"WE PASS; THE PATH THAT EACH MAN TROD IS DIM, OR WILL BE DIM, WITH WEEDS:-(TENNYSON) OH, YET WE TRUST THAT SOMEHOW GOOD THE TOURNAMENT. With that I drave Among the thickest and bore down a prince. But that large-moulded man, Made at me through the press, and, staggering back Flaying the roofs and sucking up the drains, And shadowing down the champain till it strikes On a wood, and takes, and breaks, and cracks, and splits, Reels, and the herdsmen cry; for everything [ALFRED TENNYSON. From "The Princess: A Medley."] * At wakes, or country fairs, it was a common amusement for peasants to outvie one another in grinning through a horse collar. WILL BE THE FINAL GOAL OF ILL!"--TENNYSON. 297 WHAT FAME IS LEFT FOR HUMAN DEEDS IN ENDLESS AGE? IT RESTS WITH GOD."-TENNYSON. "A GENIAL MOMENT OFT HAS GIVEN WHAT YEARS OF TOIL AND PAIN, THOUGHT IS THE SOUL OF ACT; AND, STAGE BY STAGE, 298 HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS. HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM 88 GHENT TO AIX. SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace 'Twas moonset at starting; but, while we drew near At Aerschot, up leaped of a sudden the sun, SOUL IS FROM BODY STILL TO DISENGAGE. -BROWNING. OF LONG INDUSTRIOUS TOIL, HAVE STRIVEN TO WIN, AND ALL IN VAIN."-TRENCH. "GOD WILL BLESS IN TURN THAT HEART WHICH BEATS, THOSE EYES WHICH MILDLY BURN, FOR ALL MEN."-BROWNING. 66 LET FRIEND TRUST FRIEND, AND LOVE DEMANDS ITS LIKE."-BROWNING. HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS. 299 And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back, O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! By Hasselt Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Loos and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; 'Neath our foot broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; "How they'll greet us!" and all in a moment his roan Then I cast my loose buff-coat, each holster let fall, peer; "" ALL SERVICE RANKS THE SAME WITH GOD."-ROBERT BROWNING. "I HAVE LIVED, SEEN GOD'S HAND THROUGH A LIFETIME, AND ALL WAS FOR BEST."-ROBERT BROWNING. Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is friends flocking round As I sate with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground, [ROBERT BROWNING, in some respects the greatest of living poets, and scarcely less remarkable for his wealth of language than his depth of thought, his insight into character, and suggestiveness, is the author of "Paracelsus," "The Blot in the 'Scutcheon," "Dramatis Personæ,” “Pippa Passes," "Men and Women," "The Ring and the Book," and numerous lyrics and ballads.] THY FLEETING HOURS WERE LENT IN VAIN TO MY ENDEAVOUR: "FAREWELL, O DAY MISSPENT ! IN SHADE AND SUN THY RACE IS RUN FOR EVER-OH, FOR EVER!"-DR. CHARLES MACKAY. TUBAL CAIN. I. LD Tubal Cain was a man of might And he lifted high his horny hand Till the sparks rushed out in scarlet showers, SHE IS NOT RIGID AS FANATIC'S DREAM."-MACKAY. "DIG CHANNELS FOR THE STREAMS OF LOVE, WHERE THEY MAY BROADLY RUN, "SWEET PIETY DIVINEST PIETY! TUBAL CAIN. 301 II. To Tubal Cain came many a one, As he wrought by his roaring fire, And each one prayed for a strong steel blade As the crown of his desire; And he made them weapons sharp and strong, Till they shouted loud for glee, And spoils of the forest free. And they sang―" Hurra for Tubal Cain, And hurra for the metal true!" AND LOVE HAS OVERFLOWING STREAMS TO FILL THEM EVERY ONE."-R. C. TRENCH. III. But a sudden change came o'er his heart And Tubal Cain was filled with pain He saw that men, with rage and hate, That the land was red with the blood they shed And he said-"Alas! that ever I made Is to slay their fellow-man." IV. For many a day old Tubal Cain Sat brooding o'er his woe; And his hand forbore to smite the ore, And his furnace smouldered low. SHE HAS A SOUL CAPACIOUS AS THE SPHERES."-MACKAY. |