"Gleanings From The Blue."

Mais que sert de te plaindre et t'aimer , pauvre mere ? Nos voeux ne peuvent rien sans le secours du Ciel . " De sa coupe , Seigneur , Ste l ' absinthe amere "Et daigne al ' avenir n ' y laisser que le miel ! "Son coenr saigne ; ses pieds out gravi le

Calvaire , " Son front pale est courbe sous le poids des malheurs ! " Verse sur sa blessure un baume salutaire , "Efc taris dans ses yeux la source de ses pleurs !"

And once more we think it well to notice some very effective lines in Latin and English , called " Prospice . "

PROSPICE . Fear death ?—to feel the fog in my throat , The mist in my face , When the snows begin , and the blasts denote I am nearing the place , The power of the night , the press of the storm ,

The post of the foe ; Where he stands , the Arch Pear in a- visible form , Yet the strong man must go ; Eor the journey is done and the summit attained , And the barriers fall , Though a battle ' s to fight ere the guerdon is

gained , The reward of it all . I was ever a fighter , so—one fight more , The best and the last ! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes , and forbear And bade me creep past .

No , let me taste the whole of it , fare like my peers The heroes of old , Bear the brunt , in a minute pay glad life ' s arrears Of pain , darkness , and cold . Eor sudden the worst turns the best to the brave ,

The black minute ' s at end , And the elements rage , the fiend voices that rave , Shall dwindle , shall blend , Shall change , shall become first a piece out of pain , Then a light , then thy breast , 0 , thou soul of my soul ! I shall clasp thee again , And with God be the rest !

But what , poor mother , avail our grief and love ? Our vows are naught Avithout the aid of Heaven ; The wormwood from her cup , 0 Lord , remove , Vouchsafe that honey alone henceforth be given .

Her heart is wrung , on Calvary stand her feet ; Her face is pale , and crushed with ivoes and fears ; Anoint her wound with healing balm and sweet , And in her eyes drain dry tho source of tears .

IdemLatine . Mortemne ut timeam—Sentire in gutture fmnos , In facie nebulas ? Ut cajpere nives , propioraque { lamina signant Me tetigisse locum , Qua box arma movet , tempestas urget , ' et

hostis In statione sua , est : Statque viris jsrassens Libitina timoris imago , Nee renuenda viris ! Nam confecta via est , et habemus eulmina montis , Ipsaque valla cadunt , Qnamqnam pugna manetpretium mercedis

, et actum Eine corbnat opus . Pugnavi meruique manu : nunc optima tantum Summa , relicta dies :

Nollem lnminibus captis mihi praater eunti Mors faceret veniam . Immo ego , quaDcnnque est ediscam , heroes ut ante , Consimilesque mei ! Cuncta feram , loetas reparem dispendia vitas , Nocte , dolore , gelu : Nee mora : nam subito prosunt et pessima

forfci ; Nigvior hora perit : Tartarean voces , elomentaque saeva , quiescunt , Ut coiise putes . ¦ Met mutatis dolor otia—luxque—tuoque in Pectoro dcliciee , 0 vitas vita ipsa mea 3 ! te amplectar , ut olim : Viderit inde Deus !

Many other of the articles equally deserve attention ancl perusal , but our limits are exhausted . We hope this little work will find many friendl y reader ' s attention .