Out of darkness and toil and danger Into the light of victory's day, Help to the weak, and home to the stranger, Freedom to all, she hath held her way! Now Europe's orphans rest Upon her mother-breast. The voices of nations are heard in the cheers That shall cast upon her New love and honor, And crown her the Queen of a Hundred Years! North and South, we are met as brothers; East and West, we are wedded as one; Right of each shall secure our mother's; Child of each is her faithful son. We give thee heart and hand, Our glorious native land, For battle has tried thee, and time endears. We will write thy story, And keep thy glory As pure as of old for a Thousand Years! MAN SUPERIOR. HENRY DAVID THOREAU, American author and naturalist. Born in Concord, Mass., 1817; died in 1862. From his "Excursions" (1863). By permission of Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Publishers, Boston. If the moon looks larger here than in Europe, probably the sun looks larger also. If the heavens of America appear infinitely higher and the stars brighter, I trust that these facts are symbolical of the height to which the philosophy and poetry and religion of her inhabitants may one day soar. At length, perchance, the immaterial heaven will appear as much higher to the American mind, and the intimations that star it, as much brighter. For I believe that climate does thus react on man, as there is something in the mountain air that feeds the spirit and inspires. Will not man grow to greater perfection intellectually as well as physically under these influences? Or is it unimportant how many foggy days there are in his life? I trust that we shall be more imaginative, that our thoughts will be clearer, fresher, and more ethereal, as our sky; our understanding more comprehensive and broader, like our plains; our intellect generally on a grander scale, like our thunder and lightning, our rivers, and mountains, and forests, and our hearts shall even correspond in breadth and depth and grandeur to our inland seas. Else to what end does the world go on, and why was America discovered? AMERICAN SCENERY. WILLIAM TUDOR, an American _litterateur_. Born at Boston in 1779; died, 1830.