--Page 150.

Ye think the rustic cackle of your bourg
The murmur of the world! --Page 156.

For man is man and master of his fate. --Page 158.

Perseverance gains its meed
And Patience wins the race. --Page 316.

Forever float that standard sheet!
Where breathes the foe but falls before us,
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? --Page 398.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat;
O, be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on. --Page 399.

Silence! ground arms! kneel all! caps off!
"Old Blue-Light's" going to pray.
Strangle the foe that dares to scoff!
Attention! It's his way. --Page 401.

(Volume VI)

To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his gods. --Page 8.

When by my bed I saw my mother kneel,
And with her blessing took her nightly kiss;
Whatever Time destroys, he cannot this;--
E'en now that nameless kiss I feel. --Page 122.

Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea;
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. --Page 122.

Sublime words make not a man holy and righteous, but it is a virtuous
life that maketh him dear to God. --Page 134.

Who hath a stronger battle than he that useth force to overcome himself?
This should be our occupation, to overcome ourselves and every day to be
stronger and somewhat holier. --Page 136.

And the sheen on their spears was like stars on the sea,
Where the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. --Page 142.

Whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy
people shall be my people and thy God my God. --Page 144.

For we are all, like swimmers in the