So he said in a gentle tone, "I have shared thy joys since our marriage vow, Conceal not from me thy sorrows now." Then she spoke of the time when the basket there Was filled to the very brim, And how there remained of the goodly pile But a single pair-for him. "Then wonder not at the dimmed eye-light, There's but one pair of stockings to mend to-night. "I cannot but think of the busy feet, In the basket, awaiting the needle's time, How the sprightly steps, to a mother dear, "For each empty nook in the basket old, 'Tis for this that a tear gathered over my sight ""Twas said that far through the forest wild, Was a land whose rivers and darkening caves "Another went forth on the foaming waves "Two others have gone toward the setting sun, And made them a home in its light, And fairy fingers have taken their share "Another-the dearest-the fairest-the best, And clad in a garment that waxeth not old, Oh! wonder no more at the dimmed eye-light, While I mend the one pair of stockings to-night.” ANONYMOUS. MORNING. As we proceeded, the timid approach of twilight became more perceptible; the intense blue of the sky began to soften; the smaller stars, like little children, went first to rest; the sister beams of the Pleiades soon melted together, but the bright constellations of the west and north remained unchanged. Steadily the wondrous transfiguration went on. Hands of angels hidden from mortal eyes shifted the scenery of the heavens; the glories of night dissolved into the glories of the dawn. The blue sky now turned more softly gray; the great watch-stars shut up their holy eyes; the east began to kindle. Faint streaks of purple soon blushed along the sky; the whole celestial concave was filled with the inflowing tides of the morning light, which came pouring down from above in one great ocean of radiance; till at length, as we reached the Blue Hills, a flash of purple fire blazed out from above the horizon, and turned the dewy tear-drops of flower and leaf into rubies and diamonds. In a few seconds the everlasting gates of the morning were thrown wide open, and the lord of day, arrayed in glories too severe for the gaze of man, began his state. EDWARD EVERETT. I OUR COUNTRY'S HONOR OUR OWN. I profess to feel a strong attachment to the liberty of the United States-to the Constitution and free institutions of the United States -to the honor, and I may say the glory, of this great government and great country. 2. I feel every injury inflicted upon this country, almost as a personal injury. I blush for every fault which I think I see committed in its public councils, as if they were faults or mistakes of my own. 3. I know that, at this moment, there is no object upon earth so attracting the gaze of the intelligent and civilized nations of the earth as this great Republic. All men look at us, all men examine our course, all good men are anxious for a favorable result to this great experiment of Republican liberty. 4. We are on a hill and can not be hid. We can not withdraw ourselves either from the commendation or the reproaches of the civilized world. They see us as that star of empire which half a century ago was predicted as making its way westward. 5. I wish they may see it as a mild, placid, though brilliant orb, making its way athwart the whole heavens, to the enlightening and cheering of mankind; and not a meteor of fire and blood, terrifying the nations. DANIEL WEBSTER. MARCO BOZZARIS. [Marco Bozzaris, the Epaminondas of modern Greece, fell in a night attack upon the Turkish camp at Laspi, the site of the ancient Platæa, August 30, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words were-"To die for liberty is a pleasure, and not a pain." This piece renders the name of the author almost as imperishable as that of the hero to whom it relates. It is considered one of the most effective_pieces for forcible declamation found in the whole range of patriotic poetry. In reading, the voice should undergo great changes in pitch and quantity. At first the speaker should enunciate in a low, measured manner; the third verse, except the first three lines and the last, the voice should rise to a high key; the fifth verse the tones should become almost dirge-like, rising, however, in the sixth verse.] At midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, In dreams, through camp and court, he bore In dreams his song of triumph heard; Then pressed that monarch's throne--a king; At midnight, in the forest shades, Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band,— True as the steel of their tried blades, Heroes in heart and hand. There had the Persian's thousands stood, And now there breathed that haunted air With arms to strike, and soul to dare, As quick, as far, as they. An hour passed on, the Turk awoke: He woke to hear his sentries shriek, "To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!" He woke to die midst flame, and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre-stroke, And death-shots falling thick and fast "Strike-till the last armed foe expires; They fought-like brave men, long and well; Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun. Come to the bridal chamber, death, With banquet song and dance and wine,And thou art terrible; the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, But to the hero, when his sword The thanks of millions yet to be. Of sky and stars to prisoned men; Thy summons welcome as the cry Bozzaris! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, |