ARNOLD WINKELRIED. - Montgomery. "MAKE way for liberty! he cried; It must not be; this day, this hour, It did depend on one indeed; There sounds not to the trump of fame Unmarked he stood amid the throng, Till you might see, with sudden grace, And, by the uplifting of his brow, Tell where the bolt would strike, and how. The field was in a moment won: spears he swept within his grasp : "Make way for liberty!" he cried, Their keen points met from side to side; He bowed amongst them like a tree, Swift to the breach his comrades fly; Thus Switzerland again was free; ON MYSELF.- Cowley. THIS only grant me, that my means may lie Not from great deeds, but good alone; Acquaintance I would have, but when 't depends Books should, not business, entertain the light, Than palace; and should fitting be My garden painted o'er With Nature's hand, not Art's; and pleasures yield, Horace might envy in his Sabine field. Thus would I double my life's fading space; These unbought sports, this happy state, To-morrow let my sun his beams display, THE GRASSHOPPER. Tennyson. VOICE of the summer wind, (Shame fall 'em, they are deaf and blind), Bowing the seeded summer flowers. Vaulting on thy airy feet, Clap thy shielded sides and carol, Carol clearly, chirrup sweet. Thou art a mailed warrior, in youth and strength complete. * Among the many beautiful fables of the ancient Greeks was this one. The beauty of Tithonus, son of a king of Troy, gained for him the affection of one of the goddesses. He begged her, as a favor, to make him immortal, and his request was granted. But as he had forgotten to ask to retain the vigor and beauty of youth, he soon became infirm and decrepid; and, as life became insupportable to him, he begged the goddess to remove him from the world. As he could not die, she changed him into a grasshopper. Armed cap-a-pie "Sans peur et sans reproche," Thou hast no sorrow or tears, But a short youth, sunny and free. Soon thy joy is over. A summer of loud song, And slumbers in the clover, What hast thou to do with evil What hast thou to do with evil, Shooting, singing, ever springing In and out the emerald glooms; Lighting on the golden blooms? * Without fear and without reproach, an epithet applied to Bayard, a French knight distinguished for his courage and his integrity. He died in 1524. A GRECIAN ANECDOTE.- Milnes. How Sparta thirsted after orient gold, And bartered faith for wealth she dared not use, Is as severe a tale as e'er was told The pride of man to conquer and confuse. Therefore forget not what that nature was, To mingle Sparta in his distant broil. How thick the perils of that far emprise, To people as to prince, appeal was vain,- A suppliant at the regal hearth he stood, Played the king's child,—a girl some nine years old. Ten-twenty forty talents rose the bait ; Strange feeling glistened in those infant eyes, That gazed attentive on the grave debate And seemed to search its meaning in surprise. Yet fifty now had well secured the prey, |