'Tis the beating of the tempest
Makes the oak so firnly stand;
'Theu it atrskes its roots more deeply,
Clinging closer to the land;
And shall we, when storms are raging,
Mtuomur if the wintry blast
Unto Iliam whose arms support us
Make us cleave more fast I
'Tis the battle lnakes them soldier
More than peaceful times of ease;
'Tis the storm tlhat makes the sailor
More than calm, untroubled seas;
And it we, when sorely tempted.
Shatll with courage still eudure.
Victory, when we're uextswss.lted.
Will be made more care.
So when, like a fleeting -viaiuw,
Ealrthly things have passed .away,
And before the King of Glory
We are met in glad array.
All that now seems painful mystery
VW'ill be clearly understood,
And we shall with joy aekanowJdge
All things worked bfr good.
-I. Robiauso, in Loxust Baptia.
THE PEACE COXIXIlION.
A PII'TK PASTORAL.
It was a peace coniadeioaer.
And hi. garb was sober drab;
His hairwas long and white, and he
Econoeiiaed his gab.
In shorti he was a reticent
And Ihoffensive slab.
His style was philanthropic,
And he bore a capet-bag,
In which he stored his tracts and soap,
And other peaceful swag,
Which Indians patronize when war
And cattle stealing lag.
Long they sat in solemn council,
'The agent and the red,
Mildly talking flabby virtue,
Till the sachem shook his head,
As with doubtlmd dim susapision;
Then he grutpd low and said
Not with eloquence of nature
Not in metaphoric style,
But in simple frontler lingo.
Mingled slang and grammar vile
" Na-ree trow-ziass; want some whisky;
injun empty; drink a pile."
Then that meek and lowly Quaker
RIemonstrated with a tear;
Spoke of fire-wsate- and ruin
With eloquence severe
Said, quite feelingly, that whisky
Was a foe most insincere.
