's waves Who knew his worth-his spotless truth, LIFE'S GUIDING STAR. BY WILLIAM LEGGETT. THE youth whose bark is guided o'er On imaged skies that glow beneath. "Tis thus down time's eventful tide, While prosperous breezes gently blow, Our hopes, our thoughts all fixed below. At once we raise our prayer to Him DESPONDENCY. WRITTEN IN DEJECTION AND SORROW FOR LOST TIME. BY JOHN INMAN. WHENCE Come, my soul, these gloomy dreams, And whence this blighting cloud, that seems |