The Council of Horses. UPON a time a neighing steed, Who grazed among a numerous breed, Because our sires have borne the chain? Consider, friends, your strength and might; 'Tis conquest to assert your right. How cumbrous is the gilded coach! To drag the ploughshare through the soil, Shall haughty man my back bestride? A general nod approv'd the cause, "When I had health and strength like you The toils of servitude I knew ; Now grateful man rewards my pains, Through all the labours of the year? *NESTOR.-An aged chieftain who took part with the Greeks in the siege of Troy. From his age and experience he was looked up to as the adviser or counsellor of the army. How many thousand structures rise, To fence us from inclement skies! And stores up all our winter's hay; He Sows, he reaps We share the toil, and share the grain! To aid each other's mutual need, The tumult ceased. The colt submitted, GAY. What is that, Mother? WHAT is that, mother ?— The lark, my child. The morn has but just looked out and smiled, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother?— The dove, my son, And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, Ever, my son, be thou like the dove, In friendship as faithful, as constant in love! What is that, mother?— The eagle, boy, Proudly careering his course of joy, What is that, mother? The swan, my love. He is floating down from his native grove, He is floating down by himself to die ; DOANE. The Vulture of the Alps. 'VE been among the mighty Alps, and wandered through their vales, And heard the honest mountaineers relate their dismal tales, As round the cottage blazing hearth, when their daily work was o'er, They spake of those who disappeared, and ne'er were heard of more. [fear, And there I from a shepherd heard a narrative of A tale to rend a mortal heart, which mothers might not hear : The tears were standing in his eyes, his voice was tremulous; But, wiping all those tears away, he told his story thus: "It is among these barren cliffs the ravenous vulture dwells, Who never fattens on the prey which from afar he smells; [rock, But, patient, watching hour on hour upon a lofty He singles out some truant lamb, a victim, from the flock. "One cloudless Sabbath summer morn, the sun was rising high, When, from my children on the green, I heard a fearful cry, |