"O Father, forgive us our doubting;

The stain from our weak souls efface;
Thou rebukest, we know, but to chasten;
Thy hand has but fallen to hasten
Return to thy grace.

"Let us rise purified from our ashes,
As sinners have risen who grieved;
Let us show that twice-sent desolation,
On every true heart in the nation
Has conquest achieved."

A few of the songs are freighted with a moral, and of these the best ends thus:

"Like a tide our work should rise,

Each later wave the best.
To-day is a king in disguise,
To-day is the special test.

"Like a sawyer's work is life,
The present makes the flaw;
And the only field for strife

Is the nich before the saw."

There is only one more thing to be told about Mr. O'Reilly, and that is, the reason why, for the last few years, his countrymen have seemed to put more faith in him than in anyone else. It is not his poetry or his patriotism that has won him this regard, although both count for much with Irishmen. Higher than genius, more difficult in the tasks that it imposes than devotion to one's country, is the unselfishness that can give up wealth without a hope of reward. And Mr. O'Reilly has shown, and is showing, that he possesses that gift.

When the Pilot fell into his hands and the Archbishop's, its former owner was indebted to hundreds of poor persons, and, having lost all his property, had no hope of paying them. But the prelate and the poet assumed the task, and the profits of the paper, instead of going to its rightful owners, are used for defraying the claims of these poor creditors. Is it any wonder that, throughout the diocese of Boston; the Archbishop is regarded with double reverence, and that next to him, in the hearts and the prayers of the poor, stands John Boyle O'Reilly, the poet ?

the Latin School, from which, in 1825, (having been a medal scholar) he entered Harvard College, in the same class with Oliver Wendell Holmes, the late Judges B. R. Curtis and G. T. Bigelow, James Freeman Clarke, and Chandler Robbins. Josiah Quincy became President of the College in their last

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year. George Ticknor was one of their teachers, and Charles Sumner (1830), John Lothrop Motley and Wendell Phillips (1831) were in the classes next below them. Mr. Smith passed from Cambridge to the Andover Theological Seminary, in the beautiful town of that name. This was an outgrowth of the famous Phillips Academy, at whose centenary, last summer, Dr. Holmes delivered the poem, and about which he and others have, of late years, told such interesting stories. Professor Stuart and his early colleagues in the Seminary were then at the height of their usefulness and fame. In the class above Mr. Smith was the since renowned theologian, Professor Park; in the class that entered next, the late Professor Hackett.

Upon graduating, in 1832, Mr. Smith engaged for a year in editorial labor. He was ordained to the ministry in February, 1834, and went to Waterville, Me., preaching as pastor in the Baptist church, and becoming Professor of Modern Languages in the college there. After eight years thus spent, he moved to the village of Newton Centre, Mass., which has ever since been his home. For seven years he was editor of the "Christian Review," and for twelve years and a half, until July, 1854, he was a pastor there.

During his subsequent residence he has been occu