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flatter a minister or a monarch; be
haughty, be humble, threaten, repent,
weep, grasp your hand, or stab you
whenever he saw occasion-but yet
those of the army who knew him best
and had suffered most from him, admired
him most of all; and as he rode along the
lines to battle, or galloped up in the nick
of time to a battalion reeling from the
enemy's charge or shot, the fainting men
and officers got new courage as they saw
the splendid calm of his face, and felt
that his will made them irresistible.
After the great victory of Blenheim, the
enthusiasm of the army for the duke,
even of his bitterest personal enemies
in it, amounted to a sort of rage: nay,
the very officers who cursed him in their
hearts were among the most frantic to
cheer him. Who could refuse his meed of
admiration to such a victory and such a
victor? Not he who writes: a man may
profess to be ever so much a philosopher,
but he who fought on that day must feel
a thrill of pride as he recalls it.

-William M. Thackeray.

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HERE is, finally, a philosophic piety which has the universe for its object. This feeling, common to ancient and

doing things, not wholly rational nor ideally best, but patient, fatal, and fruitful. Great is this organism of mud and fire, terrible this vast, painful, glorious experiment. Why should we not look on the universe with piety? Is it not our substance? Are we made of other clay? All our possibilities lie from eternity hidden in its bosom. It is the dispenser of all our joys. We may address it without superstitious terrors; it is not wicked. It follows its own habits abstractedly; it can be trusted to be true to its word. Society is not impossible between it and us, and since it is the source of all our energies, the home of all our happiness, shall we not cling to it and praise it, seeing that it vegetates so grandly and so sadly, and that it is not for us to blame it for what, doubtless, it never knew that it did?-George Santayana.

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and leaves knowledge merely the post ot observer. This system of feelings is a fact in our minds about which there can be no dispute, a fact of which we have intuitive knowledge, a knowledge not inferred by arguments, nor generated by reasonings which can be received or neglected as we choose. Only such faceto-face knowledge has reality. It alone can get life in motion, since it springs from life.-Fichte.

modern Stoics, has an obvious justifica of feelings and desires-supreme; Y philosophy makes life-the system tion in man's dependence upon the natural world and in its service to many sides of the mind. Such justification of cosmic piety is rather obscured than supported by the euphemisms and ambiguities in which these philosophers usually indulge in their attempt to preserve the customary religious unctions For the more they personify the universe and give it the name of God the more they turn it into a devil. The universe, so far as we can observe it, is a wonderful and immense engine; its extent, its order, its beauty, its cruelty, makes it alike impressive. If we dramatize its life and conceive its spirit, we are filled with wonder, terror, and amusement, so magnificent is that spirit, so prolific, inexorable, grammatical, and dull. Like all animals and plants, the cosmos has its own way of

HE sublime and the ridiculous are often so nearly related that it is difficult to class them separately. One step above the sublime makes the ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous makes the sublime again.

-Thomas Paine.

T had been part of Nelson's prayer, that the British fleet might be distinguished by humanity in the victory which he expected. Setting an example himself, he twice gave orders to cease firing on the Redoubtable, supposing that she had struck, because her guns were silent; for, as she carried

no flag there was no means of instantly ascertaining the fact From this

ship, which he had thus twice spared, he received his death. A ball fired from her mizzentop, which, in the then situation of the two vessels, was not more than fifteen yards from that part of the deck where he was standing, struck the epaulet on his left shoulder, about a quarter after one, just in the heat of action. He fell upon his face, on the spot which was covered with his poor secretary's blood. Hardy, who was a few steps from him, turning round, saw three men raising him up"They have done for me at last, Hardy," said he." I

crew, he took out his handkerchief, and covered his face and his stars. Had he but concealed these badges of honor from the enemy, England perhaps would not have had cause to receive with sorrow the news of the battle of Trafalgar. The cockpit was crowded with wounded

What is this, the sound and rumor?
What is this that all men hear,
Like the wind in hollow valleys when
the storm is drawing near,
Like the rolling on of the ocean in the
eventide of fear?

'Tis the people marching on.
Whither go they, and whence come they?
What are these of whom ye tell?
In what country are they dwelling 'twixt
the gates of heaven and hell?
Are they mine or thine for money? Will
they serve a master well?

Still the rumor's marching on.
Hark the rolling of the thunder?
Lo, the sun! and lo, thereunder
Riseth wrath and hope and wonder,
And the host comes marching on.

Forth they come from grief and torment;
on they wend towards health and

All the wide world is their dwelling,
every corner of the earth,
Buy them, sell them for thy service!
Try the bargain what 't is worth,

For the days are marching on.
These are they who build thy houses,
weave thy raiment, win thy wheat,
Smooth the rugged, fill the barren, turn
the bitter into sweet,

All for thee this day-and ever. What
reward for them is meet

Till the host comes marching on?

