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5. Go, hear what I have heard,
The sobs of sad despair,

As memory's feeling fount hath stirr'd

And its revealing there

Have told him what he might have been
Had he the drunkard's fate foreseen.

6. Go, to my mother's side,

And her crushed spirit cheer,
Thine own deep anguish hide,

Wipe from her cheek the tear:

Mark her dimm'd eye, her furrow'd brow,
The gray that streaks her dark hair now,
Her toil-worn frame, her trembling limb,
And trace the ruin back to him

Whose plighted faith in early youth
Promised eternal love and truth:

7. But who, foresworn, hath yielded up
This promise to the deadly cup,
And led down from love and light,
From all that made her pathway bright,
And chained her there, 'mid want and strife,
That lowly thing, a Drunkard's Wife,
And stamp'd on childhood's brow so mild,
That withering blight, a Drunkard's Child.

8. Go, hear, and see, and feel, and know

All that my soul hath felt and known:
Then look upon the wine cup's glow,

See if its brightness can atone.
Think if its flavor you will try,
If all proclaimed-" "Tis drink and die!"

9. Tell me I hate the bowl!
Hate is a feeble word-

I loathe, abhor-my very soul
With strong disgust is stirr'd
Whene'er I see, or hear, or tell
Of that dark beverage of hell!

IX.-VIRGIL'S HADES. Literal Translation.

WILEY.

1. Ar length th' accursed gates are open'd, grating on their horrid Sounding hinges. "Yonder seest thou what figure guards the

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3.

Passage? and what the gate? A dreadful Hydra there, with fifty
Black and gaping mouths, more terrible, by far, than any

Fury, holds her seat within. Then Tartarus itself, in

Course toward the Shades, sinks down as far as twice the distance,
Measured by the eye, from earth to heaven.

"Here the ancient

Progeny of Earth, th' Titanian youth, by thunderbolts hurled
Down, lie welt'ring in the abyss. Here too, I saw the sons of
Alous, gigantic forms, who sought to rend the heavens,
Hurling from his lofty throne immortal Jove. And here I
Saw Salmoneus in torture suffering, for having

Dared to imitate the light'nings and the bolts of Jove.

Drawn by horses, in his chariot, proud, and brandishing a torch, he Rode through Greece triumphant and the midst of Elis; and the

Honor of th' Immortals boasting claimed: foolish mortal!

Who, with brazen car and tramp o' his horn-hoofed steeds, the rushing
Storms and dreadful roaring thunder sought to imitate.

But th' almighty Sire hurled an awful bolt, (not harmless
Firebrands he, nor torches' smoky light,) and cast him headlong
To the Shades, amid a roaring whirlwind.

"Tityus too, you

Might have seen, the foster-child of all-producing Earth :
Whose awful body reaches over nine unbroken acres ;
And a vulture, monstrous bird, with hooked beak, is ever
Feasting on his entrails; nor is any respite given,
But the fibres ever springing up afresh creates new
Food for punishment. Why need I mention Sirithous the
Lapithæ, and Ixion above whom threat'ning hangs a

Black and flinty rock, that ev'ry moment swinging round seems
Falling? Golden standards unto lofty couches glisten ;
And in view are banquets furnished out with regal splendor:
Near them, thund'ring with her voice and brandishing her torch on
High, the eldest of the Furies sits and guards the banquets.

4."Here, too, are those who with their brothers lived at enmity: had
Treated ill a parent; or had wrought deccit against a

Client; or the miserly, who brooded o'er acquired

Wealth alone, nor sought division with their kindred; these by
Far most numerous; and those who for adultery were

Slain; and who in impious wars had joined, and hesitated

Not to violate their plighted faith to lawful masters:

There in prison 'wait their punishment. Nor kind, nor shape, nor In what state the punishment, they seek to be informed.

5. "Others heave up rolling stones, and hang fast bound to wheels. There Sits, and shall forever sit, unhappy Theseus. And

Phlegyas, wretchedest, admonishes; and with a solemn

Voice proclaims throughout the Shades, 'Warn'd seek righteousness, and

Not contemn the gods.'

Another sold for gold his country:

Raising into rule a domineering tyrant: made and

Unmade laws for gold. And one attempted marriage rites

Unlawful with his daughter.

