Brak. No marvel, lord, that it affrighted you; Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things, 77.-DOUBTING. GERTRUDE M. DOWNEY. I walked alone in the darkness, My home and its light. I said, "On the earth's wide bosom God has hidden His face; I'm forsaken- I watch for His hand 'mid the shadows I listen, but nothing I hear save My own heart's wild beat. To walk in the light of His favor My heart has forgotten His mercy Till mercy is past, And my Lord, whom my Leaves me at last!' sins have long wearied, But, swift as the flash of the lightning, Cleaving the sky, Came a voice, through the gloom that engulfed me, So tenderly: "When earth and its friends all forsake thee, Look thou above, For the Father Eternal remembers The child of His love. The shadows that gather around thee But herald the light; Had the sun never risen to warm thee Forget not the springs in the desert, For thee shall the wilderness blossom; God gave thee His promise to keep thee, He cannot deceive; He gave thee His word and His promise, Only believe! He sought thee, cast out and forsaken, He gave thee the Son of His bosom ; Then swift o'er my heart in the darkness With the peace and the joy of believing, Came inward light, And my lips sent a prayer for forgiveness Up to His throne: "Forgive me, my Father, I measured Thy love by my own!" 78.—BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN. THOMAS CAMPBELL On Linden when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Then shook the hills with thunder riven, But redder yet those fires shall glow 'Tis morn; but scarce yon lurid sun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, And charge with all thy chivalry! 79. THE VILLAGE PREACHER. OLIVER GOLDSMITH. Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich, with forty pounds a year; Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place. Claimed kindred there, and had his claims allowed: Sat by his fire, and talked the night away; Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave, ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side: He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all: Beside the bed where parting life was laid, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, 80.-DRIVING HOME THE COWS. KATE P. OSGOOD. Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass Under the willows, and over the hill, He never could let his youngest go: Under the feet of the trampling foe. But after the evening work was done, And the frogs were loud in the meadow-swamp, Over his shoulder he slung his gun, And stealthily followed the footpath damp. Across the clover, and through the wheat, Though cold was the dew on his hurrying feet, Thrice since then had the lanes been white, For news had come to the lonely farm That three were lying where two had lain; The summer day grew cool and late; He went for the cows when the work was done; He saw them coming, one by one: Brindle, Ebony, Speckle, and Bess, Shaking their horns in the evening wind; The empty sleeve of army blue; For Southern prisons will sometimes yawn, The great tears sprang to their meeting eyes; Together they followed the cattle home. 81.-SACRED SCRIPTURES. Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing. Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the |