The union of lakes, the union of lands,
The union of States none can sever,
The union of hearts, the union of hands,
And the flag of our Union forever!

Old Grimes is dead, that good old man

We never shall see more;

He used to wear a long black coat

All buttoned down before.1

Old Grimes.

LYDIA MARIA CHILD. 1802-1880.

England may as well dam up the waters of the Nile with bulrushes as to fetter the step of Freedom, more proud and firm in this youthful land than where she treads the sequestered glens of Scotland, or couches herself among the magnificent mountains of Switzerland. Supposititious Speech of James Otis. The Rebels, Chap. iv.

To the memory of John Lee, who died May 21, 1823.

An Inscription in Matherne Churchyard.

Old Abram Brown is dead and gone,

You'll never see him more;

He used to wear a long brown coat

That buttoned down before.

HALLIWELL: Nursery Rhymes of England, p. 60.

DOUGLAS JERROLD.

1803-1857.

He is one of those wise philanthropists who in a time of famine would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks. Douglas Jerrold's Wit.

The surest way to hit a woman's heart is to take aim kneeling.

The nobleman of the garden.

Ibid.

The Pineapple.

That fellow would vulgarize the day of judgment.

A Comic Author.

The best thing I know between France and England is the sea.

The life of the husbandman,

The Anglo-French Alliance.

a life fed by the bounty

of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven.

The Husbandman's Life.

Some people are so fond of ill-luck that they run halfway to meet it. Meeting Troubles Half-way. Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest. A Land of Plenty [Australia].

The ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure. Now, if I were a grave-digger, or even a hangman, there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment. Ugly Trades. A blessed companion is a book, a book that fitly chosen is a life-long friend.

in

Books.

There is something about a wedding-gown prettier than any other gown in the world. A Wedding-gown.

He was so good he would pour rose-water on a toad.

As for the brandy, "nothing water, put nought in in malice.

A Charitable Man.

extenuate ;" and the

Shakespeare Grog.

Talk to him of Jacob's ladder, and he would ask the

number of the steps.

A Matter-of-fact Man.

RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 1803-1882.

Nor knowest thou what argument

Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent.

All are needed by each one;

Nothing is fair or good alone.

I wiped away the weeds and foam,

I fetched my sea-born treasures home;

But the poor, unsightly, noisome things
Had left their beauty on the shore,

Each and All.

With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.

Not from a vain or shallow thought
His awful Jove young Phidias brought.

Ibid.

The Problem.

Out from the heart of Nature rolled

The burdens of the Bible old.

The hand that rounded Peter's dome,

Ibid.

And groined the aisles of Christian Rome,
Wrought in a sad sincerity;

Himself from God he could not free;

He builded better than he knew:

The conscious stone to beauty grew.

Earth proudly wears the Parthenon
As the best gem upon her zone.

Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys
Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs;
Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet
Clear of the grave.

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home;
Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.1

For what are they all in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet?

1 See Byron, page 542.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Hamatreya.

Good Bye.

Ibid.

If eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.

The Rhodora.

Love not the flower they pluck and know it not,

And all their botany is Latin names.

The silent organ loudest chants
The master's requiem.

Blight.

Dirge.

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattl'd farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.2
Hymn sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument.

What potent blood hath modest May!

And striving to be man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.

And every man, in love or pride,
Of his fate is never wide.

None shall rule but the humble,

And none but Toil shall have.

May-Day.

Ibid.

Nemesis.

Boston Hymn. 1863.

1 I never could believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden. - RUMBOLD (when on the scaffold).

2 No war or battle sound

Was heard the world around.

MILTON: Hymn of Christ's Nativity, line 31.

Oh, tenderly the haughty day
Fills his blue urn with fire.

Ode, Concord, July 4, 1857.

Go put your creed into your deed,
Nor speak with double tongue.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust,

So near is God to man,

When Duty whispers low, Thou must,

Ibid.

The youth replies, I can!

Voluntaries.

Whoever fights, whoever falls,

Justice conquers evermore.

Nor sequent centuries could hit
Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.

Born for success he seemed,
With grace to win, with heart to hold,
With shining gifts that took all eyes.

Nor mourn the unalterable Days
That Genius goes and Folly stays.

Fear not, then, thou child infirm;
There's no god dare wrong a worm.

Ibid.

Solution.

In Memoriam.

Ibid.

Compensation.

He thought it happier to be dead,
To die for Beauty, than live for bread.
Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill?
Pay every debt, as if God wrote the bill!

Beauty.

Suum Cuique.

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.

Quatrains. Nature.

Though love repine, and reason chafe,
There came a voice without reply, -

""Tis man's perdition to be safe

When for the truth he ought to die."

Sacrifice.