And now that the two are one again,

Behold on their shield the word "Refrain!" And the lion cubs twain sing the eagle's song: “To be stanch, and valiant, and free, and

strong!"

For the eagle's beak, and the lion's paw,
And the lion's fangs, and the eagle's claw,

And the eagle's swoop, and the lion's might,
And the lion's leap, and the eagle's sight,
Shall guard the flag with the word "Refrain !"
Now that the two are one again!

- Richard Mansfield.

THE DREAM OF THE SPANISH ADMIRAL.

The Dream of the Spanish Admiral.

A. D. 1541.

N slumber as the morning broke

IN

(It was our homeward voyage to Spain)
Methought I gave a parting look

At the New World beyond the main.
The shores were low, and soft and faint,
Half purple mist and half firm land,
On which the sunbeams seemed to paint
The semblance of a foamy strand.

I dreamed I saw a hundred ships
Where not a sail had glanced before,
And for chained hands and livid lips
I heard a new-born people roar.
To every mast a flag was nailed,

No lion crest, but stripes and stars,

And deep into the sea they sailed

To wrestle with us, old in wars.

They clove our ranks, they clomb the towers
Our loftiest galleons proudly bore:

They struck with more than mortal powers,
Till Spain herself could strike no more.

And down the wind we drifted far,

And to the shore our hulks were blown;
The sea was thick with mast and spar,
And Spain was shaken from her throne.

And louder than the whirring brine,
And louder than the cannon's roar,
I heard a voice, "Vengeance is mine,
I recompense for evermore!"
Now may St. James defend us still,
And may the cavaliers of Spain
Sail on and conquer whom they will,
And teach me that my dream was vain.

- Samuel Dorman.

JUST ONE SIGNAL.

Just One Signal.

THE war-path is true and straight,
It knoweth no left nor right;

Why ponder and wonder and vacillate?
The way to fight is to fight.

The officer of the deck

Had climbed to a perch aloft,

And he leaned far out and he craned his neck,
And his tones were gentle and soft:
"I see," he whispered, " off there to port,
Through the night shade's lesser black,
The darker blur of the outer fort,

Preparing for the attack."

They signalled it so, and sharp and short
The answer was signalled back:

Again from the upper air

Came the quiet voice of the guide:
"The admiral's flagship's over there,
Two miles on the starboard side.
It's a long, long way for the best of eyes,
But I know her by moon and sun,

I know by her lines and I know her size —
And there goes her warning gun."

"That boat will make a most excellent prize,"
Said the admiral, "when we've won.
Keep on."

The whispering came again:

"I think by the hints and signs

Appearing ahead of us now and then

That we're getting among their mines.

Ten fathom in front, as the searchlights show,

I fancy that I can detect

The line of their outermost works

It is nearer than I'd suspect."

Ah, no!

The message was sent to the admiral so,
And he answered to this effect:
"Keep on."

The haze of the dawning day

Slid into the shades of night,

And he called: "Off there in the upper bay,

They're lining their ships for a fight.

I think they are training on us

He said, for the dawn was lit

No more

By the blaze of a gun from the neighboring shore,