The American literary reciter; readings, delcamations and plays, original compositions and choice selections of the best literature .. . ike the brass cannon; let the brow over-whelm it, As fearfully as doth a galled rock Overhang and jutty his confounded base, Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth, and stretch the nos-tril wide, Hold hard the breath, and bend up everyspirit To his full height. Now on, you noblestEnglish, HARFLEUR. Whose blood is fetched from fathers ofwar-proof; Fathers, that like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn to evenfought, And sheat
The American literary reciter; readings, delcamations and plays, original compositions and choice selections of the best literature .. . ike the brass cannon; let the brow over-whelm it, As fearfully as doth a galled rock Overhang and jutty his confounded base, Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth, and stretch the nos-tril wide, Hold hard the breath, and bend up everyspirit To his full height. Now on, you noblestEnglish, HARFLEUR. Whose blood is fetched from fathers ofwar-proof; Fathers, that like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn to evenfought, And sheathed their swords for lack of ar-gument : Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! And you, good yeomen,Whose limbs are made in England, show us hereThe mettle of your pasture; let us swearThat you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not:For there is none of you so mean and baseThat hath not noble luster in your eye;I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,Straining upon the start: the games a-foot;Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge,Cry, Heaven for Harry, England, and St. George. — ^V. Treasure Trove- World Favorites This department includes those immortal writings that won favor throughout the world andare as popular to-day as when they were first written many years belong to Auld Lang Syne, and are old acquaint-ances that shall never be forgot. ttJ* ^W (£• PRESIDENT LINCOLNS FAVORITE POEM. OH, why should the spirit of mortal beproud?Like a fast-flitting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,He passes from life to his rest in the grave. The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,Be scattered around and together be laid;And the young and the old, and the low and the high,Shall moulder to dust and together shall die. The child that a mother attended and loved,The mother that infants affection that proved,The husband that mother and infant that blessed,Each, all, are away to th
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