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WHERE ARE THE COPPERHEADS?

Go look upon the battle-field,
Where shot and shell fly, fast-
Where Freedom's stirring battle-cry
Is heard upon the blast:
Go where the lifted sabres flash,
And fall on traitor's crests,
Where Southern bayonets are dim

With blood from Northern breasts:
Go search amid the loyal ranks—
Among the glorious dead-
Among them all you will not find
A single copperhead.

Go search the gunboat's bloody deck
When the dread conflict's done ;
The traitor's banner in the dust,
And silenced every gun;
While o'er the hard-won ramparts floats
Our flag, yet, oh! what pain,
'Neath that dear flag since morning light
How many have been slain !
Among the heroes of the fight,
The living and the dead-

Go search among them-there is not
A single copperhead.

Go search the crowded hospital,

Where ghastly wounds are seen,

Which tell through what a struggle fierce
Those noble men have been ;
But look upon their faces, lo!

They smile through all their pain;
The scars they bear were nobly won-
Their honor has no stain.

Soft hands are ministering-kind words
Are heard around each bed;
Some soothe, some suffer, all are true-
There is no copperhead.

Go where the look can scarce conceal
The treason of the heart,
And where the tongue would willingly
Defend the traitor's part:
Where Seymour, Wood, and Voorhees are
Deemed patriotic men:

Go where they wish Vallandigham
Were safely back again :
Go where desertion is no crime-

Where loyalty is dead-
Where sad disaster gives no pain :
There is the copperhead.

Go where foul scorn is heaped upon
Our noble boys, who go

To stand a wall of fire between

Us and our traitor foe;

Go where bold Grant's revilers are-
Where Burnside is defamed:

Where Banks and Butler-noble names !—
In scorn alone are named:

Go where true patriotic pride,

Honor and truth are dead

Where our success brings but despair;
There is the copperhead.

-Harper's Weekly.

THE LAND'S END.

BY THE DEAN OF CANTERBURY.

THIS world of wonders, where our lot is cast, Hath far more ends than one. A man may stand

On the bluff rocks that stretch from Sennen

church,

And watch the rude Atlantic hurling in
The mighty billows,-thus his land may end.

Another lies with gasping breath, and sees
The mightier billows of Eternity
Dashing upon the outmost rocks of life;
And his Land's End is near.

And so, one day,

Will the Lord's flock, close on Time's limit, stand
On the last headland of the travelled world,
And watch, like sun-streak on the ocean's waste,
His advent drawing nigh.

Thus shall the church
Her Land's End reach and then may you and we,
Dear Cornish friends, once more in company,
Look out upon the glorious realms of hope,
And find the last of earth,-the first of God.
-Macmillan's Magazine.

LEAD US, O FATHER! LEAD us, O Father! in the paths of peace; Without Thy guiding hand we go astray, And doubts appall and torrows still increase, Lead us, through Christ, the true and living Way.

Lead us, O Father! in the paths of truth;

Unhelped by Thee, in Error's maze we grope, While passion stains and folly dims our youth, And age comes on uncheered by faith or hope. Lead us, O Father! in the paths of right.

Blindly we stumble when we walk alone, Involved in shadows of a moral night;

Only with Thee we journey safely on.

Lead us, O Father! to thy heavenly rest,
However steep and rough the path may be,
Through joy or sorrow, as Thou deemest best,
Until our lives are perfected in Thee.
W. H. BURLEIGH.

-Christian Inquirer.

WARNING.

WIND the clock-it striketh ten ;
Heed the alarum, fools and sages,
Clicking out the lives of men-

Marching down the road of ages.

Soon the "eleventh hour" will chime,
Stilling all the wheels of men.
Lay new hold of life and time-

Wind the clock-it striketh ten?

NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD.

IN GOD'S HAND.

OH! chant a requiem for the brave, the brave "Go to, then! henceforth it shall no longer vex

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POETRY.-Here is my Heart, 578. First Metric Lesson, 578.

SHORT ARTICLES.-Tents of Kedar, 589. English Neutrality, 589. Vitality of Seeds, 596. Prof. Lane and his Arabic Lexicon.

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Here is my heart--surely the gift, though poor,
My God will not despise ;

Vainly and long I sought to make it pure,
To meet thy searching eyes;

Corrupted once in Adam's fall,

The stains of sin pollute it all-
My guilty heart!

Here is my heart-my heart so sad before,
Now by Thy grace made meet;

Yet bruised and wearied, it can only pour
les anguish at Thy feet;

It groans beneath the weight of sin,
It sighs Salvation's joy to win--
My mourning heart.

Here is my heart-in Christ its longings end,
Near to the cross it draws;

It says,

"Thou art my portion, O my Friend! Thy blood my ransom was. And in the Saviour it has found

What blessedness and peace abound—
My trusting heart,

Here is my heart-ah! Holy Spirit, come,
Its nature to renew,

And consecrate it wholly as thy home,
A temple fair and true.

