mis feel, Since God is marching on." ounded forth the trumpet that shall never 1 retreat; fting out the hearts of men before His gment-seat: ift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, feet! Our God is marching on. auty of the lilies Christ was born across sea, lory in His bosom that transfigures you me: ed to make men holy, let us die to make free, While God is marching on. THE FINE LADY -ER Heart is set on folly, An amber gathering straws; counts each poor occurrence, eeds not the heavenly laws. Pity her! has a little beauty, nd she flaunts it in the day, le the selfish wrinkles, spreading, eal all its charm away. Pity her! has a little money, id she flings it everywhere; a gewgaw on her bosom, Is a tinsel in her hair. Pity her! Te harmless household drudges, Pity her! Ye steadfast ones, whose burthens With hands that cannot idle, And brows that will not frown. Ye saints, whose thoughts are folded As a dove's stainless pinions Upon her guileless breast, T Pity her! But most, ye helpful angels "Ge The Pity her! "Ma "Th A DREAM WOMAN came, wearing a veil; Her features were burning and pale; d waileth out, bowing her head, Ther Whi TH Co "I ་་ ཨ་ ་ feather the whirlwind lifts high, -e not wilder or weaker than I, Since Love makes my bosom his prey. saints, I fall down at your feet; ou Virgin, so piteous to greet, Reach hither the calm of your hands; statues of power and of art, t your marble weight lie on my heart, Hold my madness with merciful bands." priest takes his candle and book the pity or scorn in his look, ad chants the dull Mass through his teeth; priest, with reproval and frown, he fiercer the flames burn within." thee hence to the cell and the scourge!" >riest in his anger doth urge, r the fire of the stake thou shalt prove, ntaining with blasphemous tongue t the mass-book and censer, high swung, annot cast out the demon of Love." the Highest stept down from his place, the depths of his wonderful face thrill of compassion did move: e hide thee," he cried, "in this breast: mmon the weary to rest; ith love I exorcise thy love." THOMAS HUGHES IAS HUGHES, novelist, born at Donnington Berkshire, England, in 1823; died at Brigh1896. He was educated at Rugby, during dmastership of the famous Dr. Arnold, and el College, Oxford. His school experiences ed later in his "Tom Brown's School Days," 'om Brown at Oxford." He was admitted to , and for a number of years was a member iament. In addition to the works mentioned he wrote "A Layman's Faith," "Alfred the "The Manliness of Christ," and others. It as if Hughes, more than almost any other had a thorough understanding of boy RUGBY AND FOOTBALL (From "Tom Brown's School Days") D so here's Rugby, sir, at last, and you'll he great flag was lazily waving from the round tower. And he began already to be t being a Rugby boy, as he passed the ates, with the oriel-window above, and saw standing there, looking as if the town beo them, and nodding in a familiar manner Dachman, as if any one of them would be al to getting on the box and working the vn street as well as he. the young heroes, however, ran out from and scrambled up behind; where, having imself and nodded to the guard with "How " he turned short round to Tom, and, after im over for a minute, began:— - you fellow, is your name Brown?" said Tom, in considerable astonishment; ever to have lighted on some one already ed to know him. thought so; you know my old aunt, Miss lives somewhere down your way in Berkhe wrote to me that you were coming toasked me to give you a lift." is somewhat inclined to resent the patronof his new friend-a boy of just about his t and age, but gifted with the most transoolness and assurance, which Tom felt to ating and hard to bear, but couldn't for f him help admiring and envying—especiyoung my lord begins hectoring two or ; loafing fellows, halfporter, half stablea strong touch of the blackguard, and in arranges with one of them, nicknamed carry Tom's luggage up to the schoolsixpence. eark'ee, Cooey, it must be up in ten minmore jobs from me. Come along, Brown." |