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ong, Like emptied sea-shells on the sand; - Yet, sprinkled with this blushing rain, The dust restores each blooming girl, As if the sea-shells moved again Their glistening lips of pink and pearl.
Here lies the home of school-boy life, With creaking stair and wind-swept hall, And, scarred by many a truant knife, Our old initials on the wall; Here rest--their keen vibrations mute - The shout of voices known so well, The ringing laugh, the wailing flute, The chiding of the sharp-tongued bell.
Here, clad in burning robes, are laid Life's blossomed joys, untimely shed; And here those cherished forms have strayed We miss awhile, and call them dead. What wizard fills the maddening glass What soil the enchanted clusters grew? That buried passions wake and pass In beaded drops of fiery dew?
Nay, take the cup of blood-red wine, - Our hearts can boast a warmer grow, Filled from a vantage more divine, - Calmed, but not chilled by winter's snow! To-night the palest wave we sip Rich as the priceless draught shall be That wet the bride of Cana's lip, - The wedding wine of Galilee!
CHAPTER VI
Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all.
- I think, Sir,--said the divinity-student,--you must intend that for one of the sayings of the Seven Wise Men of Boston you were speaking of the other day.
I thank you, my young friend,--was my reply,--but I must say something better than that, before I could pretend to fill out the number.
- The schoolmistress wanted to know how many of these sayings there were on record, and what, and by whom said.
- Why, let us see,--there is that one of Benjamin Franklin, "the great Bostonian," after whom this lad was named. To be sure, he said a great many wise things,--and I don't feel sure he didn't borrow this,--he speaks as if it were old. But then he applied it so neatly! -
"He that has once done you a kindness will be more ready to do you anothe