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61R. LIRERTY AND UNION. I posess,sir, Siems like a canopy, which love bath spread, m my cireer hitherto, to have kept st ali'y m To curtain her sleeping world. You gottle hille, view, the prosperity, an I hoaor of the wo Rubidina girmini oturo lutin s:10w: country, and the priservation of our te deral Yon darksoin : rocks, whence icicles depend, union. It is btuit union wcow our safety at hone, and our considerat oa and dignity So stanless, that their white and giltering spires abroad. It is to that union, that we are chiei. Tnge up: 1.2 moon's pure beam; yon casi seep ly indebte 1, for whatever male;us mot proud Whose bamler nangeth o'er the time-woru towar, of our country. That union we reached, only Soidly, that rapi fancy, deemeile it by the disc prine of our virtues, in the severe
A metaphor of peace;-all form a scene, school of a Iversity. It had its origin, in the necessities of disori red finance, prostrate
We're musing Solitude miglii love to list commerce, ani ruined credit. Under its be. Her soul, above this sphere of earthliness! nign iniluences, these great interests imme.
Where Silence, undisturbed, m glit watch alone diately awoke, as froin the dead, and spranz So cold, so brigli, 80 stili! forth with newness of lite. Every year of its
The orb of day, duration -has teemad with fresh proof of its in soutliera climes, o'er ocean's wavelers field, utility, and its bless nus; and although our siuks, sweetly siniling: 10: the lamest breath territory Iris stretched out, wister and wider. Seuls o'er the unruflled deep; the clouds of eve and our population spread farther and farther, they havn outrun its protection, or its be? Reflect, unmoved, the lingering beam of day; netits. lihas been to us all, a copious fountain And Vesper's image, on the western main, of national, social, and personal happiness. Is beautifully sill. To-morrow comes:
I have not allowed myself, sir, to look be. Cloud upon cloud, in dark and deepening mans yon t the union, to see what might lie hidden Roll o'ct the blackened waters; the deep roar in the dark recesz behind. I have not coolly lo distant thunder mutters awfully: weighed the chances of preserving liberty: when the bonds, that unite us together, shall Tempest unfolds its pin ons, o'er the gloom, be broken asunter. I have not accustomed That shrouds the boling surge; the pitless fiend, myself—to hans over the precipice of dis: With all li's winds, and lightninga, trucks his preyi union. to s.ne whether, with my short sight, 1 The toru deep yawns--the vessel funds a grave can fathom-the depth-ofthe abyss-'elow; Beneath its jagged guis. nor could I recard him, as a site counsellor in
Ah! whence yon glare the a ia rs of this government, whos-thougits shou'l be mainly bent on considering, not That fires the arch of heaven? thint dirk red sinoko, how the union should be preserved, but, how Blowing the silver moon? The stars ire quenched tolerib'emight be the condition of the people, J. darkness, and the pure spancing show when it shall be broken up, and destroyed. Gleams, lantly, thro' the gloom. thaigarhers round
While the union lusts, we have high, excitolark to that roar, whose sw land deatening peal ing, grattyins prospects spread out before comess echoes through the mountains ringe us, for us, and our children. Bermit that, I seek not to penetrate the vail. God grant.
Starting palo Midnight oulues starry throne! that, in my day, at le st, that curtain may nou Now swells the intermingling dili the jur,
God grant, that o' my vis on, never Frequent, and friglitful of the bursing homl; may be opened what lies behind. When my The talling beam, the shrink the wroan, the 8!100h, eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last The ceaseless clangor, and the rusiso: min tine, the sun in heaven, inay ! not see him Inebrate with rage !-Ioud na more loul, shinin: on the broken, and dishonored frayments of a once glorious union; on states
The d scoril grows; till pale Death suis the scene, disse verol, discordant, belligerent; on a land, Ano'er the conqueror, and there conquered, elraws rent with civil teuds, or drenched, it may be 11s cold. and blooily slıroud. O. all the nell, in fraternal blood! Let their last feeble and Whom day's departing beam stw bloom ng there, linkerin: glance, rather, behold the gorgeous In proud, and vigorous health--of all the hearts, ensign of the republic, now known, and hon. The beat with anxious life, at suns! there oreil, throuzhout the earth, still pull high all-llow i'w survive, how few are beating now! vanced, its arms and trophies-streaming in their original lustre, not a stripe erased, or Ail is deep silence, like the learnt calm. polluted, nor a single star obscured--bearing That slumbers in the sonn's portentous pause; for its motto, no such mis rabe interrogatory Save when the frantic wall or widowed love as-What is all this worth? Nor those other Coines, shuddering on the basi. or the famumoan, words of delusion and folly--Livrt;--first, with which some soul bursis from the frame of clay an imion -- ufleruarils but ereri, where, Wrapped round its struggling powers. spread all over in characters of living light,
The gray morni (smoke blazin: on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea, and over the land, and in every
Dawns on the mounul scene; the sulphurous wind under the whole heavens, that other Beforr the icy wind, slow rolls away, sentiment, lecer to every--rule-merican and the lirigh beans of froery morning ciance heari-Liljerty and union, non, and forever, Along the spangling snow. There iruchs of blood one-anil inseparable ! -Vester.
