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And the man who had been the child saw his daughter, newly lost to him, a celestial creature among those three, and he said: “My daughter's head is on my sister's bosom, and her arm is around my mother's neck, and at her feet is the baby of old time, and I can bear the parting from her, God be praised!"-And the star was shining.
Thus the child came to be an old man, and his once smooth face was wrinkled, and his steps were slow and feeble, and his back was bent. And one night as he lay upon his bed, his children standing round, he cried, as he cried so long ago: “I see the star !"
They whispered one another, “He is dying." And he said, "I am." My age is falling from me like a garment, and I move towards the star as a child. And 0, my Father, now I thank Tbee that it has so often opened to receive those dear ones who await me!"
And the star was shining; and it shines upon his grave.
THE WHISKERS.-SAMUEL WOODWORTH.
The kings who ruled mankind with haughty sway,
A petit maitre wooed a fair,
“Pity my grief, angelic fair,
My love, no language can express,
'Twas something more than wealth I meant." “Must I the realms of Neptune trace ? O speak the word !--where'er the place, For you, the idol of my soul, I'd e'en explore the frozen pole; Arabia's sandy deserts tread, Or trace the Tigris to its head." “Oh no, dear sir, I do not ask So long a voyage, so bard a task ; You must-but ah! the boon I want, I bave no hope that you will grant." “Shall I, like Bonaparte, aspire To be the world's imperial sire ? Express the wish, and here I vow, To place a crown upon your brow." “Sir, these are trifles'—she replied “But, if you wish me for your bride, You inust-but still I fear to speakYou'll never grant the boon I seek." “Oh say,” he cried—“dear angel, sayWhat must I do, and I obey ; No longer rack me with suspense, Speak your commands, and send me hence."
"Well, then, dear generous youth !" she cries,
JOHN MAYNARD.-HORATIO ALGER, JR. 'Twas on Lake Erie's broad expanse,
One bright midsummer day, The gallant steamer Ocean Queen
Swept proudly on her way.
Bright faces clustered in the deck,
Or leaning o'er the side,
That flecked the rippling tide.
Ah, who beneath that cloudless sky,
That smiling bends serene,
Impended o'er the scene-
That frame of sturdy oak
Blackened with fire and smoke ?
A seaman sought the captain's side,
A moment whispered low;
He hurried down below.
And clear his orders came,
To quench the insidious flame.
The bad news quickly reached the deck,
It sped from lip to lip,
Looked from the doomed ship.
A hundred lips implore ; “But one," the captain made reply,
“To run the ship on shore."
A sailor, whose heroic soul
Tbat hour should yet reveal,-
Stood calmly at the wheel. “ Head her south-east!" the captain shouts,
Above the smothered roar, “ Head her south-east without delay !
Make for the nearest shore !"
No terror pales the helmsman's cheek,
Or clouds bis dauntless eye, As in a sailor's measured tone
His voice responds, “Ay, Ay!” Three hundred souls,—the steamer's freight,
Crowd forward wild with fear, While at the stern the dreadful flames
Above the deck appear.
John Maynard watched the nearing flamos,
But still, with steady hand
He steered the ship to land.
The captain cries once more,
And we will reach the shore."
Responded firmly, still
“With God's good help I will !”
They scorch his hands and brow;
Ah, he is conquered now!
He crushes down the pain,-
He guides the ship again.
Brave heart, thy task is o’er !
The steamer touches shore.
In praise to God, that He
And from the ingulfing sea.
The captain saw him reel-
He sunk beside the wheel.
Blackened with smoke and fire.
A nobler funeral pyre!
DEEDS VERSUS CREEDS.-ANNIE I. Yuzzer.
AND, seeking truth, I wholly lost my way;
Rocked back and forward, by the swinging tidos
Of doubt and faith, confused by many guides; Each one armed with a doctrine and a creed,
Which each felt sase to say Would meet and satisfy my every need.