Teach it to love and serve Thee more,
To fear Thee, trust Thee, and adore-
My cleansed heart!

Here is my heart-it trembles to draw near
The glory of Thy throne;

Give it the shining robe Thy servants wear,
Of righteousness Thine own;

Its pride and folly chase away,

And Thou art wise, and just and true-
My waiting heart!

Here is my heart-O Friend of friends, be near
To make the tempter fly;

And when my latest foe I wait with fear,

Give me the victory

Gladly on Thy love reposing,

Let me say, when life is closing,

"Here is my heart!"

FIRST METRIC LESSON.
BY SCHOOLMASTER PUNCH.
LENGTH.

COME, you little British blockhead,
Come you here and stand by me,
And your blockhead shall be knocked
If you don't attend, you see.

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From The British Quarterly Review. 1. Bacon's Essays and Colors of Good and Evil. With Notes and Glossarial Index. By W. Aldis Wright, M.A. Second Edition. Macmillan and Co. 2. Bacon's Essays. With Annotations. By Richard Whately, D.D., Archbishop of Dublin. Fifth Edition. Parker and Son.

For more than two centuries these essays have been popular among thoughtful practical men. Archbishop Whately by his admirable edition introduced them to a larger circle of readers, and his annotations formed, as it were, a precious setting for those jewels of rare value.

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The ten essays printed in 1597 had been written long before that time, and had been read in manuscript by many of the author's friends, having been circulated long before their publication, as were the Sonnets of Shakspeare, Sir Philip Sidney's" Arcadia" and "Defence of Poesie," and the poems of Sir Walter Raleigh. They had thus become widely known; thoughts were borrowed from them, and words stolen; and at length some bookseller was about to print them without With those annotations Mr. Wright's the leave of their author, who therefore, in Notes do not enter into competition: they order to prevent "the wrong they might rehave an object entirely different; namely, to ceive by untrue copies, or by some garnishafford evidence of the patient, careful labor ment, which it might please any that should and oft-repeated revision, bestowed by Fran- set them forth to bestow upon them," himcis Bacon upon the essays, and to show how self directed their publication as they had he wove them into the best of ancient prov-passed from his pen, though without the furerbs, and his own wisest thoughts and weight-ther revision and the additions which he had iest words. intended.

The first edition of the essays seems to The name by which he called them was have been published in the beginning of the new in English speech. He may have bormonth of February, 1596-7. "The Epistle rowed it from Montaigne, whose "Essais " Dedicatorie," addressed by Francis Bacon had been first printed at Bordeaux in 1580, "to M. Anthony Bacon, his deare brother," about which time Anthony Bacon was lodgis dated" from my Chamber at Graies Inne, ing in that town. The word " " had essay this 30. of Januarie, 1597." But on the not then the meaning, which it has since actitle-page of a copy in the British Museum quired, of a finished, though brief, treatise or is a note written by the first purchaser of the dissertation. Pronounced always with the volume: "Septimo die ffebrurye 39 E. (I paid accent on the last syllable, it signified only a xx pence)." The reign of Elizabeth com- trial or attempt. "Franciscus Baconus in menced on the 17th November, 1558, and tentamentis suis Ethico-politicis is the February, 39 Eliz., would therefore be Feb-phrase used in a Latin letter, dated the 14th ruary, 1596-7. The book, a small, thin July, 1619, quoted by Mr. Aldis Wright in octavo, is entitled, " Essayes: Religious his Preface. In the Dedication to Prince Meditations: Places of perswasion and dis- Henry, intended to have been prefixed to the swasion.' It contains ten essays, " 1, Of second edition, published in 1612, Sir Francis Studie; 2, Of Discourse; 3, Of Ceremonies Bacon styles his work "certain brief notes, and Respects: 4, Of Followers and Friends; set down rather significantly than curiously, 5, Sutors; 6, Of Expence; 7, of Regiment of which I have called Essaies," and adds, "The Health; 8, Of Honour and Reputation; 9, word is late, but the thing is ancient. For Of Faction; 10, Of Negociating." Seneca's Epistles to Lucilius, if one mark The 66 Religious Meditations" them well, are but Essaies; that is, dispersed Latin. With the tenth Meditation, entitled meditations, though conveyed in the form of "De Atheismo," very nearly corresponds the Epistles." But the title soon became popuEnglish Essay, "Of Atheism," first printed lar, and the name Essayists," is applied in 1612. The "Places of perswasion and by Ben Jonson, in his " Discoveries," to a disswasion" are entitled, "Of the Coulers class of writers whose master, he says, is of Good and Evill: a Fragment, ," and are Montaigne. generally known by this name. They were afterwards translated into Latin, with some

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