Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.

All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.

Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -

All great poets have been men of great knowledge.

Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again.

The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals.