A felon had, between the goal and him, Reached from behind his back, a trigger pressed, And those perplexed and patient eyes were dim; Those gaunt, long-laboring limbs were laid to rest. The old world and the new, from sea to sea, 28. THE PATRIOTIC PRINCE. FREDERICK WILHELM LUDWIG VON HOHENZOLLERN, late Emperor of Germany, was born March 22, 1797, and died March 9, 1888. Almost at his last moments, when advised to rest, he replied, "I have no time for rest. What I have to say for my country, I must say now." These last words of a wise Christian ruler were the key to a marvellous patriotic life, the chief facts of which are embodied in the following tribute. In boyhood as well as in later life an exile from home, he was ever an impassioned lover and servant of his Fatherland. William was crowned Emperor, January 18, 1871, at the palace of Versailles, Paris, on the anniversary of the coronation of his ancestor Frederick I. THE Nation's sire, four-score of years had toiled Since time when, exiled from ancestral halls, "No time for rest," as forth he firmly strode, He moved serenely forward to the goal. "No time for rest" when queenly mother, firm, In earnest tones her son addressed, And bade him, "through love for her, the honor of The Prussian State, avenging justice stern, And all his hopes for earth and heaven beyond, To rise above the age degenerate, And action take, his utmost will exert, "No time for rest, as feeble limb and arm, AndBar-sur-Aube " its proudest honor sent "No time for rest," when fatal Auerstadt, Or Prussia as a State be ever lost. "No time for rest," when surging armies came The heritage for which so long he fought, - "No time for rest" when, wrongly judged by those "No time for rest" when, scarcely joined, as yet, "No time for rest" when, foremost at the front, "No time for rest. No time for rest." The four-score years had filled their measure full, And yet, as breathed upon by breath divine, HENRY B. CARRINGTON. 12 29. TURAL CAIN. OLD Tubal Cain was a man of might In the days when the earth was young; By the fierce red light of his furnace bright The strokes of his hammer rung; And he lifted high his brawny hand Till the sparks rushed out in scarlet showers, And he sang, "Hurrah for my handiwork! Hurrah for the spear and the sword! Hurrah for the hand that shall wield them well, For he shall be king and lord!" But a sudden change came o'er his heart Ere the setting of the sun; And Tubal Cain was filled with pain For the evil he had done. He saw that men, with rage and hate, Made war upon their kind; That the land was red with the blood they shed In their lust for carnage blind. And he said, "Alas! that I ever made, Or that skill of mine should plan, The spear and the sword for men whose joy And men, taught wisdom from the past, Hung the sword in the hall, the spear on the wall, And for the ploughshare and the plough, To him our praise shall be. But while oppression lifts its head, Or a tyrant would be lord, Though we may thank him for the plough, We'll not forget the sword." CHARLES MACKAY. 30. SONG OF THE UNION. ERE Peace and Freedom, hand in hand, It was the foot-stool of a throne; Americans uprose in might, And triumphed in the unequal fight, That word since then has shone on high, In starry letters on the sky, It is our country's name. What impious hands shall rashly dare The banner of her fame? The spirits of the heroic dead, Who should betray their noble trust, The charter which they won. |