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3. Such beautiful, beautiful hands!

Though heart were weary or sad,
These patient hands kept toiling on,

That children might be glad.

4. I almost weep, as, looking back

To childhood's distant day,
I think how these hands rested not

When mine were at their play.

5. But, 0! beyond the shadow land,

Where all is bright and fair,
I know full well these dear old hands

Will palms of victory bear.
6. Where crystal streams, through endless time,

Flow over golden sands,
And where the old grow young again,

I'll clasp my mother's hands.


1. When Rome was mistress of the world she had a colony in Africa, over which a governor was appointed. This governor had many slaves, to whom he was so cruel that they sometimes ran away from him.

2. Among these slaves was one called Androcles, who was so cruelly treated that he ran away and escaped into the desert, where he soon hid himself in a large cave. He was very weary and sore from the scratches of the thorns through which he had passed.

3. He had been but a short time in the cave when a huge lion approached. Androcles was greatly terrified, and felt that he should surely be torn to pieces by the 4. But, to his surprise, the lion gently came near and held up its right paw, which was wounded and bloody. Almost overcome with fear, the slave took the foot and carefully examined it. He there found a large thorn, which was evidently causing the animal great pain.

savage beast.

5. With trembling hand Androcles ventured to pull the thorn out, all the time fearing the beast would destroy him, as he caused pain to the foot. But, to his great joy, the lion caressed him in the kindest manner instead of offering any harm.

6. At night the ban and the lion lay down and slept together in the greatest harmony. The next day when the beast went forth for his prey he brought a good supply of food and placed it at the feet of Androcles. For nearly three years they lived together in harmony.

7. At the end of this period Androcles was captured as a runaway slave and sent to Rome, whither his cruel master had gone. At that time a master had


to put to death a slave who had escaped. This cruel master rejoiced in the opportunity to exercise his power, and resolved that his returned slave should be thrown to a lion for destruction.

8. The people assembled in great numbers to witness such an awful death as they expected the poor slave would meet with. Androcles was placed in a lot from which he could not escape and where he could be seen by the crowd of people. When all was ready an enormous lion was let loose upon him as his executioner.

9. In great agony the slave awaited what he supposed would be sure death. But, to his surprise and that of all the spectators, instead of opening his jaws to devour the poor man, the lion commenced fawning upon him and caressing him, as a dog would do on finding his long lost máster. Androcles soon discovered, with great joy, that


this was the same lion with which he had so long lived in Africa, and which, like himself, had been captured and taken to Rome for exhibition.

10. The Roman emperor, hearing of this singular friendship between the lion and Androcles, ordered not only that the slave should be set free, but also that the lion should be given to him as a present. From this time the noble lion and the freed slave were constant companions.

11. Androcles received quite an income by leading the lion about the streets and giving the people an opportunity to witness his gentleness and his friendship for the man who had so long before relieved him from pain and suffering by extracting a thorn from his foot.

12. Kindness, sooner or later, in some way or other, will bring its reward.



1. A speaker will affect his audience according to the degree in which he is affected himself. There is a congenial sympathy which darts like an electrical spirit from heart to heart! It will strike others more or less forcibly, according to the impulse it receives from the speaker.

2. He is the master-spring which puts all others in motion. But can a man transfuse the very life of the passions into the souls of others, while he himself remains unmoved, or but moderately agitated?

3. No; he must feel, in the most exquisite degree, every tender, every bold, every animated emotion he would produce! Then, and then only, will he be able to excite kindred feelings in the hearts of his audience.

4. Many of our public addresses have a kind of freezing and benumbing influence, which is an antidote to animation. Such speeches may be compared to a waxen image, which has form, proportion and ornament, but is destitute of life and motion.

5. But there is an inborn fire of the soul, which is the very spirit of eloquence. There is a wide-flaming enthusiasm in the strains of a masterly speaker which will force its way into the hearts of all. It may not necessarily produce conviction, but it will command respect, for it loads words with power. If that power be truth, men must bow to it.



1. The ghostly old barn, with its weather-stained frame,

How often it rises to view !
In its narrow, green lane, cut in parallel tracks,

Where the heavy-wheeled wagon passed through.
Its broad folding doors, and the stable door next,

And the roof soaring up in gloom,
Save the net-work of light from the knot-holes and

Which scarce could the darkness illume

2. The hay-mow, how fragrant and welcome its scent !

How soft and elastic the hay !
The nooks, what safe coverts for ( hide-and-go-seek !”

The floor, what a platform for play!
On that floor, like the beat of the pulse, went the

And the huskers, the corn how they hulled!
And, when ceased the hucking, how merry the dance

Till the stars in the daybreak were dulled.

3. O, what though the storm blustered fiercely with

out, And the hail as from catapults flew ? There dozed the meek oxen secure in their stalls,

And, with Crumple, did nothing but chew;
There chanticleer roamed with his partlets about,

Each scratching and snatching the seed;
And the pigeons flew in on their silken-toned wings:

'Twas a picture of comfort, indeed ! 4. A rough harness streamed from a peg in a beam,

A saddle sat, bridle hung, nigh;
And the road-wagon stood, bright as satin, beside,

With its silver-plate trappings near by.
Next champed the two steeds — and what trotters

they were !
And I counted it one of my joys
To ride them with halter, bare-backed, to the pond —

Then race with the rest of the boys.

5. The lane in the summer, how greenly it smiled,

With its milk-weeds and tall mullein-spears ! There I sliced the long pumpkin vines, wreathed

through the fence, For trumpets that deafened all ears. And the pumpkins — what lanterns they made, to be

sure! What mouths, and what noses and eyes! And when on my head flamed the horrible face,

How the household resounded with cries !

6. But alas! the old barn has long since passed away

The lane has been turned to a street,
And the fields into court-yards and gardens of

All is new — all is strange that I meet.

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