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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,
There you hev it plain an' flat;
I don't want to go no furder
Than my Testyment fer that.

The Biglow Papers. No. i.

An' you 've gut to git up airly
Ef you want to take in God.

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
On War's red techstone rang true metal,
Who ventered life an' love an' youth
For the gret prize o' death in battle?

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,
Third Series, Vol. 138, p. 2077.

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Hope tells a flattering tale,'

Delusive, vain, and hollow,

Ah let not Hope prevail,

Lest disappointment follow.
From The Universal Songster. Vol. ii. p. 86.

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,
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long.

The Brave Old Oak.

Then here's to the oak, the brave old oak
Who stands in his pride alone;

And still flourish he, a hale green tree,
When a hundred years are gone!

Ibid.

MICHAEL J. BARRY.

But whether on the scaffold high
Or in the battle's van,

The fittest place where man can die

Is where he dies for man!

From The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844
Vol. ii. p. 809.

Lovell.-Cook.— Tupper. - Adams. 597

MARIA LOVELL.

"Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one."1

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
That raiseth me;

Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

1 Zwei Seelen und ein Gedanke,

Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag.

From Fr. Halm, nom de plume for Von Münch
Bellinghausen (1806-1871).

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