When the flag went down the river Man and master both were free, With the rippling Tennessee. Not nearly so often read as the foregoing, yet more artistically wrought out, and having an irresistible touch. of pathos at the close, is the following: THE TALLEST SOLDIER OF THEM ALL. How brave they looked with guns ashine, Through surging crowds along Broadway! Through tears that would unbidden fall, The tallest soldier of them all. On tip-toe I had buckled close A shoulder-strap that morn for him, With bated breath and soft foot-fall, Along the crags the stained vines, Red with the ray October sheds, Adown the glen a true sent ball, They brought him back, my gallant love, Beneath the sacred, starry pall, The tallest soldier of them all. Mrs. Beers has written much verse, since early schooldays when the old garret was her sanctum, and her only advisers were those parental. Perhaps the most popular of her productions, since the war, is WEIGHING THE BABY, How many pounds does the baby weigh- Tenderly guides the swinging weight, And carefully over his glasses peers Softly the echo goes around : The father laughs at the tiny girl; The fair young mother sings the words, While grandmother smooths the golden curl. And stooping above the precious thing, Nestles a kiss within a prayer, Murmuring softly "Little one, Grandfather did not weigh you fair.” Nobody weighed the baby's smile, Or the love that came with the helpless one; Nobody weighed the threads of care, From which a woman's life is spun. No index tells the mighty worth Of a little baby's quiet breath A soft, unceasing metronome, Patient and faithful until death. Nobody weighed the baby's soul, For here on earth no weights there be Only eight pounds to hold a soul That seeks no angel's silver wing, But shrines it in this human guise. Within so frail and small a thing! Oh, mother! laugh your merry note; Be gay and glad, but do n't forget From baby's eyes looks out a soul That claims a home in Eden yet. It was penned while the author was a guest at a country home, where the infant of the household had been weighed the same morning. Nearly every newspaper reader is familiar with it, as also with the following, entitled GRANNIE'S TEST. Dear Grannie is with us no longer, Her hair that was white as the snow On her head lying softly and low; She never had heard of Hugh Miller, Which never disturbed her old head. No mental disturbance she knew, That her God-given Bible was true. t She had her own test, I remember For people, who e'er they might be. Of "Laura," and " Lizzie," and "Jamie, " "My dear, are these friends meetin'-folks?” Till she 'd pulled at John's sleeve in the twilight And he smiled as he heard the old question Are you sure they 're meetin'-folks, John?" When Minnie came back from the city, And left heart and happiness there, I saw her close kneeling by Grannie, With the dear wrinkled hands on her hair; Came softly the tremulous tone- And now from the corner we miss her, We hear that reminder no more ; But still, unforgotten, the echo Comes back from the far-away shore, Till Sophistry slinks in the corner, Tho' Charity sweet has her due, Yet we feel, if we want to meet Grannie, |