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POETRY.
Auctumnalia,

34 | Little Shoes and Stockings,
Absent, Prayer for the,

116 Latest War News,
Autumn,

237, 364 Laissez Aller,
Arms ! To,

239 Lyon, General,
April 19, 1775, 1861,

240
Army of the Knitters,

287 Martyr, Our First,
After tho Storm,

566 Memory of Monboddo,
At the Roadside,

594 Mulligan's, Colonel, Child,
Brave, The, at Home,

3 Napoleon to Nono,
Bells of Shandon,

67 Not Yet,
Bunker's Hill Day in Virginia,

98 North and South,
Bells at Spire,

194
Baker, Edward D., In Memory of, 528 Our Country's Call,

Owen, Triumphs of,
Comet, The, .

25 Old and Blind,
Cast Down, but not Destroyed,

116
Contraband Refrain,

170 Prayer for the Uuion,
Charity,

211 Prologue in Heaven,
Cæsar's Assassination,

237
Civile Bellum,

338 Qui Transtulit Sustinet,
Countersign, The,

482
Cotton, King, Bound,

500 Rhody, Little,
Cotton's Remonstrance,

521 Rule Slaveonia,
Couple, The Old, .

594 Republic,

Russell, Earl,
Drawing Nearer,

67
Departure, The,

240 Sweet Little Man,
Doubting Heart,

338 Sabbath, The,
Deserted, The,

364 Scott and the Veteran,
Deus Eversor,

528 Stand by the Flag,

Shakspeare on this War,
Epitaph,

180 Summer Night,
Essays and Reviews, Examination of, 360 Secession Song,
Epigram,

476 Stocking, The,

Socks and Verse,
Fremont,

287 Scott Winfield,
Fairy Children,

290 Soldier's Mother,
Fallen Leaves,

290 Seceding Virginia,
Flowers, Hymn to,

420 Spark, The,
French Princes,

480

Thy Will be Done,
Gathering, The,

240 Things hoped for, .
God's Peace,

420
God Save John Bull
,

517 Union and Flag, Our,
Heraldric Jeu D’Esprit,

21 Vive la France,
Hora Novissima, .

215 Virtue, Power of, .
Hamlet, Extract from,

225
How We'll Break tbe Blockade,

628 Way by which He led thee,
Hotel des trois Empereurs,

628 Workman of God,

Will for the Deed,
Invisible Armies, The, .

25 War's Demoralization,
Irish Legion, Song of,

238 Wooed,
Infallibility in Error,

500 Warriors to the Women,

Waiting,
Kentucky,

98 Watchers, The,
Kentucky now,

146

Wilkes, Welcome to,
Knitting Socks,

525, 528, 530 Will you buy me then as now?

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Chronicles of Carlingford,
Châtelaine Sans Château,

Doctor's Family, ·

TALES.
319, 501 Marines, The Tale he told to the,

381
365
Only Son,

117, 407, 595
319, 501
Painter, The, and the Apparition,

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Rector, The,

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339, 574 Rescued Infant.-A Chinese Story, 255

H.'s, Mr., Own Narrative,

Isabell Carr,

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POETRY.—The Way by which He led thee, 2. Little Shoes and Stockings, 2. The Brave at Home, 2. The Invisible Armies, 25. The Comet, 1861, 25.

SHORT ARTICLES.—New Relic of Columbus, 13. Accident on Mont Blanc, 15. Heraldic Jeu D’Esprit, 21. Death of Atkinson, the Traveller, 27. Bishop Taylor, 27. Wolsey's Repentance, 30. Auctumnalia, 34. Wine Corks, 44. Cannon, 47.

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THE WAY BY WHICH HE LED THEE.

Brightly plaided stockings,

Of the finest wool; When we reach a quiet dwelling

Rounded feet and dainty, On the strong, eternal hills,

Each, a stocking full; And our praise to Him is swelling

Tiny shoes of crimson, Who the vast creation fills ;

Shoes that nevermore When the paths of prayer and duty,

Will awaken echoes,
And affliction, all are trod,

From the toy-strewn floor.
And we wake, and see the beauty
Of our Saviour and our God

Not the wealth of Indies,

Could your worth eclipse, With the light of resurrection,

Priceless little treasures, When our changed bodies glow,

Pressed to whitened lips; And we gain the full perfection

As the mother nurses, Of the bliss begun below;

From the world apart, When the life that flesh obscureth

Leaning on the arrow
In each radiant form shall shine,

That has pierced her heart,
And the joy that aye endureth
Flashes forth in bcams divine :-

Head of flaxen ringlets ;

Eyes of heaven's blue, While we have the palms of glory

Parted mouth-a rosebudThrough the long eternal years,

Pearls, just peeping through ; Shall we e'er forget the story

Soft arms softly twining Of our mortal griefs and fears ?

Round her neck at eve, Shall we e'er forget the sadness

Little shoes and stockings,
And the clouds that hung so dim,

These the dreams ye weave.
When our hearts are filled with gladness,
And our tears are dried by him?

Weave her yet another

Of the world of bliss, Shall the memory be banished

Let the stricken mother Of his kindness and his care,

Turn away from this ; When the wants and woes are vanished

Bid her dream believing Which he loved to soothe and share ?

