this fight of life be o'er, and earth recede from view,
And heaven in all its glory shine where all is pure and true.
Ah! then thou'lt see more clearly still the proverb deep and vast,
"The mill will never grind again with water that is past."

D. C. MCCALLUM.

Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of
chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course
others may take, but for me, give me liberty or give me death.

PATRICK HENRY.

The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face while
it picks yer pocket; and the glorious uncertainty of it is of mair use
to the professors than the justice of it.

MACKLIN.

OUR MISSION.

In calm and stormy weather
Our mission is to grow;
To keep the angle paramount
And bind the brute below.

We grow not all in sunshine,
But richly in the rain;
And what we deem our losses
May prove our final gain.

The snows and frosts of winter
A richer fruitage bring;
From battling with the anvil
The smith's grand muscles spring.

'Tis by the law of contrast
That fine effects are seen;
As thus we blend in colors
The orange with the green.

By action and reaction
We reach our perfect growth;
Nor by excess of neither,
But equipoise of both.
The same code binds the human.

That governs mother earth;
God cradled her in tempest
And earthquakes from her birth.

Our life is but a struggle
For perfect equipoise;
Our pains are often jewels,
Our pleasures gilded toys.

Between the good and evil
The monarch will must stand,
To shape the final issue
By God's divine command.

Our mission is to battle
With ill in every form--
To borrow strength and volume
From contact with the storm.

In the beautiful hereafter
These blinding mortal tears
Shall crystalize in jewels
To sparkle in the spheres.

With weak and moldish vision
We work our way below;
But sure our souls are building
Much wiser than we know.

And when the work is finished
The scaffolding then falls;
And lo! a radiant temple,
With p