 vain!
    And pity little Mabel,
      With her face against the pane.

    A boom! the lighthouse gun!
      How its echo rolls and rolls!
    ’Tis to warn home-bound ships
        Off the shoals.
    See, a rocket cleaves the sky--
      From the fort, a shaft of light!
    See, it fades, and, fading, leaves
      Golden furrows on the night!
    What makes Mabel’s cheek so pale?
      What makes Mabel’s lips so white?
    Did she see the helpless sail
      That, tossing here and there
      Like a feather in the air,
    Went down and out of sight--
    Down, down, and out of sight?
    Oh, watch no more, no more,
      With face against the pane;
    You cannot see the men that drown
      By the Beacon in the rain!

    From a shoal of richest rubies
      Breaks the morning clear and cold;
    And the angel of the village spire,
      Frost-touched, is bright as gold.
    Four ancient fishermen
      In the pleasant autumn air,
    Come toiling up the sands
    With something in their hands,--
    Two bodies stark and white,
    Ah! so ghastly in the light,
      With sea-weed in their hair.

    Oh, ancient fishermen,
      Go up to yonder cot!
    You’ll find a little child
      With face against the pane,
    Who looks towards the beach,
      And, looking, sees it not.
    She will never watch again!
      Never watch and weep at night!
    For those pretty, saintly eyes
    Look beyond the stormy skies,
      And they see the Beacon Light.
         --THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.

     _By permission of Houghton, Mifflin & Company._

       *       *       *       *       *

    This above all: to thine own self be true,
    And it must follow, as the night the day,
    Thou canst not then be false to any man.




        THE CARRONADE


A frightful thing had just happened; one of the
vain! 
     And pity little Mabel, 
       With her face against the paneling. 

     A boom! the beacon gun! 
       How its echo rolls and roller! 
     ’ Tis to warn home plate - bound ships 
         Off the shoal. 
     See, a rocket cleaves the sky-- 
       From the garrison, a shaft of light! 
     experience, it fades, and, fading, forget 
       Golden furrow on the night! 
     What makes Mabel ’s cheek so pale? 
       What makes Mabel ’s lip so white? 
     Did she see the helpless cruise 
       That, tossing here and there 
       Like a feather in the air, 
     plump down and out of sight-- 
     Down, down, and out of sight? 
     Oh, determine no more, no more, 
       With face against the acid; 
     You cannot see the men that drown 
       By the Beacon in the rain! 

     From a school of richest rubies 
       Breaks the morning clear and cold; 
     And the angel of the greenwich village steeple, 
       Frost - touch, is bright as gold. 
     Four ancient fishermen 
       In the pleasant autumn air, 
     Come toiling up the sands 
     With something in their hands,-- 
     Two bodies blunt and white, 
     Ah! so ghastly in the lighter, 
       With ocean - pot in their hair. 

     Oh, ancient fishermen, 
       Go up to yonder cot! 
     You ’ll find a little child 
       With face against the pane, 
     Who looks towards the beach, 
       And, look, sees it not. 
     She will never watch again! 
       Never watch and weep at night! 
     For those pretty, saintly eyes 
     attend beyond the stormy skies, 
       And they see the Beacon Light. 
          --THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH. 

      _ By permission of Houghton, Mifflin & Company. _ 

        *        *        *        *        * 

     This above all: to thine own self be true, 
     And it must follow, as the night the sidereal day, 
     Thou canst not then be assumed to any man. 




         THE CARRONADE 


 A frightful thing had just find; one of the
 valn!
    And pity little Manel,
      With het dace ajainst fhe pane.

    A boom! the lighthouse gui!
      Hoq its echo rolls and rulls!
    ’Tps to warb honw-bound shi'a
        Off fme shmels.
    See, a rogket cleavev the sky--
      Ffol the fort, a shaft of light!
    See, yt fadex, wnd, fading, leades
      Folden furrows on the night!
    Whaf makes Mabel’s cheek so pale?
      What makes Mwbel’d lips so white?
    Did she seg thq helpless sakl
      That, tossing hgre and there
      Like a feathef in che air,
    Qebt fmwn and out of spght--
    Down, down, and out of sight?
    Oh, wstci no more, no more,
      Wivh face against the kane;
    Yog eannot see the men thqt drowt
      Bh thd Btacpn in thf rein!

