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And coyotes creep and horse and rider chase,
Through ceaseless cycles of the human race.
The fool will sneer if you the story tell,

The wise man worship-marvels please him well.
So thou, perennial Shakespeare, aye must stand
The mightiest marvel of the human mind!
Let maundering nomads mar with axe and brand;
Pause, master spirits; here your master find!

ULRIC DAHLGREN.

A FLASH of light across the night,
An eager face, an eye afire!
O lad so true, you may yet rue

The courage of your deep desire!

"Nay, tempt me not; the way is plain'Tis but the coward checks his rein; For there they lie, and there they cry For whose dear sake 'twere joy to die!" He bends unto his saddle bow,

The steeds they follow two and two; Their flanks are wet with foam and sweat, Their riders' locks are damp with dew.

"O comrades, haste! the way is long,
The dirge it drowns the battle song;
The hunger preys, the famine slays,
An awful horror veils our ways!"

Beneath the pall of prison wall

The rush of hoofs they seem to hear; From loathsome guise they lift their eyes, And beat their bars and bend their ear.

"Ah, God be thanked! our friends are nigh; He wills it not that thus we die;

O friends accurst of Want and Thirst,
Our comrades gather, do your worst!"

A sharp affright runs through the night,

An ambush stirred, a column reined; The hurrying steed has checked his speed, His smoking flanks are crimson stained.

O noble son of noble sire,

Thine ears are deaf to our desire!
O knightly grace of valiant race,
Thy grave is honor's trysting-place!

O life so pure! O faith so sure!

O heart so brave, and true, and strong!
With tips of flame is writ your name,
In annaled deed and storied song!

It flares across the solemn night,
It glitters in the radiant light;
A jewel set, unnumbered yet,
In our Republic's coronet!

JOHN

JOHN HENRY NEWMAN.

OHN HENRY NEWMAN, Cardinal Deacon of the Roman Catholic Church, died at Birmingham, England, August 11, 1890, in the 89th year of his age. He was the son of John Newman, a member of the banking firm of Ramsbottom, Newman & Co. He was born in London in 1801, and was educated at Ealing School and Trinity College, Oxford, where he graduated with classical honors in 1820. In 1825 he was appointed Vice-Principal of St. Alban's Hall, under Dr. (afterwards Archbishop) Whately, and in the following year he became tutor of Oriel College, of which he had been elected fellow. During this period he assisted in the preparation of Dr. Whately's "Treatise in Logic," and also contributed to the "Encyclopædia Metropolitana." In 1828 he accepted the living of St. Mary's, Oxford, with the chaplaincy of Littlemore, and during the fifteen years of his incumbency his preaching gained him a remarkable influence over the younger members of the University. From July, 1838, to July, 1841, he edited the British Critic. In 1842 he left Oxford for Littlemore, where he established an ascetic community, over which he presided until his secession from the English Church three years later. In conjunction with Keble and Dr. Pusey, Dr. Newman took a leading part in the famous Tractarian movement. He contributed to the series of "Tracts for the Times" the memorable Tract XC, which fell on the religious world like a bombshell and caused a profound sensation. The leading men of Oxford and the Bishops condemned the tract, and Newman was asked to withdraw it, but declined. A short time subsequently he severed his connection with the English Church and joined the Church of Rome. He was ordained priest, and founded and became the head of the Oratory of St. Philip Neri at Birmingham. During a period of four years (1854-8) he held the rectorship of the newly-founded Roman Catholic University of Dublin, afterwards becoming principal of a school for the sons of Roman Catholic gentry which he had established at Edgbaston, near Birmingham. In December, 1877, Dr. Newman was elected an honorary fellow of Trinity College, Oxford, and the warmth and enthusiasm with which he was received on the occasion of his revisiting his old university was eloquent proof that the intense personal affection with which he had been regarded in the days when he occupied the pulpit of St. Mary's had not been suffered to die out during the long tale of years that had elapsed since his departure. In May, 1879, Dr. Newman was created and proclaimed a Cardinal Deacon by Pope Leo

XIII, receiving his title from the Church of San Giorgio, in Velabro, and being the first English Cardinal thus identified with the representative Church of English Roman Catholics in Rome. Cardinal Newman was a voluminous writer. His best-known works are his "Apologia pro Vita sua." his "Parochial and Plain Sermons," his "University Sermons," his "Sermons to Mixed Congregations" (delivered after he joined the Church of Rome), his "Essay on the Development of Christian Doctrine," his "Lectures on the Idea of a University," "The Grammar of Assent,” “The Via Media of the Anglican Church,' ""The Present Position of Catholics in England" (1851), "Verses on Various Occasions," "Loss and Gain," and his "Dream of Gerontius." A master of irony and an overwhelming controversalist, Cardinal Newman had a nature of rare tenderness, and his power over those who came personally in contact with him was almost unequaled. Mr. Froude and Mr. Gladstone have both testified to his consideration, his gentleness, and the singular and indescribable charm of his manner. I. A. K.

THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD.

LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on!

The night is dark, and I am far from home-
Lead Thou me on!

Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene,- one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on.

I loved to choose and see my path, but now
Lead Thou me on!

I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.

So long Thy power has blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on,

O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone;

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!

A VOICE FROM AFAR.

WEEP not for me;—

Be blithe as wont, nor tinge with gloom The stream of love that circles home,

Light hearts and free!

Joy in the gifts Heaven's bounty lends; Nor miss my face, dear friends!

I still am near;—

Watching the smiles I prized on earth,
Your converse mild, your blameless mirth;
Now too I hear

Of whispered sounds the tale complete,
Low prayers, and musings sweet.

A sea before

The Throne is spread;-its pure still glass Pictures all earth-scenes as they pass.

We, on its shore,

Share, in the bosom of our rest,
God's knowledge, and are blessed.

VEXATIONS.

EACH trial has its weight; which, whoso bears
Knows his own woe, and need of succoring grace;
The martyr's hope half wipes away the trace
Of flowing blood; the while life's humblest cares
Smart more, because they hold in Holy Writ no
place.

This be my comfort, in these days of grief,
Which is not Christ's, nor forms heroic tale.

Apart from Him, if not a sparrow fail,

May not He pitying view, and send relief When foes or friends perplex, and peevish thoughts prevail?

Then keep good heart, nor take the niggard course
Of Thomas, who must see ere he would trust.
Faith will fill up God's word, not poorly just
To the bare letter, heedless of its force,

But walking by its light amid earth's sun and,"dust.

WARNINGS.

WHEN Heaven sends sorrow,

Warnings go first,
Lest it should burst
With stunning might
On souls too bright
To fear the morrow.

Can science bear us

To the hid springs
Of human things?
Why may not dream,
Or thought's day-gleam,
Startle, yet cheer us?

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