All have dared some heinous crime and

'Complished what they dared. Had I a hundred tongues, a hundred Mouths, and voice of sounding iron, I could not comprehend the Species of their crimes, nor numerate their punishments."

X.-THE BEAUTIFUL LAND.

1. THERE's a beautiful land by the spoiler untrod,
Unclouded by sorrow or care;

It is lighted alone by the presence of God,
Whose throne and whose temple are there;
Its crystalline streams with a murmurous flow,
Meander through valleys of green,

And its mountains of jasper are bright in the glow
Of a splendor no mortal hath seen.

2. And throngs of glad singers with jubilant breath
Make the air with their melodies rife ;

And one known on earth as the angel of death,
Shines here as an angel of life!

And infinite tenderness beams from his eyes,

On his brow is a heavenly calm,

And his voice as it thrills thro' the depths of the skies

Is as sweet as the seraphim's psalm.

3. Through the musical groves of this beautiful land
Walk the souls which were faithful in this,

And their foreheads by the breath of the zephyrs are fanned
That evermore murmur of bliss;

They taste the rich fruitage that hangs from the trees

And breathe the sweet odor of flowers

More fragrant than ever were kissed by the breeze
In Araby's loveliest bowers.

4. Old prophets, whose words were a spirit of flame
Blazing out o'er the darkness of time,

And martyrs, whose courage no torture could tame,
Nor turn from their purpose sublime;

And saints and confessors, a numberless throng,

Who were loyal to truth and to right,

And left as they walked thro' the darkness of wrong
Their foot-prints encircled with light.

5. And the dear little children who went to their rest
Ere their lives had been sullied by sin,

While the angel of morning still tarried a guest,
Their spirit's pure temple within-

All are there, all are there-in the beautiful land,

The land by the spoiler untrod,

And their foreheads by the breath of the breezes are fanned
That blow from the gardens of God.

6. My soul hath looked in thro' the gateway of dreams
On the city all paved with pure gold,

And heard the sweet flow of its murmurous streams,
As through the green valleys they rolled :
And though it still waits on this desolate strand
A pilgrim and stranger on earth,

Yet it knew, in that glimpse of the beautiful land,
That it gazed on the home of its birth.

XI. PROSE SELECTIONS.

1.-GROWING OLD.

1. How stealthily the years creep upon us, one by one, until some day we are startled to find ourselves grown old! It is curious to see what different estimates people put upon old age at different periods of their own lives. To the youth in his teens, the man of middle age appears quite antiquated, but when he himself arrives at forty years, he can scarce believe he is no longer young, and is astonished to see so many who were but infants the other day now jostling him as full grown men in the race of life. Said one gentleman to another once in our hearing, "What has become of all the old men? When you and I were boys there were many old gentlemen about, but they

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smile, “ask these youngsters where the old men are. They'll tell you—and you will find yourself among them!"

2.-MEMORY.

1. MEMORIES of some kind. we all have-it is the one thing which makes the man himself. If it be true that every particle of our bodies is changed once in seven years, memory is the surest guardian of personal identity. Cicero, after long thinking about it concluded that it was the strongest proof that the soul was immaterial and immoral. Destroy it, and the chief value of life would be taken away. What would an existence be worth that had not, could never have, any yesterday—to which came no tender whispers from the morning land of youth, no words whose very echo thrills steady-going old age with indefinable bliss? To forget is indeed to be annihilated.

3.-FACTS WORTH KNOWING.

1. Ir is not what people eat, but what they digest, that makes them strong. It is not what they gain, but what they save, that makes them rich. It is not what they read, but what they remember, that makes them learned. It is not what they profess, but what they practice, that makes them good.

4.-A NOBLEMAN AND HIS JESTER.

1. THERE was a certain lord who kept a jester in his house, (as many great men did in olden days of their pleasure,) to whom the lord gave a staff, and charged him to keep it till he should meet with one who was a greater fool than himself, and if he should meet with such a one, to deliver it over to him.

Not many years after, his lord fell sick, and, indeed was sick unto death. The jester came to see him, and was told by his sick lord that he must now shortly leave him.

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