100 CHOICE SELECTIONS No. 31. THE CURRENT OF LIFE. Don't look for the flaws as you go through life; It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind It is better by far to hunt for a star The current of life runs ever away To the bosom of God's great ocean. Don't set your force 'gainst the river's course Don't waste a curse on the universe Remember it lived before you. Don't butt at the storm with your puny form- The world will never adjust itself To suit your whim to the letter, Some things must go wrong your whole life long, It is folly to fight with the Infinite, And go under at last in the wrestle, As the water shapes into a vessel. 7 Till it came like a flash to his active mind, Now the parson was old and his eyes were dim And his head turned hot while his toes turned cold; Tom, the rascal, five minutes before, Like an arrow, had shot from the chancel door. The horses he frightened I never can tell, Of course you know how the story will end; And he added a postscript, not in the text, And Tom chuckled: "Sundays, I'll ride my wheel." LA TOUR D'AUVERGNE.-MAIDA BUON. La Tour D'Auvergne was a French soldier noted for his bravery. Napoleon, at one time, by order of the directory, sent him a sword with an inscription declaring him to be "First grenadier of the Armies of the Republic." This he refused to accept, saying: "Among soldiers there is neither first nor last." He steadily refused advancement in military rank, and was killed, a simple Captain, June 28, 1800. When he died the whole French nation mourned for him three days, and until 1814 his name continued to be called at the muster-rol when the oldest sergeant answered: "Died on the field of honor. Once at eve a soldier brave Hastened up a stony way; Rocks and shrubs and tangled vines Till he reached a wild ravine Then he shouted loud and clear, Gathers round the lowland mere! Then our army, van and rear March to certain victory. Ho! awake; arouse, ye dolts! Turn the keys and draw the bolts!" All amazed, the grenadier Lists, in vain, response to hear. All their arms upon the floor Tell of fright and senseless dread. Single file they must deploy As hurriedly he slips All the bolts within their sockets, Loads the guns and mounts the rockets, Then he waits; and list! a rustling; Of stealthy footsteps creeping slow. This hero self-reliant. Halts the foe, his plan betrayed; While within, the grenadier Bang! the first shot cleaves the air, Just as Phoebus rises fair, And smites the silent tower. Bang, bang, bang, bang! the shots fly fast. And strikes with telling power. At every shot a foeman falls, Though singly come the musket balls, Whereat the Austrian wonders. No heads above the ramparts rise, No mark the enemy descries; He blindly shoots and blunders. Hour by hour until the eve, Each time there fell some comrades dead; And still the fort held out. At length a herald drawing near |