DUTY FROM "ODE ON the Death of the Duke of Wellington," BY ALFRED TENNYSON Yea, let all good things await Him who cares not to be great, But as he saves or serves the state. Not once or twice in our rough island-story, The path of duty was the way to glory : For the right, and learns to deaden Not once or twice in our fair island-story, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled Are close upon the shining table-lands To which our God Himself is moon and sun. Such was he his work is done, But while the races of mankind endure, Colossal, seen of every land, And keep the soldier firm, the statesman pure ; HIGH TIDE AT GETTYSBURG BY WILL H. THOMPSON Mr. Thompson is an able lawyer and a poet of note. He was born in Georgia in 1848. The best-known of his poems is this fine ballad. Consult histories of the United States for a full account of the great battle of Gettysburg, the turning-point in the War between the States. There is a full and interesting description of Gettysburg in "Hammer and Rapier," by John Esten Cooke. A cloud possessed the hollow field, Athwart the gloom the lightning flashed, And through the cloud some horsemen dashed, Far heard above the angry guns, A cry across the tumult runs The voice that rang through Shiloh's woods And Chickamauga's solitudes The fierce South cheering on her sons. Ah, how the withering tempest blew A khamsin wind that scorched and singed, The British squares at Waterloo! A thousand fell where Kemper led; In blinding flame and strangling smoke, The remnant through the batteries broke And crossed the works with Armistead. "Once more in Glory's van with me!" Virginia cries to Tennessee; "We two together, come what may, Shall stand upon those works to-day!" The reddest day in history! Virginia heard her comrades say: "Close round this rent and riddled rag!" What time she set her battle flag Amid the guns of Doubleday. But who shall break the guards that wait The tattered standards of the South In vain the Tennessean set In vain Virginia charged and raged, Above the bayonets mixed and crossed Receding through the battle cloud, The brave went down! Without disgrace They leaped to Ruin's red embrace; They fell who lifted up a hand They stood who saw the future come They smote and stood who held the hope Amid the cheers of Christendom! God lives! He forged the iron will Fold up the banners! Smelt the guns! A HERO IN GRAY BY HENRY WOODFIN GRADY Grady was an American journalist and orator. He was born in Georgia in 1850 and died in 1889. He took an active interest in all plans for southern development, and his common sense and eloquence did much to establish good feeling between North and South. This selection is from a speech before the New England Club in New York City. Read the whole of this speech and of his Texas speech and of his two Boston addresses. Dr. Talmage has drawn for you, with a master's hand, the picture of your returning armies. He has told you how, in the pomp and circumstance of war, they came back to you, marching with proud and victorious tread, reading their glory in a nation's eyes. Will you bear with me while I tell you of another army that sought its home at the close of the late war— an army that marched home in defeat and not in victory, in pathos and not in splendor, but in glory that equaled yours, and to hearts as loving as ever welcomed heroes home. Let me picture to you the foot-sore Confederate soldier, as buttoning up in his faded gray jacket the parole which |