In days gone by I sought the hallowed | See where the stealthy panther left his

ground; Climbed yon long slope; the sacred spot As fierce, as stealthy creeps the skulk.

Yet feel your birthright tingling in my To smite the pine that shows a hundred

Mine are this changing prospect's sun His features? — something in his look I find

In full-blown summer's bridal pomp That calls the semblance of my race to mind.

arrayed; Mine these fair hillsides and the vales His name?- my own; and that which

Mine the sweet streams that lend their The same that once the loved disciple brightening green; bore.

I breathed your air the sunlit land- Young, brave, discreet, the father of a line Whose voiceless lives have found a voice

In long procession shadowy forms arise;
Far through the vista of the silent years
I see a venturous band; the pioneers,
Who let the sunlight through the for- The boys are men; the girls, grown tall

Who bade the harvest wave, the garden Have found their mates; a gravestone here and there

Hark! loud resounds the bare-armed Tells where the fathers lie; the silvered hair

A FAMILY RECORD.

317 Of some bent patriarch yet recalls the With searching eye; each wonted face time That saw his feet the northern hillside Asks heavenly guidance; finds the chap

climb,

A pilgrim from the pilgrims far away,

The godly men, the dwellers by the bay.

On many a hearthstone burns the cheer

ful fire;

The schoolhouse porch, the heavenward pointing spire

Proclaim in letters every eye can read, Knowledge and Faith, the new world's simple creed.

Hush! 't is the Sabbath's silence

stricken morn :

he meets;

ter's place

That tells some tale of Israel's stubborn

race;

Gives out the sacred song; afl voices join,

For no quartette extorts their scanty coin ;

Then while both hands their blackgloved palms display,

Lifts his gray head, and murmurs "Let us pray!"

And pray he does! as one that never fears

No feet must wander through the tas- To plead unanswered by the God that

No merry children laugh around the What if he dwells on many a fact as

No idle playthings strew the sanded Some things Heaven knew not which it

Man in his strength and age with See how the Deacon slants his listening

The toil-worn mother with the child The hinted outlines of a well-known

The maiden, lovely in her golden Not those the lips for laughter to beguile, Yet round their corners lurks an embryo

beads,

And still in ceaseless round the sea- The same his own. Well, Israel's glosons passed; rious king Spring piped her carol; Autumn blew Who struck the harp could also whirl his blast; the sling, Babes waxed to manhood; manhood Breathe in his song a penitential sigh And smite the sons of Amalek hip and thigh:

shrunk to age;

Life's worn-out players tottered off the

stage;

The few are many; boys have grown to

men

Since Putnam dragged the wolf from

Pomfret's den;

These shared their task; one deaconed
out the psalm,

One slashed the scalping hell-hounds of
Montcalm;

The praying father's pious work is done,

Our new-old Woodstock is a thriving Now sword in hand steps forth the

town;

Brave are her children; faithful to the

crown;

fighting son.

On many a field he fought in wilds afar;

Her soldiers' steel the savage redskin See on his swarthy cheek the bullet's

Their blood has crimsoned his Canadian There hangs a murderous tomahawk;

Save for the stroke his trasty weapon dealt

His scalp had dangled at their owner's belt;

But not for him such fate; he lived to see The bloodier strife that made our nation free,

To serve with willing toil, with skilful hand,

The war-worn saviors of the bleeding land.

In proud array a martial band is seen;
You know what names those ancient His wasting life to others' needs he

Whose belts were buckled when the Sought rest in home and found it in the drum-beat rolled,

grave.

But mark their Captain! tell us, who See where the stones life's brief memois he? rials keep,

On his brown face that same old look I The tablet telling where he "fell on

Yes! from the homestead's still retreat Watched by a winged cherub's rayless

Whose peaceful owner bore the Psalm- A scroll above that says we all must

A FAMILY RECORD.

Those saddening lines beneath, the Art thou not with me, as I fondly trace The scanty records of thine honored

The scholar son in those remembered And spell the legend of each slanted

Art thou not with me as my feet pursue
The village paths so well thy boyhood Still to my lips thy cherished name re-

Along the tangled margin of the stream Could I but feel thy gracious presence Whose murmurs blended with thine in

Here stood thy home, -the memory- No

Whose waters quench a deeper thirst On thy cold forehead with my long

Changed at my lips to sacramental Now from the margin of the silent sea,

FIRST VERSES.

PHILLIPS ACADEMY, ANDOVER, MASS., 1824 OR 1825.

TRANSLATION FROM THE ÆNEID, - Book 1.

THE god looked out upon the troubled deep
Waked into tumult from its placid sleep;
The flame of anger kindles in his eye
As the wild waves ascend the lowering sky;
He lifts his head above their awful height
And to the distant fleet directs his sight,
Now borne aloft upon the billow's crest,
Struck by the bolt or by the winds oppressed,
And well he knew that Juno's vengeful ire

Frowned from those clouds and sparkled in that fire.

On rapid pinions as they whistled by

He calls swift Zephyrus and Eurus nigh:

Is this your glory in a noble line

To leave your confines and to ravage mine?
Whom I - but let these troubled waves subside
Another tempest and I'll quell your pride!
Go bear our message to your master's ear,
That wide as ocean I am despot here;
Let him sit monarch in his barren caves,
I wield the trident and control the waves !
He said, and as the gathered vapors break
The swelling ocean seemed a peaceful lake;
To lift their ships the graceful nymphs essayed
And the strong trident lent its powerful aid;
The dangerous banks are sunk beneath the main,
And the light chariot skims the unruffled plain.
As when sedition fires the public mind,
And maddening fury leads the rabble blind,
The blazing torch lights up the dread alarm,

Rage points the steel and fury nerves the arm,

Then, if some reverend sage appear in sight,

They stand they gaze, and check their headlong flight, -
He turns the current of each wandering breast

And hushes every passion into rest,

Thus by the power of his imperial arm

The boiling ocean trembled into calm ;

With flowing reins the father sped his way
And smiled serene upon rekindled day.