an authority which no man dared or desired to question. But he was severely injured by an accidental explosion of gunpowder. Surgical aid was not in the colony. Smith needed to go to England, and once more hungry ruin settled down upon Virginia. In six months the five hundred men whom Smith had left dwindled to sixty. These were already embarked and departing when they were met by Lord Delaware, the new governor. Once more the colony was saved. Years of quiet growth succeeded. THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL James Russell Lowell was born in 1819, in Cambridge, Mass. He died in 1891. He was one of the leading American poets. Many of his minor poems are exceedingly beautiful. Some of them will be given in this and following volumes. Of the longer poems "The Vision of Sir Launfal" is, perhaps, the most beautiful. Nothing that Mr. Lowell ever wrote aroused more interest than "The Biglow Papers," though interest in them has somewhat lessened as the conditions that caused their publication have long since passed away. THERE came a youth upon the earth, Some thousand years ago, Whose slender hands were nothing worth, Upon an empty tortoise shell He stretched some cords, and drew Music that made men's bosoms swell Fearless, or brimmed their eyes with dew. Then King Admetus, one who had To hear between the cups of wine. And so, well pleased with being soothed Three times his kingly beard he smoothed, His words were simple words enough, That what in other mouths was rough, Men called him but a shiftless youth, And yet, unwittingly, in truth, They made his careless words their law. They knew not how he learned at all, For idly, hour by hour, He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, Or mused upon a common flower. It seemed the loveliness of things For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs, Men granted that his speech was wise, They laughed, and called him good-for-naught. Yet after he was dead and gone, And e'en his memory dim, Earth seemed more sweet to live upon, More full of love because of him. And day by day more holy grew Till after-poets only knew Their first-born brother as a god. THREE WORDS OF STRENGTH JOHANN FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER Schiller, the great national poet of Germany, was born at Marbach in 1759. He first studied law, then medicine; then the works of Shakespeare, Rousseau, and Goethe led him to give himself to literature. He wrote the "History of the Thirty Years' War," "Wallenstein," which is perhaps his greatest work, many dramas, of which "William Tell" is the most popular, and a great number of smaller works. He died in 1805. HERE are three lessons I would write, THERE Three words, as with a burning pen, In tracings of eternal light, Upon the hearts of men. Have Hope. Though clouds environ round, Have Faith. Where'er thy bark is driven, The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth, Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven, The inhabitants of earth. THE As through an Alpine village passed A youth who bore, mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, The accents of that unknown tongue, In happy homes he saw the light 66 Excelsior! Try not the pass!" the old man said; "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest "Beware the pine tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche !" This was the peasant's last good night, At break of day, as heavenward |