main; but how unlike their bold, untamable progenitors! The Indian of falcon glance and lion bearing, the theme of the touching ballad, the hero of the pathetic tale, is gone! and his degraded offspring crawls upon the soil, where he walked in majesty, to remind us how miserable is man when the foot of the conqueror is on his neck.

4. As a race, they have withered from the land. Their arrows are broken, their springs are dried up, their cabins are in the dust. Their council-fire has long since gone out on the shore, and their war-cry is fast fading to the untrodden West. Slowly and sadly they climb the distant mountains, and read their doom in the setting sun. They are shrinking before the mighty tide which is pressing them away; they must soon hear the roar of the last wave, which will settle over them forever. Ages hence, the inquisitive white man, as he stands by some growing city, will ponder on the structure of their disturbed remains, and wonder to what manner of persons they belonged. They will live only in the songs and chronicles of their exterminators. Let these be faithful to their rude virtues as men, and pay due tribute to their unhappy fate as a people.

CHARLES SPRAGUE.

XC. POETIC SELECTIONS-LIFE.

LIFE, which all creatures love and strive to keep,
Wonderful, dear, and pleasant unto cach,
Even to the meanest; yea, a boon to all
Where pity is, for pity makes the world
Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.

EDWIN ARNOLD.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.

We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

BAILEY.

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops; and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up to-morrow.

HENRY WARD BEECHER.

If we begin to die when we live, and long life be but a prolongation of death, our life is a sad composition; we live with death, and die not in a moment.

SIR THOMAS BROWNE.

Heaven gives our years of fading strength

Indemnifying fleetness;

And those of youth a seeming length,

Proportion'd to their sweetness.

How many lives we live in one,

CAMPBELL.

And how much less than one in all!

ALICE CARY.

Men deal with life as children with their play,
Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.

Live while you live, the epicure will say,
And take the pleasures of the present day;
Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
And give to God each moment as it flies.

COWPER.

Lord, in my views let both united be;
I live in pleasure when I live to Thee.

Man's life is like unto a winter's day:
Some break their fast and so depart away;
Others stay dinner, then depart full-fed;
The longest age but sups and goes to bed.
Oh, reader, then behold and see,
As we are now so must you be.

In the wreck of noble lives
Something immortal still survives.

Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus, on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought!

DODDRIDGE.

BISHOP HENSHAW.

LONGFELLOW.

LONGFELLOW.

Life is a mission. Every other definition of life is false, and leads all who accept it astray. Religion, science, philosophy, though still at variance upon many points, all agree in this, that every existence is an aim.

For men to tell how human life began
Is hard; for who himself beginning knew?

'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

MAZZINI.

MILTON.

MONTGOMERY.

For forms of government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best administer'd is best;
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
In faith and hope the world will disagree,
But all mankind's concern is charity;
All must be false that thwarts this one great end,
And all of God that bless mankind, or mend.

POPE.

XCI. PATRIOTIC SENTIMENT.

WHO would not be that youth? what pity is it
That we can die but once to save our country.

True patriots all; for be it understood
We left our country for our country's good.

ADDISON.

GEORGE BARRINGTON.

There is one certain means by which I can be sure never to see my country's ruin-I will die in the last ditch.

A song for our banner? The watchword recall

Which gave the Republic her station; "United we stand - divided we fall!” It made and preserves us a nation!

A weapon that comes down as still
As snowflakes fall upon the sod,
But executes a freeman's will

GEORGE P. MORRIS.

As lightning does the will of God;

And from its force nor doors, nor locks
Can shield you-'tis the ballot-box.

The bullet comes and either

A desolate hearth may see;

PIERPONT.