Then said Saxony, Bavaria,

And the Ruler of the Rhine,
"Bearded Count, thou art the richest,
And the richest gem is thine."

From the German, by W. Caldwell.

ABOU BEN ADHEM AND THE ANGEL.

ABOU BEN ADHEM, (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel, writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,

"What writest thou?" The vision raised his head, And, with a look made all of sweet accord,

Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."

"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,

But cheerly still, and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men."
The angel wrote and vanished. The next night
It came again with great awakening light,

And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,

And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

Leigh Hunt.

THIRTY-FIVE.

"The years of man are threescore and ten."

O WEARY heart! thou'rt half way home;
We stand on life's meridian height;
As far from childhood's morning come,
As to the grave's forgetful night.
Give Youth and Hope a parting tear-
Look onward with a placid brow,
Hope promised but to bring us here,
And Reason takes the guidance now;
One backward look the last- - the last-
One silent tear, for youth is past.

Who goes with me and Passion back?
Who comes with me and Memory on?
O, lonely looks the downward track,
Joy's music hushed, Hope's roses gone.
To Pleasure and her giddy troop
Farewell, without a sigh or tear;
But heart gives way, and spirits droop,

To think that Love may leave me here. Have we no charm when youth has flown? Midway to death, left sad and lone.

But stay! as 'twere a twilight star
That sends its thread across the wave,
I see brightening light from afar,

Steal down a path beyond the grave!
And now-bless God

its golden line

Comes o'er and lights my shadowy way, And shows the dear hand clasped in mine; But list what those sweet voices say:

"The better land's in sight,
And, by its chastening light,

All love from lips midway is driven,
Save her whose claspéd hand
Will bring them on to heaven! "

INDEX.

Abou Ben Adhem and the Angel

A Christian is the highest Style of Man
A Man's Wooing.

Lines on the Poor Blind Man of Salisbury Cathedral

Loved and Lost

Manhood

Manhood

Manly Beauty

Man made to be Free

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