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34 | Little Shoes and Stockings,
116 Latest War News,
237, 364 Laissez Aller,
239 Lyon, General,
287 Martyr, Our First,
566 Memory of Monboddo,
594 Mulligan's, Colonel, Child,
3 Napoleon to Nono,
67 Not Yet,
98 North and South,
528 Our Country's Call,
Owen, Triumphs of,
25 Old and Blind,
170 Prayer for the Uuion,
211 Prologue in Heaven,
338 Qui Transtulit Sustinet,
500 Rhody, Little,
521 Rulo Slaveonia,
240 Sweet Little Man,
338 Sabbath, The,
364 Scott and the Veteran,
528 Stand by the Flag,
Shakspeare on this War,
180 | Summer Night,
476 Stocking, The,
Socks and Verse, .
287 Scott Winfield,
290 Soldier's Mother,
290 Seceding Virginia,
420 Spark, The,
Thy Will be Done,
240 Things hoped for, .
517 Union and Flag, Our, .
21 Vive la France,
215 Virtue, Power of, .
628 Way by which He led theo, .
628 Workman of God,
Will for the Deed,
500 Warriors to the Women,
98 Watchers, The
146 Wilkes, Welcome to,
525, 528, 530 Will you buy me then as now?
Chronicles of Carlingford,
Doctor's Family, ·
117, 407, 595
H.'s, Mr., Own Narrative,
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 Ilim is swelling
Tiny shocs of crimson, Who the vast creation fills;
Shoes that nevermore When the paths of prayer and duty,
Will awaken echoes,
From the toy-strewn floor.
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
That has pierced her heart,
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 evc, Shall we c'er forget the sadness
Little shoes and stockings,
These the dreams ye weave.
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,
THE BRAVE AT HOME.
BY T. BUCHANAN READ.
The maid who binds her warrior's sash,
With smile that well her pain dissembles, On his everlasting arms.
The while beneath 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
The wife who girds her husband's sword, To a dark and stormy day!
'Mid litile ones who weep or wonder, We shall recollect our sorrow, 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 !
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 other
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 stonc. 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 his 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