3. The sucklings of the she-wolf

Stood face to face in wrath,
And Romulus swept Remus

Like stubble from his path;
Then crested he with temples

The seven hills of his home,
And builded there, by Tiber,

The eternal walls of Rome!
Aha! I think this legend

Hath store of pregnant pith
For mine own time and mine own clime;

'Tis more than Roman myth!
4. Like Romulus and Remus,

Out of the loins of Mars,
Our slavery and our liberty

Were born from cruel wars.
To both, the Albic she-wolf

Her bloody suck did give,
And one must slay the other,

Aha! this brave old legend

Straight to our hearts comes home-
When slavery dies, shall grandly rise

Freedom's eternal Rome!

Ere one

peace can live.


1. Life may be given in many ways,

And loyalty to truth be sealed

As bravely in the closet as the field,
So generous is fate;

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,
Wept with the passion of an angry grief;

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,
Repeating us by rote;
For him the old-world mold aside she threw,

And choosing sweet clay from the breast

Of the unexhausted West,
With stuff untainted shaped a hero new,
Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true.
4. How beautiful to see

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,
But by his clear-grained human worth

And brave old wisdom of sincerity!

They knew that outward grace is dust;

They could not choose but trust
In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill,

And supple-tempered will
That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrasta

5. Nothing of Europe here,

Or, then, of Europe fronting mornward still,
Ere any names of serf and peer

Could Nature's equal scheme deface;

Here was a type of the true elder race,
And one of Plutarch's men talked with us face to face

6. I praise him not it were too late;

And some innative weakness there must be

In him who condescends to victory
Such as the present gives, and cannot wait,
Safe in himself as in a fate,
So always firmly he;
He knew to bide his time,

And can his fame abide,
Still patient in his simple faith sublime,
Till the wise



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.

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1. Old Ironsides at anchor lay,

In the harbor of Mahon;
A dead calm rested on the bay,

The waves to sleep had gone;
When little Hal, the captain's son,

A lad both brave and good,
In sport, up shroud and rigging ran,

And on the main-truck stood !

2. A shudder shot through every vein,

All eyes were turned on high!
There stood the boy, with dizzy brain,

Between the sea and sky;
No hold had he above, below,

Alone he stood in air ;
To that far height none dared to go ;

No aid could reach him there.

3. We gazed, but not a man could speak!

With horror all aghast,
In groups with pallid brow and cheek,

We watched the quivering mast.
The atmosphere grew thick and bot,

And of a lurid hue;
As, riveted unto the spot,

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;

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“Jump far out, boy, into the wave!

Jump or I fire!” he said ;
“ That only chance thy life can save!

Jump! jump, boy!”- he obeyed.
5. He sunk,- he rose,- he lived,- he moved, -

And for the ship struck out;
On board, we hailed the lad beloved,

With many a manly shout.
His father drew, in silent joy,

Those wet arms round his neck,--
Then folded to his heart his boy,

And fainted on the deck.




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

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