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I show Columbia, of the rocks
Of clouds, and the boreal fleece.
I will divide my goods,
Call in the wretch and slave; None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have.
I will have never a noble,
No lineage counted great: Fishers, and choppers, and ploughmen, Shall constitute a State.
Go, cut down trees in the forest,
And trim the straightest boughs;
Cut down trees in the forest,
And build me a wooden house.
Call the people together,
The young men and the sires, The diggers in the harvest-field, Hireling, and him that hires;
And here, in a pine state-house,
In every needful faculty
In Church, and State, and School.
Lo, now! if these poor men
Can govern the land and sea,
And make just laws below the sun,
And ye shall succour men;
I break your bonds and masterships,
Free be his heart and hand henceforth,
I cause from every creature
So much as he is and doeth,
So much he shall bestow;
But, laying his hand on another,
Pay ransom to the owner,
And fill the bag to the brim. Who is the owner? The Slave is owner, And ever was. Pay him.
O North! give him beauty for rags,
And honour, O South! for his shame; Nevada! coin thy golden crags
With Freedom's image and name.
Up! and the dusky race
That sat in darkness longBe swift their feet as antelopes, And as Behemoth strong.
Come East, and West, and North,
Which neither halts nor shakes.
My will fulfilled shall be,
For, in daylight or in dark,
My thunderbolt has eyes to see
DO THE THING WELL.
o the thing well, whatever you do!
Or darning a stocking, or cobbling a shoe, Or cleaning a drain, or sweeping the street,— Do the thing well, and do it complete.
Ever remember that honour is won
Less by what is, than how it is done;
Noble natures ennoble the homeliest toil,
Do the thing well, and do with your might,
Shrink not from hardship; the faint heart that cowers From facing the wind, or meeting the showers,
Can never grow up to that sturdy strength
The brave-hearted win from their labours at length.
Never grudge labour;-painstaking still,
In giving the finish, gaineth the skill:
The Present weaves up from the acts of to-day,
In the Future, the spirit may struggle in vain
He who is faithful in little, we know,
Up to the height of a kingdom shall grow;
While he who stands trifling, 'mid life's little things,
All his wealth flits away upon vanity's wings.
Then, Youth in thy freedom, and Strength in thy power, Chain now to thy service the swift-passing hour:
Fix it a gem in thy future's fair crown,
By faithfulness make every moment thine own.
B. H. F.
A FAULT CONFESSED.
BY JOHN CRITCHLEY PRINCE.
FAULT confessed is half redressed,---
We utter bitter words and strong,
If we attempt to mar and stain
A fellow-being's peace and name, What does our selfish spirit gain But fretfulness and shame? Remember, that we but distress
Another's quiet and our own: Then let us hasten to confess, And if we can, atone.
But there are words breath'd in the dark, More baneful still than careless speech;'Tis when we single out a mark
That secret spite may reach:
An arrow from an unseen hand
Is winged to wound some guiltless breast; And who can such a foe withstand, Hidden and unconfessed?
GOD judgeth justly, and will bring
We cannot do an evil thing
But we shall suffer too.
Then let us lay the bosom bare,
Before the injured one and Heaven, And in a gush of heartfelt prayer,
Confess, and be forgiven.
London: FRED. PITMAN, 20, Paternoster Row, E.C. Printed by J. WARD, Dewsbury.
HE influence of women on society and the world, is a fertile theme. I think there are few who are aware of woman's power for good or evil: sure I am, that women themselves are not aware of what they might do if they would, to elevate, civilise, and christianise the world. Their influence is all the more powerful, because quiet, gentle, and often hidden: it is not the noisy and the exciting elements in nature that are the most powerful. The lightningflash that refts the rocks, or fells the trees, and whose bursting gives us the grand roar of the pealing thunder, is not the mightiest influence in the world. No. The sun, whose gentle rays falling on a wintry world, wakes it up to all the beauties of spring, makes the buds open, the sap rise from the roots, and extend to the farthest branch of our tallest trees, is more powerful than the lightning. The oxygen that attacks the most substantial building, and at last lays the proudest castle in the dust, works quietly and noiselessly, but it is more powerful than the lightning, the earthquake, or the ocean in a storm and so woman's influence, quiet, unobtrusive, often silent and hidden, is one of the mightiest agencies in the hands of GOD, for the advancement of truth, and the good of humanity. I am convinced that the power of women for good has yet to be learnt and acknowledged by the church and the world; and if the few biographical sketches I shall give you to-night, should lead one lady, young or old, to feel her power, and prepare to use that power for good, I shall not have spoken