Part 88 (1/2)

_All that's bright must fade_.

All that's bright must fade-- The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

_Farewell! But whenever you welcome the hour_.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

REGINALD HEBER.

1783-1826.

_Christman Hymn_.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.

_Missionary Hymn_.

From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand.

_Palestine_.

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm, the mystic fabric sprung.

Majestic silence!

JONATHAN M. SEWALL.

_Epilogue to Cato_.

_Written for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth_, N. H., 1778.