A song for our banner? The watchword recall Which gave the Republic her station: "United we stand - divided we fall!" It made and preserves us a nation! The Flag of our Union. Near the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago! Near the Lake. EDWARD BULWER LYTTON. Beneath the rule of men entirely great Richelieu. Act ii. Sc. 2. Take away the sword; States can be saved without it. Ibid. In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word. As-fail. Ibid. Frank, haughty, rash, the Rupert of debate. The New Timon. Parti. St. 6. So idly spoken, and so coldly heard; Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known, Of hopes laid waste,knells in that word -ALONE! Ibid. Part ii. 7. RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES. But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills. Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube. St. 2. Great thoughts, great feelings came to them, Like instincts, unawares. The Men of Old. A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet. Ibid. The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I wandered by the Brookside. SAMUEL LOVER. 1797-1868. Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye. Rory O'More. For drames always go by conthraries, my dear.1 Ibid. "Then here goes another," says he, “to make sure, For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More. Sure the shovel and tongs To each other belongs. Ibid. Widow Machree. 1 Ground not upon dreams, you know they are ever contrary. Middleton, The Family of Love, iv. 3. Poe.- Willis.- Taylor. 567 EDGAR A. POE. 1811-1849. Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more. The Raven. Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! Quoth the Raven: "Nevermore." Ibid. NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. 1817-1867. At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city. Necessity for a Promenade Drive. HENRY TAYLOR. The world knows nothing of its greatest men. Philip Van Artevelde. Parti. Act i. Sc. 5. An unreflected light did never yet Dazzle the vision feminine. Ibid. He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Ibid. We figure to ourselves The thing we like, and then we build it up As chance will have it, on the rock or sand: For thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore. Philip Van Artevelde. Parti. Acti. Sc. 5. Such souls, Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages. Act i. Sc. 7. CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH. Thought is deeper than all speech; Souls to souls can never teach PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;1 In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. Festus. Life 's but a means unto an end, that end, Beginning, mean, and end to all things-God. Ibid. Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them and the truth of truths is love. Ibid. LYDIA MARIA CHILD. England may as well dam up the waters of the Nile with bulrushes as to fetter the step of Freedom, more proud and firm, in this youthful land, than where she treads the sequestered glens of Scotland, or couches herself among the magnificent mountains of Switzerland. Supposititious Speech of James Otis. From The 1 A life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler |