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As one who, walking in the twilight gloom, 
 Hears round about him voices as it darkens, 
 
 And seeing not the forms from which they come, 
 Pauses from time to time, and turns and hearkens ; 
 
 So walking here in twilight, O my friends ! 
 
 I hear your voices, softened by the distance, 
 And pause, and turn to listen, as each sends 
 
 His words of friendship, comfort, and assistance. . . . 
 
 Perhaps on earth I never shall behold. 
 
 With eye of sense, your outward form and semblance ; 
 Therefore to me ye never will grow old, 
 
 But live forever young in my remembrance. 
 
 Never grow old, nor change, nor pass away ! 
 
 Your gentle voices will flow on forever. 
 When life grows bare and tarnished with decay. 
 
 As through a leafless landscape flows a river. 
 
 Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, 
 Being oftentimes of diff'erent tongues and nations, 
 
 But the endeavor for the selfsame ends. 
 With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations. . . . 
 
 Therefore I hope, as no unwelcome guest. 
 
 At your warm fireside, when the lamps are lighted. 
 
 To have my place reserved among the rest. 
 Nor stand as one unsought and uninvited ! 
 
 Dedication of **The Seaside and the Fireside.*' 
 
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T* JANUARY 1-3 
 
 1. Emancipation Proclamation, 1863. 
 
 Janus am I ; oldest of potentates ! 
 Forward I look and backward, and below 
 I count — as god of avenues and gates — 
 The years that through my portals come and go. 
 I block the roads and drift the fields with snow, 
 I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen ; 
 My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow. 
 My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men. 
 The Poet's Calendar — January. 
 
 2. James Wolfe, 1727. 
 For the structure that we raise, 
 
 Time is with materials filled ; 
 Our to-days and yesterdays 
 
 Are the blocks v/ith which we build. 
 
 Build to-day, then, strong and sure, 
 
 With a firm and ample base ; 
 And ascending and secure 
 
 Shall to-morrow find its place. 
 
 The Builders. 
 
 3. Battle of Princeton, 1777. 
 Whene'er a noble deed is wrought, 
 Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, 
 Our hearts, in glad surprise. 
 To higher levels rise. santa Filomena. 
 
JANUARY 4-7 
 
 4. Arrest of Five Members, 1642. 
 
 Each man's chimney is his Golden Mile-stone ; 
 Is the central point, from which he measures 
 
 Every distance 
 Through the gateways of the world around him. 
 
 The Golden Mile-Stone. 
 
 5. Stephen Decatur, 1779. 
 
 The heights by great men reached and kept 
 Were not attained by sudden flight, 
 
 But they, while their companions slept, 
 Were toiling upward in the night. 
 
 The Ladder op St. Augustine. 
 
 6. Charles Sumner, 1811. 
 They laid their offerings at his feet : 
 
 The gold was their tribute to a King, 
 The frankincense, with its odor sweet. 
 Was for the Priest, the Paraclete, 
 The myrrh for the body's burying. 
 
 The Three Kings. 
 
 7. Israel Putnam, 1718. 
 If, invisible ourselves, we could follow a singl? 
 human being through a single day of his life, and 
 know all his secret thoughts and hopes and anxie- 
 ties, his prayers and tears and good resolves, his 
 passionate delights and struggles against tempta- 
 tion, we should have poetry enough to fill a volume. 
 
 Dritt-Wood. 
 
1^ JANUARY 8-1 1 
 
 8. Robert Schumann, 1810. 
 
 O day of rest ! How beautiful, how fair, 
 How welcome to the weary and the old ! 
 Day of the Lord ! and truce to earthly cares ! 
 Day of the Lord, as all our days should be ! 
 
 John Endicott. 
 
 9. Napoleon III. died, 1873. 
 Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, 
 We will stand by each other, however it blow. 
 Oppression, and sickness, and sorrow, and pain 
 ^hall be to our true love as links to the chain. 
 
 Annie of Thar aw. 
 
 10. Laud beheaded, 1645. 
 
 Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, 
 Let us be merciful as well as just ! 
 
 Emma and Eginhard. 
 
 11. Bayard Taylor, 1825. 
 
 Traveller ! in what realms afar, 
 In what planet, in what star, 
 In what vast, aerial space. 
 Shines the light upon thy face ? 
 Poet ! thou, whose latest verse 
 Was a garland on thy hearse ; 
 Thou hast sung, with organ tone, 
 In Deukalion's life, thine own. 
 
 Bayard Taylor. 
 
JANUARY 12-14 
 
 12. John Winthrop, 1588. 
 
 God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat foi 
 
 this planting, 
 Then had sifted the wheat, as the living seed of a 
 
 nation ; 
 So say the chronicles old, and such is the faith of 
 
 the people ! 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 
 13. Salmon Portland Chase, 1808. 
 
 All are architects of Fate, 
 Working in these walls of Time : 
 Some with massive deeds and great, 
 Some with ornaments of rhyme. 
 
 jN^othing useless is or low. 
 Each thing in its place is best, 
 And what seems but idle show 
 Strengthens and supports the rest. 
 
 The Builders. 
 
 14. Matthew F. Maury, 1806. 
 
 In great cities we learn to look the world in the | 
 face. We shake hands with stern realities. We 
 see ourselves in others. We become acquainted) 
 with the motley, many-sided life of man. 
 
 Drift- Wood. 
 
JANUARY 15-18 
 
 15. Moliere, 1622. 
 
 ^All houses wherein men have lived and died 
 Are haunted houses. Through the open doors 
 
 The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, 
 With feet that make no sound upon the floors. 
 
 Haunted Houses. 
 
 16. Battle of Corunna, 1809. 
 
 The same object, seen from three different points 
 of view, — the Past, the Present, and the Future, — 
 often exhibits three different faces to us ; like those 
 sign-boards over shop-doors, which represent the 
 face of a lion as we approach, of a man when we 
 are in front, and of an ass when we have passed. 
 
 ELa-vanagh. 
 
 17. Benjamin Franklin, 1706. 
 Not for triumph in the battle, 
 Nor renown among the warriors, 
 But for profit of the people. 
 For advantage of the nations. Hiawatha. 
 
 18. Daniel Webster, 1782. 
 Something, that shone in them, and made us see 
 The archetypal man, and what might be 
 The amplitude of Nature's first design. Sonnet. 
 
JANUARY 19-21 
 
 19. James Watt, 1736. 
 
 Ah ! what a wondrous thing it is 
 To note how many wheels of toil 
 One thought, one word, can set in motion ! 
 
 The Building op the Ship. 
 
 20. Nathaniel Parker Willis, 1807. 
 Awake ! arise ! the hour is late ! 
 
 Angels are knocking at thy door ! 
 They are in haste and cannot wait, 
 
 And once departed come no more. 
 
 Awake ! arise ! the athlete's arm 
 Loses its strength by too much rest ; 
 
 The fallow land, the untilled farm 
 
 Produces only weeds at best. a Fragment. 
 
 21. John Charles Fremont, 1813. 
 
 Came the gray daylight ; then the sun, who took 
 The empire of the world with sovereign look. 
 Suffusing with a soft and golden glow 
 All the dead landscape in its shroud of snow. 
 
 Emma and Eginhard. 
 
JANUARY 22-24 
 
 22. Bacon, 1561; Byron, 1788. 
 
 What were the nations without their philosophers, 
 poets, and historians ? Do not these men, in all 
 ages and all places, emblazon with bright colors the 
 armorial bearings of their country ? Hyperion. 
 
 23. William Page, 1811. 
 How many days have been idly spent ; 
 How like an arrow the good intent 
 
 Has fallen short, or been turned aside ! 
 But who shall dare 
 To measure loss and gain in this wise ? 
 Defeat may be victory in disguise ; 
 The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. 
 
 Loss AND Gain. 
 
 24. Battle of Hornet and Peacock, 1813. 
 
 O child ! O new-born denizen 
 
 Of life's great city ! on thy head 
 
 The glory of the morn is shed, 
 
 Like a celestial benison ! 
 
 Here at the portal thou dost stand, 
 
 And with thy little hand 
 
 Thou openest the mysterious gate 
 
 Into the future's undiscovered land. 
 
 To A Child. 
 
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JANUARY 25-28 
 
 25. Bobert Burns, 1759. 
 Still the burden of his song 
 Is love of right, disdain of wrong ; 
 
 Its Master-chords 
 Are Manhood, Freedom, Brotherhood ; 
 Its discords but an interlude 
 
 Between the words. Robert Burns. 
 
 26. Benjamin B. Haydon, 1786. 
 Nothing that is shall perish utterly, 
 But perish only to revive again 
 In other forms, as clouds restore in rain 
 The exhalations of the land and sea. 
 
 Michael Angelo. 
 27. Mozart, 1756. 
 
 What rapturous flights of sound ! what thrilling, 
 pathetic chimes ! what wild, joyous revelry of pas- 
 sion ! what an expression of agony and woe ! — all ' 
 the feelings of suffering and rejoicing humanity 
 sympathized with and finding a voice in those 
 tones. Hyperion. 
 
 28. Charles George Gordon, 1833. 
 Ye sentinels of sleep. 
 It is in vain ye keep 
 Your drowsy watch before the Ivory Gate ; 
 Though closed the portal seems, 
 The airy feet of dreams 
 Ye cannot thus in walls incarcerate. 
 
 The Masque op Pandora. 
 
f JANUARY 29-31 
 
 29. Swedenhorg, 1688. 
 
 The spirit-world around this world of sense 
 Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere 
 
 Wafts through these earthly mists and vapors dense 
 A vital breath of more ethereal air. 
 
 Haunted Houses. 
 
 30. Walter Savage Landor, 1775, 
 
 Then read from the treasured volume 
 
 The poem of thy choice, 
 And lend to the rhyme of the poet 
 
 The beauty of thy voice. 
 
 And the night shall be filled with music, 
 And the cares that infest the day 
 
 Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, 
 And as silently steal away. 
 
 The Day is Done. 
 
 31. Franz Schubert, 1797. 
 
 I am the Angel of the Sun, 
 Whose flaming wheels began to run 
 
 When God's almighty breath 
 Said to the darkness and the night, 
 Let there be light ! and there was light I 
 
 I bring the gift of Faith. 
 
 The Angels of the Seven Planets. 
 
FEBRUARY 1-4 
 
 1. Arthur Henry Hallam, 1811. 
 I am lustration ; and the sea is mine ! 
 
 I wash the sands and headlands with my tide ; 
 My brow is crowned with branches of the pine ; 
 
 Before my chariot-wheels the fishes glide. 
 By me all things unclean are purified, 
 
 By me the souls of men washed white again ; 
 E'en the unlovely tombs of those who died 
 
 Without a dirge, I cleanse from every stain. 
 
 The Poet's Calendar — February. 
 
 2. Hannah More, 1745. 
 
 When anything is done, 
 People see not the patient doing of it, 
 Nor think how great would be the loss to man 
 If it had not been done. Michael Angelo. 
 
 3. Mendelssohn, 1809. 
 Yea, music is the Prophets' art ; 
 Among the gifts that God hath sent, 
 One of the most magnificent ! 
 
 Christus — Second Interlude. 
 
 4. Josiah Quincy, 1772. 
 Thou too must learn, like others, that the sub- 
 lime mystery of Providence goes on in silence, and 
 gives no explanation of itself, — no answer to our 
 impatient questionings ! Hyperion. 
 
FEBRUARY 5-8 
 
 5. Ole Bull, 1810. 
 Julia. There are too many week-days for one 
 
 Sunday. 
 Valdesso, Then take the Sunday with you 
 through the week 
 And sweeten with it all the other days. 
 
 Michael Angelo. 
 
 6. Madame de Sevigne, 1626. 
 
 Parting with friends is temporary death, 
 As all death is. We see no more their faces, 
 Nor hear their voices, save in memory ; 
 f But messages of love give us assurance 
 That we are not forgotten. Michael Angelo. 
 
 7. Charles Dickens, 1812. 
 
 Surely, it is a characteristic trait of a great and 
 liberal mind, that it recognizes humanity in all its 
 forms and conditions. Hyperion. 
 
 8. William Tecumseh Sherman, 1820. 
 To-morrow ! the mysterious, unknown guest. 
 
 Who cries to me : ** Remember Barmecide, 
 
 And tremble to be happy with the rest." 
 And I make answer : " I am satisfied ; 
 
 I dare not ask ; I know not what is best ; 
 
 God hath already said what shall betide." 
 
 TO-MORROW. 
 
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FEBRUARY 9-11 
 
 9. James Parton, 1822. 
 
 By the fireside there are peace and comfort, 
 Wives and children, with fair, thoughtful faces, 
 
 Waiting, watching 
 For a well-known footstep in the passage. 
 
 The Golden Mile-Stone. 
 
 10. Ary Schefer, 1795. 
 
 We have not wings, we cannot soar ; 
 
 But we have feet to scale and climb 
 By slow degrees, by more and more, 
 
 The cloudy summits of our time. 
 
 The distant mountains, that uprear 
 Their solid bastions to the skies, 
 
 Are crossed by pathways, that appear 
 As we to higher levels rise. 
 
 The Laddek of St. Augustine. 
 
 11. Lydia Maria Child, 1802. 
 The marsh is frozen. 
 
 The river dead. 
 Through clouds like ashes 
 The red sun flashes 
 On village windows 
 That glimmer red. 
 
 An Afternoon in Februaby. 
 
f FEBRUARY 12-14 
 
 12. Abraham Lincoln^ 1809. 
 Ah ! if our souls but poise and swing 
 Like the compass in its brazen ring, 
 Ever level and ever true 
 To the toil and the task we have to do. 
 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 
 13. Talleyrand^ 1754 
 Eappy he whom neither wealth nor fashion, 
 ^or the march of the encroaching city 
 
 Drives an exile 
 ?rom the hearth of his ancestral homestead. 
 
