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“Now tell me, I beg you, dear Santa Claus,
Where am I going with you ?” He laughingly answered, “Why, don't you know?
To travel the wide world through!
XXVI.—THE FOX AND THE CROW.
Resolved to mend her scanty fare,
“God pity the men on the sea to-night !”
The sound of minute-guns.
(He was wet and cold that night),
On the headland rocks to-night.”
Cried little Mary then ;
It might save drowning men.
Was tired and cross that night),
And he put out the light.
A noble ship went down,
The rest were left to drown.
“Till we saw it sink from view;
My mates might have been here, too !”
Her father blushed for shame;
"And I'm the one to blame.''
And trifling was its cost,
And a hundred souls were lost.
It calls for something more than brawn
Or muscle to o'ercome
With banner, plume and drum-
With silent, stealthy tread;
At night beside your bed.
ET others write of battles fought,
Of bloody, ghastly fields, Where honor greets the man who wins,
And death, the man who yields;
And vanquishes his sins,
Against himself, and wins.
Who fights an unseen foe,
His passions base and low;
Undaunted, undismayed. -
In foray, or in raid.
| All honor, then, to that brave heart !
Though poor or rich he be,
Who conquers and is free.
The bravest of the brave.
XXIX.-THE MOTHER OF THE MACCABEES.
J. J. CALLANAN.
HAT mother viewed the scene of blood ; her six unconquered sons were gone:
fearless she viewed ;-beside her stood her last-her youngest—dearest one ! He looked upon her, and he smiled :-oh, will she save that only child ? “By all my love, my son,” she said, “the breast that nursed,—the arms that bore,
-the unsleeping care that watched thee,-fed, -till manhood's years required no more; by all I've wept and prayed for thee, now, now, be firm and pity me! Look, I beseech thee, on yon heaven, with its high field of azure light; look on this earth, to mankind given, arrayed in beauty and in might; and think, nor scorn thy mother's prayer, on Him who said it—and they were ! So shalt thou not this tyrant fear, nor, recreant, shun the glorious strife; behold ! thy battle-field is near; then go, my son, nor heed thy life ; go, like thy faithful brothers die,—that I may meet you all on high !”. Like arrow from the bended bow, he sprang upon the bloody pile :-like sun-rise on the morning's snow, was that heroic mother's smile. He died,—nor feared the tyrant's nod—for Judah's law, and Judah's God.
XXX.-THE ANGELS' WHISPER.
BABY was sleeping ; its Mother was weeping, for her Husband was far on
the wild raging sea ; and the tempest was swelling round the fisherman's dwelling, as she cried, “Dermot, darling, oh ! come back to me." Her beads while she numbered, the baby still slumbered, and smiled in her face, as she bended her knee; "Oh! bless'd be that warning, my child, thy sleep adorning ; for I know that the angels are whispering with thee! And while they are keeping bright watch o'er thy sleeping, oh! pray to them softly, my baby with me; and say thou wouldst rather they'd watched o'er thy father ! for I know that the Angels are whispering with thee!”—The dawn of the morning saw Dermot returning, and the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see; and closely caressing her child, with a blessing, said, “I knew that the Angels were whispering with thee !''
D EAR friends, we thank you for your condescension, in deigning thus to
lend us your attention; and hope the various pieces we recite (boys though we are), will yield you some delight. The powers of eloquence can charm the soul, inspire the virtuous, and the bad control ; can rouse the passions, or their rage can still, and mould a stubborn mob to one man's will. Nor to the Senate of the bar confined, the pulpit shows its influence o'er the mind :—such glorious deeds can eloquence achieve; such fame, such deathless laurels, it can give. Then say not this our weak attempt is vain, for frequent practice will perfection gain: the fear to speak in public it destroys, and drives away the bashfulness of boys. Various the pieces we to-night repeat, and in them various excellences meet; some rouse the soul--some gently soothe the ear, “from grave to gay, from lively to severe." We would your kind indulgence then besspeak for awkward manner, and for utterance weak; our powers, indeed, are feeble;—but our aim is not to rival Greek or Roman fame ; our sole ambition aims at your applause; we are but young-ler youth then plead our cause; and, if your approbation be obtained, our wish is answered, and our end is gained.