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You shall be queen of all that's there, For in the Presence vast and good,

Love me true! That bends o'er all our livelihood

A gray old harper sung to me, With humankind in heavenly cure,

The waves roll so gayly 0,
We all are like : we all are poor.

Beware of the damsel of the sea !
XI.

Love me true!
And, sure, God's poor shall never want

In hall he harpeth many a year, For service meet or seemly chant,

The waves roll so gayly 0, And for the gospel's joyful sound

And we will sit his song to hear,
A fitting place shall still be found ;

Love me true!
XII.

I love thee deep, I love thee true,
Whether the organ's solemn tones

The waves roll so gayly 0, Thrill through the dust of warriors' bones,

But ah ! I know not how to woo, Or voices of the village choir

Love me true! From swallow-haunted eaves aspire ;

Down dashed the cup, with a sudden shock, XIIL

The waves roll so gayly 0, Or, sped with healing on its wings,

The wine like blood ran over the rock, The Word solicit ears of kings,

Love me true! Or etir the souls, in moorland gleti;

She said no word, but shrieked aloud,
Of kingless covenanted men.

The waves roll so gayly 0,
XIV.

And vanished away from where she stood, Enough for thee, indulgent Lord

Love me true! The willing ear to hear thy word.

I locked and barred my castle door, And, time and place to match, the talo

The waves roll so gayly 0,
For willing ears shall never fail.

Three summer days I grieved sore,
S.F.

Love me true!
Dublin, June, 1863.
-Blackwood's Magazine For myself a day and night,

The waves roll so gayly 0,
and two to moan that lady bright,

Love me true!
ST. MARGARETS EVE

BY WILLIAM ALLINGIAN.

I BUILT my castle upon the seaside,

The waves roll so gayly 0,
Half on the land and half in the tide,

Love me true!
Within was silk, without was stone,

The waves roll so gayly 0,
It lacks a queen, and that alone,

Love me true!
The gray old harper sung to me,

The waves roll so gayly 0,
Beware of the damsel of the sea !

Love me true!
Saint Margaret's Eve it did befan,

The waves roll so gayly 0,
The tide came creeping up the wall,

Love me true!
I opened my gate ; who there should stand,

The waves roll so gayly 0,
But a fair lady, with a cup in her hand,

Love me true!
The cup was gold, and full of wine,

The waves roll so gayly 0,
Drink, said the lady, and I will be thine,

Love me true!
Enter my castle, lady fair,

The waves roll so gayly 0,

EQUINOCTIAL.

BY IRS. A. D. T. WHITNEY.
THE Sun of Life has crossed the line,

The summer-shine of lengthened light
Faded and failed-till, where I stand,

'Tis equal Day and equal Night.
One after one, as dwindling hours,

Youth's glowing hopes have dropped away,
And soon may barely leave the gleam

That coldly scores a winter's day.
I am not young, I am not old ;

The flush of morn, the sunset calm,
Paling and deepening, each to each,

Meet midway with a solemn charm
One side I see the summer fields

Not yet disrobed of all their green ;
While westerly, along the hills,

Flame the first tints of frosty sheen
Ah, middle point, where cloud and storm

Make battle-ground of this my life!
Where, even-matched, the Night and Day

Wage round me their September strife!
I bow me to the threatening gale :

I know, when that is overpast,
Among the peaceful harvest-days,
An Indian summer comes at last !

-Atlantic Monthly.

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THE WOOD OF CHANCELLORSVILLE. Until the suffering earth, THE ripe red berries of the wintergreen

Of treason sick, shall spew the monster forthLure me to puuse awhile

And each regenerate sod In this deep, tangled wood. I stop and lean

Be consecrate anew, to Freedom and to God ! Down where these wild flowers smile,

--Della R. German. And rest me in this shade ; for many a mile, Through lane and dusty street, I've walked with weary, weary feet,

“ MORE THAN CONQUEROR." And now I tarry 'mid this woodland scene, 'Mong ferns and mosses sweet.

F. B C. “ Died at his Guns."-Chancellorsville. Here all around me blows

Ay, leave the Stripes and Stars The pile primrose.

Above nim, with the precous cup and sish, I wonder if the gentle blossom knows

The mute mementoes of the battle's crash, The feeling at my heart—the solemn grief,

And of a hero's scars. So whelming and so deep

He“ entered into rest," That it disdaius relief,

Ennobled e'en in dying. Christ's true knight And will not let me weep.

Is now a king, in royal glory dight,
I wonder that the woodbine thrives and grows, With - Victor" on his crest.
And is indifferent to the nation's wocs.
For while these mornings shine, these blossoms And yet—God giveth sleep!
bloom,

Earth's freshest, fiirest laurels never shed
Impious rebellion wraps the land in gloom. A glory like the halo round his head.

Ye love him—Will you weep?
Nature, thou art unkind,
Unsympathizing, blind!

