But the younger, brighter form,
Passed in battle and in storm.

So, whene'er I turn mine eye

Back upon the days gone by,

Saddening thoughts of friends come o'er me, Friends who closed their course before me.

Yet what binds us, friend to friend,
But that soul with soul can blend?
Soul-like were those hours of yore-
Let us walk in soul once more!

Take, O boatman, twice thy fee! -
Take, I give it willingly -
For, invisible to thee,

Spirits twain have crossed with me.

HANNAH BINDING SHOES.

LUCY LARCOM.

POOR lone Hannah,

Sitting at the window, binding shoes!
Faded, wrinkled,

Sitting, stitching, in a mournful muse.
Bright-eyed beauty once was she,
When the bloom was on the tree;

Spring and winter,

Hannah's at the window, binding shoes.

Not a neighbor

Passing, nod or answer will refuse
To her whisper,

"Is there from the fishers any news?" Oh, her heart's adrift with one

On an endless voyage gone ; —
Night and morning,

Hannah's at the window, binding shoes.

Fair young Hannah,

Ben, the sunburnt fisher, gaily woos;
Hale and clever,

For a willing heart and hand he sues.
May-day skies are all aglow,
And the waves are laughing so!
For her wedding

Hannah leaves her window and her shoes.

May is passing;

'Mid the apple-boughs a pigeon coos;
Hannah shudders,

For the mild south-wester mischief brews.
Round the rocks of Marblehead,
Outward bound a schooner sped;
Silent, lonesome,

Hannah's at the window, binding shoes.

'Tis November:

Now no tear her wasted cheek bedews,
From Newfoundland

Not a sail returning will she lose,

Bleak and drear the ragged shore she views, Twenty seasons!

Never one has brought her any news,

Still her dim eyes silently

Chase the white sails o'er the sea;-
Hopeless, faithful,

Hannah's at the window, binding shoes.

HOPE, FAITH, AND LOVE.

FRIEDRICH SCHILLER.

THERE are three lessons I would write
Three words, as with a burning pen,

In tracings of eternal light,

Upon the hearts of men.

Have Hope! Though clouds environ round,
And gladness hides her face in scorn,
Put off the shadow from thy brow-
No night but hath its morn.

Have Faith! Where'er thy bark is driven
The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth —
Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven,
The inhabitants of earth.

Have Love! Not love alone for one;
But man, as man, thy brother call;
And scatter, like the circling sun,
Thy charities on all!

Thus grave these lessons on thy soul

Hope, Faith, and Love-and thou shalt find Strength when life's surges rudest roll, Light when thou else wert blind.

HASTE NOT, REST NOT!

JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOethe.

WITHOUT haste! without rest!
Bind the motto to thy breast;

Bear it with thee as a spell;

Storm or sunshine, guard it well!

Heed not flowers that round thee bloom,

Bear it onward to the tomb!

Haste not! Let no thoughtless deed

Mar for aye the spirit's speed!

Ponder well, and know the right,
Onward then, with all thy might!
Haste not! Years cannot atone
For one reckless action done.

Rest not! Life is sweeping by,
Go and dare before you die;

Something mighty and sublime
Leave behind to conquer time!
Glorious 'tis to live for aye

When these forms have passed away.
Haste not! rest not! calmly wait;
Meekly bear the storms of fate!
Duty be thy polar guide;

Do the right, whate'er betide!
Haste not! rest not! conflicts past,
God shall crown thy work at last.

GALILEO.

EDWARD Everett.

Galileo, the astronomer, for avowing his belief that the earth moves round the sun, was twice persecuted by the Inquisition and compelled to retract his utterances. After his recantation he repeated in a low tone: "It does move."

YES, noble Galileo, thou art right. "It DOES move.' Bigots may make thee recant it, but it moves nevertheless. Yes, the earth moves, and the planets move, and the mighty waters move, and the great sweeping tides of air move, and the empires of men move, and the world of thought moves, ever onward and upward, to higher facts and bolder theories. The Inquisition may seal thy lips, but they can no more stop the progress of the great truths propounded by Copernicus, and demonstrated by thee, than they can stop the revolving earth. Close, now, venerable sage, that sightless, tearful eye : it has seen what man never before saw; it has seen