in his admirable sermon on the calling of a gentleman, pointedly says: "He should labor and study to be a leader unto virtue, and a notable promoter thereof; directing and exciting men thereto by his exemplary conversation; encouraging them by his countenance and authority; rewarding the goodness of meaner people by his bounty and favor: he should be such a gentleman as Noah, who preached righteousness, by his words and works, before a profane world." 164.-SHIPS AT SEA. R. B. COFFIN. I have ships that went to sea I have seen them, in my sleep, I have wondered why they staid That their sails will ne'er be furled." As they sail, as they sail. Every sailor in the port Knows that I have ships at sea, Rise and fall, rise and fall. I have waited on the piers, Saying, "You will live to see So I never quite despair, Nor let hope or courage fail; And some day, when skies are fair, That is lost, that is lost. Or a wrinkle creased my brow, 165.—THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW. ROBERT LOWELL. Oh, that last day in Lucknow fort! To yield to that foe was worse than death, There was one of us, a corporal's wife, Wasted with fever in the siege, And her mind was wandering. She lay on the ground, in her Scottish plaid, "When my father comes hame frae the pleugh," she said. "Oh, then please waken me." She slept like a child on her father's floor In the flecking of woodbine-shade, When the house-dog sprawls by the open door, And the mother's wheel is stayed. It was smoke and roar and powder-stench, And the soldier's wife, like a full-tired child, I sank to sleep; and I had my dream And wall and garden;-but one wild scream There Jessie Brown stood listening Till a sudden gladness broke All over her face, and she caught my hand The Hielanders! oh! dinna ye hear The Macgregor's! oh! I ken it weel; "God bless the bonny Hielanders! We're saved! we're saved!" she cried; And fell on her knees; and thanks to God Flowed forth like a full flood-tide. Along the battery-line her cry Had fallen among the men, And they started back;-they were there to die; But was life so near them, then? They listened for life; the rattling fire Far off, and the far off roar, Were all; and the Colonel shook his head, But Jessie said, "The slogan's dune; But dinna ye hear it noo? The Campbells are comin'l' It's nae a dream; Our succors hae broken through!" We heard the roar and the rattle afar But the pipes we could not hear; So the men plied their work of hopeless war, It was not long ere it made its way,- It was no noise from the strife afar, It was the pipes of the Highlanders! And it came to our men like the voice of God, And they wept and they shook one another's hands, And every one knelt down where he stood, And we all thanked God aloud. That happy time, when we welcomed them, And the general gave her his hand, and cheers And the pipers' ribbons and tartans streamed, 166.—TOO DEAR FOR THE WHISTLE. When I was a child of seven years old, my friends, on a holiday, filled my pocket with coppers. I went directly to a shop where they sold toys for children; and being charmed with the sound of a whistle, that I met by the way, in the hands of another boy, I voluntarily gave all my money for one. I then came home, and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but disturbing all the family. My brothers, and sisters, and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was worth; put me in mind of what good things I might have bought with the rest of the money, and laughed at me so much for my folly, that I cried with vexation; and the reflection gave me more chagrin than the whistle gave me pleasure. This, however, was afterwards of use to me, the impression continuing on my mind; so that often, when I was tempted to buy some unnecessary thing, I said to myself, "Don't give too much for the whistle;" and I saved my money. As I grew up, came into the world, and observed the actions of men, I thought I met with many, very many, "who gave too much for the whistle." When I saw one too ambitious of court favor, sacrificing his time in attendance on levees, his repose, his liberty, his virtue, and perhaps his friends, to attain it, I have said to myself "This man gives too much for his whistle." When I saw another fond of popularity, constantly employing himself in political bustles, neglecting his own affairs, and ruining them by that neglect, "He pays, indeed," said I, too dear for his whistle.' " If I knew a miser, who gave up every kind of comfortable living, all the pleasure of doing good to others, all the esteem of his fellow-citizens, and the joys of benevolent friendship, for the sake of accumulating wealth-"Poor man,” said I, "you pay too dear for your whistle." When I met a man of pleasure, sacrificing every laudable improvement of the mind, or of his fortune, to mere corporeal sensation, and ruining his health in its pursuit-"Mistaken man," said I, "you are providing pain for yourself, instead of pleasure; you are pay ing too dear for your whistle." If I see one fond of appearance or fine clothes, fine houses, fine furniture, fine equipages, all above his fortune, for which he contracts debts, "Alas, say I, "he has paid dear, very dear for his whistle." In short, the miseries of mankind are largely due to their false estimate of things, to giving "too much for their whistles." 167.-APOSTROPHE TO THE OCEAN. LORD BYRON. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean,-roll! His steps are not upon thy paths, thy fields And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And dashest him again to earth:-there let him lie. The armaments which thunderstrike the walls These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake |