"Who touches a hair of yon gray head, All day long through Frederick street, On the loyal winds that loved it well; Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his raids no more; Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier. Over Barbara Frietchie's grave, Flag of Freedom and Union wave! On thy stars below at Frederick town. Whittier. Which? The following tells its own story, and a beautiful one it is too-read. ing best and sounding sweetest, when the family circle have gathered around the evening lamp, perhaps : "Which shall it be? which shall it be?" "I will give A house and land while you shall live, If, in return, from out your seven, I looked at John's old garments worn, Which I, though willing, could not spare! Of seven little children's need, And then of this. "Come, John," said L "We'll choose among them as they lie First to the cradle lightly stepped, We stooped beside the trundle-bed, In sleep so pitiful and fair; I saw on Jamie's rough, red cheek A tear undried. Ere John could speak, And kissed him as we hurried by. Could he be spared? "Nay, He who gave Bids us befriend him to the grave; And so," said John, "I would not dare And knelt by Mary, child of love, Across her cheek in willful way. And shook his head. "Nay, love, not thee," Only one more, our eldest lad, I remember once riding from Buffalo to the Niagara Falls. I said to a gentleman, "What river is that, sir?" "That," said he, "is Niagara river." "Well, it is a beautiful stream," said I; "bright, and fair, and glassy. How far off are the rapids ?” "Only a mile or two," was the reply. "Is it possible that only a mile from us, we shall find the water in the turbulence which it must show near the Falls ?" "You will find it so, sir.' of Niagara I shall never forget. And so I found it; and the first sight Now, launch your bark on that Niagara river; it is bright, smooth, beautiful and glassy. There is a ripple at the bow; the silver wake you leave behind, adds to your enjoyment. Down the stream you glide, oars, sails, and helm in proper trim, and you set out on your pleasure excursion. Suddenly, some one cries out from the bank, "Young men, ahoy!" "What is it?" "The rapids are below you!” "Ha! ha! we have heard of the rapids; but we are not such fools as to get there. If we go too fast, then we shall up with the helm, and steer to the shore; we will set the mast in the socket, hoist the sail, and speed to the land. Then on, boys; don't be alarmed, there is no danger." "Young men, ahoy there!" "What is it?" "The rapids are below you!” "Ha! ha! we will laugh and quaff; all things delight us. care we for the future! day is the evil thereof. No man ever saw it. What Sufficient for the We will enjoy life while we may, will catch pleasure as it flies. This is enjoyment; time enough to steer out of danger when we are sailing swiftly with the current." "YOUNG MEN, AHOY!" "What is it?" "BEWARE! BEWARE! THE RAPIDS ARE BELOW YOU!" "Now you see the water foaming all around. See how fast you pass that point! Up with the helm! Now turn! Pull hard! Quick! quick! quick! pull for your lives! pull till the blood starts from your nostrils, and the veins stand like whip-cords upon your brow! Set the mast in the socket! hoist the sail! Ah! ah! it is too late! Shrieking, howling, blaspheming; over they go." Thousands go over the rapids of intemperance every year, through the power of habit, crying all the while, "When I find out that it is injuring me, I will give it up " John B. Gough. From Ivanhoe Following with wonderful promptitude the directions of Ivanhoe, and availing herself of the protection of the large ancient shield, which she placed against the lower part of the window, Rebecca, with tolerable security to herself, could witness part of what was passing without the castle, and report to Ivanhoe the preparations which the assailants were making for the storm. "The skirts of the wood seem lined with archers, although only a few are advanced from its dark shadow." "Under what banner?" asked Ivanhoe. "Under no ensign of war which I can observe," answered Rebecca. "A singular novelty," muttered the knight, “to advance to storm such a castle without pennon or banner displayed! Seest thou who they be that act as leaders?" "A knight, clad in sable armor, is the most conspicuous," said the Jewess; "he alone is armed from head to heel, and seems to assume the direction of all around him." "What device does he bear on his shield?" replied Ivanhoe. 'Something resembling a bar of iron, and a padlock painted blue on the black shield." "A fetterlock and shacklebolt azure," said Ivanhoe; "I know not who may bear the device, but well I ween it might now be mine own. Canst thou not see the motto?" "Scarce the device itself, at this distance," replied Rebecca; "but when the sun glances fair upon his shield, it shows as I tell you." "Seem there no other leaders?" exclaimed the anxious inquirer. "None of mark and distinction that I can behold from this station," said Rebecca; "but, doubtless, the other side of the castle is also assailed. They appear even now preparing to advance." Her description was here suddenly interrupted by the signal for assault, which was given by the blast of a shrill bugle, and at once answered by a flourish of the Norman trumpets from the battle ments. "And I must lie here like a bedridden monk,” exclaimed Ivanhoe, "while the game that gives me freedom or death is played out by the hand of others! Look from the window once again, kind |