 Ne may build more splendid habitations, 
 
 Till our rooms with paintings and with sculptures, 
 
 But we cannot 
 iuy with gold the old associations ! 
 
 The Golden Mile-Stone. 
 
 14. Winfield Scott Hancock, 1824. 
 
 Thus it is our daughters leave us, 
 
 Those we love, and those who love us ! 
 
 Just when they have learned to help us, 
 
 When we are old and lean upon them. 
 
 Comes a youth with flaunting feathers, 
 
 With his flute of reeds, a stranger 
 
 Wanders piping through the village, 
 
 Beckons to the fairest maiden. 
 
 And she follows where he leads her, 
 
 Leaving all things for the stranger ! 
 
 Hliwatba* 
 
FEBRUARY 15-18 
 
 15. Galileo, 1564. 
 
 Saint Augustine ! well hast thou said, 
 That of our vices we can frame 
 
 A ladder, if we will but tread 
 
 Beneath our feet each deed of shame. 
 
 All common things, each day's events, 
 That with the hour begin and end, 
 
 Our pleasures and our discontents. 
 Are rounds by which we may ascend. 
 
 The Ladder op St. Augustine. 
 
 16. Melanchthon, 1497. 
 In the elder days of Art, 
 
 Builders wrought with greatest care 
 Each minute and unseen part ; 
 For the gods see everywhere. 
 
 The Builders. 
 
 17. Treaty of Peace with Great Britain ratified, 1815. 
 His heart was in his work, and the heart 
 Giveth grace unto every Art. 
 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 
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 18. George Feabody, 1795. 
 The pleasant books, that silently among 
 
 Our household treasures take familiar places. 
 And are to us as if a living tongue 
 
 Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces kn 
 Dedication to the Seaside and the Fireside. 
 
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FEBRUARY 19-21 
 
 19. Copernicus^ 1473. 
 
 I saw, as in a dream sublime, 
 The balance in the hand of Time. 
 O'er East and West its beam impended ; 
 And day, with all its hours of light, 
 Was slowly sinking out of sight, 
 While, opposite, the scale of night. 
 Silently with the stars ascended. 
 
 The Occultation op Orion. 
 
 20. David Garrick, 1716. 
 
 Never by lapse of time 
 
 The soul defaced by crime 
 Into its former self returns again ; 
 
 For every guilty deed 
 
 Holds in itself the seed 
 Of retribution and undying pam. 
 
 Never shall be the loss 
 
 Restored, till Helios 
 Hath purified them with his heavenly fires ; 
 
 Then what was lost is won. 
 
 And the new life begun, 
 Kindled with nobler passions and desirec. 
 
 Chorus of the Eumenides. 
 
 21. John Henry Newman, 1801. 
 
 Believe me, upon the margin of celestial streams 
 one those simples grow which cure the heartache ! 
 1 Hyperion. 
 
FEBRUARY 22-25 
 
 22. Washington, 1732 ; J. R. Lowell, 1819. 
 The name that dwells on every tongue 
 
 No minstrel needs. Coplas de Maneiqub. 
 
 Sing to him, say to him, here at his gate 
 
 Where the boughs of the stately elms are meeting. 
 Some one hath lingered to meditate. 
 
 And send him unseen this friendly greeting : 
 
 That many another hath done the same. 
 
 Though not by a sound was the silence broken ; 
 
 The surest pledge of a deathless name 
 
 Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken. 
 
 The Heeons of Elmwood. 
 
 23. Handel, 1685. 
 
 The sonl seemed to be rapt away to heaven in tht 
 full harmonious cljorus, as it swelled onward, doub 
 ling and redoubling, and rolling upward in a ful 
 burst of rapturous devotion. Outee-Mer. 
 
 24. George William Curtis, 1824. ji 
 
 Great is the art of beginning, but greater the art i|^ 
 
 of ending ; 
 Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse. 
 
 Elegiac Veeses. 
 
 25. Sir Christopher Wren died, 1723. 
 The life of man consists not in seeing visions, an 
 in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and wil 
 ing service. Kavanagh. 
 
FEBRUARY 26-29 
 
 26. Victor Hugo, 1802. 
 
 N^ot in his youth alone, but in age, may the heart of 
 
 the poet 
 Bloom into song, as the gorse blossoms in autamn 
 
 and spring. Elegiac Verse. 
 
 27. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1807. 
 
 All the many sounds of nature 
 Borrowed sweetness from his singing ; 
 All the hearts of men were softened 
 By the pathos of his music ; 
 For he sang of peace and freedom, 
 Sang of beauty, love, and longing ; 
 Sang of death, and life undying 
 In the Islands of the Blessed. Hiawatha. 
 
 ^ 28. Montaigne, 1533. 
 
 Che longing, the delay, and the delight, 
 jweeter for the delay ; youth, hope, love, death, 
 \.nd disappointment which is also death, 
 I|U1 these make up the sum of human life. 
 
 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 29. Rossini, 1792. 
 If we could read the secret history of our ene- 
 oies, we should find in each man's life, sorrow and 
 jjjjiuffering enough to disarm all hostility. 
 
 Dript-Wood. 
 
MARCH 1-3 
 
 1. W. B. Bowells, 1837. 
 
 I Martius am ! Once first, and now the third ! 
 
 To lead the Year was my appointed place ; 
 A mortal dispossessed me by a word, 
 
 And set there Janus ^ith the double face. 
 Hence I make war on all the human race ; 
 
 I shake the cities with my hurricanes ; 
 I flood the rivers and their banks efface, 
 
 And drown the farms and hamlets with my rains. 
 The Poet's Calendar — March. 
 
 2. Carl Schurz, 1829. 
 
 A generation 
 That, wanting reverence, wanteth the best food 
 The soul can feed on. Michael Angelo. 
 
 We often excuse our own want of philanthropy 
 by giving the name of fanaticism to the more ar- 
 dent zeal of others. Table-Talk. 
 
 3. Edmund Waller, 1606. 
 And I thought how like these chimes 
 Are the poet's airy rhymes. 
 All his rhymes and roundelays. 
 His conceits, and songs, and ditties, 
 From the belfry of his brain, 
 Scattered downward, though in vain. 
 On the roofs and stones of cities ! 
 
 Carillon. 
 
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 MARCH 4-7 
 
 4. Pulaski, 1748. 
 
 Our Lord and Master 
 When He departed, left us in his will 
 AlS our best legacy on earth, the poor ! 
 These we have always with us ; had we not, 
 Our hearts would grow as hard as are these stones. 
 
 The Golden Leqend. 
 
 5. James Madison, 1751. 
 O sweet illusions of the brain ! 
 O sudden thrills of fire and frost ! 
 The world is bright while ye remain. 
 And dark and dead when ye are lost ! 
 
 The Hanging op the Crane. 
 
 6. Michael Angelo, 1475 ; E. B. Browning, 1809. 
 
 You speak a name 
 That always thrills me with a noble sound. 
 As of a trumpet ! 
 
 One who works and prays, 
 For work is prayer, and consecrates his life 
 To the sublime ideal of his art, 
 Till art and life are one. Michael Angelo. 
 
 7. Stephen Hopkins, 1707. 
 What we call miracles and wonders of Art are 
 act so to him who created them ; for they were cre- 
 ited by the natural movements of his own great 
 joul. Statues, paintings, churches, poems, are but 
 Jhadows of himself. Hyperion. 
 
MARCH 8-10 1 
 
 8. E. P. Whipple, 1819. 
 
 Sorely tried and sorely tempted, 
 From no agonies exempted, 
 In the penance of his trial, 
 And the discipline of pain ; 
 Often by illusions cheated. 
 Often baffled and defeated 
 In the tasks to be completed, 
 He, by toil and self-denial. 
 To the highest shall attain. 
 
 The Masque op Pandora. 
 
 9. Edwin Forrest, 1806. 
 
 Perhaps it would be well for our race if the pun- 
 ishment of crimes against the Laws of Man were as 
 inevitable as the punishment of crimes against the 
 Laws of Nature, — were Man as unerring in his 
 judgments as Nature. Dript-Wood. 
 
 10. William Etty, 1787. 
 And thou, O Kiver of To-morrow, flowing 
 
 Between thy narrow adamantine walls, 
 I hear the trumpets of the morning blowing, 
 
 I hear thy mighty voice, that calls and calls. 
 And see, as Ossian saw in Morven's halls, 
 Mysterious phantoms, coming, beckoning, going ! 
 
 The Two Rivers. 
 
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MARCH 1 1-14 
 
 11. Francis Wayland, 1796. 
 
 Faith alone can interpret life, and the heart that 
 aches and bleeds with the stigma 
 
 Of pain, alone bears the likeness of Christ, and can 
 comprehend its dark enigma. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 12. Bishop Berkeley, 1684. 
 Material wealth gives a factitious superiority to 
 
 the living, but the treasures of intellect give a real 
 superiority to the dead. Outre-Mer. 
 
 13. Joseph Priestley, 1733. 
 
 A handful of red sand, from the hot clime 
 
 Of Arab deserts brought, 
 "Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, 
 
 The minister of Thought. 
 
 Sand op the Desert in an Houb-Glass. 
 
 14. Victor Emmanuel, 1820. 
 On the hearth the lighted logs are glowing, 
 And like Ariel in the cloven pine-tree 
 
 For its freedom 
 Groans and sighs the air imprisoned in them. 
 
 The Golden Mile-Stone. 
 
MARCH 15-17 
 
 15. Andrew Jackson, 1767. 
 Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest ; 
 Home-keeping hearts are happiest. 
 For those that wander they know not where. 
 Are full of trouble and full of care ; 
 
 To stay at home is best. Song. 
 
 16. Caroline L. Herschel, 1750. 
 
 With a sudden revulsion his heart recoiled from its 
 purpose, 
 
 As from the verge of a crag, where one step more 
 
 is destruction. |i? 
 
 Strange is the heart of man, with its quick, myste- 
 rious instincts ! pi 
 
 Strange is the life of man, and fatal or fated are 
 moments, 
 
 Whereupon turn, as on hinges, the gates of the wall 
 
 adamantine ! If^ 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 
 17. Madame Boland, 1754. 
 
 All the means of action - 
 The shapeless masses, the materials — 
 Lie everywhere about us. What we need 
 Is the celestial fire t6 change the flint 
 Into transparent crystal : . . . that fire is genius. 
 
 The Spanish Student 
 
MARCH 18-21 
 
 18. Francis Lieber, 1800. 
 
 To the dead he sayeth : Arise ! 
 To the living : Follow me ! 
 And that voice still soundeth on 
 From the centnries that are gone, 
 To the centuries that shall be ! 
 
 Christus — Finale. 
 
 19. Andrew P. Peabody, 1811. 
 
 I am ; thou art ; he is ! seems but a school-boy's 
 jonjugation. But therein lies a mysterious mean- 
 ng. We behold all round about us one vast union, 
 .n which no man can labor for himself, without la- 
 soring at the same time for all others. Hyperion. 
 
 20. Publication of Uncle Toni's Cabin, 1852. 
 As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, 
 10 change of studies a dull brain. Drift- Wood. 
 
 21. J. S Bach, 1685. 
 
 While the majestic organ rolled 
 Contrition from its mouths of gold. 
 
 The Singers. 
 
 He has moved a little nearer 
 
 To the Master of all music. Hiawatha. 
 
MARCH 22-24 
 
 22. Emperor William of Germany^ 1797. 
 
 Time has laid his hand 
 Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it. 
 But as a harper lays his open palm 
 Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 23. Interdict laid on England hy the Pope's Legate^ 1208. 
 The star of the uneonquered will, 
 
 He rises in my breast, 
 Serene, and resolute, and still, 
 And calm, and self-possessed. 
 
 The Light op Stars. 
 
 24. Longfellow died, 1882. Bi 
 
 Ah, what a cruel sense of loss, 
 
 Like a black shadow, would fall across 
 
 The hearts of all, if he should die ! 
 
 His gracious presence upon earth 
 
 Was as a fire upon a hearth ; 
 
 As pleasant songs at morning sung, 
 
 The words that dropped from his sweet tongue 
 
 Strengthened our hearts ; or, heard at night, 
 
 Made all our slumbers soft and light. 
 
 The Golden Legend 
 
MARCH 25-28 
 
 25. New Yearns Day, old style, 
 A great multitude of people 
 Fills all the street ; and riding on an ass 
 Comes one of noble aspect, like a king ! 
 The people spread their garments in the way, 
 And scatter branches of the palm-trees ! 
 
 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 26. Count Bumford, 1753. 
 
 Only those are crowned and sainted 
 Who with grief have been acquainted, 
 
 Making nations nobler, freer. Prometheus. 
 
 27. Vera Cruz taken by Scott, 1847. 
 Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng. 
 But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat. 
 
 The Poet, 
 
 28. Thomas Clarkson, 1760. 
 My Redeemer and my Lord, 
 I beseech thee, I entreat thee, 
 Guide me in each act and word, 
 That hereafter I may meet thee. 
 Watching, waiting, hoping, yearning, 
 With my lamp well trimmed and burning ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
MARCH 29-31 
 
 29. Swedenborg died, 1772. 
 
 In St. Luke's Gospel we are told 
 How Peter in the days of old 
 
 Was sifted ; 
 And now, though ages intervene, 
 Sin is the same, while time and scene 
 
 Are shifted. . . . 
 
 One look of that pale, suffering face 
 Will make us feel the deep disgrace 
 
 Of weakness ; 
 We shall be sifted till the strength 
 Of self-conceit be changed at length 
 
 To meekness. the Sifting op Peter. 
 
 30. Alaska bought from Bussia, 1867. 
 
 Golgotha ! Golgotha ! O the pain and darkness ! 
 O the uplifted cross, that shall forever 
 Shine through the darkness, and shall conquer pain 
 By the triumphant memory of this hour ! 
 
