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were yet furiously breaking over her; ice had formed on various parts of the deck, bulwarks, and rigging; bodies were frozen stark and stiff. All was as silent as the grave-not a living soul in sight on board. But few bodies were washed ashore until the next day, and one had been thrown up near where I stood. I leaned and reached forward and drew it in. It was the body of a man; his overcoat had been twisted over the face, and was stiff with a casing of ice. We turned the corpse over, loosened the garment, and drew it down, showing the face,
“Merciful God! it was our Jamie! As we were afterward informed by a shipmate of his, he had planned it to come home and surprise us Christmas Day."
The old man sobbed a moment or two, and then exclaimed: “Yes, our Jamie did come home, and he did surprise us, but what a sad surprise it was. You will not wonder now I remember so well the night of the wreck of the Atlantic, when our Jamie came home.”
HE DIDN'T AMOUNT TO SHUCKS.*
SAM WALTER Foss.
Who war smart;
On the cart?
Did their part!
They war smart !
An' loll, an' Jallavar an' gawp.
An' Bill wuz lazy, so they said,
An' half dead;
A great head !
Held the fort.
Books an' such,
It's too much!
Who war smart ?
A DUDE-JOSEPH BERT SMILEY.
Ah, there! "Change to suit locality.
This dude from Chicago went out for a ride,
AN HOUR WITH WHITTIER.PHEBE A. HOLDER. "I have never been in any place so dark that Whittier's poetry could not light it up."
Poet beloved, again I come
On thy sweet verse to ponder,
The while my heart grows fonder!
Reading the dear home story
Heavy with Sunshine" glory.
I sit with joy to listen
In molten gold light glisten.
The eager children leaving,
The tender face of grieving.
In fresher beauty glowing,
Woven in verses flowing.
After the regal splendor,
A lingering grace and tender.
The tale of farm-life olden
Winged as with sunbeams golden.
With light of crystal morning,
The "tree bolls chandeliers of frost”
Hold up with sunrise dawning; "A glimpse of glory infinite"
Comes to my raptured vision, The “white bride coming down from heaven"
Clothed with a grace elysian. "My Psalm” is like a soft, dear voice
Soothing to peaceful slumbers; I listen, while my heart anew
Life's full rich blessings numbers. “My Psalm,"—it is like finest gold
Among my garnered treasure;
Unto the pure-toned measure,
At night, when love grows fonder;
With hallowed thought I ponder. “ Eternal Goodness" like a chime
Of silver bells is ringing,
Seems nearer for thy singing.
To see in bright “ Clear Vision"
Glowing with light elysian;
Of "richer life where beauty”.
Still "hand in hand with Duty.”
Can make the dull day brighter,
Can make the load seem lighter.
“Set the wild echoes" ringing, So "echoes roll from soul to soul ”
With music of thy singing.
With jewels brightly glowing,-
-Journal of Education A SHADOW FROM AN INSANE ASYLUM.*
HORACE B. Durant. The following sketch is founded on fact, and occurred when the subject of in quests and insane asylums was less understood than at the present day, ami when abuses were more easily practiced. John Brown had lands and gold enough, they say, But thinking he might squander them away, As it without the slightest cause was feared, A "mutual friend” to Brown and wife appeared In court one day, to ask that a decree Be granted to inquire Brown's sanity. Twelve men accordingly convened, and swore To search Brown's brain, and try to find the door Through which his wits escaped. Unto their aid A doctor, too, was called, of course, who laid Down rules to guide them ; for he knew the laws, And, in a former trade, bad handled saws; And, it was said, once knew the “Rule of Three," Quite well enough to hewan axletree! Yet, lest the twelve might fail to understand His learned depths, he brought to his command The sciences-a very happy hitAt once to awe them and to air his wit. He showed them very plain, that many spheres Revolved within the brain, and, “it appears," He sagely said, “that two of these at least, Are hemispheres. All know,” said he, “that yeast Will rise and often overrun all bounds, And, gentlemen,” continued he, “by zounds! The laws of chemistry will prove that brain Ferments at times—that fact is very plain; Indeed the present case is thus explained, His tin-pan-um is cracked-he is crack-brained! Here, through anatomy he boldly dashed, While learning from both word and gesture flashed, As on he soared through o8 and cranium Until his gaping auditors were dumb! In fact, 'tis doubtful where he would bave stopped, Had not the door 'gainst which his chair was proppod, No longer having strength or will to bear At once his weighty logic and his chair, All sudden opened inwards like a flash, And doctor, chair and all, went with a crash
*Written expressly for this Collection,