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Let them shout with brazen voices! Let the bellowing
cannon roar! Through the Old World, through the New World,
golden Peace is crowned once more!
Pax Vobiscum! Dark Rebellion, sworn to turn Time's
dial back, Sinks and dies, while Freedom's sunrise flames along its
noonward track! Fiery Gaul and matchless Teuton bleed no more on
Europe's plains, Torn Italia, throned by Tiber, now from Blanc to Ætna
reigns ! Pax Vobiscum! Bold Columbia, stern Britannia, jarring
One in blood and speech and freedom, one in holy faith
more strong, Both too great to brook an insult, both too noble to be
wrong, Yield their strifes to law and justice, sheath the sword
and join in song! Pax Vobiscum! Christ hath conquered! “Know all
men," writes iron Grant, “Know all men," writes proud Victoria, “Deathless
olive here we plant !" Glorious Daughter! Glorious Mother! Join the stars
and cross on high! Cheer the Lion! Cheer the Eagle! Send the echo
through the sky! * Pax Vobiscum! Hands of blessing part the cloudless
blue above! God's great hands of benediction o'er the nations spread “Te Deum laudamus!" humbly swells our grateful, glad
refrain; “Gloria in Excelsis !” angels whisper, rapturous Amen!
GEORGE LANSING TAYLOR.
How many acts are there in a tragedy? Five, I be
Act I.-Young man starting from home. Parents and sisters weeping to see him go. Wagon passing over the hill. Farewell kiss thrown back. Ring the bell and let the curtain drop.
Act II.—Marriage altar. Bright lights. Full organ. White vail trailing through the aisle. Prayer and congratulations, and exclamations of “How well she looks!" Ring the bell and let the curtain drop.
Act III.–Midnight. Woman waiting for staggering steps. Old garments stuck into broken window panes. Many marks of hardship on the face. Biting the nails of bloodless fingers. Neglect, cruelty, disgrace. Ring the bell and let the curtain drop.
Act IV.—Three graves in a very dark place. Grave of a child, who died from want of medicine; grave of husband and father, who died of dissipation; grave of wife and mother, who died of a broken heart. Plenty of weeds but no flowers! Oh! what a blasted heath, with three graves! Ring the bell and let the curtain drop.
Act V.-A destroyed soul's eternity. No light; no music; no hope! Despair coiling around the heart with unutterable anguish. Blackness of darkness forever! Woe! woe! woe! I cannot bear longer to look. I close my eyes at this last act of the tragedy. Quick ! Quick ! Ring the bell and let the curtain drop.
T. DE WITT TALMAGE
T LOVE to hear thine earnest voice,
Thou pretty Katydid !
Old gentle folks are they,-
in such a solemn way. Thou art a female Katydid !
I know it by the trill
So petulant and shrill.
Beneath the hollow tree,
Do Katydids drink tea ?
And what did Katy do?
And yet so wicked, too?
Or kiss more cheeks than one?
Than many a Kate has done.
My fuss with little Jane,
So often down the lane,
Or wet their eyes of blue: Pray, tell me, sweetest Katydid,
What did poor Katy do ?
Ah, no! the living oak shall crash,
That stood for ages still,
And thunder down the hill,
Shall add one word, to tell
Whose name she knows so well.
And when the latest one
Beneath the autumn sun,
And lift her drooping lid;
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
BULLUM VERSUS BOATUM.
W E shall now return to the law, for our laws are full
of returns, and we shall show a compendium of law; parts of practice in the twist of the tail of a wig. The depth of a full bottom denotes the length of a chancery suit, and the black coif behind, like a blistering plaster, seems to show us that the law is a great irritator, and only to be used in cases of necessity.
Law is law, law is law, and as in such and so forth, and hereby and aforesaid, provided always, nevertheless, notwithstanding. Law is like a country dance; people are led up and down in it till they are tired. Law is like a book of surgery, there are a great many terrible cases in it. It is also like physic, they that take least of it, are best off. Law is like a homely gentlewoman, very well to follow. Law is like a scolding wife, very bad when it follows us. Law is like a new fashion, people are bewitched to get into it; it is also like bad weather, most people are glad when they get out of it..
We shall now mention a cause, called “ Bullum versus Boatum:" it was a cause that came before me. The cause was as follows:
There were two farmers; farmer A and farmer B. Farmer A was seized or possessed of a bull; farmer B was possessed of a ferry-boat. Now, the owner of the ferryboat had made his boat fast to a post on shore, with a piece of hay twisted rope-fashion, or as we say, vulgo vocato, a hay band. After he had made his boat fast to a post on shore, as it was very natural for a hungry man to do, he went up town to dinner; farmer A's bull, as it was natural for a hungry bull to do, came down town to look for a dinner; and, observing, discovering, seeing, and spying out some turnips in the bottom of the ferry-boat, the bull scrambled into the ferry-boat; he ate up the turnips, and, to make an end of his meal, fell to work upon the hay-band; the boat, being eaten from its moorings, floated down the river with the bull in it; it struck against a rock, beat a hole in the bottom of the boat, and tossed the bull overboard; whereupon the owner of the bull brought his action against the boat for running away with the bull. The owner of the boat brought his action against the bull for running away with the boat. And thus notice of the trial was given, Bullum versus Boatum, Boatum versus Bullum.
Now, the counsel for the bull began with saying, "My lord, and you, gentlemen of the jury, we are counsel in this cause for the bull. We are indicted for running away with the boat. Now, my lord, we have heard of