Be thou a hero! let thy might Press on if Fortune play thee false Makes up for follies past and gone,- Press on what though upon the ground The sweetest, which is born of pain. Therefore, press on! and reach the goal, Come wealth and honor and renown. Thy mind from sloth, thy heart from soil; Press on! and thou shalt surely reap A heavenly harvest for thy toil! THE SEXTON. Nigh to a grave that was newly made, Lean'd a sexton old on his earth-worn spade. His work was done, and he paused to wait The funeral train through the open gate: A relic of bygone days was he, And his locks were white as the foamy sea,And these words came from his lips so thin: "I gather them in! I gather them in! "I gather them in! for, man and boy, But, come they strangers or come they kin, "Many are with me, but still I'm alone! I am king of the dead, and I make my throne Come they from cottage or come they from hall,— Let them loiter in pleasure or toilfully spin, I gather them in! I gather them in! "I gather them in,-and their final rest, Is here, down here in the earth's dark breast;"- Will sound o'er the last trump's dreadful din,- A LIFE OF LETTERED EASE. A life of letter'd ease! what joy to lead Could mar the murmurous music of his dream. ROBERT T. CONRAD, 1809-1858. ROBERT T. CONRAD, the son of John Conrad, who was for many years an extensive bookseller and publisher in Philadelphia, was born in that city on the 10th of June, 1809. He studied law with his uncle, Thomas Kittera, an eminent jurist, and was admitted to practice in 1830. While a student, he wrote his first tragedy, Conrad of Naples, which was quite successful, and is regarded by many as the best of his poems. Shortly after he was admitted to the bar, he connected himself with the press, and shared the editorial duties of some of the leading journals of the city; but, the labor proving too much for his health, he resumed the practice of his profession in 1834. On the 15th of July, 1836, he was appointed by Governor Ritner Recorder of the Recorder's Court; and on the 27th of March, 1838, with the unanimous recommendation of the bar, he was commissioned by the same Governor to be a Judge of the Court of Criminal Sessions for the city and county of Philadelphia,-being a higher and more extended jurisdiction. Upon the union of the several municipalities of Philadelphia into one great "consolidated" city in 1854, he was elected Mayor by a large majority. On the resignation of Judge Kelley in 1856, he was appointed by Governor Pollock, on the 30th of November of that year, to fill the vacancy in the Court of Common Pleas and Quarter Sessions. But he did not live long to discharge the duties of this responsible post, as he died on Sunday, June 27, 1858. In 1852, Judge Conrad published Aylmere, or the Bondman of Kent; and other Poems. The tragedy of Aylmere is his principal production, and its merits as an acting play are said to be great. The hero, who assumes the name of Aylmere, is Jack Cade, the celebrated leader of the English peasantry in the insurrection of 1450. The other principal poems of our author are,-The Sons of the Wilderness, a meditative poem on the aborigines of our land; and a series of Sonnets on the Lord's Prayer, marked by great vigor as well as beauty and pathos. THE PRIDE OF WORTH. There is a joy in worth, A high, mysterious, soul-pervading charm; It makes the proud and lofty soul its throne: No fear to shake, no memory to upbraid, The stoic was not wrong: There is no evil to the virtuous brave; Or in the battle's rift, or on the wave, Worshipp'd or scorn'd, alone or 'mid the throng, Power and wealth and fame Are but as weeds upon life's troubled tide: A brow unshrinking, and a soul of flame, The joy of conscious worth, its courage and its pride! SONNET.-THY KINGDOM COME! Thy kingdom come! Speed, angel wings, that time! For not a slave; the cells o'er which Despair OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, M.D., the poet-physician, is a son of the Rev. Abiel Holmes, D.D., of Cambridge, Massachusetts, author of the "Annals of America." He was born on the 29th of August, 1809, and was graduated at Harvard University in 1829. He then studied medicine, and in 1833 went to Europe. Returning home in 1835, he commenced the practice of medicine in Boston the following year. In 1838, he was elected Professor of Anatomy and Physiology in the Medical School of Dartmouth College. This professorship he resigned on his marriage in 1840, and, in 1847, he was elected to the chair of Anatomy in Harvard University, vacated by the resignation of Dr. John C. Warren, which he still fills. In 1849, he relinquished practice, and fixed his summer residence in Pittsfield, Berkshire County, Massachusetts. In the winter he resides in Boston. Dr. Holmes has written a number of prize medical essays, and has contributed occasionally to medical journals; but he was earlier and better known to the public by his poems, which, by their genuine, easy, and unaffected wit, are unrivalled in our literature. Within the last year, however, Dr. Holmes has displayed more fully his wonderful powers in the papers commenced in the "Atlantic Monthly," in November, 1857, entitled The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table. This series of papers constitutes, in our estimation, one of the most racy, interesting, and brilliant series of magazine-articles ever published either in this country or in England. For wit, pathos, profound philosophical speculation, nice descriptive powers, keen insight into human nature, aptness and force of illustration, united to great wealth of literary, scientific, and artistic knowledge, and all in a style that is a model for the light essay, these papers have given the author a very high rank in American literature.2 MY AUNT. My aunt! my dear unmarried aunt! I know it hurts her,—though she looks Her waist is ampler than her life, My aunt, my poor deluded aunt! Why will she train that winter curl A beautiful edition of his poems is published by Ticknor & Fields. 2 He has begun a series of similar papers in the same magazine for 1859, entitled The Professor at the Breakfast-Table. The first papers-The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table-have been published in one vol. by Phillips & Sampson. How can she lay her glasses down, Vow'd she should make the finest girl He sent her to a stylish school; They braced my aunt against a board, To make her straight and tall; They laced her up, they starved her down, To make her light and small; They pinch'd her feet, they singed her hair, They screw'd it up with pins, Oh, never mortal suffer'd more In penance for her sins. So, when my precious aunt was done, "Ah!"" said my grandsire, as he shook "What could this lovely creature do Against a desperate man!" Alas! nor chariot, nor barouche, Tore from the trembling father's arms THE HEIGHT OF THE RIDICULOUS. I wrote some lines once on a time In wondrous merry mood, And thought, as usual, men would say They were so queer, so very queer, Albeit, in the general way, A sober man am I. I call'd my servant, and he came : To mind a slender man like me, |