 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 31. William Morris Hunt, 1824. 
 There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; 
 
 This life of mortal breath 
 Is but a suburb of the life elysian, 
 
 Whose portal we call Death. Resignation. 
 
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APRIL 1-3 
 
 1. Prince Bismarck, 1815. 
 
 This is the day, when from the dead 
 Our Lord arose ; and everywhere, 
 Out of their darkness and despair. 
 Triumphant over fears and foes, 
 The hearts of his disciples rose. . . . 
 The churches are all decked with flowers. 
 The salutations among men 
 Are but the Angel's words divine, 
 " Christ is arisen ! " and the bells 
 Catch the glad murmur, as it swells. 
 And chant together in their towers. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 2. H, a Andersen, 1805. 
 
 Ye open the eastern windows. 
 
 That look towards the sun, 
 Where thoughts are singing swallows 
 
 And the brooks of morning run. 
 
 Children. 
 
 3. Washington Irving, 1783. 
 
 How sweet a life was his ; how sweet a death ! 
 Living, to wing with mirth the weary hours, 
 Or with romantic tales the heart to cheer ; 
 
 Dying, to leave a memory like the breath 
 
 Of summers full of sunshine and of showers, 
 A grief and gladness in the atmosphere. 
 
 In the Churchyard at Tarrytown. 
 
APRIL 4-7 
 
 4. James Freemom Clarke^ 1810. 
 
 I open wide the portals of the Spring 
 
 To welcome the procession of the flowers, 
 With their gay banners, and the birds that sing 
 
 Their song of songs from their aerial towers. 
 I soften with my sunshine and my showers 
 
 The heart of earth ; with thoughts of love I glide 
 Into the hearts of men ; and with the hours 
 
 Upon the Bull with wreathed horns I ride. 
 
 The Poet's Calendar — April. 
 
 5. Sir Henry Havelock, 1T95. 
 The country is lyric, — the town dramatic. When 
 mingled, they make the most perfect musical drama. 
 
 Kavanagh. 
 
 6. Raphael born, 1483, and died, 1520. 
 
 Raphael is not dead ;! 
 He doth but sleep ; for how can he be dead 
 Who lives immortal in the hearts of men ? 
 He only drank the precious wine of youth, 
 The outbreak of the grapes, before the vintage 
 Was trodden to bitterness by the feet of men. 
 The gods have given him sleep. Michael Angelo. 
 
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 7. William Wordsworth, 1770. 
 There is one kind of wisdom which we learn fron: 
 the world, and another kind which can be acquired 
 in solitude only. Outee-Mer. 
 
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APRIL 8-11 
 
 8. George Washington Greene^ 1811. 
 Upward steals the life of man, 
 As the sunshine from the wall ; 
 From the wall into the sky, 
 From the roof along the spire ; 
 Ah, the souls of those that die 
 Are but sunbeams lifted higher. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 9. Adelina Patti, 1843. 
 
 Already the grass shoots forth. The waters leap 
 dth thrilling pulse through the veins of the earth ; 
 yhe sap through the veins of the plants and trees ; 
 ,nd the blood through the veins of man. What a 
 hrill of delight in spring-time ! What a joy in be- 
 ttg and moving ! Hyperion. 
 
 10. Lew Wallace, 1827. 
 No endeavor is in vain ; 
 
 Its reward is in the doing, 
 And the rapture of pursuing 
 
 Is the prize the vanquished gain. 
 
 The Wind over the Chimney. 
 
 11. Edward Everett, 1194. 
 I love that tranquillity of soul, in which we feel 
 le blessing of existence, and which in itself is a 
 Jrayer and a thanksgiving. Hyperion. 
 
APRIL 12-14 
 
 12. Henry Clay, 1777. 
 
 As in a buildin< 
 Stone rests on stone, and wanting the foundation 
 All would be wanting, so in human life 
 Each action rests on the foregone event, 
 That made it possible, but is forgotten 
 And buried in the earth. Michael Angelo. 
 
 13. Fall of Fort Sumter, 1861. 
 With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, 
 We sailed for the Hesperides, 
 
 The land where golden apples grow ;' 
 But that, ah ! that was long ago. 
 
 How far, since then, the ocean streams 
 
 Have swept us from that land of dreams, 
 
 That land of fiction and of truth, 
 
 The lost Atlantis of our youth ! 
 
 Dedication op Ultima Thule. 
 
 14. Lincoln assassinated, 1865. 
 Alike are life and death ^ 
 
 When life in death survives. 
 And the uninterrupted breath 
 Inspires a thousand lives. 
 
 Chables Suhneb. 
 
APRIL 15-18 
 
 15. John Lothrqp Motley, 1814. 
 
 Visions of the days departed, shadowy phantoms 
 
 filled my brain ; 
 They who live in history only seemed to walk the 
 
 earth again. The Belpry op Bruges. 
 
 16. Sir John Franklin, 1786. 
 
 He who serves well and speaks not, merits more 
 Than they who clamor loudest at the door. 
 
 The Bell op Atri. 
 
 17. William Gilmore Simms, 1806. 
 A^ssert thyself ; rise up to thy full height ; 
 Shake from thy soul these dreams effeminate, 
 Fhese passions born of indolence and ease 
 Resolve, and thou art free. 
 
 The Masque op Pandora. 
 
 18. Luther at the Diet of Wcrrms, 1521 
 Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the Spring ! 
 — the great annual miracle of the blossoming of 
 Aaron's ^od, repeated on myriads and myriads of 
 »ranches ! Kavanagh. 
 
APRIL 19-21 
 
 19. Lexington and Concord, 1775. 
 Borne on the night-wind of the Past, 
 Through all our history, to the last, 
 In the hour of darkness and peril and need, 
 The people will waken and listen to hear 
 The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, 
 And the midnight message of Paul Revere. 
 
 Paul Revere' s Ride. 
 
 20. Henry T. TucJcerman, 1813. 
 I breathed a song into the air : 
 It fell to earth, I knew not where ; 
 For who has sight so keen and strong, 
 Tiiat it can follow the flight of song ? 
 
 The song, from beginning to end, 
 
 I found again in the heart of a friend. 
 
 The Arrow and the Song. 
 
 21. Charlotte Bronte, 1816. 
 As drops of rain fall into some dark well. 
 And from below comes a scarce audible sound. 
 So fall our thoughts into the dark Hereafter, 
 And their mysterious echo reaches us. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
APRIL 22-24 
 
 22. Henry Fielding, 1707. 
 The morning came ; the dear, delicious, silent 
 Sunday ; to the weary workman, both of brain and 
 hand, the beloved day of rest. Kavanagh. 
 
 23. Shakespeare horn, 1564, and died, 1616. 
 
 A vision as of crowded city streets, 
 
 With human life in endless overflow ; 
 
 Thunder of thoroughfares ; trumpets that blow 
 
 To battle ; clamor, in obscure retreats. 
 
 Of sailors landed from their anchored fleets ; 
 
 Tolling of bells in turrets, and below 
 
 Voices of children, and bright flowers that throw 
 
 O'er garden-walls their intermingled sweets ! 
 
 This vision comes to me when I unfold 
 The volume of the Poet paramount, 
 Whom all the Muses loved, not one alone ; — 
 
 Into his hands they put the lyre of gold. 
 
 And, crowned with sacred laurel at their fount, 
 Placed him as Musagetes on their throne. 
 
 Shakespeabb. 
 
 24. Anthony Trollope, 1815. 
 Gentle Spring ! in sunshine clad. 
 
 Well dost thou thy power display ! 
 For Winter maketh the light heart sad, 
 And thou, thou makest the sad heart gay. 
 Spring. Translated from Charles d^OrUans, 
 
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APRIL 25-28 
 
 25. Oliver Cromwell^ 1599. 
 Wish what the Holy One wishes, and not from fear, 
 
 but affection ; 
 Fear is the virtue of slaves ; but the heart that 
 loveth is willing. 
 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
 26. Uhland, 1787. 
 I have been thinking all day of the hedge-rows of i 
 
 England, — 
 They are in blossom now, and the country is all like 
 
 a garden ; 
 
 Thinking of lanes and fields, and the song of the 
 lark and the linnet. 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 
 27. Emerson died, 1882. 
 The tidal wave of deeper souls 
 Into our inmost being rolls. 
 
 And lifts us unawares 
 Out of all meaner cares. 
 
 Santa Filomena. 
 
 28. James Monroe, 1758. 
 
 Turn, turn my wheel ! All things must change 
 To something new, to something strange ; 
 
 Nothing that is can pause or stay ; 
 The moon will wax, the moon will wane, 
 The mist and cloud will turn to rain. 
 The rain to mist and cloud again. 
 
 To-morrow be to-day. Keramos. 
 
APRIL 29-MAY 1 
 
 29. David Cox, 1783. 
 
 Gathering still, as he went, the Mayflowers bloom- 
 ing around him, 
 
 fragrant, filling the air with a strange and wonder- 
 ful sweetness. 
 
 Children lost in the woods, and covered with leaves 
 in their slumber. 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 
 30. Washington inaugurated President, 1789. 
 
 The only safety is in acting promptly. 
 T is not the part of wisdom to delay 
 tn things where not to do is still to do 
 k. deed more fatal than the deed we shrink from. 
 
 Giles Corey. 
 
 MAY 
 
 1. Joseph Addison, 1672. 
 [lark ! The sea-faring wild-fowl loud proclaim 
 
 My coming, and the swarming of the bees. 
 These are my heralds, and behold ! my name 
 
 Is written in blossoms on the hawthorn-trees. 
 [ tell the mariner when to sail the seas ; 
 I waft o'er all the land from far away 
 Che breath and bloom of the Hesperides, 
 My birthplace. I am Maia. I am May. 
 
 The Poet's Calendar — May. 
 
MAY 2-5 
 
 2. John Gorham Palfrey, 1796. 
 
 Without illusions 
 What would our lives become, what we ourselves ? 
 Dreams or illusions, call them what you will. 
 They lift us from the commonplace of life 
 To better things. Michael Angelo. 
 
 3. Nicolas Macchiavelli, 1469. 
 
 Love is master of all arts. 
 And puts it into human hearts 
 The strangest things to say and do. 
 
 Tales op a Wayside Inn. 
 
 4. W. H. Prescott, 1796. 
 How much of my young heart, O Spain, 
 
 Went out to thee in days of yore ! 
 What dreams romantic filled my brain. 
 And summoned back to life again 
 The paladins of Charlemagne 
 The Cid Campeador ! 
 
 Castles in Spain. 
 
 5. Napoleon Bonaparte died, 1821. 
 
 Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and th( 
 valley stretching for miles below 
 
 Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if jus 
 covered with lightest snow. 
 
 The Golden Legend, 
 
P MAY 6-9 
 
 6. Assassination of Cavendish and Burke, 1882. 
 O beauty of holiness, 
 Of self-forgetfulness, of lowliness ! 
 O power of meekness, 
 Whose very gentleness and weakness 
 Are like the yielding, but irresistible air ! 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 7. Robert Browning, 1812. 
 Every great poem is in itself limited by neces- 
 sity, — but in its suggestions, unlimited and infinite. 
 
 Drift-Wood. 
 
 8. Le Sage, 1668. 
 
 Blow, winds ! and waft through all the rooms 
 The snow-flakes of the cherry-blooms ! 
 Blow, winds ! and bend within my reach 
 The fiery blossoms of the peach ! 
 
 A Day op Sunshine. 
 
 9. Schiller died, 1805. 
 I am the Angel of the Moon, 
 Darkened to be rekindled soon 
 
 Beneath the azure cope ! 
 Nearest to earth, it is my ray 
 That best illumes the midnight way, 
 I bring the gift of Hope ! 
 
 The Angels op the Seven Planets. 
 
MAY 10-12 
 
 10. Bouget de Lisle, 1760. 
 
 When Christ ascended 
 Triumphantly from star to star, 
 He left the gates of heaven ajar. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 11. Dr. John Brown died, 1882. 
 
 Clear fount of light ! my native land on high, 
 Bright with a glory that shall never fade ! 
 Mansion of truth ! without a veil or shade, 
 
 Thy holy quiet meets the spirit's eye. 
 
 From the Spanish. 
 
 12. Dante Gabriel Bossetti, 1828. 
 All thoughts of ill ; all evil deeds, 
 
 That have their root in thoughts of ill ; 
 Whatever hinders or impedes 
 The action of the nobler will ; — 
 
 All these must first be trampled down 
 Beneath our feet, if we would gain 
 
 In the bright fields of fair renown 
 The right of eminent domain. 
 
 The Ladder of St. Augxjstine. 
 
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MAY 13-15 
 
 13. Empress Maria Theresa, 1717. 
 Up soared the lark into the air, 
 A shaft of song, a winged prayer. 
 As if a soul released from pain 
 Were flying back to heaven again. 
 
 St. Francis heard ; it was to him 
 An emblem of the Seraphim ; 
 The upward motion of the fire. 
 The light, the heat, the heart's desire. 
 
 The Sermon of St. Francis. 
 
 14. Assassination of Henri IV. , 1610. 
 
 lost days of delight, that are wasted in doubting 
 
 and waiting ! 
 lost hours and days in which we might have been ||| 
 
 happy ! Elizabeth. '* 
 
 15. Edmund Kean died, 1833. 
 
 It was the season, when through all the land 
 
 The merle and mavis build, and building sing 
 Those lovely lyrics, written by His hand. 
 
 Whom Saxon Caedmon calls the Blithe-heart 
 King. ... 
 The robin and the bluebird, piping loud, 
 
 Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee ; 
 The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud 
 
 Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be. 
 The Birds op Killingworth. 
 
MAY 16-19 
 
 16. William H. Seward, 1801. 
 Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, 
 To some good angel leave the rest ; 
 For Time will teach thee soon the truth, 
 There are no birds in last year's nest ! 
 
