The deer across their greensward bound And the swan glides by them with the sound The merry homes of England! What gladsome looks of household love There woman's voice flows forth in song, The cottage homes of England! By thousands on her plains, They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks The free, fair homes of England! And green for ever be the groves, Where first the child's glad spirit loves 1 Hamlet fanes, the spires of the village churches. SOMEBODY'S DARLING. (MRS. LACOSTE.) NTO a ward of the whitewashed walls, Matted and damp are the curls of gold Back from the beautiful, blue-veined face B Cross his hands as a sign of grace- Kiss him once for somebody's sake, Was it a mother's, soft and white? Been baptised in those waves of light? God knows best. He was somebody's love; Night and morn, on the wings of prayer. Somebody's watching and waiting for him, Pausing to drop on his grave a tear; 'Somebody's darling lies buried here!' The above beautiful poem was written by an American lady during the terrible civil war which raged in the United States of America from 1861 till 1865. THE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC. (CAMPBELL.) In 1801 the English fleet, under the command of Sir Hyde Parker and Admiral Nelson, was sent to the Baltic to oppose the Northern Powers then leagued against Britain. These commanders encountered the Danish fleet under the batteries of Copenhagen, and a desperate battle at once ensued, in which seventeen ships of the Danes were either captured or sunk. OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, 1 The Crown Prince, who afterwards became Frederick VI., King of Denmark. Like leviathans afloat,1 Lay their bulwarks on the brine; It was ten of April morn by the chime; There was silence deep as death h; And the boldest held his breath But the might of England flushed And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!' our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips 2 Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun! Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Out spoke the victor then, As he hail'd them o'er the wave: 1 Leviathans, huge sea-monsters. 2 Adamantine lips, iron mouths, hard as a diamond. |