Scaring the whip-po-wills among the trees "See the Yankees Leave the hill, With baggernetts declining, And leather aprons shining. "See the Yankees-Whoa! Why, what is that?" Said Abel, staring like a cat, As, slowly, on the fearful figure strode "My conscience! what a suit of clothes! by the powers of gin, Hallo! friend, what's your name Then hearken, while your fate I now declare. But you'll not hurt me, and I'll tell you why: Or bad, that's understood, And be you good or evil, I am sure That I'm secure. If a good spirit, I am safe. If evil, And I don't know but you may be the Devil,- OPPORTUNITY FOR WORK.-Geo. R. Russell. EXAMPLES of greatness and goodness before us, bid us work, and the changing present offers ample opportunity. Around us, everywhere, the new crowds aside the old. Improvement steps by seeming perfection. Discovery upsets theories and clouds over established systems. The usages of one generation become matters of tradition, for the amuse ment of the next. Innovation rises on the site of homes reverenced for early associations. Science can scarcely keep pace with the names of publications, qualifying or abrogating the past. Machinery becomes old iron, as its upstart suocessor usurps its place. The new ship dashes scornfully by the naval prodigy of last year, and the steamer laughs at them both. The railroad engine, as it rushes by the crumbling banks of the canal, screams out its mockery at the barge rotting piecemeal. The astronomer builds up his hypothesis, and is comforting himself among the nebula, when invention comes to the rescue; the gigantic telescope points upward, and lo! the raw material of which worlds are manufactured becomes the centres of systems blazing in the infinite heavens, and the defeated theorizer retreats into space, with his speculations, to be again routed, when human ingenuity shall admit us one hair-breadth further into creation. There is no effort of science or art that may not be exceeded; no depth of philosophy that cannot be deeper sounded; no flight of imagination that may not be passed by strong and soaring wing. All nature is full of unknown things; earth, air, water, the fathomless ocean, the limitless sky, lie almost untouched before us. What has hitherto given prosperity and distinction, has not been more open to others than to us; to no one, past or present, more than to the student going forth from the school-room to-morrow. Let not, then, the young man sit with folded hands, calling on Hercules. Thine own arm is the demigod. It was given thee to help thyself. Go forth into the world trustful, but fearless. Exalt thine adopted calling or profession. Look on labor as honorable, and dignify the task before thee, whether it be in the study, office, counting-room, work-shop, or furrowed field. There is an equality in all, and the resolute will and pure heart may ennoble either. THE BACHELOR'S SOLILOQUY. To wed; or not to wed; that is the question:- The slings and sorrows of that blind young archer; And, at the altar, end them. To woo-to wed- For who would bear the quips and jeers of friends, The vacant hearth, the solitary cell, Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, COLONEL HALPINE'S POEM, READ AT THE FOUND ING OF THE GETTYSBURG MONUMENT. As men beneath some pang of grief, Clear, passion-warm, complete and brief No fitting words our lips can reach; Surpasses all the art of speech! To-day a nation meets to build Who, living, formed her sword and shield, An emblem of our grief as well Which here for marbled memory strives; On southern hill-sides, parched and brown, The brothers of the gallant band Who here poured life through throbbing veins, Around the closing eyes of all, The same red glories glared and flew; The foeman's yell, our answering cheer, Blithe cries from comrades, tried and dear, Now closer, denser, grows the strife, New raptures waken in the breast, C* Still stubbornly contest their ground; To take the place of shattered waves; Night falls at length with pitying veil, A moonlit silence, deep and fresh. These upturned faces, stained and pale, Vainly the chill night dews assail; Far colder than the dews their flesh. And flickering far, through brush and wood Go searching parties, torch in hand. Seize if you can some rest and food, At dawn the fight will be renewed, "Sleep on arms!" the hushed command. They talk in whispers as they lie In line, these rough and weary men. "Dead or but wounded?" then a sigh; 66 No coffin either?" "Guess will try To get those two guns back again." "We've five flags to their one, oho!" "That bridge! 'Twas not there as we passed "The Colonel dead? It can't be so. Wounded, badly, that I know, 16 But he kept saddle to the last." Be sure to send it if I fall;" "Any tobacco? Bill, have you?" 66 A brown-hair'd, blue-eyed, laughing doll;" "Good-night, boys, and God keep you all." “What, sound asleep? Guess I'll sleep too.” Aye, just about this hour they pray For dad." "Stop talking, pass the word;" Which thousands will but be next day, Oh! men, to whom this sketch, though rude, Oh! widow, hugging close your brood, |