In and out let the young life as steadily | Perish with him the folly that seeks flow through evil good! Long live the generous purpose unstained with human blood! Not the raid of midnight terror, but the thought which underlies; Not the borderer's pride of daring, but the Christian's sacrifice. Nevermore may yon Blue Ridges the Northern rifle hear, Nor see the light of blazing homes flash on the negro's spear. But let the free-winged angel Truth their guarded passes scale, To teach that right is more than might, and justice more than mail ! So vainly shall Virginia set her battle in array; In vain her trampling squadrons knead the winter snow with clay. She may strike the pouncing eagle, but she dares not harm the dove; And every gate she bars to Hate shall open wide to Love! FROM PERUGIA. "The thing which has the most dissevered the people from the Pope, the unforgivable thing, the breaking point between him and them, has been the encouragement and promotion he gave to the officer under whom were executed the slaughters of Perugia. That made the breaking point in many honest hearts that had clung Harriet Beecher Stowe's "Letto him before.” — ters from Italy." THE tall, sallow guardsmen their horsetails have spread, Flaming out in their violet, yellow, and red; And behind go the lackeys in crimson and buff, And the chamberlains gorgeous in velvet and ruff; Next, in red-legged pomp, come the cardinals forth, Each a lord of the church and a prince of the earth. The good Father's missives, and "Thus | (A blessing for him surely can't go amiss) There the bells jow and jangle the same blessed way That they did when they rang for Bartholomew's day. Hark! the tallow-faced monsters, nor women nor boys, Stand aside, men of Rome! Here's a Vex the air with a shrill, sexless horror hangman-faced Swiss of noise. Te Deum laudamus !- All round with- | To see our Father's hand once more The incense-pot swings with a taint of Of autumn, filled and running o'er blood in 't! The eyes that smile no more, the unre- THE firmament breaks up. turning feet! eclipse In black Light after light goes out. One evil What fear we? Safe on freedom's van- | What gives the wheat-field blades of tage-ground Our feet are planted : let us there remain In unrevengeful calm, no means untried Which truth can sanction, no just claim denied, The sad spectators of a suicide! They break the links of Union: shall we light The fires of hell to weld anew the chain On that red anvil where each blow is steel? What points the rebel cannon? What sets the roaring rabble's heel On the old star-spangled pennon ? What breaks the oath Of the men o' the South? "EIN FESTE BURG IST UNSER For who that leans on His right arm GOTT." (LUTHER'S HYMN.) WE wait beneath the furnace-blast Uproots the ancient evil. The hand-breadth cloud the sages feared East, West, South, North, Was ever yet forsaken ? What righteous cause can suffer harm His hand upholds The calm sky of to-morrow! Above the maddening cry for blood, The evil overcoming. Give prayer and purse Whose wrong we share, Whose shame we bear, Whose end shall gladden Heaven! In vain the bells of war shall ring Of triumphs and revenges, |