3. Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife,
Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life.
In the clear heaven of her delightful eye,
An angel-guard of loves and graces lie;
Around her knees domestic duties meet,
And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet.

"Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found?”
Art thou a man?. —a patriot?—look around!
Oh! thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam,
That land thy country and that spot thy home.

CII. A PAINFUL INCIDENT AT SEA.

C. C. FELTON.

I rose,

1. After a day of the most painful experience, I sit down in the evening to continue my brief notice of events. is is my wont, at five o'clock. I went on deck, and took the usual rounds of the ship. The weather was a little overcast, and the sea ran high. After a while, Mrs. L. came up, and we sat talking in the wheel-house, from which we looked over the whole length of the ship. Suddenly, about twenty minutes past eight, the terrible cry of "A man overboard!" came from the forecastle. He was lowering the fore-top-gallantsail, about a hundred and ten feet above the deck, and fell, striking one of the lower sails, and then bounding into the

sea.

2. The captain was just coming up with his quadrant, to take an observation. He sprang forward, and gave his orders like lightning. The ship was hoven to, but with a tremendous strain upon masts and rigging; one of the boats was lowered, and three men jumped in. The sea was heavy, and the motion of the ship violent; the boat capsized, throwing

the three men into the sea. One, the boatswain, caught hold of the tackle by which the boat was still held to the stern of the ship, and was drawn on board. The other two were struggling in the waves. A fourth stripped himself and clambered down into the boat, which had righted itself, but was nearly full of water.

3. Just at that moment, a tremendous lurch of the ship dashed the boat against her, broke the tackling, tore off the davit, and she again capsized, with such a weight hanging underneath that it was impossible for her to right herself again. The brave sailor managed to get upon her keel, but she floated away, at one moment poised on the top of a wave, and the next sinking out of sight. Another boat was lowered instantly, and the second mate, the boatswain, who had already come within a hair's-breadth of losing his life, and two young sailors, volunteered to man her, and attempt the rescue of their shipmates.

4. Away they went. But the waves seemed to rise higher and the wind to blow stronger. We watched both boats with straining eyes, and the most painful, even agonizing, feelings. I assure you, those noble fellows had not one chance in a thousand of ever reaching the ship again in safety. All the rest- four in number—had disappeared from sight, and there was not the shadow of a possibility of their surviv ing. Two awful hours passed, and then the captain called his crew aft, and asked them if they thought it best to continue the search. After a moment of sad silence, they said, "No, there is no hope;" and the signal was given for the boat to return.

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5. But this was a difficult matter in such a sea. the most consummate seamanship, and the most absolute self. possession, as well as despotic command over others, on the captain's part, it could not have been done, and four more

gallant fellows would have followed their companions to the bottom. His presence was everywhere; his voice seemed to fill the ship; the men were puppets in his hands and did exactly his bidding. As the boat neared the ship, he ordered the men on board what to do. They obeyed implicitly and instantly, though the orders, as one of them has since told me, were directly contrary to their own rapidly formed plan. Ropes were thrown to them, and they were safely got on board, amidst the joyful congratulations of sailors and passengers. So unexpected was this marvelous rescue, that we, for the moment, forgot the poor fellows who had two hours since passed into eternity, under our very eyes. Then returned the solemn and awful sense of what had happened; and then the ship made sail, and all was over.

6. I need not say that this spectacle, which passed before my eyes, was the most terrible ever witnessed by me. But the skill, devotion, and energy shown by the captain, officers, and crew were sublime. In the midst of the horror, I could not help feeling this, too. I looked at the poor fellow, keeping his seat bravely on the keel of the distant boat; then at the four men in the second boat struggling to his rescue; then upon the captain, as he went aloft and gave his orders with the clearness of a trumpet; with a kind of spell-bound awe. But the might of the elements baffled the utmost that human skill, unconquerable devotion, and the noblest humanity could do. At eleven o'clock, a meeting was called in the cabin; and we passed resolutions and raised a subscription to procure some testimonial for those noble fellows who went out in the second boat.

CIII. MEDIEVAL ARMOR.

C. C. FELTON

1. Having finished all that I desired to do there, we left Constance for Zurich, passing through Zug, and by the lake

of Zug, one of those exquisite mountain lakes so numerous in Switzerland. The scenery all the way was beautiful. At Zurich we saw all that was to be seen,-not a great deal; but among other things, the Zeughaus, as they call it, or collection of ancient and Medieval arms, some of them curious and valuable as memorials of the early wars of Switz erland against the Burgundians. Many complete suits of armor from the old battle-fields were there,-spears, battleaxes, and a peculiarly heavy lance, with a heavy head set all over with spikes, and called a morning star a singular name for such a bloody and destructive instrument.

2. The place is not much visited; nobody else was there with us. I always try to vivify an idea, by embodying it in some manner. I had often tried to imagine how a knight of the Middle Ages would feel, buckled up in his "complete steel,” on a hot day. Being a middle-aged man myself, and the day being very hot, I asked permission of the keeper to try the experiment of equipping myself in one of those old Burgundian panoplies. He willingly complied with the request, looking, however, a little amused and surprised. I selected one of the two largest in the collection, and, the keeper acting as squire, I was soon encased from head to foot, like the ghost of Hamlet's father, "armed cap-a-pie."

3. I could, however, just squeeze myself into it; it pinched in many places; and as this belonged to one of the stoutest knights of the Burgundian host, it is very evident that the notion of the greater size of the warriors of the Middle Ages as compared with our own, is, like that of the greater size of Englishmen as compared with Americans, a mere superstition. I had the most difficulty in getting the helmet on ; but at last pushed my head into it, buckled it securely, took off my spectacles, and drew the visor down. Next, I seized a

huge battle-ax, and then marched across the hall, while and the girls were sitting down and laughing.

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4. I could walk well enough, except that I seemed to be a little stiff in the joints; there was also a slight difficulty in breathing through the visor, and a little hardness of hearing through the iron side-pieces. I could not see much, except directly in front, and there only in spots. Add to this, the heat was excessive, and the weight of the armor was rather more than one wants in a summer day. The battle-ax was something of a load too — about as much as Satan's spear in Milton, taller than "the mast of some great ammiral.”

5. With these exceptions, the armor was comfortable enough; and I think our ancestors must have had a cosy time, after they got used to it. I walked about in it for several minutes, swinging the ax in the most formidable manner, and could have borne it a good while longer. But having satisfied my wish to embody an idea, I requested my squire to help me out of the harness, and I must confess I breathed more freely. It was easier walking, seeing, hearing, talking; I could wear my spectacles, which I could not under the visor; and, upon the whole, I congratulate myself on having been born in the present age, rather than in the time of Charles the Bold of Burgundy.

CIV.-MORAL RECTITUDE ESSENTIAL TO THE CITIZEN.

NEWTON BATEMAN.

1. Moral rectitude is also an essential attribute of a good citizen, one that must be kept steadily in view, or our public schools will assuredly fail of their high end. It is not adversity, but prosperity, that tries most severely the moral strength of individuals and nations. The man who has passed through