And the better in memory to fix Psalm xc. Robert Browning. LORD, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God. Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men. For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep; in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth. For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled. Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath. So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants. O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil. Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and thy glory unto their children. Anl let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and estab h thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our nands establish thou it. Ivry. Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are! Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, O pleasant land of And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy murmuring daughters; As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy; For cold and stiff and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy. Hurrah! Hurrah! a single field hath turned the chance of war! Hurrah! Hurrah! for Ivry, and Henry of Navarre. Oh! how our hearts were beating, when, at the dawn of day, The King is come to marshal us, in all his armor dressed; He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye, He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout, God save our lord the King? "And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may For never I saw promise yet of such a bloody fray Press where ye see my white plume shine amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre." Hurrah! the foes are moving. Hark to the mingled din, A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, Now, God be praised, the day is ours: Mayenne hath turned his rein; D'Aumale hath cried for quarter; the Flemish count is slain; Right well fought all the Frenchmen who fought for France to-day; And many a lordly banner God gave them for a prey. But we of the religion have borne us best in fight; And the good Lord of Rosny hath ta'en the cornet white - The cornet white with crosses black, the flag of false Lorraine. Up with it high; unfurl it wide — that all the host may know How God hath humbled the proud house which wrought his church such woe. Then on the ground, while trumpets sound their loudest point of war, Fling the red shreds, a foot-cloth meet for Henry of Navarre. Ho! maidens of Vienna! ho! matrons of Lucerne Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright; Macaulay Gaffer Gray. "Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Gray? Heartily. And why does thy nose look so blue ?"— With the tremulous voice of ""Tis the weather that's cold, "'Tis I'm grown very old, age. And my doublet is not very new; Well-a-day!" "Then line thy warm doublet with ale, Gaffer Gray, "Nay, but credit I've none, And my money's all gone; Then say how may that come to pass?-Well-a-day!" "Hie away to the house on the brow, Gaffer Gray, "The priest often preaches "Against worldly riches, But ne'er gives a mite to the poor,- Well-a-day!" "The lawyer lives under the hill, Gaffer Gray; And threaten the stocks, Should he ever more find me in want; — Well-a-day !" 'The squire has fat beeves and brown ale, Gaffer Gray; And the season will welcome you there." "His fat beeves and his beer And his merry new year, Are all for the flush and the fair,-Well-a-day!" "My keg is hut low, I confess, Gaffer Gray; What then? while it lasts, man, we'll live!” "The poor man alone, When he hears the poor moan, Of his morsel a morsel will give,- Well-a-day!” Holcroft Auld Robin Gray. WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, And a' the warld to sleep are gane, The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my ee, When my gudeman lies sound by me. Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and socht me for his bride, To mak' that croun a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea, And the croun and the pund were baith for me. He hadna' been awa a week but only twa, When my mother she fell sick, and the cow was stown awa; My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin, |