Even to the forest's depth, and scattered arms, 619. YYYYLIGIT, AND A BATTLEFIELD. And I feless warr ors, whose hand lineaments How beautiutus 11 gi!! the balm est syli, Drail* sef could change rol. inark the dreadful Which vernal zephyrs is reathe, in Evening's car, (11 out-sallying victors : tar bulonil, (paik Were discord. 10 the speaking quende, fraut. Black ashes note, where their prout cry siood. That wraps lli's movel.se scene leaven's elon 11.11'n yon forest, is a gloony glasBenched with stars underably lyright.
Earhiree, whicle guards ils durk.1*** froin the day, Tharo' which the moon's uncloudest grandeur rolls, I Waves o'er a warrior's tomb. — Shelly.
020. GOODNESS OF GOD). The light of
THE OLD OAKEY BUCKET. nature, the works of creation, the general How dear to this heart--are the scenes of my childhood consent of nations, in harmony with divine When font recollation-prosents them to view ! revelation, attest the being, the perfections, The orchard, the in afon, the deep-anglel wild-wood, and the providence of God. Whatever cause And every loved spot, which my infancy knew; we have, to lament the frequent inconsisten The widespreading pond, and the mill which stood by it, cy of human conduct, with this belief, yet an The lridge, and the rock, where the calaruc! ful; avowed atheist is a monster, that rarely The cot of my father, the dairy house-nish it, makes his appearance. God's government And e'en the rude Luckcl, which hung in the well! or the affairs of the universe, an acknowl The old orken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, edgment of his active, superintending provi The noss-covered bucket, which hung in the well. dence, over that portion of it, which consti That moss-covered vessel-Ihail as a treasure; tutes the globe we inhabit, is rejected, at least For often at noon, when returned from the field theoretically, by very few.
I found it-- the source of an esquisite pleasure, That a superior, invisible power, is contin The purest, and susttest, that nature can yiell. ually employed in managing and controlling How arlent I seized it, with hands that were clowing! by secret, imperceptible, irresistible means, And quick-to the white-pebbled Lottom it fell; all the transactions of the world, is so orlen
Then soon, with the emblem or truth overflowing, manitested in the disappointment, as well as
And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well; in the success of our plans, that blind and The old oaken buchil, the iron-bound bucket, depraved must our minds be, to deny, what
The moss-covereil bucket-arose from the well., every day's transactions so fully prove. The
How noci - from the green-morsy Larin-to receive it, excellence of the divine character, especially
As poised on the earl-it inclined to ny lips ! in the exercise of that goodness towards his
Not a full blushin goblet-coull tempt nie to leave it, creatures, which is seen in the dispensation
Though filled with the nectar, that Jupiter sips. of their daily benefits, and in overruling oc
And roro, far removed from the lo. ?tration, curring events, to the increase of their happi.
The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
As fancy-reverts to my fatho's plantation, ness, is equally obvious. Dó we desire evidence of these things?
And sighs for the bucket, which hings in the well;
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bount bucket, Who is without them, in the experience of
The moes.covered bucket, which hangs in the well. his own lite? Who has not reason, to thank God for the success, which has attended his 621. Rigur of FREE Discussiov. In exertions in the world? Who has not reasonportant, as I dcem it, to discuss, on all propre to thank him, for defeating plans, the accom er occasions, the policy of the measures, at plishment of which, it has been afterwards present pursued, it is still more important even, would have resulted in injury, or ruin? io maintain the right of such discussion, in Who has not cause, to present him the unaf- its full, and just extent. Sentiments, lately fected homage of a grateful heart, for the con- sprung up, and now growing fashionable, sequences of events, apparently the most un make it necessary to be explicit on this point. propitious, and for his unquestionable kind. The more I perceive a disposition---to check ness, in the daily supply ot' needful mercies? the freedom of inquiry, bý extravagant, and PROGRESS OF LIBERTY.
unconstitutional pretences, the firmer shall Why muse
be the tone, in which I shall assert, and tho Upon the past, with sorrow? Though the year
freer the manner, in which I shall exercise it.
