Fill to the brim! fill, fill to the brim; Fill again to the brim,-again to the brim! When over the hills, like a gladsome bride, As he freshens his wing in the cold, gray cloud. But when evening has quitted her sheltering yew, Her dusky meshes o'er land and sea, How gently, O sleep, fall thy poppies on me! And my dreams are of Heaven the livelong night. SO. THE DAYS THAT ARE GONE. Charles Mackay. WHO is it that mourns for the days that are gone, When his word was a statute, his nod was a law, And for aught but his "order" he cared not a straw? And a gibbet to hang a refractory boor? They were days when the sword settled questions of right, And Falsehood was first to monopolize might; When Law never dreamed it was good to relent, They were days when the Crowd had no freedom of speech, When the Few thought the Many mere workers for them, And the Many, poor fools! thought the treatment their due, No! The Present, though clouds o'er her countenance roll, 81. THE WORK-SHOP AND THE CAMP. For a Mechanic Celebration. THE Camp has had its day of song: Are Freedom's heroes bred alone; More heroes true than War has known! Who drives the bolt, who shapes the steel, As he who sees a foeman reel In blood before his blow of might! The skill that conquers space and time, Let Labor, then, look up and see His craft no pith of honor lacks; Less honored than the woodman's axe! Nor deem that gold or outward height In tastes that breed their own delight. And may the time draw nearer still, When men this sacred truth shall heed: - 82. THE WISE MAN'S PRAYER.-Dr. Samuel Johnson. INQUIRER, cease! petitions yet remain Which Heaven may hear; nor deem religion vain! Still raise for good the supplicating voice, But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice: eyes Safe in His PART SECOND. MARTIAL AND POPULAR. 1. SCIPIO TO HIS ARMY. - Abridgment from Livy. Before the battle of Ticinus, B. C. 218, in which the Carthaginians, under Hannibal, were victorious. The speech of the latter, on the same occasion, follows. NoT because of their courage, O soldiers, but because an engagement is now inevitable, do the enemy prepare for battle. Two-thirds of their infantry and cavalry have been lost in the passage of the Alps. Those who survive hardly equal in number those who have perished. Should any one say, "Though few, they are stout and irresistible," I reply, Not so! They are the veriest shadows of men; wretches, emaciated with hunger, and benumbed with cold; bruised and enfeebled among the rocks and crags; their joints frost-bitten, their sinews stiffened with the snow, their armor battered and shivered, their horses lame and powerless. Such is the cavalry, such the infantry, against which you have to contend; not enemies, but shreds and remnants of enemies! And I fear nothing more, than that when you have fought Hannibal, the Alps may seem to have been beforehand, and to have robbed you of the renown of a victory. But perhaps it was fitting that the Gods themselves, irrespective of human aid, should commence and carry forward a war against a leader and a people who violate the faith of treaties; and that we, who next to the Gods have been most injured, should complete the contest thus commenced, and nearly finished. I would, therefore, have you fight, O soldiers, not only with that spirit with which you are wont to encounter other enemies, but with a certain indignation and resentment, such as you might experience if you should see your slaves suddenly taking up arms against you. We might have slain these Carthaginians, when they were shut up in Eryx, by hunger, the most dreadful of human tortures. We might have carried over our victorious fleet to Africa, and, in a few days, have destroyed Carthage, without opposition. We yielded to their prayers for pardon; we released them from the blockade; we made peace with them when conquered; and we afterwards held them under our protection, when they were borne down by the African war. return for these benefits, they come, under the leadership of a hotbrained youth, to lay waste our country. Ah! would that the contest on your side were now for glory, and not for safety! It is not In for the possession of Sicily and Sardinia, but for Italy, that you must fight: nor is there another army behind, which, should we fail to conquer, can resist the enemy: nor are there other Alps, during the passage of which, fresh forces may be procured. Here, soldiers, here we must make our stand. Here we must fight, as if we fought before the walls of Rome! Let every man bear in mind, it is not only his own person, but his wife and children, he must now defend. Nor let the thought of them alone possess his mind. Let him remember that the Roman Senate the Roman People are looking, with anxious eyes, to our exertions; and that, as our valor and our strength shall this day be, such will be the fortune of Rome-such the welfare-nay, the very existence, of our country! 2. HANNIBAL TO HIS ARMY. — Abridgment from Livy. - HERE, soldiers, you must either conquer or die. On the right and left two seas enclose you; and you have no ship to fly to for escape. The river Po around you, the Po, larger and more impetuous than the Rhone, the Alps behind, scarcely passed by you when fresh and vigorous, hem you in. Here Fortune has granted you the termination of your labors; here she will bestow a reward worthy of the service you have undergone. All the spoils that Rome has amassed by so many triumphs will be yours. Think not that, in proportion as this war is great in name, the victory will be difficult. From the Pillars of Hercules, from the ocean, from the remotest limits of the world, over mountains and rivers, you have advanced victorious through the fiercest Nations of Gaul and Spain. And with whom are you now to fight? With a raw army, which this very summer was beaten, conquered, and surrounded; an army unknown to their leader, and he to them! Shall I compare myself, almost born, and certainly bred, in the tent of my father, that illustrious commander, — myself, the conqueror, not only of the Alpine Nations, but of the Alps themselves, myself, who was the pupil of you all, before I became your commander, to this six months' general? or shall I compare his army with mine? On what side soever I turn my eyes, I behold all full of courage and strength:-a veteran infantry; a most gallant cavalry; you, our allies, most faithful and valiant; you, Carthaginians, whom not only your country's cause, but the justest anger, impels to battle. The valor, the confidence of invaders, are ever greater than those of the defensive party. As the assailants in this war, we pour down, with hostile standards, upon Italy. We bring the war. Suffering, injury and indignity, fire our minds. First they demanded me, your leader, for punishment; and then all of you, who had laid siege to Saguntum. And, had we been given up, they would have visited us with the severest tortures. Cruel and haughty Nation! Everything must be yours, and at your disposal! You are to prescribe to us with |