2. How the winters are drifting, like flakes of snow, And the year in the sheaf-so they come and they go, 3. There's a magical isle up the river of Time, And the Junes with the roses are staying. 4. And the name of that Isle is the Long Ago, There are brows of beauty and bosoms of snow— 5. There are fragments of song that nobody sings, There's a lute unswept, and a harp without strings And the garments that she used to wear. 6. There are hands that are waved, when the fairy shore -And we some times hear, through the turbulent roar, When the wind down the river is fair. 7. O, remembered for aye, be the blessed Isle, When the evening comes with its beautiful smile, L.-TIME'S MIDNIGHT VOICE. EDWARD YOUNG. 1. CREATION sleeps. "T is as the general pulse An awful pause! prophetic of her end. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, It is the knell of my departed hours. Where are they? With the years beyond the flood! 2. How much is to be done! My hopes and fears Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour? 3. Distinguished link in being's endless chain! A worm! a god!—I tremble at myself, 4. O what a miracle to man is man, Triumphantly distressed! What joy, what dread What can preserve my life, or what destroy? LI. THE COMMON LOT. 1. ONCE, in the flight of ages past, JAMES MONTGOMERY. There lived a man; and Who was He? LII. THE ATLANTIC TELEGRAPH. [Successfully laid between Europe and America July 27, 1866.] 1. GLORY to God above! The Lord of life and love! GEO. LANSING TAYLOR. Who makes his curtains clouds and waters dark; Whose hand of old, world-rescuing, steered the ark; And Genoa's god-like child, And Mayflower, grandly wild, And now has guided safe a grander bark Has spun the thread that joins Two yearning worlds made one with lightning spark. 2. Praise God! praise God! praise God! The sea obeyed his rod, What time his saints marched down its deeps of yore; While flames celestial flash from shore to shore! Who reigns through endless days! While halleluias sweet Roll up as incense meet, And all Earth's crowns are cast before his feet! 3. "And there was no more sea," Who " Spake in rapt vision he a new heaven and a new earth" beheld, And lo! we see the day That ends its weltering sway, And weds the nations, long asunder held! Ten years of toil, of failure, fear, When lightning flames the ends of earth shall weld, And God the Father's face Shall smile o'er all the world millennial grace! 4. FRANKLIN! and MORSE! and FIELD! Make way for these in your sublimest throng! In heavenlier transport smite the string, The song that erst began : "Good will and peace toward man," And every bond that brings heart nearer heart, The work of love, that makes all worlds divine! LIII.-THE GLADIATOR. 1. STILLNESS reigned in the vast amphitheater, and from the countless thousands that thronged the spacious inclosure, not a breath was heard. Every tongue was mute with suspense, and every eye strained with anxiety toward the gloomy portal, where the gladiator was momentarily expected to enter. At length the trumpet sounded, and they led him forth into the broad arena. There was no mark of fear upon his manly countenance, as with majestic step and fearless eye he entered. He stood there, like another Apollo, firm and unbending as the rigid oak. His fine proportioned form was matchless, and his turgid muscles spoke his giant strength. 2. "I am here," he cried, as his proud lip curled in scorn, "to glut the savage eyes of Rome's proud populace. |