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hope not," cried Hardy. "Yes," he replied; "my backbone is shot through." Yet even now, not for a moment losing his presence of mind, he observed, as they were carrying him down the ladder, that the tiller ropes, which had been shot away, were not yet replaced, and ordered that new ones should be rove immediately: then, that he might not be seen by the

and dying men;over whose bodies he was with some diffi

culty conveyed, and laid upon a pallet in the midshipmen's berth

It was soon perceived, upon examination, that the wound was mortal. This, however, was

concealed from all except Captain Hardy, the chaplain, and the medical attendants. He himself being certain, from the sensation in his back, and the gush of blood he felt momentarily within. his breast, that no human care could avail him, insisted that the surgeon should leave him, and attend to those to whom he might be useful; "for," said he, "you can do nothing for me." All that could be done was to fan

him with paper, and frequently to give him lemonade to

alleviate his intense thirst. He was in great pain, and expressed much anxiety for the event of the action, which now began to declare itself. As often as a ship struck, the crew of the Victory hurrahed; and at every hurrah a visible expression of joy gleamed in the eyes and marked the countenance of the dying hero. But he became impatient to see Hardy; and as that officer

though often sent for, could not leave the deck, Nelson feared that some fatal cause prevented him, and repeatedly cried: "Will no one bring Hardy to me? he must be killed; he is surely dead!"

with a heart almost bursting, hastened up on deck. By this time all feeling below the breast was gone; and Nelson, having made the surgeon ascertain this, said to him: "You know I am gone. I know it. I feel something rising in my breast," putting his hand on his left

Many a hundred years passed over have
they labored deaf and blind;
Never tidings reached their sorrow, never
hope their toil might find.
Now at last they've heard and hear it,
and the cry comes down the wind,
And their feet are marching on.
O ye rich men, hear and tremble, for with
words the sound is rife:

An hour and ten minutes elapsed from the time when Nelson received his wound before Hardy could come to him. They shook hands in silence; Hardy in vain struggling to suppress the feelings of that most painful and yet sublimest moment. "Well, Hardy," said Nelson," how goes the day with us?" "Very well," replied Hardy;


ten ships have struck, but five of the van have tacked, and show an intention to bear down upon the Victory. I have called two or three of our fresh ships round, and have no doubt of giving

them a drubbing."

"I hope," said Nelson, "that none of our ships have struck!" Hardy answered, "There was no fear of that." Then, and not till then, Nelson spoke of himself; "I am going fast: it will be all

"Once for you and death we labored:
changed henceforward is the strife,
We are men, and we shall battle for the
world of men and life;

And our host is marching on."

"Is it war, then? Will ye perish as the dry
wood in the fire?

Is it peace? then be ye of us, let your hope
be our desire.

Come and live! for life awaketh, and the

world shall never tire:

And the hope is marching on."
"On we march then, we the workers,
Is the blended sound of battle and deliv-
and the rumor that ye hear
'rance drawing near;

For the hope of every creature is the
banner that we bear,

And the world is marching on."
Hark the rolling of the thunder?
Lo, the sun! and lo, thereunder
Riseth wrath and hope and wonder
And the host comes marching on.
"The March of the Workers," by William Morris

over with me soon. Come nearer to me. Let my dear Lady Hamilton have my hair, and all other things belonging to me." Hardy observed that he hoped Mr. Beatty could yet hold out some prospect of life. "O no," he replied; "it is impossible. My back is shot through. Beatty will tell you so." Hardy then, once more, shook hands with him, and

side," which tells
me so." And upon
Beatty's inquiring
whether his pain
was very great, he
"So great

that he wished he
was dead. Yet,"
said he, in a lower
66 one would
like to live a little
longer too!" And
after a few minutes
in the same under-
tone, he added:
"What would be-
come of poor Lady
Hamilton, if she
knew my situa-
tion!" Next to his
country she occu-
pied his thoughts.

Captain Hardy, some fifty minutes after he had left ed; and, again takthe cockpit, returning the hand of his dying friend and commander, congratulated him on having gained a complete victory. How many of the enemy were taken he did not know, as it was impossible to perceive them distinctly; but fourteen or fifteen at least. "That's well," cried Nelson, "but I bargained for twenty." And then, in a stronger voice, he said: "Anchor, Hardy; anchor." Hardy, upon this, hinted that Admiral Collingwood would take upon himself the direction of affairs. Not while I live, Hardy," said the dying Nelson, ineffectually endeavoring to



raise himself from the bed: "do you anchor." His previous orders for preparing to anchor had shown clearly he foresaw the necessity of this. Presently, calling Hardy back, he said to him, in alow voice; "Don't throw me overboard;" and he desired that he might be buried by his parents, unless it should please the King to order otherwise. Then reverting to private feelings: "Take care of my dear Lady Hamilton, Hardy: take care of poor Lady Hamilton. Kiss me, Hardy," said he. Hardy knelt down and kissed his cheek; and Nelson said, Now I am satisfied. Thank God, I have done my duty!" Hardy stood over him in silence for a moment or two, then knelt again and kissed his forehead. "Who is that?" said Nelson; and being informed, he replied, "God bless you, Hardy," And Hardy then left him-forever. Nelson now desired to be turned upon his right side, and said, "I wish I had not left the deck; for I shall soon be gone." Death was, indeed, rapidly approaching. He said to the chaplain, "Doctor, I have not been a great sinner;" and after a short pause, 66 Remember that I leave Lady Hamilton and my daughter Horatia as a legacy to my country." His articulation now became difficult; but he was distinctly heard to say, "Thank God, I have done my duty!" These words he repeatedly pronounced; and they were the last words which he uttered. He expired at thirty minutes after four-three hours and a quarter after he had received his wound.

