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They did not talk about the sin,

The shame, the bitter woe; They spoke about those little graves And things of long ago. And then the daughter raised her eyes and asked in tender tone,

"Why did you keep your door unbarred when you were all alone?"

"My child," the widow said, and smiled
A smile of love and pain,

And turn away again! I've waited for you all the while—a mother's love is true; Yet this is but a shadowy type of His who died for you!"

"Oh, where is the knight or the squire so bold,
As to dive to the howling Charybdis* below:

I cast into the whirlpool a goblet of gold,
And o'er it already the dark waters llow:

Whoever to me may the goblet bring,

SJiall have for his guerdon that gift of his king."

He spoke, and the cup from the terrible steep,
That, rugged and hoary, hung over the verge

Of the endless and measureless world of the deep,
Swirled into the maelstrom that maddened the surge.

"And where is the diver so stout to go—

I ask ye again—to the deep below?"

And the knights and the squires that gathered around,
Stood silent—and fixed on the ocean their eyes;

They looked on the dismal and savage profound,
And the peril chilled back everv thought of the prize.

And thrice spoke the monarch—'rThe cup to win,

Is there never a wight who will venture in?"

And all as before heard in silence the king—
Till a youth, with an aspect unfearing but gentle,

'Mid the tremulous squires, stepped out from the ring,
Unbuckling his girdle and doffing his mantle;

* One of the two rocka. Srvlla nnd Charybciis, dc*crioed by Homer as lying near together, between Italy and Sicily; both forr.iidnMe to shipa whirh had to pass bctwecn tlo'm. One contamed an ilnmenm' flK tree, under which dwelt CharyMis, who thrice every day swellowed down the waters of the sea, and thrioa threw Ukob up again.

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THE DIVER.—Schiller.

And the murmuring crowd, as they parted asunder,
On the stately boy cast their looks of wonder.

As he strode to the marge of the summit, and gav»
One glance on the gulf of that merciless main,

Lo! the wave that forever devours the wave,
Casts roaringly up the Charybdis again;

And, as with the swell of the far thunder-boom,

Kushes foamingly forth from the heart of the gloom.

And it bubbles and seethes, and it hisses and roars,
As when fire is with water commixed and contending;

And the spray of its wrath to the welkin up-soars,
And flood upon flood hurries on, never ending.

And it never will rest, nor from travail be free,

Like a sea that is laboring the birth of a sea.

And at last there lay open the desolate realm! Through the breakers that whitened the waste of the swell,

Dark—dark yawned a cleft in the midst of the whelm,

The path to the heart of that fathomless hell. Round and round whirled the waves—deep and deeper still driven,

Like a gorge through the mountainous main thunder riven.

The youth gave his trust to his Maker! Before
That path through the riven abyss closed again—

Hark! a shriek from the crowd rang aloft from the sh<"ire,
And behold! he is whirled in the grasp of the main!

And o'er him the breakers mysteriously rolled,

And the giant-mouth closed on the swimmer so bold.

O'er the surface grim silence lay dark and profound,
But the deep from below murmured hollow and fell;

And the crowd, as it shuddered, lamented aloud—
"Gallant youth — noble heart — fare-thee-well, fare-theo
well!"

And still ever deepening that wail as of woe,
More hollow the gulf sent its howl from below.

if thou should'st in those waters thy diadem fling,
And cry, "Who may find it shall win it, and wear;"

God wot, though the prize were the crown of a king—
A crown at such hazards were valued too dear.

For never did lips of the living reriad,

What the deeps that howl yonder in terror conceal.

Oh! many a ship, to that breast grappled fast,
Has gone down to the fearful and fathomless grave,

Again, crashed together the keel and the mast,

To be seen, tossed aloft in the glee of the wave.
Like the growth of a storm ever louder and clearer,
Grows the roar of the gulf rising nearer and nearer.

And it bubbles and seethes, and it hisses and roars,
As when tire is with water commixed and contending;

And the spray of its wrath to the welkin up-soars,
And flood upon flood hurries on, never ending.

And, as with the swell of the far thunder-boom,

Rushes ro;:ringly forth from the heart of t he gloom.

And, lo! from the heart of that far floating gloom,

What gleams on the darkness so swanlike and white?

Lo! an arm and a neck, glancing up from the tomb!—
They battle—the man's with the element's might.

It is he—it is he!—in his left hand behold,

As a sign—as a joy!— shines the goblet of gold!

And he breathed deep, and he breathed long,
And he greeted the heavenly light of the day.

They gaze on each other—they shout as they throng—
"He lives—lo the ocean has rendered its prey!"

And safe from the whirlpool and free from the grave,

fjomes back to the daylight the soul of the brave.

And he comes with the crowd in their clamor and glee, And the goblet his d.iring h :s won from the water

He lifts to the king as he sinks on his knee;

And the king from her maidens has beckoned his daugbt<

She pours to the boy the bright wine which they bring,-

And thus spake the diver—" Long life to the king!

"Happy they whom the rose-hues of daylight rejoice,
The air and the sky that to mortals are given!

May the horror below nevermore find a voice—
Nor man stretch too far the wide mercy of Heaven!

Nevermorenevermore may he lift from the mirror,

The veil which is woven with Niqht and with Tekrori

"Quick brightening like lightning—it tore me along
Down, down, till the gush of a torrent at play

In the rocks of its wilderness caught me—and strong
As the wings of an eagle it whirled me away.

Vain, vain were my struggles—the circle had won me;

Round and round in its dance the wild element spun me.

"And I called on mv God, and my God heard my prayer, In the strength of my need, in the gasp of my breath—

And showed me a crag that rose up from the lair,
And I clung to it, trembling—and baffled the death?

And, safe in the perils around me. behold

On the spikes of the coral the goblet of gold.
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"Below, at the foot of that precipice drear,
Spread the gloomy, and purple, and pathless obscure!

A silence of horror that slept on the ear,
That the eye more appalled might the horror endure!

Salamander—snake—dragon—vast reptiles that dwell

In the deep—coiled about the grim jaws of their hell.

'' Dark crawled—glided dark the unspeakable swarms, Clumped together in masses, misshapen and vast;

Here clung and here bristled the fashionless forms— Here the dark moving bulk of the hammer-fish passed;

And with teeth grinning white, and a menacing motion,

Went the terrible shark—the hyena of ocean.

"There I hung, and the awe gathered icily o'er me, So far from the earth where man's help there was none I

the one human thing, with the goblins before me— Alone—in a loneness so ghastly—Alone!

Fathom-deep from man's eye in the speechless profound,

With the death of the main and the monsters around.

"Methought, as I gazed through the darkness, that now
A hundred-limbed creature caught sight of its prey,

And darted—OGod! from the far-flaming bough
Of the coral, I swept on t he horrible way;

And it seized me, the wave with its wrath and its roar,

It seized me to save,—King, the danger is o'er!"

On the youth gazed the monarch, and marveled—quoth he, "Bold diver, the goblet I promised is thine,

Ami this ring will I give, a fresh guerdon to thee,— Never jewels more precious shone up from the mine,—

If thou'lt bring mo fresh tidings, and venture again,

To say what lies hid in the innermost main!"

Then outspake the daughter in tender emotion,
"Ah! father, my father, what more can there rest?

Enough of this sport with the pitiless ocean—
He has served thee as none would, thyself hast confest.

If nothing can slack thy wild thirst of desire,

Be your knights not, at least, put to shame by the squire!"

The king seized the goblet—he swung it on high,
And whirling, it fell in the roar of the tide;

"But bring back that goblet again to my eye,
And I'll hold thee the dearest that rides by my side;

And thine arms shall embrace as thy bride, 1 decree,

The maiden whose pity now pleadeth for thee."

In his heart as he listened, there leaped the wild joy—
And the hope and the love through his eyes spoke in fire—

On that bloom, on that blush, gazed, delighted, the boy;

The maiden she faints at the feet of her sire I
Here the guerdon divine, there the danger beneath;
He resolves!—To the strife with the life and the death!

They hear the loud surges sweep back in their swell;

Their coming the thunder-sound heralds along!
Fond eyes yet are tracking the spot where he fell—

They come, the wild waters, in tumult and throng,
Rearing up to the cliff— roaring back as before;
But no wave ever brings the lost youth to the shore.

GOOD-NIGHT, PAPA.

The words of a blue-eyed child as she kissed her chubby hand and looked down the stairs," Good-night, papa; Jessie see you in the morning."

It came to be a settled thing, and every evening, as the mother slipped the white night-gown over the plump shoulders, the little one stopped on the stairs and sang out," Goodnight, papa," and as the father heard the silvery accents of the child, he came, and taking the cherub in his arms, kissed her tenderly, whiie the mother's eyes filled, and a swift prayer went up, for, strange to say, this man who loved his child wit h all the warmth of his great noble nature, had one fault to mar his manliness. From his youth he loved the wine-cup. Genial in spirit, and with a fascination of manner that won him friends, he could not resist when surrounded by his boon companions. Thus his home was darkened, the heart of his wife bruised and bleeding, the future of his child shadowed.

Three years had the winsome prattle of the baby crept into the avenues of the father's heart, keeping him closer to his home, but still the fatal cup was in his hand. Alas for frail humanity, insensible to the rails of love! With unutterable tenderness God saw there was no other way; this father was dear to him, the purchase of his Son; he could not see him perish, and, calling a swift messenger, he said, "Speed thee to earth and bring the babe."

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