horses of fire! "Then shall the strong man be as tow, and the maker of it as a spark; and they shall both burn together, and none shall quench them." ROBERT HALL. CXXXVI. THE TOUCHSTONE. A I. MAN there came, whence none could tell, And tested all things in the land By its unerring spell. II. Quick birth of transmutation smote III. Of heir-loom jewels, prized so much, Crumbled beneath its touch. IV. Then angrily the people cried, "The loss outweighs the profit far; Our goods suffice us as they are; We will not have them tried." V. And since they could not so avail They seized him, saying, "Let him test VI. But though they slew him with the sword, And in the fire his Touchstone burned, VII. And when, to stop all future harm, W. ALLINGHAM. CXXXVII. DEDICATION OF GETTYSBURG CEMETERY. NOURSCORE and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation-or any nation so conceived and so dedicated-can long endure. 2. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We are met to dedicate a portion of it as the final resting-place of those who have given their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. 3. But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow, this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our power to add or to detract. The world will very little note nor long remember what we say here; but it can never forget what they did here. 4. It is for us, the living, rather, to be dedicated, here, to the unfinished work that they have thus far so nobly carried on. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us; that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that the nation shall, under God, have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. ABRAHAM LINCOLN. CXXXVIII.-MONT BLANC BEFORE SUNRISE. H I. AST thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy bald, awful head, O sovereign Blanc! The Arvé and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form, II. O dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody,— So sweet we know not we are listening to it,— Thou, the mean while wast blending with my thought, Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing-there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven. III. Awake, my soul! not only passive praise IV. Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the vale! Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink,- V. And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad! Your strength, your speed, your fury and your joy, And who commanded,—and the silence came,"Here let the billows stiffen and have rest"? VI. Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven "God!" let the torrents, like a shout of nations, "God!" sing, ye meadow streams, with gladsome voice VIII. Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost! Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain storm! Utter forth "God!" and fill the hills with praise! IX. Thou too, hoar mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Slow traveling, with dim eyes suffused with tears, To rise before me,-rise, oh, ever rise! S. T. COLERIDGE. ENC CXXXIX.-SPEECH AND SILENCE. E who speaks honestly cares not, needs not care, though his words be preserved to remotest time. The dishonest speaker, not he only who purposely utters falsehoods, but he who does not purposely, and with sincere heart, utter Truth, and Truth alone; who babbles he knows not what, and has clapped no bridle on his tongue, but lets it run racket, ejecting chatter and futility,-is among the most indisputable malefactors omitted, or inserted, in the Criminal Calendar. 2. To him that will well consider it, idle speaking is precisely the beginning of all Hollowness, Halfness, Infidelity (want of Faithfulness); the genial atmosphere in which rank weeds of every kind attain the mastery over noble |