Happy if their track be found
Never on forbidden ground;
Happy if they sink not in
Quick and treacherous sands of sin:
Ah! that thou couldst know thy joy,
Ere it passes, barefoot boy!
—John Greenleaf Whittier.
A STORY OF WASHINGTON.
During the Revolutionary War, the corporal of a little band of soldiers was giving orders about a heavy beam which they were trying to raise to the top of the wall. It was almost too heavy for them, and the voice of the corporal was often heard shouting, “Heave away! There it goes! Heave ho!”