James Henry Leigh Hunt was born at Southgate in 1784. He was an essayist, an author, and a poet, chief among his poems being "The Story of Rimini." He died at Putney in 1859. Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, Answer'd, "The names of those who love the Lord." Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, The angel wrote and vanish'd. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And show'd the names whom love of God had bless'd, BUGLE SONG. BY ALFRED TENNYSON. This poem is one of the lyrics from the "Princess," yet there is so little connection between the story and these five or six charming songs embedded within the mock heroic poem that one does not think of them as part of the medley. The splendor falls on castle walls Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, O sweet and far from cliff and scar Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying; Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, OPPORTUNITY. BY JOHN J. INGALLS. John James Ingalls was born in Massachusetts in 1833 and was graduated from Williams College in 1855. He was admitted to the bar in 1857, and removed to Atchison, Kas., in 1859. He took an active interest in the exciting Kansas politics, and, besides serving as a delegate to the Wyandotte convention that framed the State constitution, he served as secretary to the Territorial Council. In 1862 he was a State Senator. He edited the Atchison Champion for three years and served in the State militia. In 1873 he was elected to the United States Senate, and then began his remarkably brilliant political career. After serving twenty years he was retired by the political revolution in his State. As an orator he held high rank. He frequently contributed to the leading magazines and reviews. He died about two years ago. MIGNON'S SONG FROM, "WILHELM MEISTER." "After having sung the song a second time, she paused for a moment, and, attentively surveying Wilhelm, she asked him, 'Know'st thou the land?' 'It must be Italy!' he replied."-Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship. Know'st thou the land where the lemon tree blows- Know'st thou the hall with its pillared arcades, Know'st thou the Alp which the vapor enshrouds, And the rush of the stream tears the rock from its sides; PSALM LXXXIV. How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts! My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God. Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God. Blessed are they that dwell in thy house; they will be still praising thee. Selah: Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee; in whose heart are the ways of them. Who, passing through the valley of Baca, make it a well; the rain also filleth the pools. They go from strength to strength; every one of them in Zion appeareth before God. O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah. Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of thine anointed. For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than to dwell in the tents of wickedness. For the Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord will give grace and glory; no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly. O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee. |