The Christian--patriot--hero--sage! The chief from heaven in mercy sent; His deeds are written on the age-- His country is his monument. "The sword of Gideon and the Lord" Was mighty in his mighty hand-- The God who guided he adored, And with His blessing freed the land. The first in war--the first in peace-- The first in hearts that freeman own; Unparalleled till time shall cease-- He lives immortal and alone. Yet let the rock-hewn tower arise, High to the pathway of the sun, And speak to the approving skies Our gratitude to Washington. The Sister's Appeal. A Fragment. * * * * * * * * You remember--don't you, brother-- In our early years, The counsels of our poor, dear mother, And her hopes and fears? She told us to love one another-- Brother, dry your tears! We are only two, dear brother, In his babel wide! In the churchyard sleeps poor mother, By our father's side!-- Then let us cherish one another Till in death we bide. * * * * * * * * Song of the Reapers. Joyous the carol that rings in the mountains, While the cleared vales are refreshed by the fountains-- After the harvest the cheerful notes fall, And all the glad reapers re-echo the call! La ra la la, &c. Oh, how the heart bounds at that simple refrain! Dear haunts of my childhood, I'm with you again! Green be your valleys, enriched by the rills, And long may that carol be sung on your hills! La ra la la, &c. Walter Gay. To know a man well, it is said, Walter Gay, On shipboard with him you should be: If this maxim's true, then well I know you, For we sailed together the sea, Walter Gay, For we sailed together the sea. I now watch the star from the strand, Walter Gay, As oft from the surge I did then: Like that all alone you sparkled and shone, The clear northern star among men, Walter Gay, The clear northern star among men! May your future course, like the past, Walter Gay, From wreck and misfortune be free: your sorrows and care fade into the air, Or vanish like foam on the sea, Walter Gay, Or vanish like foam on the sea! The friendship that's formed on the wave, Walter Gay, Is deeper than plummet may sound: That can not decay till we lose our way, Or death runs the vessel aground, Walter Gay, Or death runs the vessel aground! When life's voyage ends, may your bark, Walter Gay Spread sail like the wings of a dove-- And, when lulls the wind, safe anchorage find Within the good harbor above, Walter Gay, Within the good harbor above! Grounds for Divorce. He. What can a man do when a woman's perverse, And determined to have her own way? She. At the altar you took me for better or worse: Am I worse than you took me for--say, Silly elf?-- Am I worse than you took me for, say? He.