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 Etna reigns! Pax Vobiscum! Bold Columbia, stern Britannia, jarring long, 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! 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 in love! "Te Deum laudamus!" humbly swells our grateful, glad refrain; "Gloria in Excelsis!" angels whisper, rapturous Amen! GEORGE LANSING TAYLOR. A TRAGEDY. W How many acts are there in a tragedy? Five, I be lieve. 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 I KATYDID. LOVE to hear thine earnest voice, Thou testy little dogmatist, Thou pretty Katydid! Thou 'mindest me of gentle folks- Thou art a female Katydid! That quivers through the piercing notes, I think there is a knot of you Oh, tell me, where did Katy live? And what did Katy do? And was she very fair and young, And yet so wicked, too? Did Katy love a naughty man, Or kiss more cheeks than one? I warrant Katy did no more Than many a Kate has done. Dear me! I'll tell you all about My fuss with little Jane, And Ann, with whom I used to walk So often down the lane, And all that tore their locks of black, Or wet their eyes of blue: Pray, tell me, sweetest Katydid, What did poor Katy do? Ah, no! the living oak shall crash, The rock shall rend its mossy base, And thunder down the hill, Shall add one word, to tell Peace to the ever-murmuring race! Shall fold in death her feeble wings Then shall she raise her fainting voice And then the child of future years Shall hear what Katy did. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. BULLUM VERSUS BOATUM. WE 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. well to follow. when it follows us. Law is like a homely gentlewoman, very Law is like a scolding wife, very bad 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 |