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3. The sucklings of the she-wolf
Stood face to face in wrath,
Like stubble from his path;
The seven hills of his home,
The eternal walls of Rome!
Hath store of pregnant pith
'Tis more than Roman myth!
Out of the loins of Mars,
Were born from cruel wars.
Her bloody suck did give,
Straight to our hearts comes home-
Freedom's eternal Rome!
peace can live.
LI.-A TRIBUTE TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
JAMES R. LOWELL.
And loyalty to truth be sealed
As bravely in the closet as the field,
But then to stand beside her
When craven churls deride her, To front a lie in arms and not to yield,
This shows, methinks, God's plan
And measure of a stalwart man, Limbed like the old heroic breeds,
Who stands self-poised on manhood's solid earth,
Not forced to frame excuses for his birth, Fed from within with all the strength he needs.
2. Such was he, our martyr chief,
Whom late the nation he had led,
With ashes on her head,
Forgive me if from present things I turn
To speak what in my heart will beat and burn, And hang my wreath on his world-honored urn.
3. Nature, they say, doth dote,
And cannot inake a man,
Save on some worn-out plan,
And choosing sweet clay from the breast
Of the unexhausted West,
Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed,
Who loved his charge, but never loved to lead; One whose meek flock the people joyed to be,
Not lured by any cheat of birth,
And brave old wisdom of sincerity!
They knew that outward grace is dust;
They could not choose but trust
And supple-tempered will
5. Nothing of Europe here,
Or, then, of Europe fronting mornward still,
Could Nature's equal scheme deface;
Here was a type of the true elder race,
6. I praise him not it were too late;
And some innative weakness there must be
In him who condescends to victory
And can his fame abide,
7. Great captains with their guns and drums,
Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes ;
These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame,
The kindly, earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, áreading praise, not blame,
New birth of our new soil, the first American.
LII,- THE MAIN TRUCK, OR A LEAP FOR LIFE,
G. P. MORRIS.
In the harbor of Mahon;
The waves to sleep had gone;
A lad both brave and good,
And on the main-truck stood !
2. A shudder shot through every vein,
All eyes were turned on high!
Between the sea and sky;
Alone he stood in air ;
No aid could reach him there.
3. We gazed, but not a man could speak!
With horror all aghast,
We watched the quivering mast.
And of a lurid hue;
Stood officers and crew.
4. The father came on deck,-- he gasped,
“Oh God! thy will be done !” Then suddenly a rifle grasped,
And aimed it at his son;
“Jump far out, boy, into the wave!
Jump or I fire!” he said ;
Jump! jump, boy!”- he obeyed.
And for the ship struck out;
With many a manly shout.
Those wet arms round his neck,--
And fainted on the deck.
LIII. - PASSAGE OF THE POTOMAC THROUGH
THE BLUE RIDGE.
1. The passage of the Potomac through the Blue Ridge is perhaps one of the most stupendous scenes of nature. You stand on a very high point of land. On your right comes up the Shenandoah, having ranged along the foot of the mountain a hundred miles to seek a vent. On
left approaches the Potomac, seeking a passage also. In the moment of their junction, they rush together against the mountain, rend it asunder, and pass off to the sea.
2. The first glance of this scene hurries our senses into the opinion that this earth has been created in time; that the mountains were first formed, that the rivers began to flow afterward ; that, in this place particularly, they have been dammed up by the Blue Ridge of mountain, and have formed an ocean which filled the whole valley ; that, continuing to