did not die in vain.

March on, your last brave mile!
Salute him, Star and Lace,
Form round him, rank and file,
And look on the kind, rough face;
But the quaint and homely smile
Has a glory and a grace
It never had known erewhile,--
Never, in time and space.

Close round him, hearts of pride!
Press near him, side by side,--
Our Father is not alone!
For the Holy Right ye died,
And Christ, the Crucified,
Waits to welcome his own.

FOOTNOTES:

[D] "His temperament was cheerful. At table, the pleasures of which in
moderation were his only relaxation, he was always animated and merry;
and this jocoseness was partly natural, partly intentional. In the
darkest hours of his country's trial, he affected a serenity he was far
from feeling; so that his apparent gayety at momentous epochs was even
censured by dullards, who could not comprehend its philosophy, nor
applaud the flippancy of William the Silent. He went through life
bearing the load of a people's sorrows with a smiling face."--Motley's
_Rise of the Dutch Republic_.

Perhaps a lively national sense of humor is one of the surest exponents
of advanced civilization. Certainly a grim sullenness and fierceness
have been the leading traits of the Rebellion for Slavery; while
Freedom, like a Brave at the stake, has gone through her long agony with
a smile and a jest ever on her lips.

REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES.

_Letters to Various Persons_, By HENRY D. THOREAU. Boston:
Ticknor & Fields.

The prose of Thoreau is daily winning recognition as possessing some of
the very highest qualities of thought and utterance, in a degree
scarcely rivalled in contemporary literature. In spite of whim and
frequent over-refining, and the entire omission of many important
aspects of human life, these wondrous merits exercise their charm, and
we value everything which lets us into the workshop of so rare a mind.
These letters, most of which were addressed to a single confidential
friend, give us Thoreau's thoughts in undress, and there has been no
previous book in which we came so near him. It is like engraving the
studies of an artist,--studies many of which were found too daring or
difficult for final execution, and which must be shown in their original
shape or not at all. To any one who was more artist than thinker this
exhibition would be doing wrong; but to one like Thoreau, more thinker
than art