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That she’d come by the early local, being anxious about the lad.
And had seen him there on the metaU, and the sight nigh drove her'
mad—
She had seen him just as the engine of the 1 Jniited closed my view,
And site leaped on the line and saved him, just as the mail dashed
through.
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She was back in the train in a second, arid both were safe and sound—■
The moment they stopped at the station she van here and I was found
With my eyes like a madman's glaring, and my face a ghastly white;
I heard the boy, and f fainted, and I hadn't my wits that night
Who told me to do my duty? What voice was that on the wind?
Was it fancy that brought it to me ? or wore there God’s lips behind?
Tf T hadn’t a done my duty— had I ventured to disobey—
My bonny boy and his mother might have died by my hard that day.
Gi'iOKGii. R. Sum*

MEN WHO NEVER DTE.
V ~TE dism.'ss them not to the chambers of forgetfulness and death.
l Y Wh it we admired, and prized, and venerated in them, can
l i e : b e forgotten. 1 had almost said that they are now
beginning co live; to live ths.t life of unimpaired influence, of
unclouded faerie, of mi mingled happiness, for which their talents and
services were destined. Such men do not, cannot die. To be cold
and breathless; to feel not and speak not; this is not the end of
existence to the men who have breathed their spirits into the institu­
tions of their country, who have stamped their characters on the pil­
lars of the age, who have poured their hearts7 blood into the chan­
nels of the public prosperity.
Tell mo, ye who tread the sods of yon sacred height, is Warren
dead ? Can you not still see him, not pale and prostrate, the blood of
his gallant heart pouring out of his ghastly wound, but moving res­
plendent over the field ot honor, with the rose of heaven upon his
cheek, and the fire of liberty in bio eye? Tell me, ye who make your