LXXVIII.—PATRIOTISM. BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, "This is my own, my native land?” Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand? High though his titles, proud his name, O Caledonia! stern and wild, Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, MELANCHOLY. SEE yonder poor, o'er-labored wight, -Scott. O death! the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn, That weary-laden mourn! -Burns. LXXIX.-TRUE POLITENESS. THE terms lady and gentlewoman are often in our mouths, but the true meaning of them is but little understood. In this privileged land, where we acknowledge no distinctions but what are founded on character or manners, she is a lady who, to inbred modesty and refinement, adds a scrupulous attention to the rights and feelings of others. Let her worldly possessions be great or small, let her occupations be what they may, such an one is a lady,—a gentlewoman; whilst, on the other hand, the person who is bold, coarse, boisterous, and inattentive to the rights and feelings of others, let her possessions be ever so great, and her style of living and dress be ever so fashionable, will always be looked upon as a vulgar woman. Thus we may see a lady sewing for her livelihood, and a vulgar woman presiding over a most expensive establishment. A well-bred lady must carry her good manners everywhere with her. It is not a thing that can be laid aside and put on at pleasure. True politeness is uniform in every situation of life, accompanied by a calm self-possession which belongs to a noble simplicity of purpose; and, unless it is cultivated and exercised, it will never become a part of one's self. If it is attempted to be assumed for some particular purpose, it will sit awkwardly, and fail at the utmost need. The charm which true politeness sheds over a person, though not easily described, is felt by all hearts and responded to by the best feelings of our nature. It is a talisman of great power to smooth our way along the rugged paths of life, and to turn toward us the best side of all we meet. LXXX.-THE CELESTIAL Army. I STOOD by the open casement, Slowly the bright procession Went down the gleaming arch, Till the great celestial army, Of the mighty march of souls. Onward! forever onward, Red Mars led down his clan, And some were bright in beauty, And some were faint and small But these might be in their great height, Downward! forever downward, Behind earth's dusky shore, They passed into the unknown night- No more! O, say not so! And downward is not just; For the sight is weak and the sense is dim The stars and the mailed moon, Though they seem to fall and die, And though the hills of death The marshaled brotherhood of souls Upward! forever upward! I see their march sublime, And long let me remember -T. Buchanan Read. LXXXI.-THOUGHTS FROM GŒTHE.. EVERY BODY can detect an error but not a lie. We do not possess what we do not understand. There are two peaceful powers-justice and fitness. We are only really alive when we enjoy the good will of others. Unlimited activity of whatever kind must at last end in bankruptcy. The best result to be derived from history is the enthusiasm it kindles. A great mistake-to hold one's self too high or rate one's self too cheap. K. N. E.-22. Nobody looks at the rainbow which has lasted a quarter of an hour. All that is wise has been thought already; we must try, however, to think it again. Let memory fail as long as you can rely upon your judgment at a moment's notice. Love of truth shows itself in discovering and appreciating what is good, wherever it may exist. Let him who would have me for a listener speak positively; of the problematic, I have enough within myself. Imagination is only regulated by art, more especially by poetry. There is nothing more frightful than imagination devoid of taste. I hold my peace concerning many things, as I do not wish to perplex my fellow-men, and am content to see them rejoicing at what irritates me. FROM LONGFELLOW. THE sunshine of life is made up of few beams that are bright all the time. Men of genius are often dull in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone. How small a portion of our lives is that we truly enjoy. In youth, we are looking forward for things that are to come. In old age, we look backward to things that are past. Many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings, as some savage tribes determine the power of muskets by their recoil, that being the best which fairly prostrates the purchaser. The natural alone is permanent. Fantastic idols may be worshiped for awhile, but at length they are overturned by the continual and silent progress of truth, as the grim statues of Copan have been pushed from their pedestals by the growth of forest trees, whose seeds were sown by the wind in the ruined walls. |