The pilot, in silence, leans mournfully o'er
The rudder, which creaks 'mid the billowy roar;
He hears the hoarse moan of the spray-driving blast,
And its funeral-wail through the shrouds of the mast;
The stars of far Europe have sunk from the skies,
And the great Southern Cross meets his terrified eyes.
But at length the slow dawn, softly streaking the night,
Illumes the blue vault with its faint crimson light.

Columbus! 't is day, and the darkness is o'er."

'Day! and what dost thou see?" "Sky and ocean. No more!"

The second day's past, and Columbus is sleeping,
While Mutiny near him its vigil is keeping.

"Shall he perish?" "Ay! death!" is the barbarous cry;
"He must triumph to-morrow, or, perjured, must die!"
Ungrateful and blind! — shall the world-linking sea
He traced for the Future his sepulchre be?

Shall that sea, on the morrow, with pitiless waves,
Fling his corse on that shore which his patient eye craves ?
The corse of an humble adventurer then;

One day later, Columbus, the first among men !

But hush he is dreaming!

A veil on the main,

At the distant horizon, is parted in twain,

And now on his dreaming eye-rapturous sight!— Fresh bursts the New World from the darkness of night! O vision of glory, how dazzling it seems!

How glistens the verdure! how sparkle the streams! How blue the far mountains! how glad the green isles! And the earth and the ocean, how dimpled with smiles! "Joy! joy!" cries Columbus, "this region is mine!" Ah! not e'en its name, wondrous dreamer, is thine!

At length o'er Columbus slow consciousness breaks, "Land! land!" cry the sailors; "land! land!" - he awakes,

IN

I grew so like my brothe
That folks got taking me for h
And each for one another.
It puzzled all our kith and kin
It reached an awful pitch;
For one of us was born a twin
And not a soul knew which

One day (to make the matter
Before our names were fixed
As we were being washed by n
We got completely mixed.
And thus you see by Fate's de
(Or, rather, nurse's whim,)
My brother John got christene
And I got christened him.

This fatal likeness even dogged
My footsteps when at school
And I was always getting flogg
For John turned out a fool.
I put this question hopelessly
To every one I knew, -

f our domestic life;

somehow, my intended bride ecame my brother's wife.

hort, year

after year the same

bsurd mistakes went on;

when I died—the neighbors came

nd buried Brother John !

tayed here watching all the folks, heard the big boys crack their jokes, ■ you laugh, and heard you cheer; want to interfere,

wish they would get through, ne do my talking too.

ou 've had a jolly time;
ten cents to make a dime.
their little nests agree,
ar-candy does with me;
ther says it makes me sick,
better very quick.

F you cannot on the ocean
Sail among the swiftest fleet,
Rocking on the highest billows,
Laughing at the storms you meet,
You can stand among the sailors,
Anchored yet within the bay,
You can lend a hand to help them
As they launch their boats away.

If you are too weak to journey

Up the mountain steep and high,
You can stand within the valley
While the multitudes go by.
You can chant in happy measures
As they slowly pass along;
Though they may forget the singer,
They will not forget the song.

If you have not gold or silver
Ever ready to command,
If you cannot toward the needy
Reach an ever-open hand,

You can visit the afflicted,

O'er the erring you can weep; You can be a true disciple, Sitting at the Master's feet.

If you cannot in the conflict

Prove yourself a soldier true,

If where fire and smoke are thickest
There's no work for you to do,

When the battle-field is silent

You can go with careful tread,

119

You can bear away the wounded,
You can cover up the dead.

Do not, then, stand idly waiting
For some greater work to do ;
Fortune is a lazy goddess,

She will never come to you.
Go and toil in any vineyard,
Do not fear to do or dare;
If you want a field of labor,
You can find it anywhere.

Ex. 122.—THE LOVE STORY.

Lilliput Levee.

HIS is the doll with respect to whom

THIS

A story is told that ends in gloom; For there was a sensitive little sir

Went out of his mind for love of her!

They pulled a wire, she moved her eye;
They squeezed the bellows, they made her cry;
But the boy could never be persuaded
That these were really things which they did.

"My Dolladine," he said, "has life;
I love her, and she shall be my wife;
Dainty delicate Dolladine,

The daintiest girl that ever was seen!"

To give his passion a chance to cool,
They sent the lover to boarding-school;