THE CHILDREN IN THE MOON. Hearken, child, unto a story! For the moon is in the sky, And across her shield of silver, See! two tiny cloudlets fly. Watch them closely, mark them sharply, See, my child, across their shoulders It is said, these little children, Wandered in the still moonlight. Looks the little rosy boy! But the little handsome maiden Trips behind him full of joy. To the well behind the hedgerow How they please me! how they tempt me! Snatch them, set them here for ever, In the middle of my light? Children, ay, and children's children Thus the philosophic Moon-man Never is the bucket empty, Ever young and ever little, Ever young, and ever little, They will smile when thou art old! When thy locks are thin and silver Theirs will still be shining gold. They will haunt you from their heaven, On thy cradle, on thy tomb! SHERIDAN'S RIDE. (By T. Buchanan Read.) Up from the South at break of day, And wider still those billows of war But there's a road from Winchester town, He stretched away with his utmost speed; Still sprung from those swift hoofs thundering South, The dust, like the smoke from the cannon's mouth, Or the trail of a comet sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster; The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. Under his spurning feet, the road And the landscape sped away behind, Like an ocean flying before the wind; And the steed, like a bark fed with with furnace ire Swept on, with his wild eyes full of fire. But, lo! he is nearing his heart's desire; He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray, The first that the General saw were the groups Of stragglers and then the retreating troops;- He dashed down the line 'mid a storm of huzzas, And the wave of retreat checked its course there because The sight of the master compelled it to pause. With foam and with dust the black charger was gray; By the flash of his eye, and his red nostrils' play, He seemed to the whole great army to say; "I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester down to save the day!" Hurrah, hurrah for Sheridan! Hurrah, hurrah for horse and man! CLASSES-READINGS. Persons desirous of forming classes for instruction, or wishing an evening's ENTERTAINMENT of READINGS for the public, or in the social circle, are respectfully requested to address― J. E. FROBISHER, NEW YORK. TESTIMONIALS. Odd-Fellow's Hall was crowded to its utmost capacity, last night, to hear Mr. FROBISHER and his class. All our teachers have taken lessons, besides many pupils in the High and Ward schools.-Zanesville Courier. We most cordially commend him as an able, efficient, and faithful teacher.-Graduating Cl: 88 and Juniors, Dartmouth College. Mr. FROBISHER has given entire satisfaction, and we heartily recommend him as a very able teacher.-Students of Kenyon College. In our opinion he has few equals in this noble art, and we therefore commend him as a successful and industrious teacher. -Under Graduates and Students of Franklin College. His Lecture before the Teacher's Association was received with rapturous applause. All were delighted.- Cleveland Daily Herald. We cheerfully recommend him as an efficient and faithful teacher of Elocution.-Students of Victoria College, Canada. Mr. FROBISHER delivered his Lecture before the Institute to a delighted audience.-Port-Hope Guide, Canala. |