IN MEMORY. 
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dividual; so the bobolink, rice-bird, and rice¬ 
bunting; the chewink, swamp-robin, swamp- 
thrush, and oven-bird; the yellow-bird and 
goldfinch ; the robin and red-breasted thrush; 
the wood-thrush, brown-thrasher, and north¬ 
ern mocking-bird; the golden-winged wood¬ 
pecker, and high-liole , the nuthatch, quank, 
and chickadee; the chip-bird, chip-sparrow, and 
ground-sparrow; the oriole, hanging-bird, and 
Baltimore oriole; the shrike, butcher-bird, ty¬ 
rant-bird, and blue jay-hawk, and others. 
Many of these names are given without suffi¬ 
cient reason; in some instances they properly 
belong to different birds, but familiar names 
and familiar observation is better at this stage 
of our knowledge of Natural History than sci¬ 
entific classification. We must learn to distin¬ 
guish objects in Natural History as we distin¬ 
guish foreigners, neighbors, and friends, by their 
looks and ways, and new instances by compar¬ 
ison with the known. Among the birds, at 
least, there is not wanting to every variety some 
well-defined peculiarity in flight, nests, food, or 
voice. 
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IN MEMORY. 
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Greece hath her Thcrmopylce, 
Brave Switzerland her Tell, 
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Heroic sohjs as well! 
The graves of glorious Marathon 
Are green aboYe the dead; 
And we have royal fields whereon 
The trampled grass is red. 
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O not alone the hoary Past 
Spilled precious princely blood! 
O not alone its sons were cast 
In knightly form and mood! 
Perennial smells of sacrifice 
Make sweet our sickened air; 
And troth as leal as Sydney’s lies 
Around us every where. 
Swords tried as that Excalibur 
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Which graced King Arthur’s thigh— 
What time our battle instincts stir, 
Plash bare beneath the sky. 
We feel the rowels of Honor prick 
As keenly as did he, 
Who sowed his savage epoch thick 
With perfect chivalry. 
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Cceur-de-Leons on every field, 
Sweet saints in every home, 
Through whose dear helping stands revealed 
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The joy of martyrdom ! 
Compassed by whose assuring loves 
Our comrades dared and died, 
As blithely as a bridegroom moves 
To meet his waiting bride. 
Though tears be salt, and wormwood still 
Is bitter to the taste, 
God’s heart is tender, and He will 
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Let no life fail nor waste'.' 
O mothers of our Gracchi! w r hen 
You gave your jewels up, 
A continent of hopeless men 
Grew rich in boundless hope! 
Renown stands mute beside the graves 
With which the land is scarred; 
Unheralded our splendid braves 
Went forth unto the Lord: 
No Poet hoards their humble names 
In his immortal scrolls; 
But not the less the darkness flames 
With their clear-shining souls! 
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Beneath the outward havoc they 
The inward Mercy saw; 
High intuitions of Duty lay 
Upon,them strong as law; 
Athwart the bloody horizon 
They marked God’s blazing sword, 
And heard His dreadful thunders run 
When but the cannon roared. 
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Shield-bearers of the Sovran Truth! 
We count your dostly deeds, 
Deyoutly as a maiden doth 
Her consecrated beads. < 
You thrill us with the calms which flow 
In Eucharistic wine; 
And by your straight tall lives we know 
That Life is still divine. 