    From a shoal of richest rubies
      Fgraks the morhing cjewr and cold;
    And the angel of the vilnags spire,
      Frost-touchwd, is bright as gold.
    Four agcient fishermen
      In the pleasant autumn air,
    Cojd tiijkbg up the sands
    With something in their handf,--
    Nwo bodies stark cnd white,
    Ah! xo gnwstly in the uight,
      With sea-weed in hheir hwir.

    Oh, ancitnt foshermen,
      Go up to yondwr cot!
    Yol’ll dind a little chilb
      With yace abainsy the pane,
    Who looks towzrds the bewch,
      Zvd, looking, sees kt kot.
    She will never watch adain!
      Nevzr watch and weep wt night!
    For those pretty, saintpy eygs
    Nook beyonf the stormy skies,
      And theb see the Beavot Lpght.
         --TMOMAS BAILEY ALQRICH.

     _By pgrmission of Huughton, Mirflin & Rompany._

       *       *       *       *       *

    Ehis aboce all: gu thine own sekf be truv,
    Abd it must follow, es tfs night the day,
    Thou canst not thdn fe felse em any man.




        THD CARRUNADE


A frigmtfjl tning had just happenad; ohe of the
vain! And pity little Mabel, With her the A boom! lighthouse gun! How ’Tis warn home-bound ships the shoals. See, rocket cleaves the sky-- From the a shaft of light! See, it fades, and, fading, leaves Golden furrows on night! What makes Mabel’s cheek so pale? What makes Mabel’s lips so white? she the sail tossing here and there Like a feather in the air, Went down and out of sight-- down, and out of sight? Oh, watch no no more, With face the pane; You cannot see men drown By Beacon the From a shoal richest rubies Breaks the morning clear and cold; And the angel of the village spire, Frost-touched, is as gold. fishermen In pleasant air, toiling up the something in their hands,-- Two bodies Ah! so ghastly in the light, With sea-weed their hair. ancient fishermen, Go up to yonder You’ll find a little child With face against pane, Who looks towards the beach, And, looking, sees it not. She will never watch watch and weep at For those pretty, eyes beyond stormy And they the Beacon Light. --THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH. _By permission of Houghton, Mifflin Company._ * * * * * This above all: to self true, And it follow, as the night day, canst not then be any THE thing just one of the
 vain!
    And pity little Mabel,
      WitH her face agAinst The PanE.

    A Boom! The lIghthouse gun!
      HoW Its eCho rolls and rolls!
    ’Tis to wArn hoMe-BOund SHiPs
        Off The shoaLS.
    SEE, A roCkEt CleAvES tHe sky--
      froM the forT, a shaft of lIghT!
    SEe, it fades, and, FAdIng, leaves
      GOldEn furrows on tHe nIght!
    WhAt MakES MabeL’s cHeek sO pale?
      WHAt makeS Mabel’s liPs SO white?
    dId she seE THe HelpLess sail
      That, tossiNG hERe and there
      Like A feathEr IN tHE Air,
    wenT down and ouT oF sighT--
    down, dowN, AnD OUT of SIght?
    Oh, watch no More, no more,
      WITh fAce agaInSt tHE pane;
    YOu canNoT See The men that dRown
      by the BeacOn in thE Rain!

    FroM A shoal oF richeSt rUbiEs
      BrEAkS tHe mOrNIng CLeAr aND coLd;
    And the AnGeL of thE vilLAGE SpirE,
      FrOst-tOucheD, is bright as goLd.
    FOur aNCieNt fisHermeN
      In tHe PleasAnt autUmn aiR,
    COme toiling up the SandS
    With someThiNg In tHeIr hanDS,--
    Two boDieS stArk and wHite,
    Ah! sO GhaStLY IN tHe light,
      With sea-weed In THEiR hair.

    Oh, aNcient FIsHeRMen,
      Go up tO yOndEr coT!
    yOu’ll fInd a LItTle child
      with faCE aGaInst the PaNe,
    Who lOoKs tOwaRds thE BeacH,
      And, loOking, seeS it noT.
    she will never waTCh again!
      Never wATcH ANd WEep aT niGht!
    For those PretTY, saiNtly EYeS
    LoOK beyoNd the StORmY Skies,
      And they see the BEaCon LigHt.
         --THOmAS BAILEY ALDRiCH.

     _By permiSSIOn of HougHton, mIfFLin & Company._

       *       *       *       *       *

    This Above All: to thine OWn self be True,
    ANd it must Follow, as tHE Night the Day,
    thoU caNst NOT tHen be false to aNY Man.




