Some to share the wine and oil, We are told: Devil's theories are these, Stifling hope, and love, and peace, 10. Scatter ashes on thy head, Tears of burning sorrow shed, Ere they block the věry door And will hush for naught but gōre,— Hunger and Cold! III. 83. NOTHING TO WEAR. LADIES, dear ladies, the next sunny day LOWELL.1 Please trundle your hoops just out of Broadway, From its whirl and its bustle, its fashion and pride, And the temples of Trade which tower on each side, To the alleys and lanes, where Misfortune and Guilt Their children have gathered, their city have built;Where Hunger and Vice, like twin beasts of prey, 2 Have hunted their victims to gloom and despair. All bleeding and bruised by the stones of the street; 1 James Russell Lowell, an American poet, was born in Cambridge, Mass., Feb. 22, 1819. Several editions of his collected poems have appeared in this country and in England. He has written much for the "North American Review," the London "Daily News," and numerous other periodicals, and is now the editor of the " Atlantic Monthly." 2 Rick' et y, feeble in the joints; imperfect; weak. From the poor dying creature who writhes on the floor; Hear the curses that sound like Hope's dying farewell, As you sicken, and shudder, and fly from the door; THE 2 IV. 84. UNSEEN SPIRITS. HE shadows lay along Broadway,- And slowly there a lady fair Was walking in her pride. 2. Peace charmed the street beneath her feet, And all astir looked kind on her, For all God ever gave to her 5 She kept with chary care. 1 Dis` en chant' ed (-chånt-), de- 4 William Allen Butler, an American lawyer and poet, was born in BUTLER. Albany, N. Y., in 1825. He has contributed many papers in prose and verse to periodicals. The poem of "Nothing to Wear," from which the above is an extract, appeared in 1857, and was very popular. 5 Chary (chår y), cautious. For her heart was cold to all but gold,— But honored well are charms to sell, 4. Now walking there was one more fair,— And she had unseen company To make the spirit quail:' "Twixt Want and Scorn she walked forlorn," And nothing could avail. 5. No mercy now can clear her brow For this world's peace to pray; For, as love's wild prayer dissolved in air, But the sin forgiven by Christ in heaven By man is cursed alway! SECTION XXIII. I. 85. THE BOY OF RATISBON. WILLIS. 2. Just as perhaps he mused, "My plans Let once my army-leader Lannes" Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew. Until he reached the mound. 3. Then off there flung, in smiling joy, Just by his horse's mane, a boy; 4. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace The marshal's in the market-place, To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perched him." The chief's eye flashed; his plans Soared up again like fire. 5. The chief's eye flashed; but presently Softened itself, as sheathes A film the mother-eagle's eye When her bruised eaglèt breathes; "You're wounded!"-" Nay," his soldier's pride Touched to the quick, he said: "I'm killed, sire!" And, his chief beside, 1 Jean Lannes (lǎnz), duke of Montebello, a marshal of France, was born in Lectoure, old province of Guienne, April 11, 1769, and died in Vienne, May 31, 1809. Robert Browning, one of the most remarkable English poets, was BROWNING.2 born in Camberwell, a suburb of London, in 1812. Though a true poet, many of his poems are not popular among the masses. A few of his dramatic lyrics, however, of which the above is one, are un rivaled in elements of popularity. |