Last week the Lord be praised for… To His unworthy servant! I arrive… Safe at the Mission, via Westport… I tarried over night, to aid in fo… A Vigilance Committee, to send ba…

A beautiful and happy girl, With step as light as summer air, Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of… Shadowed by many a careless curl Of unconfined and flowing hair;

THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS. WE cross the prairie as of old The pilgrims crossed the sea, To make the West, as they the Eas… The homestead of the free!

The beaver cut his timber With patient teeth that day, The minks were fish-wards, and the… Surveyors of highway,- When Keezar sat on the hillside

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead… That all of thee we loved and cher… Has with thy summer roses perished… And left, as its young beauty fled… An ashen memory in its stead,

ANNIE and Rhoda, sisters twain, Woke in the night to the sound of… The rush of wind, the ramp and roa… Of great waves climbing a rocky sh… Annie rose up in her bed-gown whit…

WHERE are we going? where are we… Where are we going, Rubee? Lord of peoples, lord of lands, Look across these shining sands, Through the furnace of the noon,

LIFT again the stately emblem on… Give to Northern winds the Pine-… Sons of men who sat in council wit… Answering England’s royal missive… Rise again for home and freedom! s…

Take our hands, James Russell Lo… Our hearts are all thy own; To-day we bid thee welcome Not for ourselves alone. In the long years of thy absence

In calm and cool and silence, once… I find my old accustomed place amo… My brethren, where, perchance, no… Shall utter words; where never hym… Nor deep-toned organ blown, nor ce…

Stand still, my soul, in the silen… I would question thee, Alone in the shadow drear and star… With God and me! What, my soul, was thy errand here…

Summer’s last sun nigh unto settin… Through yon columnar pines, And on the deepening shadows of th… Its golden lines are drawn. Dreaming of long gone summer days…

I WOULD the gift I offer here Might graces from thy favor take, And, seen through Friendship’s at… On softened lines and coloring, we… The unaccustomed light of beauty,…

ALL grim and soiled and brown wit… I saw a Strong One, in his wrath, Smiting the godless shrines of man Along his path. The Church, beneath her trembling…

IT was late in mild October, and… Had left the summer harvest-fields… The first sharp frosts had fallen,… With the hues of summer’s rainbow,… Through a thin, dry mist, that mor…