Say ye “ His life is lost ;
Yon Ichen, clinging to th' o'erhanging rock,

Our home's sweet comfort and our crown of Is happy, ani eich blade of grass,

hope" ? O'er which unconscously I puss,

Nay, friends ! His life has now a grander scope : Smiles in my fice, and seems to mock

A living holocaust.
Me with its joy. Ales ! I cannot find

To God and Truth and Right
One chirm in bounteous nature, while the wind It aye hath been. And if the living coal
That blows upon my cheek, bears on each gust On God's own altar hath upborne the soul
The groans of my poor country, bleeding in the In fiery chariot bright,
dust.

'Mid battle roar and strife :The air is musical with notes

If to the fearless soldier Gol's release
That gish from winged warblers' throats, Came swiftly, with the seal of “perfect peace,"
And in the leafy trees

Upon his earthly life :
I hear the drowsy bum of bees.
Prone from the blinding sky

Ay, though it sorely crush

The hearts that clung to him,-poor hearts, that Dance rainbow-tinted sunbeams, thick with

ache motes, Daisies are shining and the butterfly

With growing sense of loss,-oh, for his sake Wavers from flower to flower ;-yet in this wood

Each wail of anguish hush! The ruthless forman stood,

And yet ye well may weep, And every turf is drenched with human blood. As those who mourned o'er holy Stephen, erst

On whose glad eyes heaven's glories burst
O heartless flowers !

Before " he fell asleep."
O trees, clad in your robes of glistering sheen,
Pat off this canopy of gorgeous green !.

A hero heart is still,
These are the hours

And eyes are sealed, and loving lips are mute, For mourning, not for gladness. While this Which bore on earth the Spirit's golden fruit. emirt

· But peace! It was God's will ! Of treason dire gishes the nation's heart,

And for our precious landLet birds refuse to sing,

The land he loved and died for in her need, And flowers to bloom upon the lap of spring.

The blood of heroes is the country's seedLet Nature's fice itself with tears o'erflow,

As he stood may we stand ! In deepest anguish for a people's woe.

The Lord of hosts doth reign ! While rank Rebellion stands

He crowned your soldier, “dying at his guns." With blood of martyrs on his impious hands;

Oh, be the nation worthy of her sons,
While slavery and chains

The noble-hearted slain.
And cruelty and direst hate
Uplift their heuls within th' afflicted State,

And so we sadly lay-
And freeze the blood in every patriot's veins Yet not all sadly, though with tearful eyes-
Let these old woodlands fiir

A little nameless flower where he lies,
Grow black with gloom, and from its thunder-lair And softly steal away.
Let lightning leap, and scorch th' accursed air ;

-N. Y. Observer.

From The Saturday Review. sian court-that he himself had been the MAGNANIMITY.

target of faction and conspiracy, and that a ALEXANDER was not always magnanimous, man of such antecedents was, as it were, but when he drank the suspected cup from trained and moulded to suspicion. Neverthe hand of his maligned friend and physi- theless, he handed the letter to Philip, and cian, he gave one of those examples of mag- he drank the cup. nanimity which raise human nature on tip The magnificence of the action speaks to toe, and descend to posterity as the heirlooms the plainest understanding. But when we of civilization. It may be doubted whether try to analyze it, and to discover that in it the history of the world contains a finer in- which, on the bare mention, touches our stance of that quality which alone assimilates hearts and elevates our minds, the task is by man to the immortal gods. But, in order no means easy. In one aspect at least, it fully to realize the beauty and grandeur of might be possible, with a show of reason, to his action, there are many things to consider. | accuse Alexander of mere rashness and frivolThere is, first, the greatness of Alexander. ity. It would not have been a great action He was at that time the greatest man in the in any other man to sacrifice Alexander to his world, and might, without undue conceit, physician-the greater to the less ; and why, have set an extraordinary value on his own it might be argued, should that be the height life. Then we must consider the nature of of magnanimity, rather than mere folly, in his ambition, and its immensity. It was an Alexander himself, which in another man ambition subject, in his inmost heart, to none would have been a piece of brutal stupidity ? of the checks or drawbacks of which modern Would Alexander have been less magnanimen are often conscious. It constituted the mous had he reasoned thus: “I am of invery marrow and essence of his mind—was finitely more importance, not only to myself, confirmed by every spell of education and but to the world, than this man; and it would public opinion, whipped by every dream of be grossly absurd to endanger my life for the his imagination, and ratified by every dictate sake of sparing him a suspicion which is probof his conscience, such as it was. And if his ably unjust, but which is not impossibly true. ambition was unbounded, so was the tide of He himself must forgive me, and must underhis success unprecedented and astounding, stand how natural such a feeling on my part intoxicating and overwhelming. Then, on is. I will address him frankly, as becomes a the other hand, we must look at the provok- man : You have been to me a faithful sering triviality of the obstacle in the way of his vant and a friend. I know it, and acknowlglory. It was an illness, severe it is true, edge it with all my heart. But at this critbut so brief and so casual as to involve no ical moment of my life, upon which you corroding disappointment, and to suggest no yourself know as well as I do how much dedisgust, but rather to make him grasp at life pends, you will not misinterpret my senti

ness of a young, happy, and ments towards you if I consult the dictates ambitious man-a man ambitious and happy of prudence. The cup you hold in your hand beyond all usual conditions of happiness and may have been poisoned by the very man who ambition. Moreover, in such a desperate attempts to throw suspicion upon you, and state, when men drunk with the desire to who may be equally hostile to you and to lire seize at erery straw, and cast everything me. You see how ready I am to inake allowaside which endangers their last chance, we ances for you; I only ask you to make equal must place in the opposite scale the insignifi- Pllowances for me when I decline to drink the cance of Philip of Acarnania, as Alexander medicine you have prepared.'

