Once to every man and nation comes the mo ment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. The Present Crisis. Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne. Ibid. Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous to be just ; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified. Ibid. Before man made us citizens, great Nature made The Capture. us men. Ez fer war, I call it murder, The Biglow Papers. No. i. An' you 've gut to git up airly Ibid. Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Hev one glory an' one shame, Ev'y thin' thet 's done inhuman Injers all on 'em the same. The Biglow Papers. No. i. We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage. Ibid. No. iii. But John P. Robinson he Sez they didn't know everythin' down in Judee. Of my merit On thet point you yourself may jedge; All is, I never drink no sperit, Nor I haint never signed no pledge. Under the yaller-pines I house, Ibid. Ibid. No. vii. When sunshine makes 'em all sweet-scented, An' hear among their furry boughs The baskin' west-wind purr contented. Ibid. No. x. Second Series. Wut 's words to them whose faith an' truth Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'Ith no one nigh to hender. Ibid. The Courtin'. Manners.- Layard.— Wrother. 595 LORD JOHN MANNERS. Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die, But leave us still our old nobility. England's Trust, and other Poems. London, 1840. A. H. LAYARD. I have always believed that success would be the inevitable result if the two services, the army and the navy, had fair play, and if we sent the right man to fill the right place. Speech, January 15, 1855. Hansard, Parl. Debates, Hope tells a flattering tale,' Delusive, vain, and hollow, Ah let not Hope prevail, Lest disappointment follow. Hope told a flattering tale, That Joy would soon return; Ah, naught my sighs avail, Anon. For love is doomed to mourn. Air by Giovanni Paisiello (1741-1816). Vol. i. p. 320. 596 Smith.-Chorley. --Barry. ALEXANDER SMITH. 1830-1867. Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire. A Life Drama. Sc. ii. In winter when the dismal rain Came down in slanting lines, And Wind, that grand old harper, smote His thunder-harp of pines. A poem round and perfect as a star. Ibid. Ibid. H. F. CHORLEY. 1831-1872. A song to the oak, the brave old oak, The Brave Old Oak. Then here's to the oak, the brave old oak And still flourish he, a hale green tree, Ibid. MICHAEL J. BARRY. But whether on the scaffold high The fittest place where man can die Is where he dies for man! From The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844 Lovell.-Cook.— Tupper. - Adams. 597 MARIA LOVELL. "Two souls with but a single thought, Ingomar the Barbarian. Translated. Act ii. I love it ELIZA COOK. I love it, and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair! The Old Arm-Chair. MARTIN F. TUPPER. A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure. Of Education. God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love. Of Immortality. SARAH FLOWER ADAMS. - 1848. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross Still all my song shall be, 1 Zwei Seelen und ein Gedanke, Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag. From Fr. Halm, nom de plume for Von Münch |