The katydid begins to sing; The early dews are falling; Into the stone-heap darts the mink, Cheerily calling, "Co", boss! co', boss! co'! co'! co'!" Farther, farther, over the hill, Faintly calling, calling still, "Co', boss! co', boss! co'! co'!" Into the yard the farmer goes In the wagon-shed stand yoke and plow; The friendly sheep his welcome bleat; "Co', boss! co', boss! co'! co'! co'!" Now to her task the milkmaid goes: While the pleasant dews are falling; The new milch heifer is quick and shy, Soothingly calling, "So, boss! so, boss! so! so! so!" To supper at last the farmer goes: The housewife's hand has turned the lock; "Co", boss! co', boss! co'! co'! co'!" And oft the milkmaid in her dreams THE LIGHT BRIGADE-TENNYSON. Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said: Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!" Cannon to right of them, Cannon in front of them, Volleyed and thundered: Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell, Rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare, Charging an army, while All the world wondered: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right through the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reeled from the sabre-stroke, Shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not,- Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered: When can their glory fade? Noble Six Hundred! TRUE ELOQUENCE -DANIEL WEBSTER. When public bodies are to be addressed on momentous occasions, when great interests are at stake and strong passions excited, nothing is valuable in speech, further than it is connected with high intellectual and moral endowments. Clearness, force, and earnestness are the qualities which. produce conviction. True eloquence, indeed, does not consist in speech. It cannot be brought from far. Labor and learning may toil for it, but they will toil in vain. Words and phrases may be marshalled in every way, but they cannot compass it. It must exist in the man, in the subject, and in the occasion. Affected passion, intense expression, the pomp of declamation, all may aspire after it, they cannot reach it. It comes, if it come at all, like the outbreaking of a fountain from the earth, or the bursting forth of volcanic fires, with spontaneous, original, native force. The graces taught in the schools, the costly ornaments and studied contrivances of speech, shock and disgust men, when their own lives, and the fate of their wives, their children and their country hang on the decision of the hour. Then words have lost their power, rhetoric is vain, and all elaborate oratory contemptible. Even genius itself then feels rebuked and subdued, as in the presence of higher qualities. Then patriotism is eloquent; then self-devotion is eloquent. The clear conception, outrunning the deductions of logic, the high purpose, the firm resolve, the dauntless spirit, speaking on the tongue, beaming from the eye, informing every feature, and urging the whole man onward, right onward, to his object, this, this is eloquence; or, rather, it is something greater and higher than all eloquence,it is action, noble, sublime, godlike action. NATURE PROCLAIMS A DEITY -CHATEAUBRIAND. There is a God! The herbs of the valley, the cedars of the mountain, bless Him; the insect sports in His beam; the bird sings Him in the foliage; the |