Till the moon fell out of the heavens, He found a gold that was brighter I stand to-night in the meadows, And a low voice keeps repeating— So close to my startled ear That the shadows melt together- ""Tis not for your cheeks' rich crimson, CHARACTER OF HENRY CLAY.-WILLIAM H. SEWARD Не He was indeed eloquent-all the world knows that. held the keys to the hearts of his countrymen, and he turned the wards within them with a skill attained by no other master. But eloquence was, nevertheless, only an instrument, and one of many that he used. His conversation, his gestures, his very look was magiste And his appliance rial, persuasive, seductive, irresistible. of all these was courteous, patient, and indefatigable. Defeat only inspired him with new resolution. He divided opposition by his assiduity of address, while he rallied and strengthened his own bands of supporters by the confidence of success which, feeling himself, he easily inspired among his followers. His affections were high, and pure, and generous, and the chiefest among them was that one which the great Italian poet designated as the charity of native land. In him, that charity was an enduring and overpowering enthusiasm, and it influenced all his sentiments and conduct, rendering him more impartial between conflicting interests and sections than any other statesman who has lived since the Revolu tion. Thus, with great versatility of talent, and the most catholic equality of favor, he identified every question, whether of domestic administration or foreign policy, with his own great name, and so became a perpetual Tribune of the people. He needed only to pronounce in favor of a measure, or against it, here, and immediately popular enthusiasm, excited as by a magic wand, was felt, overcoming and dissolving all opposition in the Senate chamber. In this way he wrought a change in our political system that, I think, was not foreseen by its founders. He converted this branch of the legislature from a negative position, or one of equilibrium between the executive and the House of Representatives, into the active, ruling power of the republic. Only time can disclose whether this great innovation shall be beneficent, or even permanent. Certainly, sir, the great lights of the Senate have set. The obscuration is no less palpable to the country than to us, who are left to grope our uncertain way here, as in a labyrinth, oppressed with self-distrust. The time, too, presents new embarrassments. We are rising to another and more sublime stage of national progress-that of expanding wealth and rapid territorial aggrandizement. Our institutions throw a broad shadow across the St. Lawrence, and, stretching beyond the valley of Mexico, reach even to the plains of Central Amer Ica, while the Sandwich Islands and the shores of China recognize their renovating influence. Wherever that influence is felt, a desire for protection under those institutions is awakened. Expansion seems to be regulated, not by any difficulties of resistance, but by the moderation which results from our own internal constitution. No one knows how rapidly that restraint may give way. Who can tell how far or how fast it ought to yield. Commerce has brought the ancient continents near to us, and created necessities for new positions-perhaps connections or colonies there-and with the trade and friendship of the elder nations, their conflicts and collisions are brought to our doors and to our hearts. Our sympathy kindles or indifference extinguishes, the fires of freedom in foreign lands. Before we shall be fully conscious that a change is going on in Europe, we may find ourselves once more divided by that eternal line of separation that leaves on the one side those of our citizens who obey the impulses of sympathy, while on the other are found those who submit only to the counsels of prudence. Even prudence will soon be required to decide whether distant regions, east and west, shall come under our own protection, or be left to aggrandize a rapidly spreading domain of hostile despotism. Sir, who among us is equal to these mighty questions? 1 fear there is no one. Nevertheless, the example of Henry Clay remains for our instruction. His genius has passed to the realms of light, but his virtues still live here for our emulation. With them there will remain, also, the protection and favor of the Most High, if, by the practice of justice and the maintenance of freedom, we shall deserve them. Let, then, the bier pass on. We will follow with sorrow but not without hope, the reverend form that it bears to its final resting-place; and then, when that grave opens at our feet to receive so estimable a treasure, we will invoke the God of our fathers to send us new guides, like him that is now withdrawn, and give us wisdom to obey their instructions. I WAS WITH GRANT.-BRET HARTE. "I was with Grant-" the stranger said; "How fares my boy-my soldier boy, In the smoke and the battle's roar." I was with Grant-" "Nay, nay, I know," "He fell in battle-I see, alas! Thou didst smooth these tidings o'er- Oh, say not that my boy disgraced "I cannot tell," said the aged man, Then the farmer spake him never a word, That aged man who had worked for Grant LABOR IS WORSHIP.-FRANCES S. OSGOOD. Pause not to dream of the future before us; Never the ocean wave falters in flowing; Never the little seed stops in its growing; More and more richly the rose-heart keeps glowing, "Labor is worship!"-the robin is singing; Speaks to thy soul from out Nature's great heart. Only man, in the plan, ever shrinks from his part. Labor is life! 'Tis the still water faileth; Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth; Only the waving wing changes and brightens; Idle hearts only the dark future frightens; Play the sweet keys, wouldst thou keep them in tune. Labor is rest from the sorrows that greet us, Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Labor is health! Lo, the husbandman reaping, Droop not, though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee; Rest not content in thy darkness-a clod, Work for some good, be it ever so slowly; Labor! all labor is noble and holy; Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God. |