In the minister’s morning sermon He had told of the primal fall, And how thenceforth the wrath of… Rested on each and all. And how of His will and pleasure,

INSCRIBED TO ROBERT C… Fold her, O Father, in Thine arm… And let her henceforth be A messenger of love between Our human hearts and Thee.

From pain and peril, by land and m… The shipwrecked sailor came back a… And like one from the dead, the th… Of his wondering home, that had mo… Where he sat once more with his ki…

Still sits the school-house by the… A ragged beggar sleeping; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry-vines are creeping. Within, the master’s desk is seen,

LONGFELLOW. WITH a glory of winter sunshine Over his locks of gray, In the old historic mansion He sat on his last birthday;

Type of two mighty continents!—com… The strength of Europe with the w… Of Asian song and prophecy,—the s… Of Orient splendors over Northern… Who shall receive him? Who, unblu…

Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growin… The solemn vista to the tomb Must know henceforth another shado… And give another cypress room. In love surpassing that of brother…

Up and down the village streets Strange are the forms my fancy mee… For the thoughts and things of to-… And through the veil of a closed l… The ancient worthies I see again

O dearest bloom the seasons know, Flowers of the Resurrection blow, Our hope and faith restore; And through the bitterness of deat… And loss and sorrow, breathe a bre…

FOR DOROTHEA L. DIX. Stranger and traveller, Drink freely and bestow A kindly thought on her Who bade this fountain flow,

THE age is dull and mean. Men cr… Not walk; with blood too pale and… To pay the debt they owe to shame; Buy cheap, sell dear; eat, drink,… Down-pillowed, deaf to moaning wan…

Last night, just as the tints of a… Of sunset faded from our hills and… I sat, vague listening, lapped in… To the leaf’s rustle, and the cric… Then, like that basket, flush with…

WITH COPIES OF THE A… Friend of mine! whose lot was cast With me in the distant past; Where, like shadows flitting fast, Fact and fancy, thought and theme,

As o’er his furrowed fields which… Beneath a coldly dropping sky, Yet chill with winter’s melted sno… The husbandman goes forth to sow, Thus, Freedom, on the bitter blas…

IT was late in mild October, and… Had left the summer harvest-fields… The first sharp frosts had fallen,… With the hues of summer’s rainbow,… Through a thin, dry mist, that mor…