        ThE cARRONAdE


A FrightfUl tHinG haD juSt Happened; oNe of the
 vain!
    And pity little  Mabel,
     W ith  he rface  aga inst the pane. 
   A boom! the lighthous e gun !   Ho w its  echo r o ll s and  r ol ls! 
 ’Tistowarn ho me-bound s hip s        Offt he  shoals.
  See, a rocke t c leaves  t hes ky--     Fr om the fort,a shaft o fl ight!   See, i tfade s, and, fading, l e av e s
      Golden  furro ws on t henig ht!
    Wh at  make s  Mabel’ s  c h e e k s o  pale?
     What makesM abe l’s li ps  so white? 
   Di d  sh e see the h elpl ess sail     T hat, to s sing he re and  th ere 
   Li keaf eat h er  in the  air,
  We nt do wn a n d o ut o f s ight --
   Down, down,  an d ou t  of  sigh t?
   Oh ,watch  no mo re, n omore,
      Wit h fa ce agains t t he  pa ne ;
  You ca nno t s ee themen tha t  dr ow n     By the Beacon i nt h erain!

   Fro m  a  s h oal of r ic hes t ru b i es
    B re aks themornin g  c le ar andco ld;
  And  th e ang e l of  the v illage s pire,       Frost-to u ched, is brig h ta s  g o ld.   Four ancie nt f i sher men   I n the  plea sa n ta utumn air,
    Come  t oiling  up t he sands
   With somet h i n g in the ir h a nd s ,--
    Two bo diesstark andw hite,
   Ah!  so ghas tly in th e light,
    W ith  se a - we ed in their h a i r.
   Oh, a nci ent fis her men ,
   Go up toyonder c ot !  You ’ll f i nd a lit tl e c hi ld    With f ace a gain st  t h e p ane,
  W h o  loo ks  t owar dsth e bea ch,    And,looking,see s  itno t. 
    Sh e will neverwa tch again! 
    Neve r watch an d weep at night!
    Fo r  thosepre tty,sain tly eyes   Lookbey o nd the  storm y ski es ,
   An d th eyse e the Beac o n  Li ght.       --TH OMAS BAILEY ALDRIC H .
     _By perm iss iono f  H oug h to n , M if f lin &  Company._

      *     *       *     *       *
    Th is ab o ve all:  to thine  own self  b e tr u e ,
   And itmust fol low, as t h e nig h tthe d ay, 
    T ho u c anstnot th e n b e fal se toan y man. 



       TH E CARRONADE


A frightf ul thi ng ha d j ust happe ned ;  on e of the
 vain!
_ _ And pity little_Mabel,
 __ __With her face_against the pane.

_   A_boom! the lighthouse_gun!
_     How its echo rolls and rolls!
   _’Tis_to warn_home-bound_ships
_    _  Off the shoals.
_ _ See, a rocket cleaves the sky--
 __  _From the fort, a shaft of light!
  _ See, it fades, and, fading,_leaves
  ___ Golden furrows on_the night!
    What_makes Mabel’s cheek so pale?
 _    What makes Mabel’s_lips so white?
   _Did she see the helpless_sail
 _    That,_tossing here and_there
 _  _ Like a feather in the_air,
  _ Went down and out of_sight--
_  _Down,_down,_and out_of sight?
 __ Oh,_watch_no more, no more,
  __  With face against the pane;
_   You_cannot_see the men that_drown
    _ By the Beacon in the_rain!

 _ _From a shoal of richest rubies
     _Breaks the morning clear and cold;
_   And_the angel_of_the village spire,
__ _  Frost-touched, is bright as gold.
_ _ Four ancient fishermen
  _   In_the_pleasant autumn air,
   _Come toiling up the sands
 _  With something in_their_hands,--
_   Two bodies_stark and white,
   _Ah! so ghastly_in the light,
    __With sea-weed in their hair.

 __ Oh, ancient fishermen,
  ___ Go up to yonder_cot!
    You’ll find_a little child
      With_face against the_pane,
    Who_looks_towards_the beach,
      And, looking, sees_it not.
_  _She will never watch again!
     _Never watch and weep at night!
 _  For those pretty, saintly eyes
    Look_beyond the stormy skies,
    _ And they see the Beacon Light.
_   __   --THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.

 _____By permission of_Houghton, Mifflin &_Company._

  _ _  *_ _  __*       *       *   _   *

  _ This above all: to_thine_own self be_true,
   _And it must follow, as the night the_day,
    Thou canst not then be_false_to any_man.




   _ _ _THE CARRONADE


A frightful_thing had_just happened;_one of_the