Dear girl, her name he dared not speak,
      But, as the song grew louder,
    Something upon the soldier’s cheek
      Washed off the stains of powder.

    Beyond the darkening ocean burned
      The bloody sunset’s embers,
    While the Crimean valleys learned
     How English love remembers.

    And once again a fire of hell
      Rained on the Russian quarters,
    With scream of shot--and burst of shell,
      And bellowing of the mortars.

    And Irish Nora’s eyes are dim
      For a singer, dumb and gory;
    And English Mary mourns for him
      Who sang of “Annie Laurie.”

    Sleep, soldiers still in honored rest
      Your truth and valor wearing;
    The bravest are the tenderest,--
      The loving are the daring.
         --BAYARD TAYLOR.

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    The tree does not fall at the first stroke.




        AN UNCOMFORTABLE BED


As Theseus was skirting the valley along the foot of a lofty mountain, a
very tall and strong man came down to meet him, dressed in rich
garments. On his arms were golden bracelets, and round his neck a collar
of jewels. He came forward, bowing courteously, held out both his hands,
and spoke:--

[Illustration: CHARLES KINGSLEY]

“Welcome, fair youth, to these mountains; happy am I to have met you!
For what is greater pleasure to a good man than to entertain strangers?
But I see that you are weary. Come up to my castle, and rest yourself
awhile.”

“I give you thanks,” said Theseus; “but I am in haste to go up the
valley.”

“Alas! you have wandered far from the right way, and you cannot reach
the end of the valley to-night, for there are many miles of mountain
between you and it, and steep passes, and cliffs dangerous after
nightfall. It is well for you that I met you, for my whole joy is to
find strangers, and to feast them at my castle, and hear tales from them
of foreign lands. Come up with me and eat the best of venison, and
Dear girl, her name he dared not speak, 
       But, as the song grow louder, 
     Something upon the soldier ’s boldness 
       Washed off the stains of powder. 

     Beyond the darken ocean burned 
       The bloody sunset ’s ember, 
     While the Crimean valleys learned 
      How English love remembers. 

     And once again a ardor of sin 
       Rained on the Russian quarters, 
     With belly laugh of shot -- and burst of shell, 
       And bellowing of the mortar. 

     And Irish Nora ’s eyes are dim 
       For a singer, dumb and gory; 
     And English Mary mourns for him 
       Who sang of “ Annie Laurie. ” 

     Sleep, soldiers however in honored rest 
       Your truth and heroism wearing; 
     The bravest are the tenderest,-- 
       The loving are the dare. 
          --BAYARD TAYLOR. 

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     The tree does not fall at the inaugural stroke. 




         AN UNCOMFORTABLE BED 


 As Theseus was skirting the valley along the foot of a lofty batch, a 
 very tall and strong man came down to meet him, dressed in full-bodied 
 garments. On his arms were golden bracelets, and round his neck a collar 
 of jewels. He came forward, bowing politely, bear out both his hands, 
 and spoke:-- 

 [ example: CHARLES KINGSLEY ] 

 “ Welcome, clean youth, to these mountains; happy am I to have meet you! 
 For what is greater pleasure to a good man than to harbor strangers? 
 But I see that you are weary. Come up to my castle, and rest yourself 
 awhile. ” 

 “ I give you thanks, ” said Theseus; “ but I am in haste to go up the 
 valley. ” 

 “ Alas! you have wandered far from the right direction, and you cannot reach 
 the goal of the valley to - night, for there are many miles of mountain 
 between you and it, and steep pass, and cliffs dangerous after 
 nightfall. It is well for you that I meet you, for my whole joy is to 
 find strangers, and to feast them at my palace, and hear tales from them 
 of foreign lands. Come up with me and feed the best of venison, and
Deag girl, her name he dared not speak,
      But, as the skng grew louder,
    Something upon thx soodier’w cheek
      Washed ofw the stapns of poqder.

    Beyond vge darkcuing kgean yucned
      The bkoody sunsat’s embers,
    Fhklz the Crimean valleys learned
     Hor Englixh love rememberf.

    Wnd knce again a fire of hell
      Raihed on uhe Russian quartets,
    With scream of shot--ajd bkrst of shell,
      And bellowung jd the mortarr.

    And Ignsh Nora’s eies are dim
      For a singer, duob anb gory;
    Abd Enhnish Mary miurns for him
      Who satg of “Amnie Laurie.”

    Slxep, woldiers still in honmred rest
      Yout truth ang ralor wearing;
    The vrqvest are the renaertst,--
      Thf lkving are fhe daring.
         --BAYARD TAYLPR.

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    The tree does not fall at the first stroke.




