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And shouted but once more aloud,
My father, must I stay?"


While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.

They wrapped the ship in splendor wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child
Like banners in the sky.

There came a burst of thunder sound;
The boy, oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea,

With shroud and mast and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part;
But the noblest thing that perished there
Was that young faithful heart.

Felicia Hemans.


GRANDPAPA's spectacles cannot be found,

He has searched all the rooms, high and low, round and round;

Now he calls to the young ones, and what does he say?

"Ten cents" to the child who will find them to


'hen Harry and Nelly and Edward all ran, And a most thorough search for the glasses began. And dear little Nell in her generous way

Said, "I'll look for them, Grandpa, without any pay."

All through the big Bible she searched with care,
It lies on the table by Grandpapa's chair.
They feel in his pockets, they peep in his hat,
They pull out the sofa and shake out the mat.

Then down on the floor, like good-natured bears,
Go Harry and Ned under tables and chairs,
Till quite out of breath, Ned is heard to declare,
He believed that those glasses are not anywhere.

But Nelly, who, leaning on Grandpapa's knee, Was thinking most earnestly, "where can they be?"

Looked suddenly up in the kind, faded eyes, And her own shining brown ones grew big with surprise.

She clapped with her hands, all her dimples came out,

She turned to the boys with a bright, roguish shout, "You may leave off your looking, both Harry and Ned,

For there are the glasses on Grandpapa's head !"


THERE are gains for all our losses,

There are balms for all our pain;
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.

We are stronger, and are better,

Under manhood's sterner reign;
Still we feel that something sweet
Followed youth, with flying feet,

And will never come again.

Something beautiful is vanished,

And we sigh for it in vain:
We behold it everywhere,
On the earth, and in the air,
But it never comes again.

Richard H. Stoddard.


LAMAR and his Rangers camped at dawn on the banks of the San Gabr❜el,

Under the mossy live oaks, in the heart of a lonely dell


With the cloudless Texas sky above and the musquite grass below,

And all the prairie lying still in a misty, silv'ry glow.

The sound of the horses cropping grass, the fall of a nut full ripe,

The stir of a weary soldier, or the tap of a smokedout pipe,

Fell only as sounds in a dream may fall upon a drowsy ear,

Till the captain said, "It is Christmas Day! so, boys, we will spend it here,

"For the sake of our homes and our childhood, we will give the day its dues."

Then some leaped up to prepare the feast, and some sat still to muse,

And some pulled scarlet yupon berries and waxwhite mistletoe,

To garland the stand-up rifles-for Christmas has no foe.

And every heart had a pleasant thought or a tender memory

Of unforgotten Christmastides that never more might be ;

They felt the thrill of a mother's kiss, they heard the happy psalm,

And the men grew still, and all the camp was full of a gracious calm.

Halt!" cried the sentinel, and lo! from out of the brushwood near

There came, with a weary, fainting step, a man in mortal fear,

A brutal man with a tiger's heart; but yet he made this plea

"I am dying of hunger and thirst; do what you will with me."

They knew him well-who did not know the cruel San Sabatan,

The robber of the Rio Grande, who spared not any man?

In low, fierce tones they called his name, and looked at a coil of rope;

And the man crouched down in abject fear-how could he dare to hope?

The captain had just been thinking of the Book his mother read,

Of a Saviour born on Christmas Day, who bowed on the Cross His head;

Blending the thought of his mother's tears with the Holy Mother's grief

And when he saw San Sabatan he thought of the dying thief.

He spoke to the men in whispers, and they heeded the words he said,

And brought to the perishing robber water and meat and bread.

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