Part 19 (2/2)

Wha can fill a coward's grave?

Wha sae base as be a slave?

Let hi and law Freedoly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me!

By Oppression's woes and pains!

By your sons in servile chains, We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!

Tyrants fall in every foe!

Liberty's in every blow!

Let us do, or die!

Burns

ST AMBROSE CREW WIN THEIR FIRST RACE

(The chief characters in this sketch are Miller, the tyrannical little cockswain of the crew; old Jervis, the captain; To his first race; Hardy, a friend of Toe--also Jack, the college dog Though there are several crews in the race the real struggle is between the boats froes If St Aainst the Exeter boat--”buun The report sent Toain

Several of the boats pushed off at once into the streaitated, as it were, by the shadow of the coered their oars, put a last dash of grease on their rowlocks, and settled their feet against the stretchers

”Shall we push her off?” asked Bow

”No; I can give you another , watch in hand, in the stern; ”only be sive the word”

The captain turned on his seat, and looked up the boat His face was quiet, but full of confidence, which seemed to pass froer, as he met his eye ”Now mind, boys, don't quicken,” he said, cheerily; ”four short strokes to get way on her, and then, steady Here, pass up the lemon”

And he took a sliced lemon out of his pocket, put a small piece in his own mouth, and then handed it to Blake, who followed his example, and passed it on Each man took a piece; and just as Bow had secured the end, Miller called out,--

”Now, jackets off, and get her head out steadily”

The jackets were thrown on shore, and gathered up by the boatman in attendance The crew poised their oars, Nu the sa-rope in his hand

”How the wind catches her stern,” he said; ”here, pay out the rope one of you No, not you--so hand Yes, you'll do,” he went on, as Hardy stepped down the bank and took hold of the rope; ”let me have it foot by foot as I want it Not too quick; make the most of it--that'll do Two and Three, just dip your oars in to give her way”

The rope paid out steadily, and the boat settled to her place But now the wind rose again, and the stern drifted in towards the bank

”You _must_ back her a bit, Miller, and keep her a little further out or our oars on stroke side will catch the bank”