Bang! bang! goes the carbines, and clash goes the sabres : He's not down! he's alive still! now stand to him, neigh bors! Through the smoke and the horses he's into the crowd, By the heavens, he 's free! - than thunder more loud, He has mounted his horse, and soon he will be James Sheridan Le Fanu. Adapted. THE RAINBOW. I SOMETIMES have thoughts in my loneliest hours, When my heart was as light as a blossom in June; As I threw back my tresses to catch the cool breeze, And, fair as an angel, it floated as free, With a wing on the earth and a wing on the sea. How wide was the sweep of its beautiful wings! soul There are moments, I think, when the spirit receives I know that each moment of rapture or pain Mrs. Amelia B. Welby. —on FREE SPEECH. My reason for loving a republican form of government, and for preferring it to any other -- to monarchical and despotic governments-is, not that it clothes me with rights which these withhold from me, but that it makes fewer encroachments, than they do, on the rights which God gave me on the divinely appointed scope of man's agency. I prefer, in a word, the republican system because it comes up more nearly to God's system. It is not, then, to the constitutions of my nation and state that I am indebted for the right of free discussion -- though I am thankful for the glorious defence with which those instruments surround that right. No; God himself gave me this right; and a sufficient proof that He did so is to be found in the fact that He requires me to exercise it. Take from the men who compose the church of Christ on earth the right of free discussion, and you disable them for His service. They are now the lame and the dumb and the blind. In vain is it now that you bid them "hold forth the word of life" - in vain that you bid them "not to suffer sin upon a neighbor, but in any wise to rebuke him"-in vain is it that you bid them "go into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature." If God made me to be one of his instruments for carrying forward the salvation of the world, then is the right of free discussion among my inherent rights; then may I, must I, speak of sin, any sin, every sin, that comes in my way any sin, every sin, which it is my duty to search out and to assail. When, therefore, this right is called in question, then is the invasion not of something obtained from human convention and human concession, but the invasion of a birthright of that which is as old as our being, and a part of the original man. Gerrit Smith. MARGUERITE. MOCKING little Marguerite! See how she loves to tease me Just now her words were soft and sweet, She'll be so cruelly discreet, Her very looks will freeze me! Saucy little Marguerite! She'll sometimes try to charm me; And then, with laughter wild and sweet, Heartless little Marguerite! I vow you've so bewitch'd me And say that, though my peace of mind Amelia B. Edwards. A HUNDRED YEARS TO COME. WHERE, where will be the birds that sing, The flowers that now in beauty spring, The rosy lip, the lofty brow, Who'll press for gold the crowded street, Who'll worship God with willing feet, Pale, trembling age, and fiery youth, We all within our graves shall sleep, But other men our lands shall till, HAMLET AND HIS MOTHER. Hamlet. Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff; If damnéd custom have not brazed it so, That it be proof and bulwark against sense. |