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THE OLD soLDIER.-By I. .McLettaa, Jr

 It is stated that the news was prough to veteran Of the Revolution, when oi his death bed, that his petitiou for pen sion, which he had yainly waited for man. years, had at length been granted. H' only shook his head, and exclaimed, 1t | too lalc--Ii is too iate.'

 Too late, too late 1t comes too late 10 cheer

 The war-worn veterans heart, For soon the ereakiag pier

 Before his door will sound, And bear his mortal part

 To holy ground

 Too late, too late !! How oft that good old man

 When pointing to lls scars Those deep wounds brayely gained

 In honorable wars, Would moan the long delay

 Of justlee and of rigbt, And grieYe to see hls native land

 So tardy to reqal;e. And as his aged eye would spy

 The tried sword that he wore, The ancient, martial dress,

 And old gun that he bore 'Twould flash again with fire

 And scenes of stormy fight, Of winters camp, and toiling march Would throng upon his sight. Again he'd see great Washington Ride past the mustered iIne, And Fayetle spur his charger down The field of Brandywfne, And Warren wave ms flashing sword On Bunker's bloody hill; And ieaiI and Brooks aud Stark Once more their brave blood spill, And many thought of glory

 Ills heart with pride you'd fii. He'd seem to hear the rolling drum The horn and piercing fife, And trump and clarion calling forth The armies to the strife; He'd see once more stern Morgan's trooI And Marion's gallant train, With streaming flag and gleaming sword Ride forth to fight again But sooD the ire zIug thought Of cold neglect would rise, And tears of shame and sadness Would blind tbe old mans ayes.