BEAR ON! Kind Nature hath a sympathizing tone For every mood of human joy or pain. Sad heart from humblest flower may courage gain, Daring the storm with smiling brow alone! The “brave old oak,” around whose head have blown A hundred winters, still maintains his place; The hoary cliff uprears his storm-scar’d face Tho’ round his base the wrecks of Time are strown; The stars shine on as at their birth they shone; The glorious sun runs his immortal race: Faint spirit! bowed ’neath Life’s o’erburdening ills, Lift up thine eye to Heaven’s eternal scope, Look out upon the everlasting hills, And see a firm foundation still for Hope! S. S. * * * * * THE SPANISH STUDENT. BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. What’s done we partly may compute, But know not what’s resisted. Burns. (Continued from page 113.) ACT THE SECOND. Scene I.—_Preciosa’s Chamber. Morning. Preciosa and Angelica._ _Pre._ Why will you go so soon? Stay yet awhile. The poor too often turn away unheard From hearts that shut against them, with a sound That will be heard in Heaven. Pray tell me more Of your adversities. Keep nothing from me. What is your landlord’s name? _Ang._ The Count of Lara. _Pre._ The Count of Lara? O beware that man! Mistrust his pity—hold no parley with him! And rather die an outcast in the streets Than touch his gold. _Ang._ You know him, then! _Pre._ As much As any woman may, and yet be pure. As you would keep your name without a blemish, Beware of him! _Ang._ Alas! what can I do? I cannot choose my friends. Each word of kindness, Come whence it may, is welcome to the poor. _Pre._ Make me your friend. A girl so young and fair Should have no friends, but those of her own sex. What is your name? _Ang._ Angelica. _Pre._ That name Was given you, that you might be an angel To her who bore you! When your infant smile Made her home Paradise, you were her angel. O be an angel still. She needs that smile. So long as you are innocent, fear nothing. No one can harm you! I am a poor girl, Whom chance has taken from the public streets. I have no other shield than my own virtue. That is the charm which has protected me! Amid a thousand perils, I have worn it Here in my heart! It is my guardian angel! _Ang._ (_rising._) I thank you for this counsel, dearest lady! _Pre._ Thank me by following it. _Ang._ Indeed I will. _Pre._ Pray do not go. I have much more to say. _Ang._ My mother is alone. I dare not leave her.