9. Then, with thankful hearts, we turned our faces again to the west. But soon the wind arose, and for thirty-six hours we were exposed to all the dangers of a storm on the Atlantic. Yet, in the very height and fury of the gale, as I sat in the electrician's room, a flash of light came up from the deep, which, having crossed to Ireland, came back to me in mid-ocean, telling that those so dear to me, whom I had left on the banks of the Hudson, were well, and following us with their wishes and their prayers. This was like a whisper of God from the sea, bidding me keep heart and hope. 10. Such, in brief, is the story of the Telegraph. It has been long, hard struggle-nearly thirteen years of anxious watching and ceaseless toil. Often my heart has been ready to sink. Many times, when wandering in the forests of Newfoundland in the pelting rain, or on the deck of ships on dark stormy nights alone, and far from home-I have almost accused myself of madness and folly to sacrifice the peace of my family and all the hopes of life for what might prove, after all, but a dream. I have seen my companions one and another falling by my side, and feared that I, too, might not live to see the end. And yet one hope has led me on, and I have prayed that I might not taste of death till this work was accomplished. That prayer is answered; and now, beyond all acknowledgments to men, is the feeling of gratitude to Almighty God. CYRUS W. FIELD. HOW CYRUS LAID THE CABLE. 1. BOLD Cyrus Field, he said, says he, That I can run a telegraph Across the Atlantic Ocean." 2. Then all the people laughed, and said 3. To carry out his foolish plan He might as well go hang himself 4. But Cyrus was a valiant man, And heeded not their mocking words, 5. Twice did his bravest efforts fail, He wa'n't the man to break his heart 6. "Once more, my gallant boys!" he cried; 7. Once more they tried-hurrah! HURRAH! 8. Loud ring the bells! — for, flashing through Six hundred leagues of water, Old Mother England's benison 9. And may we honor evermore The manly, bold, and stable; J. G. SAXE. XLVIII. NOT ONE CHILD TO SPARE. 1. "WHICH shall it be? Which shall it be? A house and land while you shall live, 2. I looked at John's old garments worn, And then of this: "Come, John," said I, First to the cradle lightly stepped, 3. We stooped beside the trundle-bed, I saw on Jamie's rough, red cheek 4. Poor Dick! bad Dick! our wayward son, Turbulent, reckless; idle one Could he be spared? "Nay, He who gave Only a mother's heart can be And so," said John, "I would not dare To send him from her bedside prayer." 5. Then stole we softly up above Across her cheek in willful way, And shook his head, "Nay, love, not thee." Only one more, our eldest lad, And so we wrote, in a courteous way, Trusting the rest to One in Heaven. MRS. E. L. BEERS. Love is omnipresent in nature as motive and reward. Love is our highest word, and the synonym of God. Every promise of the soul has innumerable fulfillments; each of its joys ripens into a new want. Nature, uncontainable, flowing, forelooking in the first sentiment of kindness, anticipates already a benevolence which shall lose all particular regards in its general light. The introduction of this felicity is in a private and tender relation of one to one, which is the enchantment of human life; which, like a certain divine rage and enthusiasm, seizes on man at one period, and works a revolution in his mind and body; unites him to his race, pledges him to the domestic and civil relations, carries him with new sympathy into nature, enhances the power of the senses, opens the imagination, adds to his character heroic and sacred attributes, establishes marriage, and gives permanence to human society.-Emerson. |