I show Columbia, of the rocks
Which dip their foot in the seas,
And soar to the air-borne flocks

Of clouds, and the boreal fleece.

I will divide my goods,

Call in the wretch and slave; None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have.

I will have never a noble,

No lineage counted great: Fishers, and choppers, and ploughmen, Shall constitute a State.

Go, cut down trees in the forest,

And trim the straightest boughs;

Cut down trees in the forest,

And build me a wooden house.

Call the people together,

The young men and the sires, The diggers in the harvest-field, Hireling, and him that hires;

And here, in a pine state-house,
They shall choose men to rule
In every needful faculty--

In Church, and State, and School.

Lo, now if these poor men

Can govern the land and sea,

And make just laws below the sun,
As planets faithful be.

And ye shall succour men;

"Tis nobleness to serve: Help them who cannot help again; Beware from right to swerve.

I break your bonds and masterships,
And I unchain the slave;

Free be his heart and hand henceforth,

As wind and wandering wave.

I cause from every creature

His proper good to flow: So much as he is and doeth,

So much he shall bestow;

But, laying his hand on another,
To coin his labour and sweat,
He goes in pawn to his victim,
For eternal years in debt.

Pay ransom to the owner,

And fill the bag to the brim. Who is the owner? The Slave is owner, And ever was. Pay him.

O North! give him beauty for rags,

And honour, O South! for his shame; Nevada! coin thy golden crags

With Freedom's image and name.

Up! and the dusky race

That sat in darkness longBe swift their feet as antelopes, And as Behemoth strong.

Come East, and West, and North,
By races, as snow-flakes,
And carry my purpose forth,

Which neither halts nor shakes.

My will fulfilled shall be,

For, in daylight or in dark, My thunderbolt has eyes to see His way home to the mark.

DO THE THING WELL.

o the thing well, whatever you do!

Or darning a stocking, or cobbling a shoe, Or cleaning a drain, or sweeping the street,Do the thing well, and do it complete.

Ever remember that honour is won

Less by what is, than how it is done;
Noble natures ennoble the homeliest toil,
Love filling their labours with sunshine the while.

Do the thing well, and do with your might,
Whate'er comes to hand that's useful and right;
We grow up beyond what is worthily wrought,-
Mean labour sinks down to a meaner thought.

Shrink not from hardship; the faint heart that cowers
From facing the wind, or meeting the showers,
Can never grow up to that sturdy strength
The brave-hearted win from their labours at length.

Never grudge labour;-painstaking still,

In giving the finish, gaineth the skill:
Our future grows up from the tiniest seeds
Scattered around us in every-day deeds.

The Present weaves up from the acts of to-day,
Habits that cleave to our life all the way;
The shackles that bind us for many a year,
We rivet on willingly now, and here.

In the Future, the spirit may struggle in vain
To rend itself loose from the galling chain;
The slothful man's lion, that lurks in our path,
If we flee from him now, may hunt us to death.

He who is faithful in little, we know,

Up to the height of a kingdom shall grow;

While he who stands trifling, 'mid life's little things,

All his wealth flits away upon vanity's wings.

Then, Youth in thy freedom, and Strength in thy power, Chain now to thy service the swift-passing hour:

Fix it a gem in thy future's fair crown,

By faithfulness make every moment thine own.

B. H. F.

A FAULT CONFESSED.

BY JOHN CRITCHLEY PRINCE.

FAULT confessed is half redressed,--
A simple saying, brief and wise,
For the dear truth is ever best,
If truth without disguise.
If in a weak and angry hour

We utter bitter words and strong,
Oh let us strive with all our power
To rectify the wrong.

If we attempt to mar and stain

A fellow-being's peace and name, What does our selfish spirit gain But fretfulness and shame? Remember, that we but distress

Another's quiet and our own: Then let us hasten to confess, And if we can, atone.

But there are words breath'd in the dark, More baneful still than careless speech;'Tis when we single out a mark

That secret spite may reach :

An arrow from an unseen hand

Is winged to wound some guiltless breast; And who can such a foe withstand, Hidden and unconfessed?

GOD judgeth justly, and will bring
Grief for the mischief that we do;

We cannot do an evil thing

But we shall suffer too.

Then let us lay the bosom bare,

Before the injured one and Heaven,

And in a gush of heartfelt prayer,

Confess, and be forgiven.

London: FRED. PITMAN, 20, Paternoster Row, E.C. Printed by J. WARD, Dewsbury.

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HE influence of women on society and the world, is a fertile theme. I think there are few who are aware of woman's power for good or evil: sure I am, that women themselves are not aware of what they might do if they would, to elevate, civilise, and christianise the world. Their influence is all the more powerful, because quiet, gentle, and often hidden: it is not the noisy and the exciting elements in nature that are the most powerful. The lightningflash that refts the rocks, or fells the trees, and whose bursting gives us the grand roar of the pealing thunder, is not the mightiest influence in the world. No. The sun, whose gentle rays falling on a wintry world, wakes it up to all the beauties of spring, makes the buds open, the sap rise from the roots, and extend to the farthest branch of our tallest trees, is more powerful than the lightning. The oxygen that attacks the most substantial building, and at last lays the proudest castle in the dust, works quietly and noiselessly, but it is more powerful than the lightning, the earthquake, or the ocean in a storm and so woman's influence, quiet, unobtrusive, often silent and hidden, is one of the mightiest agencies in the hands of GOD, for the advancement of truth, and the good of humanity. I am convinced that the power of women for good has yet to be learnt and acknowledged by the church and the world; and if the few biographical sketches I shall give you to-night, should lead one lady, young or old, to feel her power, and prepare to use that power for good, I shall not have spoken

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