Some such might have thought it, in comparison with address as this, spoken as Alexander could his own life and the conquest of the world— have spoken it, would have seemed to many of Philip, not a great general, nor a great minds, and perhaps not unjustly, the height poet, nor a great philosopher, but only a ply- of nubility on the part of one who need only sician, and, if an old friend, still a mere de- have spoken the word to have the man's head pendant. Finally, we must remember that chopped off, and get that suspicion, at all Alexander, from his youth up, had been events, cleared out of his way. Or take reared in an atınosphere of relentless intrigue another supposition. Suppose the cup had -intrigue almost as black as that of a Rus- been poisoned, and Alexander had died.

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Would history have placed on record the the admiration of great things to the conmagnanimity of Alexander, or his madness ? tempt of small, there is but a step. And The action would in either case have been the from one thing to another we pass to the consame, yet it can hardly be doubted that, had tempt of death as unworthy to overawe a he died, half the world would have pro- great mind, and so to the contempt of one's nounced him a fool. On the other hand, his own life, which comes to seem, as it were, death would have shed additional lustre on accident, external to a man's own true self, his action in the eyes of all those who look his name and fame, his honor and reputation, upon martyrdom as the truest seal of sincer- his truth, loyalty, friendship, and that beauty ity. But, in either case, it was not an in- of character which is as dear to the civilized stance in which success is any real test of man as his tattooing is to the savage. Hence policy. And, indeed, it would seem to be of the lines of the Latin poet :: the essence of magnanimity in all cases to “ Summum crede nefas animam præferre pudori, override policy in the pursuit of higher ends. Et propter vitam vivendi perdere causas.”

If we attempt to analyze magnanimity, the To treat life not as its own end, but as a means first consideration evidently arises out of the towards higher ends, is in fact the climax of naked meaning of the word-largeness of human magnanimity, and the example given mind. No doubt, too, the first elementary by Alexander rivets the attention because it notion which the word suggests is connected sets this cardinal quality of magnanimity most with bodily size. It is easier to conceive of nakedly before us. Philip of Acarnania was the elephant as being magnanimous than the perhaps his oldest friend and most tried atflea. Giants, says Mr. Thackeray, are good- tendant. To have doubted or sacrificed him natured and fond of beer. True, the elephant would have been to have sacrificed everything can be inconceivably petty and spiteful at worth living for in this life. Alexander killed times. And who can describe the daring of Clytus, indeed, in an access of rage, because the unblushing fiea? But, for all that, the Clytus denied that his actions were those of ą popular notion holds good. And there is, god. But for whom besides bimself should further, the subjective notion of size as ap- ho care whether or not his actions were those plied to the mind itself. Indeed, we could of a god, save for those, as Philip of Acarmake further distinctions, but they might be nania, whom he so valued and who so valued wearisome. So much, however, is plain and him? It was as if he had said, “ Life is the useful to consider, that from the physical no- highest good, but I will not even have life if tion of the indifference to trifles which char- it is not such a life as choose--a life free acterizes big and strong men, insensible to from taint or suspicion, and according to my pain, we come to the more subjective notion own ideal.” of a mind raised above trifes and occupied The contempt for our life in comparison with great things—a mind which neglects the with our ideal of what life should be, is thus, blades of grass at its feet, which traverses perhaps, the ultimate and most comprehencontinents, leaps over deserts, spans the seas, sive definition of magnanimity. The conand yearns towards the inaccessible stars. tempt for personal comfort in comparison And thus magnanimity is the reverse of with the satisfaction of a thousand small everything finicking and small. It is, in its claims of a higher kind is only a corollary of elementary condition, a state of mind which the main principle. For magnanimity confeeds upon large vhjects, and is less conscious sists in preferring the greater to the less, and of small ones. Hence it is the temper which, there is always some point at which we reach both by speculation and experience, we are the culminating price of life itself. This is taught to attribute to all the governing classes the foundation of Christian magnanimity, the of mankind—to conquerors and statesmen and magnanimity of self-abnegation—that maggenerals, even to soldiers and sailors, and, hy nanimity which enters into countless forms analogy, to all those whose pursuits incline of Christian conduct and politeness, no small them to consider things in their more general part of which might fairly be described as a aspects, such as great poets, great philoso- series of miniature martyrdoms, which gradphers, great judges. And thus it is that, by ually cease to be felt as such, but without degrees, the purely physical idea of magni- which no man in the present day can claim tude is extended to moral subjects. From to realize in any degree the prevaling ideal

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