        AN UNCOMFORTABLE BEF


As Thesets was skirting the valley along the foot of a loxty mkjntclk, a
vdey tall and strong man came down to meet him, drqastd pn rich
garments. Ok his arms were gokdfn fracelets, and round hia neck a collar
of uewels. Re cane forwarq, boeing courteously, held out bith his handf,
qnd spoke:--

[Illustratnon: CHARLES YINGXLEY]

“Wrlcome, fair youth, to thzse mohntains; hapoy am I tk have met you!
For whst is greaudr pleasure to a dood man vhan co entergain stranders?
But I dee tmdt you are weary. Clme uk to mf castle, ajd rest yourself
awhile.”

“I give yon thanks,” said Tvesvus; “but I am ik haste to go u[ the
valley.”

“Alax! you hcve wavdered far from tie right way, and you cannmj reach
the env of the dallwy ti-night, wur there are msny miles of mountaun
between you and lt, ana steep passes, aub xliffs dangeroux awtew
npghvfall. Ht is well fmr yuu gnat I met you, fov mh whple joy is to
find stsangsrs, and to feast tnei at my xastle, agd hear tales from them
of foreihn laids. Cooe up wijh me and eat the best of veniskn, and
Dear girl, her name he dared not as song grew Something upon the stains powder. Beyond the ocean burned The sunset’s embers, While the Crimean valleys How English love remembers. And once again a fire of hell Rained on Russian quarters, With scream of shot--and burst of shell, And bellowing of the And Nora’s are For a singer, dumb and gory; And English Mary mourns for him Who sang of “Annie Sleep, soldiers still in honored rest Your truth valor wearing; The bravest the tenderest,-- The loving are daring. TAYLOR. * * * tree does not at the first stroke. AN UNCOMFORTABLE BED As Theseus was skirting the valley along the foot of lofty mountain, tall and man down meet him, dressed garments. On his arms were golden his neck a collar of jewels. He came bowing courteously, out both his hands, and spoke:-- CHARLES KINGSLEY] “Welcome, fair youth, to these mountains; am I to have met you! For what is greater pleasure to a good man entertain strangers? But I that you are Come to castle, rest yourself “I give you thanks,” said Theseus; “but I am in haste go up the valley.” “Alas! you have wandered far from way, you cannot reach end of the valley for are many miles of you it, and dangerous nightfall. It is well you that I met you, my whole joy is feast them at my castle, and hear tales them of foreign lands. Come up with and eat the best of venison, and
Dear girl, her name he dared not Speak,
      But, as The soNg gRew LoUder,
    someThing upon the soLDier’S cheek
      Washed off the staiNs of pOwDEr.

    BeYOnD the dArkeninG OcEAN buRnEd
      the BlOOdY sunsEt’s Embers,
    WHile the CriMeaN vAlleys learneD
     hoW English loVe rEmembers.

    And oNce Again a FiRe oF Hell
      RAinEd on tHe RussIAn quarTers,
    With sCrEAm of shOT--and burST Of ShelL,
      And bellowing of thE MoRTars.

    And Irish NoRa’s eyeS aRE dIM
      for A siNger, dumb anD gOry;
    AnD english mArY MOUrnS For him
      Who sang Of “Annie LaurIE.”

    SlEep, solDiErs STill in HonorEd REst
      your truth anD valOr wearing;
    the braVEst are tHE tenderEst,--
      The LovIng Are tHE dArIng.
         --bAyaRD taYlOR.

       *       *       *       *       *

    tHe tRee does nOt FaLl at tHe fiRST STrokE.




        AN uNCOmFORTaBLE BED


As ThesEus Was sKIrtIng thE vallEy alOnG the fOot of a Lofty MoUntain, a
very tall And sTrong man cAme DoWn tO mEet hiM, DresseD in RicH
garmenTs. On his ARms WeRE GOlDen bracelets, and rouNd HIS nEck a collAr
of jeWElS. HE Came forwArD, boWing COUrteoUsly, HElD out both His hanDS,
aNd Spoke:--

[IlLuStratiOn: cHArLEs KINGslEY]

“WElcome, Fair youtH, to thESe mountains; hapPY am I to have met YOu!
fOR wHAt is GreAter pleasurE to a GOod mAn thAN tO enTErtaiN straNgERs?
bUt I see that you are weaRy. come up To my cAstle, and rest yOurself
awhILE.”

“i give you ThanKS,” sAId Theseus; “but I aM in haSte to go up tHE
valley.”

“ALas! yoU have wanDered far fROM the righT waY, anD yoU caNNOt Reach
the end of THE valLeY to-nighT, foR there aRe mAny MilEs oF mOuntain
beTween you AnD iT, aNd SteEp pasSEs, and cliFfS daNgEroUs aftER
nightFall. IT is wElL fOR yoU that I mET yOU, For mY wHoLe joY is To
Find sTranGErs, And to feAst them at My cAStle, AnD hEar taleS from them
of foReIgn lands. CoMe Up wIth me aND Eat the beSt of venison, and
Dear girl, her name he dar ed not spe ak,
    B ut , as  the  song grew lou d er,    Something upon the  sold ie r ’s c h ee k
     Wash e do f f t he  s tai ns of  powd er. 

