And yet most glorious words, I ween, Are woven in the song, That breathes from every heart and lip, As sweep those ranks along. That Wrong and Hate, though leagued with Might, And Grief, and Pain, and Wo, Can never crush the True and Right, Those brave hearts joy to know. To each calm, earnest, onward soul, The lofty faith is given, That every flower that fades on earth, Far brighter blooms in Heaven. They know that each encounter stern With Sorrow makes them strong; And cheerily their bold, true hearts, Uplift the glorious song. They joy to know that soon their tents On Time’s dim shore will gleam; That soon their steadfast ranks will stand Beside Death’s sullen stream; That soon from the Eternal Walls Heaven’s silvery chime will sound; And then Life’s myriad victors be With God’s own glory crowned. * * * * * =THE HARVEST OF GOLD.= Three years ago, one Mr. Smith, a gentleman engaged in iron-works in Australia, made his appearance at the Government House, Sydney, with a lump of gold. He offered, for a large sum of money, to point out where he had got it, and where more was to be found in abundance. The Government, however, thinking that this might be no more than a device, and that the lump produced might, in reality, have come from California, declined to buy a gold field in the dark, but advised Mr. Smith to unfold his tale, and leave his payment to the liberality of Government. This Mr. Smith refused to do, and there the matter ended. On the third of April, 1851, Mr. Hargraves, who had recently returned from California, addressed the Government, stating that the result of his experience in that country had led him to expect gold in Australia; that the results of his exploring had been highly satisfactory; and that for the sum of five hundred pounds he would point out the precious districts. The same answer was returned that had disposed of Mr. Smith, but with an opposite effect; for Mr. Hargraves declaring himself “satisfied to leave the remuneration for his discovery to the liberal consideration of Government,” at once named the districts, which were Lewis Ponds, Summer-Hill Creek, and Macquarie River, in Bathurst and Wellington—the present Ophir. Mr. Hargraves was directed to place himself at once in communication with the Government Surveyor.