Little feet await, All the way by which he led us,

Watching for her passing All the grievings which he bore;

Through the pearly gate. All the patient love he taught us,

-Congregational Herald. Shall we think of them no more? Yes ! we surely shall remember How he quickened us from death

THE BRAVE AT HOME. How he fanned the dying ember

With his spirit's glowing breath : We shall read the tender meaning Of the sorrows and alarms,

The maid who binds her warrior's sash, As we trod the desert, leaning

With smile that well her pain dissembles, On his everlasting arms.

The while bencath her drooping lash

One starry teardrop hangs and trembles. And his rest will be the dearer

Though Heaven alone records the tear, When we think of weary ways,

And Fame shall never know her story,
And his light will scem the clearer Her heart has shed a drop as dear
As we muse on cloudy days.

As ever dewed the field of glory.
Oh, 'twill be a glorious morrow
To a dark and stormy day!

The wife who girds her husband's sword, We shall recollect our sorrow,

'Mid little ones who weep or wonder, As the dreams that pass away.

And bravely speaks the cheering word,

What though her heart be rent asunderDoomed nightly in her dreams to hear

The bolts of war around him rattle,

Hath shed as sacred blood as e'er LITTLE SHOES AND STOCKINGS.

Was poured upon the plain of battle !
Little shoes and stockings !

The mother who conceals her grief,
What a tale ye speak,

While to her breast her son she presses, Of the swollen eyelid,

Then breathes a few brave words and brief, And the tear-wet cheek!

Kissing the patriot brow she blesses,
Of the nightly vigil,

With no one but her secret God,
And the daily prayer ;

To know the pain that weighs upon her, Of the buried darling,

Sheds holy blood as e'er the sod
Present everywhere.

Received on Freedom's field of honor !

BY T. BUCHANAN READ.

From The London Review. that very many of the educated and refined, THE WEAKNESS OF GIANTS. as well as larger numbers who have coarser MYTHOLOGY, tradition, and history agree tastes, see a substratum of goodness under in the fact that giants, though strong in the evil thing, and defend it as not without body, are weak in mind ; and that nature, its advantages in keeping up among the which does so much for them in respect of people a love of fair play, in discouraging or thews and sinews, is, for the most part, rendering impossible amongst us the use of niggardly to them in the matter of brains. the knife or the stiletto, and above all things Their brute force is not equalled by their in imprinting upon the whole course and intellect ; and the biggest and most formida- current of an Englishman's character a conbly pretentious of them are continually rep- viction of the base cowardice of “hitting a resented as falling easy victims to the skill man when he is down." or cunning of comparatively small antago- Without entering upon that question at nists. Samson was but a poor creature all, and recognizing to the fullest extent the if he were not a positive idiot; and great brutality of the late fight between Hurst Goliath of Gath, fell easily before nimble and Mace, for the greatly coveted belt of little David. The Jotuns, in Norse my- the championship, we cannot but read the thology, were, with all their tremendous details of the struggle with a certain sort of strength, very easily circumvented by strip- admiration for the “pluck,” as well as the lings—and even by children; and the skill of the little man, who so effectually famous achievements of the universally defeated the big one. Hurst, the possessor popular and highly esteemed Jack-sur- of the belt, which he had won some months named the Giant-Killer_have no other ago at the close of a short fight, by a single moral than to show how infinitely superior and all but accidental blow, stood nearly six to the mere bodily force of the hugest mon- feet three inches in height, and weighed sters in human form are the skill, patience, sixteen stone. Mace, his antagonist, was address, and pertinacity, that are given to but five feet eight inches in height, and smaller people, in order to keep true the weighed only ten stone and a half. It was balances of nature, and rescue the world known by the friends and backers of the from oppression. When a giant becomes giant, that he had but to strike one blow to the friend of a dwarf, it is only that he may make an end of the battle, if not of his adhave the advantage of the little man's intel- versary, and that that one blow would fell a lect; and the dwarf generally ends by mak- stronger man than Mace, as effectually as a ing himself, as he ought to be, the ruler child's hand would fell a ninepin. Mace, if and governor of his bulky associate. It is not his friends and backers, was precisely an old, and all but universal instinct, which of the same conviction, and never lost has contributed largely to the delight of heart, or doubted the issue, even when men in all parts of the world, and given Hurst, to add to his other advantages, acthem treasures of poetry and romance, quired the right of choosing his corner, and which have gone on accumulating from the stood with his own back to the sun, and the earliest ages to our own.

light full in the face of bis adversary. The fight for the championship of Eng- After a little preliminary sparring to feel land, which took place on Tuesday last in his way, " Mace,” says the graphic account an island in the river Medway, safe from of an eye-witness, " began the fight with the interference of a police that was doubt- a terrific blow, which completely closed less instructed not to be “too" zealous in Hurst's eye, and seemed to make his bulky the performance of its duty, was in itself a frame tremble to his very feet. Before the very disgusting business.

Yet, in its re- first round, which lasted nearly twelve minsults, it was so remarkable a proof of the utes, was over, Hurst was half smothered in old wisdom of the world, as represented to his own blood, and his face so gashed, that, us by the traditions of every age and race, as far as appearances went, Mace might as to justify the journalist in commenting have been assaulting him with a razor. upon it.

Most people of education look Hurst knew evidently nothing of boxing, upon pugilism with dislike, and some even and his antagonist therefore merely drew with abhorrence; but it cannot be denied aside with the most perfect sang-froid from

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