It is the ancient and undoubted prerogaHas gone, 10 blend with the mysterious tide
tive of this people-to canvass public meas or old Eternity, and borne along,
ures, and the merits of public men. It is a Upon its heaving breasi, a thousand wrecks
home bred right," a fireside privilege. It or glory, and of beauty,-yet why mourn, hath ever been enjoyed in every house, cotThat such is destiny? Another year
tage, and cabin, in the nation. It is not to be Succeedeth to the past,-in their bright round,
drawn into controversy. It is as undoubted, The seasons come, and go,—the same blue arch,
as the right of breathing the air, or walking
on the earth. Belonging to private life, as a That liath hung oer us, will hang o'er us yet,
right, it belongs to public life, as a cut; and The same pure stars, that we have loved to watch, it is the last duty which those, whose reproWill blossom still, at twilight's gentie hour, sentative I am, shall find me to abandon. Like lilies, on the tomb of Day,--and still, Aiming, at all times, to be courteous, and Man will remain, to dream, as he hath dreamed, temperate in its use, except, when the right Ardinark the earth with passion. Love will spring it to its extent.' I shall place myself on the
itself shall be questioned, I shall then carry From the tomb of old Aflections,--Hope,
extreme boundary of my right, and bid doAnil Joy, and great Ambition-will rise up, fiance to any arın, that would move me t'roid As they have risen.--and their deeds will be
my ground. Briglater, than those engraven on the scroll This high, constitutional privilege, I shall Of parte centuries. Even now, the sea
defend, and exercise, i cilhin this house, and Of coming years, beneath whose mighty waves,
without this house, and in all places; in time Life's grent evenis are heaving into birth,
of peace, and in all times. Living, I shall
assert it; and, should I leave no other interile tossing 10 and fro, as if the winds
tance to my children, ly tie blessing of God, Of heaven were prisoned in its soundless depths, I will leave them the inheritance of free prin And struggling to be free.
ciples, and the example of a manly, inde As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, pendent, and constitutional desence of them Swells from the rale, and midway leaves the storn, Grasp the whole world of renson, life, and sensa, Tho'round its breast, the rolling clouds are spread, In one close system of benevolence; Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Happier, ns kindiiet. in uhateer degree, Wat is fame? A fancy'd life in orners' lyreath. A height of bliss-is height of charity.
622. PEACE AND WAR CONTRASTEN. Away: awny, w thout a wing, The morality of peucrfill times—is directly O'rt all, through all, its thoughts shall fly; opposite to the maxims of uur. The funda
A nameless, and eternal thing, mental rule of the first is to do good; ot the
Forgetting-what it was to die.-Byron. latter, to inilict injuries. The former-commands us to succor the oppressed; the latter
GENUINE TASTE. To the eye of taste, each to overwhelm the defenceless. The former season of the year has its peculiar beauties; teaches men to love their enemies; the latter, nor does the venerable oak, when fringed with to make themselves terrible to strangers, the hoary ornaments of winter, aflord a pros
The rules of morality-will not suiler us to pect, less various, or delighttul, than, when promote the dearest interest, by falsehood; decked in the most luxuriant foliage. Is, then, the maxins of war applaud it, when employ the winter of life-connected with no associus od in the destruction of others. That a lámil- tions, but those of horror? This can never iarity with such maxims, must tend to har den be the case, until ideas of contempt-are assothe heart, as well as to pervert the moral sen- ciated with ideas of wisdom, and experience; timents, is too obvious to need illustration. associations, which the cultivation of true
The natural consequence of their preva- taste-would c!lectually prevent. Suppose lence is an unfeeling and unprincipled am- the person, who wishes to improve on 1:1bition, with an idolatry of talents, and a con- ture's plan, should apply to the artificial florist tempt of virtue; whence the esteem of man- to deck the bare boughs of his spreading oak hind is turned from the humble, the beneficent, with ever-blooming roses; would it not be and the good, to men who are qualified, by a soon discovered, that, in desertins natue, le Genius, fertile in expedients, a courage, that had deserted taste? It should be remembered, is never appalied, and a heart, that never pit- that the coloring of nature, whether in the aniies, to become the destroyers of the earth. mate, or inanimate creation, never fails to liar
While the philanthropist is devising means monize with the object; that her most beautito mitigate the evils, and augment the happi- fulhues are onen transient, and excite a more ness of the world, a fellow-worker tozether lively emotion from that very circumstance. with God, in exploring, and giving eflect to
624. GAMELER'S WIFE. the benevolent tendencies of nature; the Dark is the night! How dark! No light! No fire! lourrior-is revolving, in the gloomy recesses Coll, on the hearth, the last laint sparks expire! of his capacious mind, plans of future devüst Shivering, she watches, by the cralle side, ation and ruin.