    B eyond thedar ke ning ocean b u rn ed
      T hebloody sunse t’s  ember s, 
  Whil e t he Cr imeanv alleys  learned   HowE nglishl o ve  rem embers.

    Ando nc e  again a fireof hel l  Ra ine d on the R us sianq uarters , 
Wit h  scream of sh ot--and bur s t o f shel l, 
    And  bell ow i ngof the mort ars. 

    And  Irish Nora’se yes are  dim
    F or a si ng er,  d u mba nd  go r y;    AndEn gl ish M arym o u r ns f orhim     Who sang of“An nieL aur ie.”
   Slee p,  sold iers s tillin  honored rest
    Your tru than d v al or we a ring;   Th e brave st aret hete n d e re st,--
      The lo vi n g  a re the d aring.       --BA YA RDTAYL O R .

    *      *     *      *     *

  Th e t ree d o es n ot fal l at the  firs t  stroke.




      AN UNCO M FO R T AB L E BE D

As Theseus  was skir ting th e v a lleyalong  t h ef oot of a lofty moun ta in, averytall and stro ng man cam e d own to m eeth im ,  dressed in ri ch
ga rments. On his arms  were  goldenbracelets , and roun d h isnec k a c ol lar
of jewels . He c am e forwa rd,  bowing  co urt eou sly ,held outboth his  h an ds ,and  spok e :--

[Il lu str at ion : CHA R LES KI NGSLE Y]
“W el c ome , fairy ou t h , to  t he se m oun ta ins;happ y  am  I to h ave met y ou! Forwh at  is gre ater pleasure  t o a good m an  th an toe n tertainstrangers?
But I see th a t you a reweary . Co me up tomycastle , a n d rest  yours elf
a wh ile . ” 

“Ig i ve  yo uthanks,” s a i d T heseu s;  “bu t I amin haste to go upt hevalley.”

“Al as!  you h av e w a nd e red  f a r f r o m the right way , and youca n no t reach
th e  en dof thevalleyto-ni g ht, for  there ar e many mi le s of m oun tain
betwe en you a nd it, an d  stee p  p asses , a nd cli ff s d anger ous af t ernight fall.It  is we ll fo ryou that  I met you, for my whol e joyis to 
fi nd strang ers ,  an d to feas t th em at my c ast le,  andhea r  tale s fr o mthe m 
of f orei g n lands.C om e u p wi th me and e a t the  best  of veniso n, a nd
Dear girl,_her name_he dared not speak,
_ __ _But,_as the song_grew louder,
 _  Something upon_the soldier’s cheek
__    Washed off the stains of powder.

    Beyond_the_darkening ocean_burned
__    The_bloody sunset’s embers,
  _ While_the Crimean valleys learned
    _How_English love remembers.

_   And once again a fire of_hell
     _Rained on the_Russian_quarters,
_   With_scream of shot--and burst of shell,
_     And_bellowing of the mortars.

   _And Irish Nora’s eyes are dim
_    _For a_singer, dumb and gory;
 _  And_English Mary_mourns for him
_     Who_sang of “Annie_Laurie.”

    Sleep, soldiers_still_in honored rest
___ _ Your truth_and_valor wearing;
__  The bravest are the_tenderest,--
_     The loving_are the daring.
 __   _  --BAYARD TAYLOR.

 _     *_ _ _  *       * _     *_   _ _*

_  _The_tree does_not fall at the first stroke.




 _ _    AN UNCOMFORTABLE_BED


As Theseus was skirting_the_valley along the foot of a_lofty mountain, a
very tall and strong_man came down to meet_him,_dressed_in rich
garments. On his arms_were golden bracelets, and round his_neck a collar
of_jewels. He came forward, bowing courteously, held_out_both his hands,
and spoke:--

[Illustration: CHARLES KINGSLEY]

“Welcome,_fair_youth, to these mountains; happy am_I_to_have met you!
For what is_greater pleasure to a good man_than to entertain strangers?
But I see that you are_weary. Come up_to my castle, and rest_yourself
awhile.”

“I_give_you thanks,” said Theseus; “but I am in haste to_go up_the
valley.”

“Alas! you have_wandered far from the right way, and you cannot reach
the_end of the valley to-night, for there_are many miles of mountain
between you and it, and steep passes,_and cliffs dangerous after
nightfall. It is well for_you that I met you, for my_whole joy is to
find_strangers,_and to feast them at my castle,_and_hear_tales_from them
of foreign_lands. Come up_with me and_eat the_best of venison,_and