 It is not always Mat. 
 
 17. TheopUlus Parsons, 1797. 
 Believe me, the talent of success is nothing more 
 than doing what you can do well ; and doing well 
 whatever you do. Hyperion. 
 
 18. Don Carlos relinquishes Crown of Spain, 184.5. 
 
 This life of ours is a wild seolian harp of many a 
 
 joyous strain, 
 But under them all there runs a loud perpetual wail 
 
 as of souls in pain. the Golden Legend. 
 
 19. Nathaniel Hawthorne died, 1864. 
 
 The wizard hand lies cold. 
 Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen, 
 
 And left the tale half told. 
 Ah ! who shall lift that wand of magic power, 
 
 And the lost clew regain ? 
 The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower, 
 
 Unfinished must remain ! Hawthorne. 
 
^ MAY 20-22 
 
 20. Honore de Balzac, 1799. 
 
 To rescue souls forlorn and lost, 
 
 The t/oubled, tempted, tempest-tost, 
 
 To heal, to comfort, and to teach. 
 
 The fiery tongues of Pentecost 
 
 His symbols were, that they should preach 
 
 In every form of human speech, 
 
 From continent to continent. 
 
 Christus — First Interlude. 
 
 21. Alhrecht Durer, 1471. 
 Here, when Art was still religion, with a simple, 
 
 reverent heart, 
 Xived and labored Albrecht Diirer, the Evangelist 
 
 of Art. 
 
 Fairer seems the ancient city, and the sunshine 
 
 seems more fair. 
 That he once has trod its pavement, that he once 
 
 has breathed its air ! Nuremberg. 
 
 22. Richard Wagner, 1813. 
 
 'T was Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness, 
 When woods and fields put off all sadness. 
 
 The Black Knight. 
 
 Music is the universal language of mankind, — 
 poetry their universal pastime and delight. 
 
 Outre-Mer. 
 
MAY 23-26 ' 
 
 23. Thomas Hood, 1798. 
 
 The lovely town was white with apple-blooms, 
 
 And the great elms o'crhead 
 Dark shadows wove on their aerial looms 
 
 Shot through with golden thread. 
 
 Hawthorne. | 
 
 24. Queen Victoria, 1819. 
 For death, that breaks the marriage band 
 
 In others, only closer pressed 
 The wedding-ring upon her hand 
 
 And closer locked and barred her breast. , 
 
 VlTTOEIA COLONNA. 
 
 25. Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803. 
 Great men stand like solitary towers in the city 
 of God, and secret passages running deep beneath 
 external nature give their thoughts intercourse with 
 higher intelligences, which strengthens and consoles 
 them, and of which the laborers on the surface do 
 not even dream ! Kavanagh. 
 
 26. Count Zinzendorf, 1700. 
 
 'T is always morning somewhere, and above 
 The awakening continents, from shore to shore. 
 Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. 
 
 The Birds op KiLLmawoBTH. 
 
MAY 27-30 
 
 27. Bante, 1265. 
 
 O star of morning and of liberty ! 
 
 O bringer of the light, whose splendor shines 
 Above the darkness of the Apennines, 
 Forerunner of the day that is to be ! 
 
 The voices of the city and the sea, 
 
 The voices of the mountains and the pines, 
 Repeat thy song, till the familiar lines 
 Are footpaths for the thought of Italy ! 
 
 DiVINA COMMEDIA, VI. 
 
 28. Louis Agassiz, 1807. 
 And Nature, the old nurse, took 
 
 The child upon her knee. 
 Saying : " Here is a story-book 
 Thy Father has written for thee." 
 " Come, wander with me," she said, 
 " Into regions yet untrod ; 
 And read what is still unread 
 In the manuscripts of God." 
 
 The Fiftieth Birthday op Agassiz. 
 
 29. Patrick Henry, 11S6. 
 
 The rays of happiness like those of light are col- 
 ?less when unbroken. Kavanagh. 
 
 30. Decoration Day. 
 Your silent tents of green 
 
 We deck with fragrant flowers ; 
 Yours has the suffering been. 
 The memory shall be ours. 
 
 Decoration Day. 
 
MAY 31-JUNE 2 
 
 31. John Albion Andrew^ 1818. 
 
 Like the swell of some sweet tune, 
 Morning rises into noon, 
 May glides onward into June. 
 
 Maidenhood. 
 
 JUNE 
 
 1. Prince Imperial killed, 1879. 
 Mine is the Month of Roses ; yes ; and mine 
 
 The Month of Marriages ! All pleasant sights 
 And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine. 
 
 The foliage of the valleys and the heights. 
 Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights ; 
 
 The mower's scythe makes music to my ear ; 
 I am the mother of all dear delights ; 
 
 I am the fairest daughter of the year. 
 
 The Poet's Calendar — June. 
 
 2. John Godfrey Saxe, 1816. 
 
 Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these ? 
 
 Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught 
 The dialect they speak, where melodies 
 
 Alone are the interpreters of thought ? 
 Whose habitations in the tree-tops even 
 Are half-way houses on the road to heaven ! 
 
 The Birds of Killingworth. 
 
JUNE 3-5 
 
 3. Henry James, Sr., 1811. 
 
 Julia. Teach me, then, 
 
 To harmonize the discord of my life, 
 And stop the painful jangle of these wires. 
 
 Valdesso. That is a task impossible, until 
 You tune your heart-strings to a higher key 
 Than earthly melodies. Michael Angelo. 
 
 4. Lord Wolseley, 1833. 
 What a time it is ! How June stands illuminated 
 in the calendar ! The trees are heavy with leaves ; 
 and the gardens full of blossoms, red and white. 
 The whole atmosphere is laden with perfume and 
 sunshine. The birds sing. The cock struts about, 
 and crows loftily. Insects chirp in the grass. 
 Yellow buttercups stud the green carpet like golden 
 buttons, and the red blossoms of the clover like rubies. 
 
 Hyperion. 
 
 5. Counts Egmont and Horn beheaded, 1568. 
 
 Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other 
 
 in passing, 
 Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the 
 
 darkness ; 
 So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, 
 Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a 
 
 silence. 
 
 Elizabeth. 
 
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JUNE 6-9 
 
 6. Nathan Hale, 1755. 
 
 The roads should blossom, the roads should bloom, 
 So fair a bride shall leave her home ! 
 Should blossom and bloom with garlands gay, 
 So fair a bride shall pass to-day ! 
 
 The Blind Girl of Castel-Cuille. 
 
 7. Millard Fillmore, 1800. 
 Fame is the fragrance of heroic deeds. 
 Of flowers of chivalry and not of weeds ! 
 
 The Bell of Atri. 
 
 8. Charles Beade, 1814. 
 He can behold 
 Aquarius old 
 
 Walking the fenceless fields of air ; 
 And from each ample fold 
 Of the clouds about him rolled 
 Scattering everywhere 
 The showery rain, 
 
 As the farmer scatters his grain. 
 
 Rain in SmiMER. 
 
 9. John Howard Payne, 1792. 
 
 She heard the birds sing, she saw the sun shine. 
 The air of summer was sweeter than wine. 
 Like a sword without scabbard the bright river lay 
 
 King Olaf's Wooing. 
 
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JUNE 10-13 
 
 10. Francis L. Hawks, 1798. 
 Stronger than steel 
 Is the sword of tlie Spirit ; 
 Swifter than arrows 
 The light of the truth is ; 
 Greater than anger 
 Is love, that subdueth ! 
 
 The Nun of Nidaros. 
 
 11. Ben Jonson, 1574. 
 From the garden just below I 
 
 Little puffs of perfume blow, [ 
 
 And a sound is in his ears 
 Of the murmur of the bees 
 In the shining chestnut-trees ; 
 Nothing else he heeds or hears. 
 All the landscape seems to swoon 
 In the happy afternoon. Amalpi. 
 
 12. Charles Kingsley, 1819. 
 Who said not to their Lord, as if afraid^ 
 " Here is thy talent in a napkin laid," 
 But labored in their sphere, as men who live 
 In the delight that work alone can give. 
 
 MORITURI SaLUTAMUS. 
 
 ' 13. Thomas Arnold, 1795. 
 
 7or him the Teacher's chair became a throne. 
 
 Sonnet to Parker Cleaveland. 
 
JUNE 14-16 
 
 14. H. B, Stowe, 1811. 
 And the inward voice was saying : 
 " Whatsoever thing thou doest 
 To the least of mine and lowest, 
 That thou doest unto me ! " 
 
 The Legend Beautiful. 
 
 15. Signing of Magna Charta, 1215. 
 
 Born in the purple, born to joy and pleasance, 
 
 Thou dost not toil nor spin. 
 But makest glad and radiant with thy presence 
 
 The meadow and the lin. 
 
 Thou art the Iris, fair among the fairest, 
 
 Who, armed with golden-rod 
 And winged with the celestial azure, bearest 
 
 The message of some God. Flower-de-Luce. 
 
 16. Judah Touro, 1775. 
 
 The ballad-singers and the Troubadours, 
 
 The street-musicians of the heavenly city, 
 The birds who make sweet music for us all 
 In our dark hours, as David did for Saul. 
 
 The Birds of Killingworth. 
 
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JUNE 17-20 
 
 17. Bunker Hill, 1775. 
 
 Field, foresfc, hill and vale, fresh air, and the per- 
 fume of clover-fields and new-mown hay, birds 
 singing, and the sound of village bells, and the mov- 
 ing breeze among the branches, — the beauty and 
 quiet of the holy day of rest, — all, all in earth and 
 air, breathed upon the soul like a benediction. 
 
 Drift-Wood. 
 
 18. Waterloo, 1815. 
 I am the Minister of Mars, 
 The, strongest star among the stars ! 
 
 My songs of power prelude 
 The march and battle of man's life. 
 And for the suffering and the strife, 
 I give him Fortitude ! 
 
 The Angels of the Seven Planets. 
 
 19. Pascal, 1623. 
 
 It has done me good to be somewhat parched by 
 
 ;he heat and drenched by the rain of life. 
 
 Hyperion. 
 
 20. Charles T. Brooks, 1813. 
 How beautiful is youth ! how bright it gleams 
 With its illusions, aspirations, dreams ! 
 Book of Beginnings, Story without End, 
 Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend ! 
 
 MORITURI SALUTAMUS. 
 
JUNE 21 -23 
 
 21. Alexander James Dallas, 1759. 
 I hear the wind among the trees 
 Playing celestial symphonies ; 
 I see the branches downward bent, 
 Like keys of some great instrument. 
 
 O Life and Love ! O happy throng 
 Of thoughts, whose only speech is song ! 
 O heart of man ! canst thou not be 
 Blithe as the air is, and as free ? 
 
 A Day op Sujtshine. 
 
 22. Thomas Day, 1748. 
 " Be bold ! be bold ! " and everywhere — " Be bold 
 Be not too bold ! " Yet better the excess 
 Than the defect ; better the more than less ; 
 Better like Hector in the field to die, 
 Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly. 
 
 MORITUBI SALUTAMUS. 
 
 23. Felix O. C. Barley, 1822. 
 Then the moon, in all her pride. 
 Like a spirit glorified. 
 Filled and overflowed the night 
 With revelations of her light. 
 
 And the Poet's song again 
 Passed like music through my brain ; 
 Night interpreted to me 
 All its grace and mystery. 
 
 Daylight and Moonlight. 
 
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W JUNE 24-26 
 
 24. Midsummer Day, 
 
 Alas ! how full of fear 
 
 Is the fate of Prophet and Seer ! 
 
 The age in which they live 
 
 Will not forgive 
 
 The splendor of the everlasting light 
 
 That makes their foreheads bright, 
 
 Nor the sublime 
 
 Fore-running of their time ! 
 
 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 25. Battle of Bannockburn, 1314. 
 I remember the gleams and glooms that dart 
 
 Across the school-boy's brain ; 
 The song and the silence in the heart, 
 That in part are prophecies, and in part 
 Are longings wild and vain. 
 
 And the voice of that fitful song 
 Sings on, and is never still : 
 " A boy's will is the wind's will, 
 And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." 
 
 My Lost Youth. 
 
 26. Philip Doddridge, 1702. 
 Let him not boast who puts his armor on 
 As he who puts it off, the battle done. 
 Study yourselves ; and most of all note well 
 Wherein kind Nature meant you to excel. 
 
 MORITURI SALUTAMUS. 
 
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JUNE 27-30 
 
 27. Smithson died, 1829. 
 
 Those college days ! I ne'er shall see the like ! 
 
 I had not buried then so many hopes ! 
 
 I had not buried then so many friends ! 
 
 I 've turned my back on what was then before me ; 
 
 And the bright faces of my young companions 
 
 Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 28. Mazzini, 1805. 
 In the world's broad field of battle, 
 
 In the bivouac of Life, 
 Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! 
 Be a hero in the strife ! 
 
 A Psalm op Lite. 
 
 29. Mrs. Browning died, 1861. 
 « 
 Noble souls, through dust and heat 
 
 Rise from disaster and defeat 
 
 The stronger ; 
 And conscious still of the divine 
 Within them, lie on earth supine 
 
 No longer. the Sifting op Peter. 
 
 30. Horace Vernet, 1789. 
 Within the woodlands as he trod. 
 The dusk was like the Truce of God 
 With worldly woe and care. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
JULY 1-3 
 
 1. Battle of Gettysburg, 1863. 
 My emblem is the Lion, and I breathe 
 
 The breath of Libyan deserts o'er the land ; 
 My sickle as a sabre I unsheathe, 
 
 And bent before me the pale harvests stand. 
 The lakes and rivers shrink at my command, 
 
 And there is thirst and fever in the air ; 
 The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand ; 
 
 I am the Emperor whose name I bear. 
 
 The Poet's Calendar — July. 
 
 2. Assassination of Garfield, 1881. 
 Pleasant it was, when woods were green, 
 
 And winds were soft and low. 
 To lie amid some sylvan scene, 
 Where, the long drooping boughs between, 
 Shadows dark and sunlight sheen 
 Alternate come and go. 
 
 Prelude to Voices op the Night. 
 
 3. John Singleton Copley, 1737. 
 As to Prometheus, bringing ease 
 In pain, come the Oceanides, 
 So to the City, hot with the flame 
 Of the pitiless sun, the east wind came. 
 It came from the heaving breast of the deep, 
 Silent as dreams are, and sudden as sleep. 
 
 The City and the Sea. 
 
JULY 4-7 
 
 4. Nathaniel Hawthorne^ 1804. 
 Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! 
 Sail on, O Union, strong and great ! 
 Humanity with all its fears. 
 With all its hopes of future years. 
 Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! 
 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 
 5. B. G. Farragut, 1801. 
 
 In spite of rock and tempest's roar. 
 
 In spite of false lights on the shore. 
 
 Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! 
 
 Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, 
 
 Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, 
 
 Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, 
 
 Are all with thee, — are all with thee ! 
 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 
 6. John Paul Jones, 1747. 
 He only is utterly wretched who is the slave of his 
 own passions, or those of others. Hypeeion. 
 
 7. Sheridan died, 1816. 
 
 On the road of life one mile-stone more ! 
 In the book of life one leaf turned o'er ! 
 Like a red seal is the setting sun 
 On the good and the evil men have done, — 
 
 Naught can to-day restore ! Sundown. 
 
JULY 8-10 
 
 8. Fitz-Greene Halleck, 1790. 
 A.11 through life there are wayside inns, where man 
 
 may refresh his soul with love ; 
 Even the lowest may quench his thirst at rivulets 
 fed by springs from above. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 9. Henry Hallam, 1777. 
 When storms of wild emotion 
 
 Strike the ocean 
 Of the poet's soul, erelong 
 From each cave and rocky fastness. 
 
 In its vastness, 
 Floats some fragment of a song. 
 
 Ever drifting, drifting, drifting 
 
 On the shifting 
 Currents of the restless heart ; 
 Tilf at length in books recorded. 
 
 They, like hoarded 
 Household words, no more depart. 
 
 Sea-Weed. 
 
 10. Captain MarryaU, 1192, 
 Stay at home, my heart, and rest ; 
 
 The bird is safest in its nest ; 
 
 O'er all that flutter their wings and fly, 
 
 A hawk is hovering in the sky ; 
 
 To stay at home is best. Song. 
 
JULY 1 1-14 
 
 11. J. Q. Adams, 1767. 
 Day, panting with heat, and laden with a thou- 
 sand cares, toils onward like a beast of burden ; but 
 Night, calm, silent, holy Night, is a ministering 
 angel that cools with its dewy breath the toil-heated 
 brow ; and, like the Roman sisterhood, stoops down 
 to bathe the pilgrim's feet. Outre-Mer. 
 
 12. Julius Ccesar, B. C. 100 ; H. B. Thoreau, 1817. 
 You are a writer, and I am a fighter, but here is a 
 
 fellow 
 Who could both write and fight, and in both was 
 equally skilful ! 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 
 13. Augustus Hoppin, 1828. 
 
 But breathe the air 
 Of mountains, and their unapproachable summits 
 Will lift thee to the level of themselves. 
 
 The Masque op Pandora. 
 
 14. Jane Welsh Cariyle, 1801. 
 'T was an afternoon in Summer ; 
 Very hot and still the air was. 
 Very smooth the gliding river. 
 Motionless the sleeping shadows : 
 Insects glistened in the sunshine, 
 Insects skated on the water. 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
JULY 15-17 
 
 15. Cardinal Manning^ 1808. 
 " Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, 
 Of earth and folly born ! " 
 Solemnly sang the village choir 
 On that sweet Sabbath morn. 
 
 Through the closed blinds the golden sun 
 
 Poured in a dusty beam, 
 Like the celestial ladder seen 
 
 By Jacob in his dream. 
 
 A Gleam of Sunshine. 
 
 16. Sir Joshua Reynolds, 1723. 
 
 The natural alone is permanent. Fantastic idols 
 may be worshipped for a while ; but at length they 
 ire overturned by the continual and silent progress 
 )f Truth. Kavanagh. 
 
 17. John Jacob Astor, 1763. 
 How beautiful is the rain ! 
 After the dust and heat, 
 In the broad and fiery street, 
 In the narrow lane. 
 How beautiful is the rain ! 
 How it clatters along the roofs, 
 Like the tramp of hoofs ! 
 How it gushes and struggles out 
 From the throat of the overflowing spout. 
 
 Rain in Summer. 
 
JULY 18-21 
 
 18. TT. M. Thackeray, 1811. 
 
 Guarding the mountains around 
 Majestic the forests are standing, 
 Bright are their crested helms, 
 Dark is their armor of leaves ; 
 Filled with the breath of freedom 
 Each bosom subsiding, expanding, 
 Now like the ocean sinks, 
 Now like the ocean upheaves. 
 
 The Masque op Pandora. 
 
 19. John Martin, 1789. 
 
 Don't cross the bridge till you come to it, 
 Is a proverb old, and of excellent wit. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 20. Petrarch, 1304. 
 
 I have an excellent memory for forgetting. 
 
 But I still feel the hurt. Wounds are not healed 
 
 By the unbending of the bow that made them. 
 
 Michael Angelo. 
 
 21. Robert Burns died, 1796. 
 
 I see, but cannot reach, the height 
 That lies forever in the light. . . . 
 For Thine own purpose, Thou hast sent 
 The strife and the discouragement. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
JULY 22-24 
 
 22. Garibaldi, 1807. 
 I hear a voice that cries, "Alas ! alas ! 
 Whatever hath been written shall remain, 
 Nor be erased nor written o'er again ; 
 The unwritten only still belongs to thee : 
 Take heed, and ponder well what that shall be." 
 
 MORITURI SALUTAMUS. 
 
 23. Charlotte Cushman, 1816. 
 Welcome, O wind of the East, from the caves of 
 
 the misty Atlantic ! 
 Blowing o'er fields of dulse, and measureless mead- 
 ows of sea-grass. 
 Blowing o'er rocky wastes, and the grottos and 
 gardens of ocean ! 
 
 The Courtship op Miles Standish. 
 
 24. Simon Bolivar, 1783. 
 
 )own from the mountain descends the brooklet, 
 rejoicing in freedom ; 
 
 Little it dreams of the mill, hid in the valley below ; 
 
 lad with the joy of existence, the child goes singing 
 and laughing. 
 
 Little dreaming what toils lie in the future con- 
 cealed. Elegiac Verses. 
 
JULY 25-28 
 
 25. Coleridge diedy 1S34. 
 I must go forth into the town, 
 To visit beds of pain and death, 
 Of i*estless limbs, and quivering* breath, 
 And sorrowing hearts and patient eyes 
 That see, through tears, the sun go down, 
 But never moiv shall see it rise. 
 The poor in body and estate, 
 The sick and the disconsolate, 
 Must not on mairs convenience wait 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 26. Winthrop Mackworth Praed, 1S02. 
 God sent his Singers upon earth 
 AVith song-s of sadness and of mirth, 
 That they might touch the hearts of men. 
 And bring them back to heaven again. 
 
 The Singers. 
 27. Thomas Campbell, 1777. 
 Feeling is deep and still ; and the word that floats 
 
 on the surface 
 Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the ancho 
 is hidden. Evangeline. 
 
 28. Sylvester Judd, 1S13. 
 Into the blithe and breathing air. 
 
 Into the solemn wood. 
 Solemn and silent everywhere ! 
 Xature with folded hands seemed there. 
 Kneeling at her evening prayer ! 
 
 Prelude to Voices of the Night. 
 
JULY 29-31 
 29. Alexis De Tocqueville, 1805. 
 Here runs the highway to the town ; 
 
 There the green lane descends, 
 Through which I walked to church with thee, 
 O gentlest of my friends ! 
 
 Thy dress was like the liHes, 
 
 And thy heart as pure as they ; 
 One of God's holy messengers 
 Did walk with me that day. 
 
 A Gleam of SxmsHnrE. 
 30. Samuel Bogers, 1763. 
 Ah, how skilful grows the hand 
 That obeyeth Love's command ! 
 It is the heart, and not the brain, 
 That to the highest doth attain. 
 And he who followeth Love's behest 
 i?ar excelleth all the rest. 
 
 Tee Building of the Shu-. 
 31. John Ericsson, 1803. 
 In the country, on every side. 
 Where far and wide. 
 Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide, 
 stretches the plain. 
 To the dry grass and the drier grain 
 How welcome is the rain ! r^ ^ Summee. 
 
In the dark of branches hidden. 
 
 Epimetheus. 
 
 101 
 
 AUGUST 1-4 
 
 1. Richard H. Dana, 1815. 
 I am the Virgin, and my vestal flame 
 
 Burns less intensely than the Lion's rage ; 
 Sheaves are my only garlands, and I claim 
 The golden Harvests as my heritage. 
 
 The Poet's Calendar — August. 
 
 2. Cardinal Wiseman, 1802. 
 The darkening foliage ; the embrowning grain : 
 
 the golden dragon-fly haunting the blackberry 
 bushes ; the cawing crows, that looked down from 
 the mountain on the cornfield, and waited day after 
 day for the scarecrow to finish his work and depart ; 
 and the smoke of far-off burning woods that pervaded 
 the air and hung in purple haze about the summits 
 of the mountain ; — these were the avant-couriers 
 and attendants of the hot August Kavanagh. 
 
 3. Juliana Horatia Ewing, 1841. 
 In vain we look, in vain uplift 
 
 Our eyes to heaven, if we are blind ; 
 We see but what we have the gift 
 Of seeing ; what we bring we find. 
 
 Moonlight. 
 4. Shelley, 1792. 
 
 Fair they seemed, those songs sonorous, 
 
 When they came to me unbidden ; 
 Voices single, and in chorus, 
 Like the wild-birds singing o'er us P^^ 
 
 He 
 T 
 
 Bliol, 
 
 Pilfl 
 
AUGUST 5-7 
 
 5. First telegraphic message across the Atlantic, 1858. 
 Let not the illusion of thy senses 
 Betray thee to deadly offences. 
 Be strong ! be good ! be pure ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 6. Tennyson, 1809. 
 Poet ! I come to touch thy lance with mine ; 
 
 Not as a knight, who on the listed field 
 < Of tourney touched his adversary's shield 
 ^ In token of defiance, but in sign 
 ^Of homage to the mastery, which is thine, 
 In English song ; nor will I keep concealed, 
 And voiceless as a rivulet frost-congealed, 
 My admiration for thy verse divine. 
 'Not of the howling dervishes of song, 
 
 Who craze the brain with their delirious dance, 
 Art thou, O sweet historian of the heart ! 
 Therefore to thee the laurel-leaves belong, 
 To thee our love and our allegiance, 
 For thy allegiance to the poet's art. 
 
 Wapentake. To Alfred Tennyson. 
 
 7. Joseph Rodman Drake, 1795. 
 Through the meadow winds the river, — careless, 
 idolent. It seems to love the country, and is in 
 o haste to reach the sea. The bee only is at work, 
 - the hot and angry bee. All things else are at 
 iay ; he never plays, and is vexed that any one 
 lould. ' Hyperion. 
 
AUGUST 8-11 
 
 8. Defeat of Spanish Armada^ 1588. 
 Yes ; I would learn of thee thy song, 
 
 With all its flowing numbers, 
 And in a voice as fresh and strong 
 As thine is, sing it all day long, 
 And hear it in my slumbers. 
 
 Mad River. 
 
 9. John Dryden, 1631. | 
 
 The Poets, unto whom belong f 
 
 The Olympian heights ; whose singing shafts were 
 
 sent 
 Straight to the mark, and not from bows half bent, 
 
 But with the utmost tension of the thong. 
 
 Possibilities. 
 
 10. Sir Charles James Napier, 1782. 
 Ah, how bright the sun 
 Strikes on the sea and on the masts of vessels, 
 That are uplifted in the morning air, 
 Like crosses of some peaceable crusade ! 
 
 John Endicott. 
 
 11. Jeffries Wyman, 1814. 
 I have a passion for ballads. . . . They are 
 the gypsy children of song, born under green hedge 
 rows, in the leafy lanes and by-paths of literature - 
 in the genial summer time. Hyperion. 
 
AUGUST 12-14 
 
 12. Thomas Bewick, 1Y53. 
 Poor, sad Humanity, 
 Through all the dust and heat 
 Turns back with bleeding feet, 
 By the weary road it came, 
 Unto the simple thought, 
 By the Great Master taught, 
 And that remaineth still : 
 Not he that repeateth the name. 
 But he that doeth the will ! 
 
 Chbistus — Finale. 
 
 13. Battle of Blenheim, 1704. 
 The green trees whispered low and mild ; 
 
 It was a sound of joy ! 
 They were my playmates when a child. 
 And rocked me in their arms so wild ! 
 Still they looked at me and smiled 
 As if I were a boy. 
 
 Prelude to Voices op the Night. 
 
 14. Park Benjamin, 1S09. 
 I hope to join your seaside walk. 
 Saddened, and mostly silent, with emotion ; 
 Not interrupting with intrusive talk 
 
 The grand, majestic symphonies of ocean. 
 
 Dedication to the Seaside and the Fireside. 
 
AUGUST 15-18 
 
 15. Napoleon, 1769; Walter Scott, 1771. 
 I do not see why a successful book is not as great 
 an event as a successful campaign, only different in 
 kind and not easily compared. Hyperion. 
 
 16. HulVs Surrender of Detroit, 1812. 
 
 Everywhere about us are they glowing, 
 Some like stars, to tell us Spring is born ; 
 
 Others, their blue eyes with tears o'erflowing, 
 Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn. 
 
 Flowers. 
 
 17. Fredrika Bremer, 1801. h 
 
 I look down over the farms ; P^ 
 
 In the fields of grain I see 
 
 The harvest that is to be, 
 
 And I fling to the air my arms. 
 
 For I know it is all for me. 
 
 The Windmill. 
 
 18. Thomas William Parsons, 1819. 
 I hate the crowded town ! 
 I cannot breathe shut up within its gates ! 
 Air, — I want air, and sunshine, and blue sky, 
 The feeling of the breeze upon my face, 
 The feeling of the turf beneath my feet. 
 And no walls but the far-off mountain-tops. 
 
 The Spanlsh Student. 
 
r AUGUST 19- 21 
 
 19. Beranger, 1780. 
 Like the river, swift and clear, 
 Flows his song through many a heart. 
 
 Oliver Bassblin. 
 
 From day to day, and from year to year, the 
 trivial things of life postponed the great designs 
 which he felt capable of accomplishing, but never 
 had the. resolute courage to begin. Kavanagh. 
 
 20. Bobert Herrick, 1591. 
 
 Many sweet little poems are the outbreaks of 
 momentary feelings ; — words to which the song of 
 birds, the rustling of leaves, and the gurgle of cool 
 waters form the appropriate music. Hyperion. 
 
 21. Lady Mary Worthy Montague died, 1762. 
 And silver white the river gleams, 
 As if Diana, in her dreams. 
 
 Had dropt her silver bow 
 
 Upon the meadows low. 
 
 On such a tranquil night as this, 
 She woke Endymion with a kiss, 
 When, sleeping in the grove, 
 He dreamed not of her love. 
 
 ENDTmON. 
 
AUGUST 22-25 
 
 22. John B. Gough, 1817. 
 We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of 
 doing, while others judge us by what we have already 
 done. Kavanaqh. 
 
 23. Oliver H. Perry, born 1785, died 1819. 
 
 When I look from my window at night, 
 And the welkin above is all white, 
 
 All throbbing and panting with stars : 
 Among them majestic is standing 
 Sandalphon the angel, expanding 
 
 His pinions in nebulous bars. Sandalphon. 
 
 24. William Wilberforce, 1759. 
 In the press of our life it is difficult to be calm. 
 The voices of the Present say, *' Come ! " But the 
 voices of the Past say, " Wait ! " Hyperion. 
 
 25. John Neal, 1793. 
 
 The friendships old and the early loves 
 Come back with a sabbath sound, as of doves I 
 
 In quiet neighborhoods. 
 
 And the verse of that sweet old song, 
 It flutters and murmurs still : 
 " A boy's will is the wind's will, 
 And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." 
 
 My Lost Youth. 
 
AUGUST 26-29 
 
 26. B. G. Niebuhr, 1776. 
 
 Feeble hands and helpless, 
 Groping blindly in the darkness, 
 Touch God's right hand in that darkness 
 And are lifted up and strengthened. 
 
 Hiawatha. 
 
 27. James K. Paulding, 1779. 
 For all the runes and rhymes 
 
 Of all times, 
 Best I like the ocean's dirges. 
 When the old harper heaves and rocks, 
 
 His hoary locks 
 Flowing and flashing in the surges ! 
 
 The Skerry of Shrieks. 
 
 28. Goethe, 1749. 
 Only think of his [Goethe's] life ; his youth of 
 passion, alternately aspiring and desponding, stormy, 
 impetuous, headlong ; his romantic manhood, in 
 which passion assumes the form of strength ; assid- 
 uous, careful, toiling without haste, without rest; 
 and his sublime old age — the age of serene and 
 classic repose ! . . . I affirm that with all his errors 
 and shortcomings, he was a glorious specimen of a 
 man. Hyperion. 
 
 29. O. W. Holmes, 1809. 
 To charm, to strengthen, and to teach. 
 These are the three great chords of might. 
 
 The Singers. 
 
AUGUST 30-SEPTEMBER 1 
 
 30. Joseph Dennie, 1768. 
 On the outside of the door Kavanagh had written 
 the vigorous line of Dante, — 
 
 *' Think that To-day shall never dawn again ! " 
 
 that it might always serve as a salutation and me- 
 mento to him as he entered. Kavanagh. 
 
 Do not delay : 
 Do not delay ; the golden moments fly ! 
 
 The Masque of Pandora. 
 
 31. Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, 1844. 
 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, 
 
 Is our destined end or way ; 
 
 But to act, that each to-morrow 
 
 Find us farther than to day. 
 
 A Psalm op Life. 
 
 SEPTEMBER 
 
 1. Battle of Sedan, 1870. 
 I bear the Scales, where hang in equipoise 
 
 The night and day ; and when unto my lips 
 I put my trumpet, with its stress and noise 
 
 Fly the white clouds like tattered sails of ships. 
 The tree-tops lash the air with sounding whips ; 
 Southward the clamorous sea-fowl wing their 
 flight; 
 The hedges are all red with haws and hips. 
 
 The Hunter's Moon reigns empress of the night. 
 The Poet's Calendar — September. 
 
SEPTEMBER 2-4 
 
 2. John Howard, 1726. 
 
 Bells are the voice of the church ; 
 They have tones that touch and search 
 
 The hearts of young and old : 
 One sound to all, yet each 
 Lends a meaning to their speech, 
 
 And the meaning is manifold. 
 
 The Bells op San Blas. 
 
 3. Chateaubriand, 1768. 
 
 " Sing me a song divine. 
 With a sword in every line, 
 
 And this shall be thy reward." 
 And he loosened the belt at his waist, 
 And in front of the singer placed 
 
 His sword. 
 
 Then the Scald took his harp and sang. 
 And loud through the music rang 
 
 The sound of that shining word ; 
 And the harp-strings a clangor made, 
 As if they were struck with the blade 
 
 Of a sword. The Saga of King Olaf. 
 
 4. Phoebe Cary, 1824. 
 Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever 
 dumb. The two must go together to form the 
 great poet, painter, or sculptor. Hypeeion. 
 
SEPTEMBER 5-8 
 
 5. Wieland, 1733. 
 The Land of Song within thee lies, 
 
 Watered by living springs ; > 
 
 The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes 
 Are gates unto that Paradise, 
 Holy thoughts, like stars, arise. 
 Its clouds are angels' wings. 
 
 Prelude to Voices of the Night. 
 
 6. Lafayette, 1758. 
 ^ Not in the clamor of the crowded street. 
 
 Not in the shouts a.nd plaudits of the throng. 
 But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat. 
 
 The Poet. 
 
 7. Queen Elizabeth, 1533. 
 Our little lives are kept in equipoise 
 
 By opposite attractions and desires; 
 The struggle of the instinct that enjoys. 
 And the more noble instinct that aspires. 
 
 Haunted Houses. 
 
 8. Ariosto, 1474. 
 
 Patience and abnegation of self, and devotion to 
 
 others, 
 This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had 
 
 taught her. Evangeline. 
 
SEPTEMBER 9-1 1 
 
 9. Thomas Hutchinson^ 1711. 
 Not to one church alone, but seven, 
 The voice prophetic spake from heaven ; 
 And unto each the promise came. 
 Diversified, but still the same ; 
 For him who overcometh are 
 The new name written on the stone. 
 The raiment white, the crown, the throne. 
 
 Tales of a Wayside Inn. 
 
 10. Mungo Park, 1771. 
 
 The God's truce with worldly cares was once 
 more at an end. . . . Suddenly closed the ivory gate 
 of dreams, and the horn gate of every-day life 
 opened, and he went forth to deal with the man of 
 flesh and blood. Kavanagh. 
 
 11. James Thomson, 1700. 
 
 Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was 
 wasted ; 
 
 If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, re- 
 turning 
 
 Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them 
 full of refreshment ; 
 
 That which the fountain sends forth returns again 
 to the fountain. Evangelinb. 
 
SEPTEMBER 12-15 
 
 12. Charles Dudley Warner, 1829. 
 
 I remember the black wharves and the slips, 
 
 And the sea-tides tossing free ; 
 And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, 
 And the beauty and mystery of the ships, 
 
 And the magic of the sea. my Lost Youth. 
 
 13. Julius Charles Hare, 1795. 
 
 Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined ; 
 Often in a wooden house a golden room we find. 
 
 Art and Tact. 
 
 14. Humboldt, 1769. 
 
 To him all things were possible, and seemed 
 Not what he had accomplished, but had dreamed, 
 And what were tasks to others were his play. 
 The pastime of an idle holiday. 
 
 Emma and Eginhard. 
 
 15. J. F. Cooper, 1789. 
 
 These legends and traditions, 
 With the odors of the forest. 
 With the dew and damp of meadows. 
 With the curling smoke of wigwams, 
 With the rushing of great rivers. 
 
 The Song op Hiawatha. 
 
SEPTEMBER 16-18 
 
 16. Francis Parkman, 1823. 
 
 From the world of spirits there descends 
 A bridge of light, connecting it with this, 
 
 O'er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends. 
 Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss. 
 
 Haunted Houses. 
 
 17. Settlement of Boston, 1630. 
 
 When we reflect that all the aspects of Nature, 
 all the emotions of the soul, and all the events of 
 life, have been the subjects of poetry for hundreds 
 and thousands of years, we can hardly wonder that 
 there should be so many resemblances, and coinci- 
 dences of expression among poets, but rather that 
 they are not more numerous and striking. 
 
 Drift- Wood. 
 
 World-wide apart, and yet akin, 
 As showing that the human heart 
 Beats on forever as of old. 
 
 Tales op a Wayside Inn. 
 
 18. Samuel Johnson, 1709. 
 
 The morrow was a bright September morn; 
 The earth was beautiful as if new-born; 
 There was that nameless splendor everywhere. 
 That wild exhilaration in the air, 
 Which makes the passers in the city street 
 Congratulate each other as they meet. 
 
 The Falcon op Sir Fedeeigo. 
 
SEPTEMBER 19-22 
 19. Garfield died, 1881. 
 Ah me ! how dark the discipline of pain, 
 
 Were not the suffering followed by the sense 
 Of infinite rest and infinite release ! 
 This is our consolation ; and again 
 
 A great soul cries to us in our suspense, 
 
 "I came from martyrdom unto this peace ! " 
 
 President Gabfield. 
 
 20. Lord Falkland died, 1643. 
 
 It is the Harvest Moon ! On gilded vanes 
 And roofs of villages, on woodland crests 
 And their aerial neighborhoods of nests 
 Deserted, on the curtained window-panes 
 
 Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes 
 And harves1>fields, its mystic splendor rests ! 
 
 The Harvest Moon. 
 
 21. Savonarola, 1452. 
 With many readers, brilliancy of style passes for 
 affluence of thought. Drift-Wood. 
 
 22. Br. John Brown, 1810. 
 Thou comest. Autumn, heralded by the rain, 
 With banners, by great gales incessant fanned. 
 Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, 
 And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain ! 
 Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne, 
 Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand 
 Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land. 
 Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain ! 
 
 Autumn. 
 
SEPTEMBER 23-26 
 
 23. Karl Theodor Korner, 1791. 
 Nor deem the irrevocable Past, 
 
 As wholly wasted, wholly vain. 
 If, rising on its wrecks, at last 
 To something nobler we attain. 
 
 The Ladder op St. Augustine. 
 
 24. Sharon Turner, 1768. 
 Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended 
 So long beneath the heavens' o'erhanging eaves ; 
 Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended ; 
 Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves ; 
 
 And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid. 
 Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves ! 
 
 Autumn. 
 
 25. Felicia Hemans, 1794. 
 And the maize-field grew and ripened, 
 Till it stood in all the splendor 
 Of its garments green and yellow. 
 
 Hiawatha. 
 
 26. James A. Hillhouse, 1789. 
 
 Wild with the winds of September 
 ^Trestled the trees of the forest, as Jacob of old 
 with the angel. Evangeline. 
 
SEPTEMBER 27-29 
 
 27. Samuel Adams, 1722. 
 
 The architect 
 Built his great heart into these sculptured stones, 
 And with him toiled his children, and their lives 
 Were builded with his own, into the walls. 
 As offerings unto God. Strasburg Cathedral. 
 
 {The Golden Legend.) 
 
 28. Prosper Merimee, 1803. 
 He is the greatest artist, then, \^ 
 Whether of pencil or of pen. 
 Who follows Nature. Never man, 
 Pursuing his own fantasies, 
 Can touch the human heart, or please, 
 Or satisfy our nobler needs 
 As he who sets his willing feet 
 In Nature's footprints, light and fleet. 
 
 Keramos. 
 
 29. Nelson, 1758. 
 Gone are the birds that were our summer guests 
 With the last sheaves return the laboring wains '^ 
 
 All things are symbols : the external shows 
 Of Nature have their image in the mind, 
 As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves; 
 
 The song-birds leave us at the summer's close. 
 Only the empty nests are left behind, 
 And pipings of the quail among the sheaves. 
 
 The Harvest Moon. 
 
SEPTEMBER 30-OCTOBER 2 
 
 30. George Whitejield died, 1770. 
 
 Which is more fair, 
 The sunrise or the sunset of the heart ? 
 The hour when we look forth to the unknown, 
 Or that when all the landscape of our lives 
 Lies stretched behind us, and familiar places 
 Gleam in the distance, and sweet memories 
 Rise like a tender haze, and magnify 
 The objects we behold, that soon must vanish ? 
 
 Michael Anqelo. 
 
 OCTOBER 
 
 1. Bufus Choate, 1799. 
 
 My ornaments are fruits ; my garments leaves. 
 
 Woven like cloth of gold, and crimson dyed ; 
 [ do not boast the harvesting of sheaves, 
 
 O'er orchards and o'er vineyards I preside. 
 Chough on the frigid Scorpion I ride. 
 
 The dreamy air is full, and overflows 
 ^ith tender memories of the summer-tide. 
 
 And mingled voices of the doves and crows. 
 
 The Poet's Calendae— October. 
 
 2. Channing died, 1842. 
 
 Storms do not rend the sail that is furled ; 
 Nor like a dead leaf, tossed and whirled 
 In an eddy of wind, is the anchored soul. 
 
 Old St. David's at Radnob. 
 
OCTOBER 3-6 
 
 3. George Bancroft, 1800. 
 It was autumn, and incessant 
 l|i Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, 
 
 li And, like living coals, the apples 
 
 Burned among the withering leaves. 
 
 Pegasus in Pound. 
 
 4. Guizot, 1787. 
 The Angel of the Star of Love, 
 The Evening Star, that shines above 
 
 The place where lovers be. 
 Above all happy hearths and homes. 
 On roofs of thatch, or golden domes, 
 I give him Charity ! 
 
 The Angels of the Seven Planets. 
 
 5. Jonathan Edwards, 1703. 
 
 All praise 
 Be to the ballads of old times 
 And to the bards of simple ways. 
 Who walked with Nature hand in hand ; 
 Whose country was their Holy Land. 
 
 Tales op a Wayside Inn. 
 
 6. Jenny Lind, 1821. 
 
 The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible 
 There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and con 
 sequence are inseparable and inevitable. 
 
 Dript-Wood. 
 
OCTOBER 7-9 
 
 7. Edgar A. Foe died, 1849. 
 A voice within his breast 
 Whispered, audible and clear, 
 As if to the outward ear : 
 " Do thy duty ; that is best ; 
 Leave unto thy Lord the rest ! " 
 
 The Legend Beautiful. 
 
 8. Philarete Chasles, 1798. 
 Like a French poem is Life ; being only perfect in 
 
 structure 
 When with the masculine rhymes mingled the 
 
 feminine are. Ele^i^^ y^^g^.^^ 
 
 9. Cervantes, 1547. 
 Such a fate as this was Dante's, 
 
 By defeat and exile maddened ; 
 Thus were Milton and Cervantes, 
 Nature's priests and Corybantes, 
 
 By affliction touched and saddened. 
 
 But the glories so transcendent 
 
 That around their memories cluster, 
 And, on all their steps attendant. 
 Make their darkened lives resplendent 
 With such gleams of inward lustre ! 
 
 Pbometheus. 
 
OCTOBER 10-13 
 
 10. Benjamin West, 1738. 
 
 When the silver habit of the clouds 
 Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with 
 A sober gladness the old year takes up 
 His bright inheritance of golden fruits, 
 A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene. 
 
 Autumn. 
 
 11. Samud G, Brake, 1798. 
 Then in the golden weather the maize was husked, 
 
 and the maidens 
 Blushed at each blood-red ear, for that betokened a 
 
 lover. EVANGELINB. 
 
 12. Landing of Columbus, 1492. 
 
 I hear the sound of flails 
 
 Far oflt, from the threshing-floors 
 In barns, with their open doors, 
 
 And the wind, the wind in my sails, 
 
 Louder and louder roars. 
 
 The Windmill. 
 
 13. Elizabeth Fry died, 1845. 
 
 Arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet andj 
 
 • yellow. 
 
 Bright with the sheen of the dew, each glittering| 
 
 tree of the forest 
 Flashed like the plane-tree the Persian adorned j 
 with mantles and jewels. Evangklinb. 
 
OCTOBER 14-16 
 
 14. William Penn, 1644. 
 Let us then labor for an inward stillness, — 
 An inward stillness and an inward healing ; 
 That perfect silence where the lips and heart 
 Are still, and we no longer entertain 
 Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions, 
 But God alone speaks in us, and we wait 
 In singleness of heart, that we may know 
 His will, and in the silence of our spirits. 
 That we may do his will, and do that only ! 
 
 John Endioott. 
 
 15. Virgil, B. C, 70. 
 
 For us there are mellowing apples. 
 
 Chestnuts soft to the touch, and clouted cream in 
 
 abundance, 
 
 And the high roofs now of the villages smoke in 
 
 the distance. 
 
 And from the lofty mountains are falling larger 
 
 the shadows. 
 
 From Virgil's First Eclogue. 
 
 16. Albrecht von Holler, 1708. 
 Turn, turn, my wheel ! This earthen jar 
 A touch can make, a touch can mar ; 
 
 And shall it to the Potter say. 
 What makest thou ? Thou hast no hand ? 
 As men who think to understand 
 A world by their Creator planned. 
 
 Who wiser is than they. Keeamos. 
 
OCTOBER 17-20 
 
 17. Sir John Bowring, 1792. 
 O fortunate, O happy day, 
 When a new household finds its place 
 Among the myriad homes of earth, 
 Like a new star just sprung to birth, 
 And rolled on its harmonious way 
 Into the boundless realms of space ! 
 
 The Hanging of the Obane. 
 
 18. Crown Prince Frederick William, 1831. 
 
 Art is the gift of God, and must be used 
 
 Unto His glory. That in art is highest I If 
 
 Which aims at this. Michael Angelo. f 
 
 19. John Adams, 1735. 
 I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe p 
 
 in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy " the sweet 
 security of streets." Dbipt-Wood. 
 
 20. Thomas Hughes, 1823. ^ 
 The light of love shines over all ; 
 Of love, that says not mine and thine. 
 But ours, for ours is thine and mine. . . . 
 And whatsoever may betide 
 The great, forgotten world outside ; 
 They want no guests ; they needs must be 
 Each other's own best company. 
 
 The Hanging of the Cbane. 
 
OCTOBER 21-24 
 
 21. S. T. Coleridge, 1772. 
 
 On Sundays I take my rest ; 
 
 Church-going bells begin 
 
 Their low, melodious din ; 
 I cross my arms on my breast, 
 
 And all is peace within. 
 
 The Windmill. 
 
 22. Thomas Arnold died, 1822. 
 
 Like the Kingdom of Heaven, the Fountain of 
 
 Youth is within us ; 
 If we seek it elsewhere, old shall we grow in the 
 
 search. Elegiac Verses. 
 
 23. Francis Jeffrey, 1773. 
 
 This is not well. In truth, it vexes me. 
 ^Instead of whistling to the steeds of Time, 
 To make them jog on merrily with life's burden, 
 Like a dead weight thou hangest on the wheels. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 24. Sir James Mackintosh, 1765o 
 
 Something the heart must have to cherish. 
 Must love and joy and sorrow learn, 
 
 Something with passion clasp, or perish, 
 And in itself to ashes burn. 
 
 Forsaken. From the German. 
 
OCTOBER 25-27 
 
 25. Chaucer died, 1400. 
 
 Here in a little rustic hermitage 
 
 Alfred the Saxon King, Alfred the Great, 
 Postponed the cares of king-craft to translate 
 
 The Consolations of the Roman sage. 
 
 Here Geoffrey Chaucer, in his ripe old age 
 
 Wrote the unrivalled Tales, which soon or late 
 The venturous hand that strives to imitate 
 
 Vanquished must fall on the unfinished page. 
 
 Two kings were they, who ruled by right divine, 
 And both suprenie ; one in the realm of truth, 
 One in the realm of fiction and of song. 
 
 What prince hereditary of their line. 
 
 Uprising in the strength and flush of youth, 
 Their glory shall inherit and prolong ? 
 
 Woodstock Pabk. 
 
 26. Von Moltke, 1800. 
 
 Give what you have. To some one, it may be 
 better than you dare to think. Kavana0h. 
 
 27. Lord Ashburton, 17Y4. 
 
 In the twilight of age all things seem strange and 
 phantasmal, 
 
 As between daylight and dark ghostlike the land- 
 scape appears. Elbgiac Ybbsks. 
 
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OCTOBER 28-31 
 
 28. Erasmus, 1467. 
 Hate is death ; and Love is life, 
 A peace, a splendor from above ; 
 
 And hate, a never ending strife 
 
 Love is the Holy Ghost within ; 
 Hate, the unpardonable sin ! 
 Who preaches otherwise than this. 
 Betrays his Master with a kiss. 
 
 Christus — First Inteblude. 
 
 29. John Keats, 1795. 
 
 " Here lieth one whose name 
 Was writ in water." And was this the meed 
 )f his sweet singing ? Rather let me write : 
 " The smoking flax before it burst to flame 
 Vas quenched by death, and broken the bruised 
 reed. Keats. 
 
 30. Richard Brinsley Sheridan, 1751. 
 The full soul is silent. Only the rising and fall- 
 ag tides rush murmuring through their channels. 
 
 Kavanagh. 
 
 31. Theodore Dwight Woolsey, 1801. 
 
 f They come, the shapes of joy and woe, 
 The airy crowds of long ago, 
 The dreams and fancies known of yore, 
 That have been and shall be no more. 
 
 The Golden LEGEirD. 
 
NOVEMBER 1-3 
 
 1. Benvenuto Cellini, 1500. 
 The Centaur, Sagittarius, am I, 
 
 Born of Ixion's and the cloud's embrace : 
 With sounding hoofs across the earth I fly, 
 
 A steed Thessalian with a human face. 
 Sharp winds the arrows are with which I chase 
 
 The leaves, half dead already with affright ; 
 I shroud myself in gloom ; and to the race 
 
 Of mortals bring nor comfort nor delight. 
 
 The Poet's Calendar — November. 
 
 2. Marie Antoinette, 1755. 
 
 What sweet, angelic faces, what divine 
 
 And holy images of love and trust, 
 
 Undimmed by age, unsoiled by damp or dust ! ^' 
 
 MORITURl SaLUTAMUS. 
 
 Thus is the glory of God made visible, and ma 
 be seen, where in the soul of man it meets its lik( 
 ness changeless and steadfast. Hyperion. 
 
 3. W. C. Bryant, 1794. 
 We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; | 
 
 Amid these earthly damps ' 
 
 What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, 
 
 May be heaven's distant lamps. Resignation. 
 
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NOVEMBER 4-6 
 
 4. James Montgomery, 1771. 
 
 Ye boundless regions 
 Of all perfection ! Tender morning visions 
 Of beauteous souls ! The Future's pledge and band ! 
 Who in Life's battle firm doth stand, 
 Shall bear Hope's tender blossoms 
 Into the Silent Land ! Song op the Silent Land. 
 
 5. Washington Allston, 1779. 
 From his pipe the smoke ascending 
 Filled the sky with haze and vapor, 
 Filled the air with dreamy softness, 
 Gave a twinkle to the water, 
 Touched the rugged hills with smoothness. 
 Brought the tender Indian Summer. 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
 6. Cornelius Conway Felton, 1807. 
 In Attica thy birthplace should have been, 
 Or the Ionian Isles, or where the seas 
 Encircle in their arms the Cyelades, 
 50 wholly Greek wast thou in thy serene 
 Ind childlike joy of life, O Philhellene ! 
 Around thee would have swarmed the Attic bees ; 
 Homer had been thy friend, or Socrates, 
 Ind Plato welcomed thee to his demesne. 
 
 Three Fbiends op Mine. 
 
NOVEMBER 7-10 
 
 7. William Croswell, 1804. 
 
 In vain 
 Ye call back the past again, 
 
 The past is deaf to your prayer : 
 Out of the shadows of night 
 The world rolls into light ; 
 It is daybreak everywhere. 
 
 The Bells of San Blas. 
 
 8. William Wirt, 1772. 
 
 It is too late ! Ah, nothing is too late 
 Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate. 
 
 MORITURI SALUTAMUS. 
 
 9. Albert Edward^ Prince of Wales, 1841. 
 
 Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever 
 dumb. The two must go together to form the great 
 poet, painter, or sculptor. Hyperion. 
 
 10. Martin Luther, 1483. 
 Endurance and strength. 
 Triumph and fulness of fame, 
 Sounding about the world. 
 An inspiration forever, 
 Stirring the hearts of men. 
 Shaping their end and their aim. 
 
 The Masque of Panikhu. 
 
NOVEMBER 1 1-13 
 
 11. T. B, Aldrich, 1836. 
 For what is Time ? The shadow on the dial, — 
 the striking of the clock, — the running of the sand, 
 — day and night, — summer and winter, — months, 
 years, centuries. These are but arbitrary and out- 
 ward signs, — the measure of Time, not Time itself. 
 Time is the life of the Soul. Hyperion. 
 
 12. Richard Baxter, 1615. 
 My life is cold, and dark and dreary 
 It rains, and the wind is never weary ; 
 My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, 
 But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast. 
 
 And the days are dark and dreary. 
 Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; 
 Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; 
 Thy fate is the common fate of all. 
 Into each life some rain must fall. 
 Some days must be dark and dreary. 
 
 The RAniY Dat. 
 
 13. Edwin Booth, 1833. 
 So are great deeds as natural to great men 
 As mean things are to small ones. 
 
 By his work 
 We know the master. Michael Angelo. 
 
NOVEMBER 14-17 
 
 14. Daguerre, 1787. 
 Nor deem the irrevocable Past, 
 
 As wholly wasted, wholly vain, 
 If, rising on its wrecks, at last 
 To something nobler we attain. 
 
 The Ladder op St. Augustine. 
 
 15. William Cowper, 1731. 
 
 Thus by aspirations lifted. 
 
 By misgivings downward driven, 
 
 Human hearts are tossed and drifted 
 Midway between earth and heaven. 
 
 King Tbisanku. 
 
 16. John Bright, 1811. | 
 
 The every-day cares and duties, which men call 
 drudgery, are the weights and counterpoises of the 
 clock of time, giving its pendulum a true vibration, 
 and its hands a regular motion. Kavanagh. 
 
 
 17. George Grote, 1794. 
 
 Angels of Life and Death alike are his ; 
 
 Without his leave they pass no threshold o'er ; 
 Who, then, would wish or dare, believing this. 
 
 Against his messengers to shut the door ? 
 
 The Two Angels. 
 
 
NOVEMBER 18-21 
 
 18. Asa Gray, 1810. 
 The passing of their beautiful feet 
 Blesses the pavement of the street, 
 And all their looks and words repeat 
 Old Fuller's saying, wise and sweet, 
 Not as a vulture but a dove. 
 The Holy Ghost came from above. 
 
 Tales op a Wayside Inn. 
 
 19. Thorwaldsen, 1770. 
 Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, 
 
 Onward through life he goes ; 
 Each morning sees some task begun, 
 
 Each evening sees it close ; 
 Something attempted, something done, 
 Has earned a night's repose. 
 I The Village Blacksmith. 
 
 20. Thomas Chatterton, 1752. 
 
 The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our 
 
 eartsthe best wine ; afterwards the constant weight 
 
 f it brings forth bitterness, — the taste and strain 
 
 'om the lees of the vat. Drift-Wood. 
 
 21. Bryan Waller Procter, 1787. 
 Man-like is it to fall into sin. 
 Fiend-like is it to dwell therein, 
 Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, 
 God-like is it all sin to leave. 
 
 Sin {Tr.from Von Logau). 
 
NOVEMBER 22-24 
 
 22. '' George Eliot,'' 1819. 
 The secret studies of an author are the sunken 
 piers upon which is to rest the bridge of his fame, 
 spanning the dark waters of Oblivion. They are 
 out of sight ; but without them no superstructure 
 can stand secure ! Hypebion. 
 
 23. Ernest Wadsworth Longfellow, 1845. 
 I love that tranquillity of soul, in which we feel 
 the blessing of existence, and which in itself is a 
 prayer and a thanksgiving. Hyperion. 
 
 Be not like a stream that brawls 
 Loud with shallow waterfalls, 
 But in quiet self-control 
 Link together soul and soul. 
 
 SONGO RiVEB. 
 
 24. Frances Hodgson Burnett, 1849. 
 
 Vanished are the thoughts, the dim, unsatisfied : 
 
 longings ; 
 Sunk are the turrets of cloud into the ocean of 
 
 dreams ; 
 While in a haven of rest my heart is riding at 
 
 anchor, 
 Held by the chains of love, held by the anchors of 
 
 trust ! Elegiac. 
 
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NOVEMBER 25-28 
 25. Lope de Vega^ 1562. 
 Cross against corselet, 
 Love against hatred, 
 Peace-cry for war-cry ! 
 Patience is powerful ; 
 He that o'ercometh 
 Hath power o'er the nations! 
 
 The Nun op Nidaros. 
 
 26. Empress Marie Feodorovna, 1847. 
 Vhither my heart has gone, there follows my hand, 
 
 and not elsewhere. 
 'or when the heart goes before, like a lamp, and 
 
 illumines the pathway, 
 [any things are made clear, that else lie hidden in 
 
 darkness. t^ 
 
 Evangeline. 
 
 27. Frances Anne Kemhle, 1809. 
 Ah ! what would the world be to us 
 
 If the children were no more ? 
 We should dread the desert behind us 
 
 Worse than the dark before. Children. 
 
 28. William Blake, 1757. 
 
 I If we would cross 
 
 e running flood of things here in the world, 
 r souls must not look down, but ^^ their sight 
 the firm land beyond. Michael Anoelo. 
 
NOVEMBER 29-DECEMBER 1 
 
 29. Sir Philip Sidney, 1554. 
 
 O enviable fate ! to be 
 Strong, beautiful, and armed like thee 
 With lyre and sword, with song and steel. 
 A hand to smite, a heart to feel. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 30. Dean Swift, 1667. 
 The reign of violence is dead. 
 Or dying surely from the world ; 
 While Love triumphant reigns instead, 
 And in a brighter sky overhead 
 His blessed banners are unfurled. 
 
 Tales op a Wayside Inn. 
 
 DECEMBER 
 
 1. Alexandra, Princess of Wales, 1844. 
 Riding upon the goat, with snow-white hair 
 
 I come, the last of all. This crown of mine 
 Is of the holly ; in my hand I bear 
 
 The thyrsus, tipped with fragrant cones of pine. 
 I celebrate the birth of the Divine, 
 
 And the return of the Saturnian reign ; 
 My songs are carols sung at every shrine. 
 
 Proclaiming, *' Peace on earth, good -will U 
 men. " The Poet's Calendar — December. 
 
DECEMBER 2-5 
 
 2. Battle of Austerlitz, 1805. 
 The dawn is not distant, 
 Nor is the night starless ; 
 Love is eternal ! 
 God is still God, and 
 His faith shall not fail us ; 
 Christ is eternal ! 
 
 The Nun op Nidaros. 
 
 3. Mary Lamh^ 1764. 
 What other things I hitherto have done 
 Have fallen from me, are no longer mine ; 
 I have passed on beyond them, and have left them 
 As milestones on the way. What lies before me. 
 That is still mine. Michael Angew. 
 
 4. Thomas Carlyle, 1795. 
 Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they 
 
 grind exceeding small ; 
 Though with patience He stands waiting, with 
 
 exactness grinds He all. Retribution. 
 
 5. Mozart died, 1792. 
 A sweet remembrance keeps off age ; 
 A tender friendship doth still assuage 
 The burden of sorrow that one may know. 
 
 Translated from the French. 
 
DECEMBER 6-8 
 
 6. Richard H. Barham, 1788. 
 
 Slowly the hour-hand of the clock moves round ; 
 So slowly that no human eye hath power 
 To see it move ! Slowly in shine or shower 
 
 The painted ship above it, homeward bound, 
 
 Sails, but seems motionless, as if aground ; 
 Yet both arrive at last ; and m his tower 
 The slumberous watchman wakes and strikes the 
 hour, 
 
 A mellow, measured, melancholy sound. 
 
 Midnight ! the outpost of advancing day ! 
 The frontier town and citadel of night ! 
 
 The watershed of Time, from which the streams 
 
 Of Yesterday and To-morrow take their way 
 One to the land of promise and of light, 
 
 One to the land of darkness and of dreams ! 
 
 The Two Rivers 
 
 7. Allan Cunningham, 1784. 
 
 Expression of feeling is different with different 
 minds. It is not always simple. Some minds, when 
 excited, naturally speak in figures and similitudes. 
 They do not on that account feel less deeply. 
 
 Hyperion. 
 
 8. Mary Stuart, 1542. 
 
 Dark grew the brilliant sky. 
 
 Cloudy and dark and drear ; 
 They were breaking the snow on high. 
 
 And winter was drawing near. the Stork. 
 
DECEMBER 9-1 1 
 
 9. John Milton, 1608. 
 
 I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold 
 How the voluminous billows roll and run, 
 Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun 
 
 Shines through their sheeted emerald far unrolled, 
 
 A.nd the ninth v/ave, slow gathering fold by fold 
 All its loose-flowing garments into one, 
 Plunges upon the shore, and floods the dun 
 
 Pale reach of sands, and changes them to gold. 
 
 5o in majestic cadence rise and fall 
 The mighty undulations of thy song, 
 O sightless bard, England's Mseonides ! 
 
 ^d ever and anon, high above all 
 Uplifted, a ninth wave superb and strong. 
 Floods all the soul with its melodious seas. 
 
 MiLTOH. 
 
 10. Thomas H. Gallaudet, 1787. 
 lelestial King ! O let thy presence pass 
 Before my spirit, and an image fair 
 Shall meet that look of mercy from on high, 
 is the reflected image in a glass 
 Doth meet the look of him who seeks it there. 
 
 The Image of God. 
 
 11. Charles XIL killed in battle, 1718. 
 The strength of criticism lies only in the weakness 
 f the thing criticised. Kavanagh. 
 
DECEMBER 12-15 
 
 12. Frederic H. Hedge, 1805. 
 
 The atmosphere 
 In which the soul delights to be, 
 And finds that perfect liberty, 
 Which Cometh only from above. 
 
 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 13. A. P. Stanley, 1815. 
 
 Who in Life's battle firm doth stand, 
 Shall bear Hope's tender blossoms 
 Into the Silent Land ! 
 
 Song op the Silent Land. 
 
 14. Washington died, 1799. 
 
 Were a star quenched on high, 
 
 For ages would its light. 
 Still travelling downward from the sky, 
 
 Shine on our mortal sight. 
 
 So when a great man dies. 
 
 For years beyond our ken, 
 The light he leaves behind him lies 
 
 Upon the paths of men. Charles Sumnbe. 
 
 15. Henry Chorley, 1808. 
 
 Leafless are the trees ; their purple branches 
 Spread themselves abroad, like reefs of coral. 
 
 Rising silent 
 In the Red Sea of the winter sunset. 
 
 The Golden Mile-Stonb. 
 
DECEMBER 16-18 
 
 16. Jane Austen^ 1775. 
 
 The clashing of creeds, and the strife 
 Of the many beliefs, that in vain 
 Perplex man's heart and brain, 
 Are naught but the rustle of leaves, 
 When the breath of God upheaves 
 The boughs of the Tree of Life. 
 
 Christus — Finale. 
 
 17. J. G. Whittier, 1808; Beethoven, 1770. 
 ) thou, whose daily life anticipates 
 
 The life to come, and in whose thought and word 
 rhe spiritual world preponderates. 
 
 Hermit of Amesbury ! thou too hast heard 
 i^oices and melodies from beyond the gates. 
 And speakest only when thy soul is stirred ! 
 
 The Three Silences op Molinos. 
 
 18. Charles Wesley, 1708. 
 
 The Angel of the uttermost 
 
 Of all the shining, heavenly host, 
 
 From the far-off expanse 
 Of the Saturnian, endless space 
 I bring the last, the crowning grace. 
 
 The gift of Temperance ! 
 
 The Angels op the Seven Planets. 
 
DECEMBER 19-22 
 
 19. J. M. W. Turner died, 1851. 
 
 As unto the bow the cord is, 
 
 So unto the man is woman ; 
 
 Though she bends him, she obeys him. 
 
 Though she draws him, yet she follows. 
 
 Useless each without the other ! 
 
 Hiawatha. 
 
 20. John Wilson Croker, 1780. 
 
 As comes the smile to the lips, 
 
 The foam to the surge, 
 So come to the Poet his songs, 
 
 All hitherward blown 
 From the misty realm, that belongs 
 
 To the vast Unknown. L'Envoi. 
 
 21. Lord Beaconsfield, 1805. 
 
 Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not 
 back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is 
 thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future with- 
 out fear, and with a manly heart. Hyperion. 
 
 22. Landing of the Pilgrims, 1620. 
 Plymouth rock, that had been to their feet as 
 a doorstep 
 Into a world unknown, — the corner-stone of a na- 
 tion ! The Courtship op Miles Standish. 
 
DECEMBER 23-26 
 
 23. a A. St. Beuve, 1804. 
 
 PROPHET. 
 
 Surely the world doth wait 
 The coming of its Redeemer ! 
 
 ANGEL. 
 
 Awake from thy sleep, O dreamer ! 
 The hour is near, though late. 
 
 The Divine Teagedt. 
 
 24. Matthew Arnold, 1822. 
 
 The heart hath its own memory, like the mind, 
 
 And in it are enshrined 
 The precious keepsakes, into which is wrought 
 
 The giver's loving thought. 
 
 From my Arm-Chair. 
 
 25. Sir Isaac Newton, 1642. 
 And cradled there in the scented hay, 
 
 In the air made sweet by the breath of kine. 
 The little child in the manger lay. 
 The child that would be king one day 
 Of a kingdom not human but divine. 
 
 The Three Ejnos. 
 
 26. Thomas Gray, 1716. 
 We speak of a Merry Christmas, 
 
 And many a Happy New Year ; 
 But each in his heart is thinking 
 Of those that are not here. 
 
 The MEETDra. 
 
DECEMBER 27-29 
 
 27. Kepler, 1571. 
 
 And thought how, as the day had come, 
 The belfries of all Christendom 
 
 Had rolled along 
 
 The unbroken song 
 Of peace on earth, good- will to men ! 
 Till, ringing, singing, on its way. 
 The world revolved from night to day, 
 
 A voice, a chime, 
 
 A chant sublime 
 Of peace on earth, good-will to men ! 
 
 Christmas Bells. 
 
 28. Catherine M. Sedgwick, 1788. 
 
 Age is opportunity no less 
 Than youth itself, though in another dress. 
 And as the evening twilight fades away 
 The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. 
 
 MoRiTURi Salutamus. 
 
 29. W. E. Gladstone, 1809. 
 
 The holiest of all holidays are those 
 Kept by ourselves in silence and apart ; 
 The secret anniversaries of the heart, 
 When the full river of feeling overflows ; 
 The happy days unclouded to their close. 
 
 Holidays. 
 
DECEMBER 30, 31 
 
 30. George H. Lewes died, 1878. 
 
 Aj5 a fond mother, when the day is o'er, 
 Leads by the hand her little child to bed, 
 Half willing, half reluctant to be led, 
 
 A.nd leave his broken playthings on the floor, 
 
 Still gazing at them through the open door, 
 Nor wholly reassured and comforted 
 By promises of others in their stead, 
 
 W^hich, though more splendid, may not please him 
 more ; 
 
 5o Nature deals with us, and takes away 
 Our playthings one by one, and by the hand 
 Leads us to rest so gently, that we go 
 
 5carce knowing if we wish to go or stay, , 
 Being too full of sleep to understand 
 How far the unknown transcends the what we 
 know. Natueb. 
 
 31. James T. Fields, 1817. 
 Let nothing disturb thee. 
 Nothing affright thee ; 
 All things are passing ; 
 God never changeth ; 
 Patient endurance 
 Attaineth to all things ; 
 Who God possesseth 
 In nothing is wanting ; 
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