And what gift of mine can repay you?'
'The key of the casket, friend, if you please,
I will take to my safe beyond the seas.
Your grateful heart will thus rest at ease;
So give it to me, I pray you.'
But VICTOR'S eyes grew large with fright,
And he cried, 'Oh, LOUIS! this can't be right;
For how can I get of my jewels a sight?
You might as well take them away too.'
'Give me the key!' screamed his guardian angel,
'Or receive the curse of the LORD'S evangel!'
Poor VICTOR trembled with fear and pain,
When he found his entreaties were all in vain,
And the key was lost forever.
Alas, alas for the counsel scorned;
For the jewels hid and the freedom mourned.
And the faith returning never!
For link after link of the adamant chain
Mounted endless guard over heart and brain.
* * * * *
The London _Times_ of Dec. 12 contained the following:--
Blind indeed must be the fury of the Americans if they can
voluntarily superadd a war with this country to their present
overwhelming embarrassments. It is clear, notwithstanding the
sanguine spirit in which small successes are regarded, that the
Federal Government is making no material progress in the war.
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