With strong wide sympathy which dared to cope
With all life's phases, and call nought unclean.
Whilst hearts are generous, and whilst woods are green,
He shall find hearers, who, in a slack time
Of puny bards and pessimistic rhyme,
Dared to bid men adventure and rejoice.
His "yawp barbaric" was a human voice;
The singer was a man. America
Is poorer by a stalwart soul to-day,
And may feel pride that she hath given birth
To this stout laureate of old Mother Earth.

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OUR CRICKETERS.--The English Cricketing Team came to the end of their
Australian tour last week, where, under the leadership of Lord SHEFFIELD,
out of twenty-six matches they won thirteen, lost two, and eleven were
drawn. The Eleven of course were drawn over and over again, _i.e._,
photographed. It will henceforth be a recommendation for any Cricketer to
say he was out under this distinguished captaincy, as to this introduction
the host will rejoin, "Ah, I know that man, he comes from SHEFFIELD." Not
only were the English team successful playfully, but also artistically, as
in every match they played with GRACE.

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BRAWLING AT HOME AND ABROAD.--On the same day in the papers appeared
accounts of brawling in a Church in Paris, where a free fight ensued and no
police interfered, and of a row in a Church in London Road, when the police
walked off with an anti-curate and put an end to the disturbance. Some