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POETRY.-The Sentinel on Morris Island, 2. Men Wanted, 2. Thomas Starr King, 2.

Sit Down in the Lowest Room, 46. Seed Growing Secretly, 48.

SHORT ARTICLES.-Democratic Convention, 43.

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An aged man, with locks all silver white;

An aged dame, his helpmate she through life; And still a third, with mild eyes beaming bright, Perhaps the soldier's wife:

And rosy children climb upon her knee

With smiling face looks on the aged dameThey, laughing, clap their little hands in glee,

And sweetly lisp his name.

Now from the frowning batterics' bristling side
Peals forth the murderous cannon's awful

roar,

Waking the answering echoes, far and wide,
From shore to farthest shore.

So fades the picture; each loved form is filed-
That waking vision beautiful yet brief;
And up the beach, with solid, steady tread
Comes on the brave “Relief.”

Then on his bed, while falls the chilly rain
And other sentinels their vigils keep,

MEN WANTED!

MEN for to-day's hard toil and battle!

Knights were well in the feudal days ;-
Kings, when the people were dumb as cattle ;-

Priests, when a lie was a means of grace ;-
Dancing-masters, when morals were inanners ;—
Schemers in ink, when the sword was a pen;
But now, when God lifts up his banners,
And war clangs fierce,-send us men! send
us men !

O contemptible tailor's dummy,

Dupe and noddle and snob and quack,-
Stale old fossil and breathing mummy,-
Politician and party hack,-

Fool of fashion and tool of barter,

Living to cheat and be cheated again,-
Drawler of cant and counterfeit martyr,-
Out and begone with you! send us some men!
Send us men for the desk and the altar,-

Men who are fearless of councils and bans,-
Never with righteousness daring to palter,-
Orthodox, rather in God's sight than man's;
Men who assume no clerical mastership,

Being men's servants and God's honest freemen,
Knowing that lordship agrees not with pastorship,
Men whose first study is always to be men.
Send us men for the public stations,
Leal and honest and brave and wise;
Thoughtful beyond their pay and their rations;-
Parleying never with traitors and spies;
Men whose works and promises tally;

Men who build upon principles grand;
Learning of Christ, not of Macchiavelli,

What to enact, and how to command.
Send us men for the private places,-

Tradesmen and craftsmen and tillers of sod,—
Men with sympathies large as the race is,-
Loyal to fatherland, freedom, and God;
Loyal in spite of high taxes and prices;
Lavishing life, kindred, fortune,—all these,
Rather than sell, in humanity's crisis,
Liberty's birthright for pottage and peace!
W. G.
Morrisania, Feb. 29, 1864. -Tribune.

THOMAS STARR KING.
BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.

THE great work laid upon his twoscore years
Is done, and well done. If we drop our tears
Who loved him as few men were ever loved,
We mourn no blighted hope nor broken plan
With him whose life stands rounded and approved
In the full growth and stature of a man.
Mingle, O bells, along the western slope,
With your deep toll a sound of faith and hope!
Wave cheerily still, O banner, half-way down,
From thousand-masted bay and steepled town!
Let the strong organ with its loftiest swell
Lift the proud sorrow of the land, and tell
That the brave sower saw his ripened grain.
O East and West, O morn and sunset, twain

Sweet thoughts of home go flitting through his No more forever!-has he lived in vain
braiu,

And fill his dreamful sleep.
-Harper's Weekly.

Who, priest of Freedom, made ye one, and told
Your bridal service from his lips of gold?
-Independent.

From The North British Review.

THACKERAY.

His first attempt was ambitious. He became connected, as editor, and also, we Bus THAT Mr. Thackeray was born in India in pect, in some measure, as proprietor, with a 1811; that he was educated at Charter House weekly literary journal, the fortunes of which and Cambridge; that he left the university were not prosperous. We believe the jourafter a few terms' residence without a degree; nal to have been one which bore the imposing that he devoted himself at first to art; that title of "The National Standard and Journal in pursuit thereof he lived much abroad for of Literature, Science, Music, Theatricals, study, for sport, for society;" that about and the Fine Arts." Thackeray's editorial the age of twenty-five, married, without for-reign began about the 19th number, after tunc, without a profession, he began the ca- which he seems to have done a good deal of reer which has made him an English classic; work, reviews, letters, criticisms, and verses. that he pursued that career steadily till his As the National Standard is now hardly to be death, all this has, within the last few met with out of the British Museum, we give weeks, been told again and again. a few specimens of these first efforts. There is a mock sonnet by W. Wordsworth, illustrative of a drawing of Braham in stage nautical costume, standing by a theatrical seashore; in the background an Israelite, with the clothes'-bag and triple hat of his ancient race; and in the sky, constellation-wise, appears a Jews-harp, with a chaplet of bays round it. The sonnet runs :—

It is a common saying that the lives of men of letters are uneventful. In an obvious sense this is true. They are seldom called on to take part in events which move the world, in politics, in the conflicts of nations; while the exciting incidents of sensation novels are as rare in their lives as in the lives of other men. But men of letters are in no way exempt from the changes and chances of fortune; and the story of these, and of the effects which came from them, must possess an interest for all. Prosperity succeeded by cruel reverses; happiness, and the long prospect of it, suddenly clouded; a hard fight, with aims as yet uncertain, and powers unknown; success bravely won; the austerer victory of failure manfully horne, these things make a life truly eventful, and make the story of that life full of interest and instruction. They will all fall to be narrated when Mr. Thackeray's life shall be written; we have only now to do with them so far as they illustrate his literary career, of which we propose to lay before our readers an account as complete as is in our power, and as impartial as our warm admiration for the great writer we have lost will

allow.

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Say not that Judah's harp hath lost its tone,
Or that no bard hath found it where it hung
Broken and lonely, voiceless and unstrung,
Beside the sluggish streams of Babylon:
And Judah's burning lyre is Braham's own!
Slowman repeats the strain his fathers sung,
Behold him here! Here view the wondrons man,
Majestical and lonely, as when first
In music on a wondering world he burst,
And charmed the ravished ears of Sov'reign
Mark well the form, O reader! nor deride
The sacred symbol,--Jew's harp glorified,—
Which, circled with a blooming wreath, is seen,
of verdant bays; and thus are typified
Whence issues out at eve Braham with front se-
The pleasant music, and the baize of green,

Anne.†

rene."

We have here the germ of a style in which Thackeray became famous, though the humor of attributing this nonsense to Wordsworth, Many readers know Mr. Thackeray only as and of making Braham coeval with Queen' the Thackeray of " Vanity Fair," "Penden- Anne, is not now very plain. There is a nis," ""The Newcomes," and "The Virgin-yet more characteristic touch in a review of ians," the quadrilateral of his fame, as they Montgomery's "Woman the Angel of Life," were called by the writer of an able and kindly winding up with a quotation of some dozen notice in the Illustrated News. The four vol- lines, the order of which he says has been umes of "Miscellanies" published in 1857, though his reputation had been then established, are less known than they should be. But Mr. Thackeray wrote much which does not appear even in the "Miscellanies; " and some account of his early labors may not be unacceptable to our readers.

"It is needless to speak of the eminent vocalist and improvisatore. He nightly delights a numerous while on this subject, I cannot refrain from mentionand respectable audience at the Cider Cellar; and ing the kindness of Mr. Evans, the worthy proprietor of that establishment, N.B.-A table d'hote every Friday.-W. Wordsworth."

"Mr. Braham made his first appearance in England in the reign of Queen Anne.-W.W."

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