Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Respite-respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! "Prophet," said I, "thing of evil!-prophet still, if bird or devil! "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore? Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hast spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!-quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light, o'er him streaming, throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow, that lies floating on the floorShall be lifted-nevermore! EDUCATION. PRES'T G. T. CARPENTER. Man, then, must be educated with a view to his three natures, and of his relations to two worlds. In this way alone can the how of his behavior be consistent with the what of his being and the why of his high relations. The body links the spirit-man to the world of matter, but the spirit links him to the Spirit God, and leads him to inquire as to the relations All of this incorporated soul, with all of its lofty aspirations, grand capabilities, and undying energies, to the Infinite Spirit. There is a world within us, and a world without; there is the world of matter and the world of spirit; there is the present world, and the world to come. these must be held in purview if we would rightly answer the important question: "How shall man meet the fearful responsibilities of his existence?" If the body alone be developed, man is little more than a monster brute; if the mind alone, he may become a self-deifying egotist, as heartless as the hyena; and if the spirit alone, a mere worthless, mystic recluse. Not only do body, mind and spirit each require appropriate exercise and proportionate development, but the va、 rious faculties of the mind itself require appropriate means of culture. Physics and metaphysics, languages and mathematics, esthetics and ethics, are all essential to a full and symmetrical mental development. The great mistake of many modern scientists is to forget that the qualities of the soul cannot be dissected by the scalpel. Go forth, then, dear students, into life's great field, and build monuments, not upon the sands and quagmires of folly, sin and infidelity, but upon the sure foundation of virtue and religion - build monuments of greatness by means of humble goodness, and whatever exalts, purifies and ennobles human character. Let the jeweled index-finger of God's Word point out the way to glory and heavenly rest. Thus may life's opportunities become a diadem of immortal lustre upon the brow. Oh! life is grand in its heavenly entirety, but a human wreck is the greatest ruin in the universe. THE LIFE-BOAT. Quick! man the life-boat! See yon bark, that drives before the blast! There's a rock ahead, the fog is dark, and the storm comes thick and fast. Can human power, in such an hour, avert the doom that's o'er her? Her mainmast is gone, but she still drives on to the fatal reef before her? The life-boat! Man the life-boat! Quick! man the life-boat! hark! the gun booms through the vapory air; and see! the signal flags are on, and speak the ship's despair. That forked flash, that pealing crash, seemed from the wave to sweep her; she's on the rock, with a terrible shock - and the wail comes loud and deeper. The life-boat! Man the life-boat! Quick! man the life-boat! See-the crew gaze on their watery grave; already some, a gallant few, are battling with the wave; and one there stands, and wrings his hands, as thoughts of home come o'er him; for his wife and child, through the tempest wild, he sees on the heights before him. The life-boat! Man the life-boat! Speed, speed the life-boat! Off she goes! and, as they pulled the oar, from shore and ship a cheer arose that startled ship and shore. Lifesaving ark! yon fated bark has human lives within her; and dearer than gold is the wealth untold thou'lt save if thou canst win her. On, lifeboat! Speed thee, life-boat! Hurra! the life-boat dashes on, though darkly the reef may frown; the rock is there the ship is gone full twenty fathoms down. But, cheered by hope, the seamen cope with the billows single-handed: they are all in the boat! hurra! they're afloat! and now they are safely landed by the life-boat! Cheer the life-boat! SCOTT AND THE VETERAN. BAYARD TAYLOR. An old and crippled veteran to the War Department came; But you have done your share, my friend; you're crippled, old and gray, "The very men who fought with us, they say, are traitors now; They've torn the flag of Lundy's Lane - our old red, white and blue; And some, you know, must bite the dust, and that, at least, can I; No odds how hot the cannon smoke, or how the shells may fly, My soul would go to Washington's and not to Arnold's place." THE SONG OF THE CAMP. An incident of the Crimean War. BAYARD TAYLOR. "Give us a song!" the soldier cried, When the heated guns of the camps allied The dark Redan in silent scoff Lay grim and threat'ning under; And the tawny mound of the Malakoff There was a pause. A guardsman said: They lay along the battery's side, Brave hearts from Severn and from Clyde, They sang of love and not of fame; But all sang "Annie Laurie." Maxwelton's banks are bonnie Gave me her promise true· And for bonnie Annie Laurie Voice after voice caught up the song; Rose like an anthem rich and strong, Dear girl - her name he dared not speak, Beyond the darkening ocean burned And once again a fire of hell Rained on the Russian quarters; And Irish Norah's eyes are dim Sleep, soldiers, still in honored rest, CREEDS OF THE BELLS. G. W. BEAGAY. How sweet the chime of the Sabbath bells! Each one its creed in music tells, in tones that float upon the air, as soft as song, and pure as prayer; and I will put in simple rhyme the language of the golden chime. My happy heart with rapture swells responsive to the bells-sweet bells. "In deeds of love excel-excel," chimed out from ivied towers a bell. "This is the church not built on sands, emblem of one not built with |