For him, who pledged her lwe-last year a Iride! Prisons, crowded with captives; cities, emp
*Hark! Tis his firotstep! No!--"Tis past :- 'Tis gone!" tied of their inhabitants; fields, desolate and
Tick-Tick!-"How wearily the time crawls on! waste, are among his proudest trophies. The
Why should be lerve me thus ?-He once was kind! fabric of his fame is cemented with tears and
And I believed 't would last!-How mad !--How blind! blood; and if his name is waited to the ends of the earth, it is in the shrill cry of sutlering
"Rest thee, my babe : -Rest on :- Tis hunger's cry!
Sleep!--For there is no food! -The but is dry! humanity; in the curses and imprecations
Famine, and cold their weary inz work have done. of those whom his sword has reduced to des
My heart must break! Ani thou!" The clock strikes on. pair.
" Hush ! 'tis the dice-box! Yes! He's there! le 's there! 623. IMMORTAL MIND.
For this: --for this he laves me to donir! When coldness-wraps this suffering clay,
Leaves love! leaves truth! his wife! his child! for what? Ah, whither--strays the immorial mind?
The wanton's smile--the villain--and the sot! It cannot die, it cannot stay,
“Yet I'll not curse him. No! 'tis all in vain! But leaves its darkened dust behind.
'Tis long to wait, but sure he'll come again!
Ant I could sarve, and to him, but for you, Then, urembodied, doth it trace,
My chil!!-his child! Oh, fiend!" The clock strikes two. By sieps, each planet's heavenly way?
"Hark! How the sixn-board creaks! The blast howls by. Or fill, at once, the realms of space,
Morn! man! A dirge swells through the clou ly sky! A thing or eyes, that all survey?
Ha! is his knock! he comes ! - he comes once more !
"Tis but the lattice fhops! Thy hope is o ar! Eternal, boundless, undecayed.
"Can be desert ris thus! He koows I stay, A thought useen, but seeing all,
Nicht aber nicht, in loneliness, to pray All, all in earth, or skies displayed,
For his return-und yet be sees no trar: Shall it survey, shall it recall;
No! Do: Il cannot be! lle will be here! Each fainter trace, that memory holds,
“Nestle more closely, dear one, to my heart! So darkly-of departed years,
Thou'rt coll! Thu'rt freezing! But we will not part! In one broad glance-the soul beholds,
Hust and !- die! - Father-- It is not be! And all, wat was, at once appears.
Oh, God! protect my child!" The clock strikes thrre.
They're gone, they're gone! the glimmeringspark hath Beds. Bu fore creation peopled earth,
The wife, and child, are number'l with the deai. Its eye shall roll--through chaos back;
On the cold earth, outstretchel in semn rest, And where the farthest heaven liad birth,
The babe lay, frozen on its nother's breust:
The gambler cime at last-lut all wasn'erThe spirit trace iis rising track.
Dread silence reign'd around:--the clock struck har -Contes. And where the future inars, or inakes,
Goodness--is only greatness in it*:ll,
It resis not on externals, nor its worth
Derives--from gorgeous pomp, or glittering pell
Or chance of arins, or accident of birth; Above all love, hope, hate, or fear,
It lays ils foundations in the soul, Ii lives all passionless, and pure;
And piles a tower of virtue to the skies, Astage shall fleet, like earthly year;
Around whose pinnacle-majestic-roll 115 years, is moments, shallure
The clouds of GLORY, starr'd with angel eyes BRONSON. 17
Even of their mutual hideousness they died, I had a dream, which was not all a dream. Unknowing who he was, upon whose browThe bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Faniine had written fiend. The world was void; Did wander, darkling, in the eternal space, The populous, and the poweriul was a lumpRayless, and patbless, and the icy eatih
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless ; Swung blind,and blackening, in the moonless air; A lump of death--) chaos of hard clay. Morn came, and went-and came, and bro't no Tbe rivers, lakes, and ocean, ail stood still, And men forgot their passions, in the dread (day; and nothing surred, within their silent depths: Of this their desolaion; and all hearts
Ships, sailorless, lay rotting on the sea, [dropped, Were chilled--into a selfish prayer for light: And their masts fell down piecenieal; as they And they did live by watch-fires; and the thrones, They slept, on the abyss, without a surge : The palaces of crowned kings, the huts,
The waves were dead; the tides were in tbeta The habitations of all things, which dwell,
grave; Were burnt for beacons ; cities were consumed, The moon, their mistress, had expired before ; And men w're gather'd roantheir blazing homes, 'The winds were withered in the stagnant air, To look once more into each olier's face :
And the clouds perished; Darkness had no need l'appy were those who dwell within the eye
Oraid from them; she--was the universe.--By'R. of the volcanoes, and their inountain torch.
