And wheeled in triumph through the signs of heaven? O, star-eyed Science, hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair? Then bind the palm, thy sage's brow to suit, 4. Ah me! the laurelled wreath that Murder rears, Blood-nursed, and watered by the widow's tears, Seems not so foul, so tainted, and so dread, 6 As waves the night-shade round the sceptic head. 5. Truth, ever lovely, since the world began, 1 REFT But, sad as angels for the good man's 'sin, Bereft; deprived. 2 SA'PI-ENT. Wise. 8 DEM'I-GŎD. A deified hero. 4 I-BE'RI-A'S PI'LOT. Columbus. Ibe-7 ria is an ancient name of Spain. 5 COPE. The concave of the sky; an arch or vault over head. 6 NIGHT'SHADE. A noxious plant. VISION-A-Rỵ. Prone to see or capable of seeing visions; imaginative. [The Saco (sâ'cō) has its springs in New Hampshire, near the Notch of the White Mountains, and reaches the Atlantic after a winding course through the State of Maine. It receives the waters of many lakes and streams, passes over numerous falls, and is throughout remarkable for its clearness and beauty.] 1. FORTH from New Hampshire's granite steeps Rejoicing as it laughs and leaps Down the gray mountain's rugged side: The black, torn cloud, or deep-blue sky. 2. Soon, gathering strength, it swiftly takes From the strong mountain's circling arms, Among green Fryeburg's woods and farms. 3. Here, with low voice, it comes and calls Now sweeping on, it runs its race, 4. At last, with loud and solemn roar, Clear as they left their crystal springs. 5. Sweet stream! it were a fate divine, Till this world's tasks and toils were done, 1 VES'TAL. Pure; stainless. KNOWLEDGE and Wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom, in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge a rude, unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which Wisdom builds, Till smoothed, and squared, and fitted to its place Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich! Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much, Wisdom is humble that he knows no more. L.-DAVID'S LAMENT FOR ABSALOM. N. PARKER WILLIS. [Nathaniel Parker Willis was born in Portland, Maine, January 20, 1807. He is a writer in both prose and verse. His style is airy and graceful, and his descriptive powers are of a high order. His poetry is flowing and musical, and marked by truth of sentiment and delicacy of feeling.] 1. ALAS, my noble boy! that thou shouldst die! 2. Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill, 1 Like a rich harpstring, yearning to caress thee, 3. But death is on thee. I shall hear the gush 4. And, O, when I am stricken, and my heart, Like a bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token! 5. And now, farewell! "Tis hard to give thee up, If from this woe its bitterness had won thee. 1 YEARN'ING. Strongly desiring. 2 MAN'TLING. Suffusing the face. a [John Hughes, D. D., was born in the north of Ireland in 1798, came to this country in 1817, with his father, and died January 3, 1864. He was educated at the Catholic Theological Seminary of Mount St. Mary's, Emmetsburg, Maryland, ordained priest in 1825, became bishop in 1842, and archbishop of New York in 1850. He was a man of great energy of character and intellectual activity. He published several controversial works, and a number of pamphlets and lectures.] 1. THIS day I was gratified with what I had often desired to witness - the condition of the sea in a tempest. I had contemplated the ocean in all its other phases, and they are almost innumerable. At one time it is seen reposing in perfect stillness under the blue sky and bright sun. At another, slightly ruffled, and then its motion causes his rays to tremble and dance in broken fragments of silvery or golden light, and the sight is dazzled by following the track from whence his beams are reflected,while all besides seems to frown in the darkness of its ripple. 2. Again it may be seen somewhat more agitated and of a darker hue, under a clouded sky and a stronger and increasing wind. Then you see an occasional wave, rising a little above the rest, and crowning its summit with that crest of white, breaking from its top and tumbling over like liquid alabaster'. I had seen the ocean, too, by moon |