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“I wish you 'd let me bleed you,” said Mr. Benjamin, with great eagerness.
“No, thank you,” replied Mr. Winkle, hurriedly. “I really think you had better," said Allen.
"Thank you,” replied Mr. Winkle; “I'd rather not."
“What do you think, Mr. Pickwick ?" inquired Bob Sawyer.
Mr. Pickwick was excited and indignant. He beckoned to Mr. Weller, and said, in a stern voice, “ Take his skates off!”
“No; but really I had scarcely begun,” remonstrated Mr. Winkle.
Take his skates off!” repeated Mr. Pickwick, firmly. The command was not to be resisted. Mr. Winkle allowed Sam to obey it, in silence.
“ Lift him up,” said Mr. Pickwick. Sam assisted him to rise.
Mr. Pickwick retired a few paces apart from the bystanders; and, beckoning his friend to approach, fixed a searching look upon him, and uttered in a low, but distinct and emphatic tone, these remarkable words :
“You're a humbug, sir!"
"A humbug, sir! I will speak plainer, if you wish it. An impostor, sir !"
With these words Mr. Pickwick turned slowly on his heel, and rejoined his friends.
sublime; One grand master-spirit, building towers from the wrecks
of time; One man who could find pure lilies, where the rest saw
With a daring born of purpose, he has risked and won
his life, And the world bows down and worships him, the hero
in the strife; Knowing nothing of the power that gave impulse to his
Could we draw aside the curtain, how amazed the world
would stand, That the whole campaign of reason by a woman had
been planned, And the armor had been buckled by a fearless mother's
Or the hero stands in silence at the brink of Slough
Despond, All forgot and sought by no one, save one woman true
and fond; But her impulse builds his purpose, reaching up to the
When a grand, pure poem rings down the ages, undefiled, And we seek to know the wherefore, looking mid the
wind and wild, Oft we find the motive power was the lisping of a child; And the poem had not reached us if a woman had not
stood Holding up the poet's courage, till the world pro
nounced it good. Which deserves the greater credit? both have done the
things they could.
Women there have been who failed men in the hour of
sorest need, And the world has heard and cursed them for the fail.
ure of the deed ; But of women soul-devoted, patient, seldom do we
It is well God over-rules it-blame of failure comes from
men; But reward for best endeavor only crowns us truly,
when We lay aside the dusty garments, and the King shall
Every good strong deed of greatness has a woman at its
base, little child with sunshine fresh from heaven upon
its face; Watching carefully the building, that each stone fits in
To some few the word is given, “Go ye forth and build
your own,' But you need not stop to seek it, God Himself will make It is grand to be a woman standing very near to God, Seeing with her heaven-born instinct every step that He
it known; You cannot misunderstand it, it will come to you
has trod; Searching in the darkest science, till she finds it bright
Do you count her power as nothing? this great thing a
trifle call ? Why, life's trifles are its great things, and its great
things are the small. She who knows the power of nothings holds the greatest
power of all.
What is nobler for a woman, than to know within her
hands Is the destiny of nations, and the fate of many lands ? What can make a woman greater than the power she
Think not that the country's ballot is the only power to
wield; God has given each a mission, we may always find some
think He counts it nobler to be more a sword than shield?
Better be an inspiration, play the harp-strings of some
soul, Than to blow Fame's silver bugle, though through con
tinents it roll, Better be a useful fragment, than a damaged, useless
whole. Better be behind the curtain, and to feel yourself a Than to lose the power of ruling, though with sceptre
you are seen; Better be a queenly woman, than unwomanly, a queen. 'Tis not angels we are wanting on this busy restless
earth, It is noble, earnest women who prize well the right of
birth, Women who are looking upward, knowing well what
life is worth,
Even though their life be hidden, just content to work
away, Till the last great task is ended, till the dawning of
the day; Knowing it shall stand exalted when God lifts the veil away.
MARIETTA F. CLOUD.
THE SHIP OF STATE.
BREAK up the Union of these States, because there
are acknowledged evils in our system? Is it so easy a matter, then, to make everything in the actual world conform exactly to the ideal pattern we have conceived in our minds of absolute right? Suppose the fatal blow were struck, and the bonds which fasten together these States were severed, would the evils and rischiefs that would be experienced by those who are actually members of this vast republican community be All that would ensue? Certainly not. We are connected with the several nations and races of the world