Deeper, deeper let us toil In the mines of knowledge; Than the stars of diadems. Onward, onward may we press, Excellence true beauty; Minds are of celestial birth, Make we then a heaven of earth. Closer, closer let us knit Hearts and hands together, In the wildest weather; Oh! they wander wide who roam From the joys of life and home. [Montgomery LIBERTY. BENEATH Our country's flag we stand, And give our hearts to thee, Bright power, who steel'st and nerv'st our hand, Thou first born, Liberty! Here, on our swords we swear to give Our willing lives, that thou may'st live! For thee, the Spartan youth of old, To death devoted, fell! Thy spirit made the Roman bold, And fired the patriot Tell! Our sires, on Bunker, fought for thee,- Run up your starry flag on high! Thus high in heaven our flag unfurled,- THE SNOW STORM. [Percival. THE cold winds swept the mountain's height, A mother wandered with her child; And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow, Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone; "O God," she cried, in accents wild, "If I must perish, save my child!" She stripped her mantle from her breast, At dawn, a traveler passéd by; She lay beneath a snowy vail,The frost of death was in her eye, Her cheek was cold, and hard, and pale; He moved the robe from off the child; The babe looked up, and sweetly smiled. [Smith. PART III. POETIC PIECES, COMIC. ACCOUNT OF A BACHELOR. (A PARODY ON ROMEO'S APOTHECARY.) I DO remember an old bachelor, And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted In suit of sables, with a care-worn brow: Conning his books,—and meager were his looks: Celibacy had worn him to the bone; And in his silent parlor hung a coat, The which the moths had used not less than he. Noting his gloom, unto myself I said, [Anon QUEER MISTAKE. A POOR Simple foreigner, not long ago, Whose knowledge of English was simply so so, "Why, pickles," says she, “is a sort of a name Like preserves, and the meaning is nearly the same; The foreigner bow 'd, and gave thanks for his lesson; Cried, "Mercy, preserve us, and pickle us too!" [Anon. GETTING A DEGREE. To Cambridge there went, By vanity sent, A pedant to get a decree. In order his fitness to see. The vain candidate Was first asked to state The sense of the word "create." "Create, did you say? Let me think a while, pray;— That's a matter not easy to state. I'm sure I have heard, Means, 'to make out of nothing,' good Proctor!" "If that be the case," Said his dignified grace, "Then will I create thee a doctor!" [Reimer. THE BOY AND THE BAKER. The baker, his complaint to parry, Replied, with look most archly dry, While quirk conceit sat squinting on his eye,"Light, boy?—then you've the less to carry!" The boy grinn'd plaudits to his joke, And on the counter laid down rhino, With mien that plainly all but spoke,— "With you I'll soon be even, I know." |