-Robert Southey.

People do not lack strength; they lack will.-Victor Hugo.


SOUL stood on the bank of the River of Life, and it had to cross it. And first it found a reed, and it tried to cross with it. But the reed ran into its hand at the top in fine splinters and bent when it leaned on it. Then the soul found a staff and it tried to cross with it: and the sharp end ran into the ground, and the soul tried to draw it, but it could not; and it stood in the water by its staff. Then it got out and found a broad

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Joy is not in things; it is in us.-Wagner.

HEN thou seest the great prelates with splendid mitres of gold and precious stones on their heads, and silver croziers in hand; there they stand at the altar, decked with fine copes and stoles of brocade, chanting those beautiful vespers and masses, very slowly, and with so many grand ceremonies, so many organs and choristers, that thou art struck with amazement....

Men feed upon the vanities and rejoice in these pomps, and say that the Church of Christ was never so flourishing, nor divine worship so well conducted as at present. . . . likewise that the first prelates were inferior to these of our own times. The former, it is true, had fewer gold mitres and fewer chalices, for indeed what few they possessed were broken up to relieve the needs of the poor; whereas our prelates, for the sake of obtaining chalices, will rob the poor of their sole means of support. But dost thou know what I would tell thee? In the primitive church the chalices were of wood, the prelates of gold; in these days the Church hath chalices of gold and prelates of wood.-Savonarola.

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T takes," says Thoreau, in the noblest and most useful passage I remember to have read in any modern author, 66 two to speak truth-one to speak and another to hear." He must be very little experienced, or have no great zeal for truth, who does not recog nize the fact. A grain of anger or a grain of suspicion produces strange acoustical effects, and makes the ear greedy to remark offence. Hence we find those who have once quarreled carry themselves distantly, and are ever ready to break the truce. To speak truth there must be moral equality or else no respect; and hence between parent and child intercourse is apt to degenerate into a verbal fencing bout, and misapprehensions to become ingrained. And there is another side to this, for the parent begins with an imperfect notion of the child's character, formed in early years or during the equinoctial gales of youth; to this he adheres, noting only the facts which suit with his preconception; and wherever a person fancies himself unjustly judged, he at once and finally gives up the effort to speak truth With our chosen friends, on the other hand, and still more between lovers (for mutual understanding is love's essence), the truth is easily indicated by the one and aptly comprehended by the other.

A hint taken, a look understood, conveys the gist of long and delicate explanations; and where the life is known, even yea and nay become luminous. In the closest of all relations-that of a love well-founded and equally sharedspeech is half discarded, like a roundabout infantile process or a ceremony of formal etiquette; and the two communicate directly by their presences, and with few looks and fewer words contrive to share their good and evil and uphold each other's hearts in joy. For love rests upon a physical basis; it is a familiarity of nature's making and apart from voluntary choice. Understanding has in some sort outrun knowledge, for the affection perhaps began with the acquaintance; and as it was not made like other relations, so it is not, like them,

to be perturbed or clouded. Each knows more than can be uttered; each lives by faith, and believes by a natural compulsion; and between man and wife the language of the body is largely developed and grown strangely eloquent The thought that prompted and was conveyed in a caress would only lose to be set down in words-ay, although Shakespeare himself should be the scribe.

-Robert Louis Stevenson.


Co-operation is not a sentiment-it is an economic necessity.-Charles Steinmetz.

OUTH has a certain melancholy and sadness, while Age is valiantly cheerful . . . . A chief lesson of youth should be to learn to enjoy solitudea source of peace and happiness... In my years of youth I was delighted when the doorbell rang, for I thought, now it (the great romantic adventure) had come. But in later years my feeling on the same occasion had something rather akin to terror-I thought, there it comes! -Schopenhauer.

To write well is to think well, to feel well, and to render well; it is to possess at once intellect, soul, and taste.-Buffon.


PIRITUAL forces when manifested

in man exhibit a sequence, a succession of steps. It follows, therefore, that when a man at one period of his life has omitted to put forth his strength in a work which he knows to be in harmony with the divine order of things, there comes a time, sooner or later, when a void will be perceived; when the fruits of his omitted action ought to have appeared, and do not; they are the missing links in the chain of consequences. The measure of that void is the measure of his past inaction, and that man will never quite reach the same level of attainment that he might have touched, had he divinely energized his lost moments. -Friedrich Froebel.


Whoever serves his country well has no need of ancestors.-Voltaire.

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