"I've been in many an ugly scrape in my time, but I never felt 'arf as bad as I did then. Every minute seemed as long as a dozen; and the tick o' the mate's watch, reg'lar, pricked my ears like a pin. "Eight minutes,' says the mate, his great, deep voice breakin' in upon the silence like the toll o' a funeral bell. 'If you've got anything to confess, my lad, you'd best out with it, for ye're time's nearly up.' "I've told you the truth,' answers the boy, very pale, but as firm as ever. 'May I say my prayers, please?' "The mate nodded; and down goes the poor little chap on his knees and puts up his poor little hands to pray. I couldn't make out what he said, but I'll be bound God heard it every word. Then he ups on his feet again, and puts his hands behind him, and says to the mate quite quietly: 'I'm ready.' "And then, sir, the mate's hard, grim face broke up all to once, like I've seed the ice in the Baltic. He snatched up the boy in his arms, and kissed him, and burst out acryin' like a child; and I think there warn't one of us as didn't do the same. I know I did for one. "God bless you, my boy!' says he, smoothin' the child's hair with his great hard hand. 'You're a true Englishman, every inch of you; you wouldn't tell a lie to save yer life! Well, if so be as yer father's cast yer off, I'll be yer father from this day forth; and if I ever forget you, then may God forget me!' "And he kep' his word, too. When we got to Halifax, he found out the little un's aunt, and gev' her a lump o' money to make him comfortable; and now he goes to see the youngster every voyage, as reg'lar as can be; and to see the pair on 'em together-the little chap so fond of him, and not bearin' him a bit o' grudge-it's 'bout as pretty a sight as ever I seed. And now, sir, axin' yer parding, it's time for me to be goin' below; so I'll just wish yer goodnight." ARNOLD WINKELREID BY JAMES MONTGOMERY "Make way for Liberty!"-he cried; In arms the Austrian phalanx stood, Peasants whose new-found strength had broke Marshaled once more at Freedom's call, They came to conquer or to fall. And now the work of life and death Hung in the passing of a breath; Yet, while the Austrians held their ground, The unbroken line of lances blazed; That line 't were suicide to meet It must not be: this day, this hour, It did depend on one, indeed; Unmarked, he stood among the throng, Till you might see, with sudden grace, Tell where the bolt would strike and how. But 't was no sooner thought than done- "Make way for liberty!" he cried: Swift to the breach his comrades fly- An earthquake could not overthrow Thus Switzerland again was free; ON THE RAPPAHANNOCK The sun had set, and in the distant West On either side the Rappahannock lay And still they sing those words: "Our cause is just. A thousand lusty throats the chorus sing: Then loud huzzas and wildest cheers were given, |