college grounds to commemorate their heroism. Do not cover it over with a glorification of our institutions, or of our people, or even with a studied eulogy on the dead: thus to have offered up their lives is glory enough. Write on it these few simple words: "In memory of the Sons of Harvard who died for their Country." And there let it stand, among the good and gracious influences of the place, the best and most gracious of them all.

6. There let it stand. While your children, and your children's children, are here preparing themselves for life, it will teach them that the pursuit of pleasure, the blandishments of society, and literary rivalships, are poor things, when compared with devotion to principle. There let it stand. If under the influence of great material prosperity, or in the hard competitions of the world, the public heart should again grow cold, and educated men forget their duty, it will still teach the same lesson. In all coming time, when the alumni of this college revisit, as we do to-day, the scenes of their early studies and friendships, the old feeling will be revived, and touched by the inspiration of a noble example, they will renew their vows to be faithful to their country and the laws.

firm; unyielding; constant.

1 IN-CUL'CĀT-ED. Taught or enforced | 5 IN-FLEX'I-BLE. That cannot be bent; by repetition; impressed on the mind by frequent admonition. REN'O VAT-ED. Restored to the first state; made new again.

• NE-CRŎL'O-GY. A list or register of deaths; a collection of biographical notices of deceased persons.

3 QUOTA. Proportional share; share 7 BLĂN'DỊSH-MĚNTS. Soft words or

assigned to each; contingent.

caresses; kind treatment.

4 BŎD'y. Here, strength; solidity; 8 A-LUM'NI. Foster children; gradu

consistency.

ates of a college or university.

XCIII. - PALESTINE.

WHITTIER.

[John Greenleaf Whittier was born in Haverhill, Massachusetts, in 1808, and now resides at Amesbury, in the same State. He is a well-known and popular writer in prose and verse, especially the latter. His poetry is distinguished for its humane and generous spirit, as well as for the fidelity with which it depicts the scenery of New England and the peculiar habits of its people.]

1. BLEST land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song,

Where the holiest of memories, pilgrim-like, throng
In the shade of thy palms, by the shores of thy sea,
On the hills of thy beauty-my heart is with thee.
With the eye of a spirit I look on that shore,
Where pilgrim and prophet have lingered before;
With the glide of a spirit I traverse the sod
Made bright by the steps of the angels of God.

2. Blue sea of the hills! in my spirit I hear
Thy waters, Gennesaret', chime on my ear;
Where the Lowly and Just with the people sat down,
And thy spray on the dust of his sandals was thrown.
Beyond are Bethulia's mountains of green,
And the desolate hills of the wild Gadarene 3;
And I pause on the goat-crags of Tabor
The gleam of thy waters, O dark Galilee!

to see

3. There sleep the still rocks and the caverns which rang
To the song which the beautiful prophetess * sang,
When the princes of Issachar stood by her side,
And the shout of a host in its triumph replied.

5

Lo! Bethlehem's hill-site before me is seen,

With the mountains around and the valleys between;
There rested the shepherds of Judah', and there
The song of the angels rose sweet on the air.

* Judges, chapter v

4. And Bethany's palm-trees in beauty still throw
Their shadows at noon on the ruins below;
But where are the sisters who hastened to greet
The lowly Redeemer, and sit at his feet?

I tread where the TWELVE in their wayfaring trod;
I stand where they stood with the CHOSEN of God;
Where his blessing was heard, and his lessons were

taught;

Where the blind were restored, and the healing was wrought.

5. But wherefore this dream of the earthly abode
Of Humanity clothed in the brightness of God!
Were my spirit but turned from the outward and dim,
It could gaze, even now, on the presence of Him!
Not in clouds and in terrors, but gentle as when
In love and in meekness he moved among men;
And the voice which breathed peace to the waves of
the sea,

In the hush of my spirit, would whisper to me.

1 GEN-NES'A-RET. A sea or lake in | 4 TA'BOR. An isolated mountain, of a Palestine, the borders of which, in the time of Christ, were covered with numerous towns and villages; 5 called also, Sea of Galilee. BETH-U-LIA (or be-thū'lj-a). A city

conical form, a few miles southwest of the Sea of Galilee. IS'SA-CHẠR. A son of Jacob and Leah; also, the tribe named after him.

which appears to have overlooked 6 BETH'LE-HEM. A celebrated city the plain of Esdrae'lon, and to have

near Jerusalem.

guarded one of the passes to Jeru-7 JU'DAH. The name of one of the salem. tribes of Israel, afterwards applied

GAD-A-RENE'. An inhabitant of

to the whole nation.

Gad'ara, a city in a mountainous 8 BETH'A-NY. A town near Jerusalem. region near the Sea of Galilee. the residence of Martha and Mary.

XCIV. THE SONG OF THE SHIRT.

HOOD.

[Thomas Hood was born in London in 1798, and died in 1845. His life was one of severe toil and much suffering, always sustained, however, with manly resolution and a cheerful spirit. He wrote much, both in prose and verse. He was a man of peculiar and original genius, which manifested itself with equal power and ease in humor and pathos.

The following remarkable piece of poetry appeared in the London Punch only a short time before the death of the lamented author. It was written at a time when the attention of benevolent persons in London had been awakened to the inadequate wages paid to poor needlewomen, and their consequent distress; and from the seasonableness of its appearance, as well as its high literary merit, it produced a great effect. It is valuable, as an expression of that deep and impassioned sympathy with suffering, which was a leading trait in Hood's nature, and forms an attractive element in his writings.]

1. WITH fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread-
Stitch stitch stitch!

In poverty, hunger, and dirt,

And still, with a voice of dolorous' pitch,
She sang the "Song of the Shirt!"

While the cock is crowing aloof!
And work. -work-work!

Till the stars shine through the roof!

It's O, to be a slave

Along with the barbarous Turk,

Where woman has never a soul to save,
If THIS is Christian work

Seam, and gusset, and band,
Band, and gusset, and seam,
Till over the buttons I fall asleep,
And sew them on in my dream.

4. "O men with sisters dear!

O men with mothers and wives!
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives!
Stitch-stitch stitch!

In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
Sewing at once, with a double thread,
A SHROUD as well as a shirt!

5. "But why do I talk of death,

That phantom of grisly bone?
I hardly fear his terrible shape,
It seems so like my own-
It seems so like my own,
Because of the fast I keep:

O God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!

6. "Work-work-work!

My labor never flags;

And what are its wages? A bed of straw,
A crust of bread and rags:

A shattered roof- and this naked floor-
A table a broken chair

And a wall so blank my shadow I thank
For sometimes falling there!