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As 'twere a battery of bliss
That you, my biggest pupil, should
Before the whole set school to boot;
What evil genius put you to't?"
But when Susannah shook her curls,
[To be given in a lively style.]
Apollo-what a face! Doleful as a hearse; folded hands, hollow chest, whining voice the very picture of cowardly irresolution.
Spring to your feet, hold up your head, set your teeth together, draw that fine form of yours up to the height that God made it ; draw an immense long breath, and look about you. What do you see? Why, all creation taking care of number one-pushing ahead, like the car of Juggernaut, over live victims. There it is and you can't help it. Are you going to lie down and be crushed?
By all that is manly, no! Dash ahead. You have as good a right to mount the triumphal car as your neighbor. Snap your fingers at croakers. If you can't get around a stump leap over it high and dry. Have nerves of steel, a will of iron. Never mind sideaches, or heartaches, or headaches-dig away, without stopping to breathe, or to notice envy or malice.
Set your target in the clouds and aim at it. If your arrow falls short of its mark what of that? Pick it up and go at it again. If you should never reach it you will shoot higher than if you only aimed at a bush. Don't whine if your friends fall off. At the first stroke of good luck by Mammon they will swarm around you like a hive of bees, till you are disgusted with human nature.
" 'I can't!" Oh, pshaw! I have more courage than that. You are a disgrace to corduroys. What! a man lack courage? A man want independence? A man to be discouraged at obstacles? A man afraid to face anything on earth save his Maker? Why, I have the most unmitigated contempt for you, you pusillanimous pussy cat! There is nothing manly about you except your whis
[Give in a descriptive manner, the voice falling at the end of each
The splendor falls on castle walls,
And snowy summits, old in story:
Oh, hark! oh, hear! how thin and clear,
The horns of Elf-land faintly blowing.
Oh, love! they die in yon rich sky;
They faint on field, on hill and river;
Blow, bugle, blow-set the wild echoes flying,
THE TRUE SAVIOURS.
[Deliver in a manly and heroic manner.]
It has been maintained that the genius which constitutes a great military man is of a very high quality, and may be equally useful in the cabinet and in the field; that it has a sort of universality equally applicable to all affairs. We have seen, undoubtedly, instances of a rare and wonderful combination of civil and military qualifications, both of the highest order. That the greatest civil qualifications may be found united with the highest military talents is what no one will deny who thinks of Washington. But that such a combination is rare and extraordinary the fame of Washington sufficiently attests. If it were common why was he so illustrious?
I would ask, what did Cromwell, with all his military genius, do for England? He overthrew the monarchy, and he established dictatorial power in his own person. And what happened next? Another soldier overthrew the dictatorship and restored the monarchy. The sword effected both. Cromwell made one revolution and Monk another. And what did the people of England gain by it? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! The rights and liberties of Englishmen, as they now exist, were settled and established at the
Revolution in 1688. Now mark the difference! By whom was the Revolution begun and conducted? Was it by soldiers? by military genius? by the sword? No! It was the work of statesmen and of eminent lawyers-men never distinguished for military exploits. The faculty-the dormant faculty-may have existed. That is what no one can affirm or deny. But it would have been thought an absurd and extravagant thing to propose, in reliance upon this possible dormant faculty, that one of those eminent statesmen and lawyers should be sent, instead of the Duke of Marlborough, to command the English forces on the Continent.
Who achieved the freedom and the independence of this our own country? Washington effected much in the field; but where were the Franklins, the Adamse the Hancocks, the Jeffersons and the Lees-the band of sages and patriots whose memory we revere ? They were assembled in council. The heart of the Revolution beat in the halls of Congress. There was the power which, beginning with appeals to the king and to the British nation, at length made an irresistible appeal to the world, and consummated the Revolution by the Declaration of Independence, which Washington established with their authority, and, bearing their commission, supported by arms. And what has this band of patriots, of sages, and of statesmen, given to us? Not what Cæsar gave to Rome; not what Cromwell gave to England, or Napoleon to France; they established for us the great principles of civil, political and religious liberty upon the strong foundations on which they have hitherto stood. There may have been military capacity in Congress; but can any one deny that it is the wisdom of sages-Washington being one-we are indebted for the signal blessings we enjoy ?
Softest linen and snowiest lawn,
Singing, she sews the tiniest seam,
While the garments grow apace.
Her thoughts reach out across the years,.
An airy castle with turrets high
Ah, the dearest work a mother knows
"My baby shall be a king!
His deeds will the poets sing."
Folding away the garments white,
The baby needs no more care-
And a lock of sunny hair.
Those were worn by that stalwart man,
But these once held the little form
Of the baby "passed away."
Now in sunshine and now in storm
But the tenderest thought a mother knows