THE LIFE OF A BIRD. How pleasant the life of a bird must be, And then wheeling away to its cliff-built home! By a strong free wing, through the rosy morn, To meet the young sun face to face, And pierce like a shaft the boundless space! How pleasant the life of a bird must be ! What joy it must be, like a living breeze, And the yellow furze, like fields of gold, MARY HOWITT. THE FOOT-BALL ORATORS. I. Champion of the Blues. GENTLEMEN of our side! Undaunted Blues! The moment is at hand when you must either exult as victors, or be laid low in the dust as vanquished. The great annual football battle between the honorable Blues and the detested Greens is now to come off. What can I say to add to the generous ardor that fires your minds? If we allow ourselves to be beaten, beaten by the Greens, the pusillanimous Greens, where and how shall we hide our diminished heads? For us no minstrel raptures will swell. For us no laurel wreath, will be woven. We shall go down to the base dust from which we sprung unwept, unhonored, and unsung. But, if we prevail, and when I look on your glowing faces and flashing eyes, I feel that we shall prevail; I know that there is no such word as fail; if we prevail, did I say? no! when we prevail what glory will be ours! We shall draw a freer breath; we shall tread with a prouder step; we shall feel that we, too, are associated with the Alexanders and the Cæsars, with the Fredericks and the Napoleons, of history. Does any dastard pretend to say that fame is but an empty name? or that, if there is any glory, it will attach to me, your leader, and not to the common soldier? Base and un worthy insinuation! Here I resign it all freely to you in advance. Let me lead you to victory, and the spoils and the glory may be his who can get them. Intrepid sons of your country! Bravest of brave men! True Blues! Throw off your jackets! Tighten your belts! Don't waste your kicks, but wait till you are sure the ball is before you. Now stand at ease, and wait for the word of command. II. Champion of the Greens. Comrades! Companions in arms! Illustrious Greens! Our strength lies more in deeds than words. If we can not brag as well as the gentlemen of the other side, we may, perhaps, show them that we can kick as well, when the time comes. If we do not win this match, it will not be for want of superior wind, tougher shins, and stronger sinews. Our training, too, has been better. We have kept more in the open air eaten less and exercised more. We are better organized. There stands the larger mob; here stands the stronger army. Let us meet them like true Americans, and charge home! Do not shrink from the thickest of the scuffle when the ball is to be rescued. Press where ye see my green ribbon flutter amid the ranks of war! Let no man fear for his shins. Let the enemy find, to their sorrow, whose shins are the more tender. Let the abhorred Blues the tongue-valiant, forcible-feeble Blues-be sent limping from the field home to their anxious mothers, who probably do not know that they are out. But I will not waste time in words. The hour strikes. The ball is in the air. Now every man to his post! Now, guards! up and at them! Charge! SPENCER. A CHARACTER. WHO traced these lines, upon the world was thrown, So idle, that he loved to muse and dream ; J. G. GRANT. PRECEPTS. FIRST Worship God: he that forgets to pray And serve Him first whence all things did begin. Honor thy parents to prolong thine end: With them, though for a truth, do not contend; Think that is just 't is not enough to do, Take well whate'er shall chance; though bad it be, THOMAS RANDOLPH. RIENZI TO THE ROMANS. I, THAT speak to you, I had a brother once, a gracious boy, |