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Show Services at Concord. '• 'Vhen I am dead, Let not the day be writ," Nor bell be tolled; • '' Love will remember it " 'Vhr.n hate is cold. Mr. Thoreau al o read these passages, selected for the occasion by another citizen of Concord : COLLINS. 1Iow sleep the brave, who sink to rest, lly all their country's wi~hes blest! 'Vhen Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Retmns to deck tJ1eir hallowed mould, She there shall dresR a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. Dy Fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen thcit· dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To ble!'s t11C turf that "nnps their clay, And Freedom shall nwhilc repair, To dwell a weeping hCl·mit there. SCHILLER. lie is gone, he is dust ; lle the more fortunate; yea, he hath finished; To him there iR no longer any future ; His life is bright.- bright without spot it was, And cannot cease to be. No ominous hour Knocks at his door with ti<lings of mishap. Far off is he, above desire and fcur ; No more submitted to the change nnd chance Of the unsteady planets. 0, 'tis well 'Vith him; but who knows what the coming hour, Veiled in thick darkness, brir.gs for us ? WORDSWORTil. :May we not with sorrow say, A few strong instincts, and a few plain rules, • The selectmen of the town, not lrnowlng but they hl\d authority, refused to allow the bell to be tolled on thi'!l occasion. Services at Concord. Among the herdsmen of the hills, have wrought More for mankind nt this unhnppy day, Than all the pride of intellect and thought ? TENNY ON. Ah, God! for n man with heart, head, hand, Like some of the simple great ones gone Forever and ever by ; One still strong man in a blatant land, 'Vhatevcr they call him what care I,Aristocrat, democrat, autocrat,- one "\Vho can rule, and dnre not lie. GEORGB CHAPMAN. There is no danger to a man who knows 'Vhere life and death is ; there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge, neither is it needful That he shoulcl stoop to nny other In w ; He goes before them, und commands them all, That to himself is n law rational. SCUTLLER. At the approach Of extrrme peril, when a hollow image Is found a hollow image, and no more, Then falls the power into the mighty hands Of Nature, of the 8pirit ginnt-born "\Vho listens only to himself, know~ nothing Of stipulations, duties, reverences, And, like the emancipated force of fire Unmastered, scorches, ere it reaches them, Their fine-spun webs. WOTTON. llow happy is he born and taught 'Vho serveth not another's will, "\Vhosc armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! - Whose passions not his masters are, Whose soul is still prepared for death, Not tied unto the world with care Of princes' ear or vulgar breath; - 443 |