O THE INFLUENCE OF FAME. H, who shall lightly say that fame Is nothing1 but an empty name, The young from slothful couch will start, Oh, who shall lightly say that fame A desert bare-a shipless sea? Oh, who shall lightly say that fame To earth-worn pilgrim's wistful eye And 'mid the vales and swelling hills, The freeman's heart, and nerves his hand; For this, when Freedom's trumpet calls, His burning heart he may not lend A suppliant knee he will not bend, Before these things of "brass and clay :" On high his glittering sword he waves, GEORGE LUNT. LIFE WITHOUT FREEDOM. ROM life without Freedom, say, who would not fly? FRO For one day of Freedom, oh! who would not die? Hark! hark! 'tis the trumpet! the call of the brave, The death-song of tyrants, the dirge of the slave. Our country lies bleeding-oh! fly to her aid; One arm that defends is worth hosts that invade. From life without Freedom, oh! who would not fly? For one day of Freedom, oh! who would not die? In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains- And, oh! even if Freedom from this world be driven, In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains- A BINGEN ON THE RHINE. SOLDIER of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood ebbed away, 1 Bingen, (bing'en), a town of Ger- situated on the left bank of the Rhine many, noted for its superior wines, at the influx of the Nahe (nå'). |