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17. Owning her weakness,
Her evil behaviour,
Her sins to her Saviour.
[CHARLES MACKAY, born 1814, is a well known poet and jour
nalist. He still lives in a green old age, enjoying the honour which comes from honest work well done.]
1. OLD Tubal Cain was a man of might
In the days when Earth was young;
The strokes of his hammer rung;
On the iron glowing clear,
As he fashioned the sword and spear.
For he shall be king and lord !”
2. To Tubal Cain came many a one,
As he wrought by his roaring fire,
As the crown of his desire :
Till they shouted loud for glee,
“ Hurra for Tubal Cain,
And hurra for the metal true !"
And they sang.
3. But a sudden change came o'er his heart
Ere the setting of the sun,
For the evil he had done;
Made war upon their kind,
In their lust for carnage blind.
Or that skill of mine should plan,
and the sword for man whose joy
Sat brooding o'er his woe;
And his furnace smouldered low.
And a bright courageous eye,
While the quick flames mounted high.
handicraft!” And the red sparks lit the air; “ Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made;"
And he fashioned the first ploughshare, 5. And men, taught wisdom from the past,
In friendship joined their hands, Hung the sword in the hall, the spear on the wall,
And ploughed the willing lands;
Our staunch good friend is he ;
To him our praise shall be.
Or a tyrant would be lord,
BARBARA FRIETCHIE. [John G. WHITTIER, an American poet, was born in 1807. He
was employed in labour upon a farm until his eighteenth year, and his early educational advantages were limited. He occupies a high position as a poet in America.] 1. Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,
Horse and foot, into Frederick town. 2. Forty flags with their silver stars,
Forty flags with their crimson bars,
Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.
He glanced : the old flag met his sight.
Quick, as it fell from the broken staff
But spare your country's flag,” she said. 4. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
Over the face of the leader came;
Shone over it with a warm good night. 5. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er,
And the rebel rides on his raids no more.
Barbara Frietchie.—The incident referred to in the poem
occurred in the great American civil war. On the 6th of September, 1862, the city of Frederick, in Maryland, was taken possession of by a detachment of the rebel army,
under the command of General Thomas Jonathan Jackson. The incident of the waving of the flag by Barbara Frietchie, a lady of very advanced years, took place precisely as the poet has narrated it. It was one of those noble deeds of courage which supply at once theme and inspiration. General Jackson was called “ Stonewall” Jackson from the determination with which he always maintained his position in battle. He was accidentally shot by one of his own men. Next to General Lee, he was the most prominent soldier on the Southern side.
HAIL TO THE CHIEF. [SIR WALTER Scott, born 15th August, 1771, died 21st September,
1832. What more need be said ?] 1. Hail to the chief who in triumph advances !
Honoured and blessed be the ever-green pine ! Long may the tree in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line !
Heaven send it happy dew,
Earth lend it sap anew;
While every highland glen
Sends our shout back agen,
Blooming in Beltane, in winter to fade;
the mountain, The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her shade.
Moored in the rifted rock,
Proof to the tempest's shock, Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow;
Menteith and Breadalbane, then,
Echo his praise agen, “Roderich Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe !” 3. Proudly our pibroch has thrilled in Glen Fruin,
And Banochar's groans to our slogan replied :