6:26. TRUE PLEASURE DEFINED, A fearful lope--was all--the world contained: are affected with delightful sensations, when Forests were set on fire ; but. hour by hour, we see the inanimate parts of the creation, They fell, and faded, and the crackling írunks the meadows, flowers, and trees, in a flourExtinguished with a crash, and all was black.
ishing state. There must be some rooted The brows of men, by the despairing light,
melancholy at the heart, when all nature apWore an unearthly aspect, as, by fits,
pears smiling about us, to hinder us from
corresponding with the rest of the creation, The flashes fell upon them. Some lay down,
and joining in the universal chorus of joy: And bid their eyes, and wept; and some did rest But it meadows and trees, in their cheerful Their chins upon their clenched hands,and smil'd; verdure, if flowers, in their blooin, and all the And others hurried to and fro, and fed
vegetable parts of the creation, in their moet Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up,
advantageous dress, can inspiré gladness into With mad disquietude, on the dull sky,
the heart, and drive away all sadness but de
spair; 10 see the rational creation happy, and The pall of a past world ; and then again,
tlourishing, ought to give us a pleasure as With curses, cast them down upon the dust, much superior, as the latter is to the former, And gnashed their teeth, and howled. The wild in the scale of being. But the pleasure is birds shrieked,
still heightened, it we ourselves have been in And, terrified, did Autieron the ground,
strumental, in contributing to the happiness And Map their useless wings: the wildest brutes of our fellow-creatures, if we have belped to
raise a heart, drooping beneath the weight of Came tame, and tremulous; and vipers crawled grief, and revived that burren and dry land, And twined themselves among the multitude, where no water was, with refreshing showers Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food. of love and kindness, And War, which for a moment was no more,
THE WILDERNESS OF MIXD. Did glue himself again-a meal was bought There is a wilderness, more dark With blood, and each sat sullenly apart,
Than groves of fir-on Huron's shore ; Gorging himself in goom: no love was left; And in that cheerless region, hark! All earth was bui one thought--and that was How serpents hiss: how monsters roar! Imine liate and in glorious; and men [death, 'Tis not among the untrodden isles, Died, and their bones mere as tombless its their
of vast Superior's storiny lake, The meagre by the meacre were devoured;[flesh: Where social comfort never smiles, Even dags assailed their inafters--all save one, Nor sunbeams-pierce the tangled brake And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
Nor, is it in the deepest shade, The birds, and beasis, and famished men, at bay,
of India's tiger-haunted wood; Till hanger cluing them, or the dropping dead
Nor western forests, unsurvey'd, Lured their lank jaws; himself, sought out no
Where crouching panthers-Jurk for blood. But, with a piteous, and perpetual moan, [food, And a cuick, desolate cry, licking the hand
'Tis in the dark, incultur'd soul, Which answered not with a caress-he died.
By EDUCATION unrefin'dThe crowd was famished hy degress; but two
Where hissing Malice, Vices foul,
And all the hateful Passione prowof an enormous ciiy dil survive, And they were enemies; they met beside
The frightful WILDERNESS OF MIND. The dying embers--of an altar-place,
Were man Where had been heared a mass of holy things, But constant, he were perfect; that one erros For an unholy usage; they raked up, [hands, Fills him with faults; makes him run through all And, shivering.scraped, with their cold, skeleton sins; The fee: le ashes, and their feeble breath Inconstancy--ralls off—ere it begins. Blew for a little life, and made a flame,
Vice is a monster of such hateful mien, Which was a mockery ; then they lised
That, to be hated-needls but to be reen; Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Yet, seen 100 oft-familiar with her face, Each other's aspects; saw, and shriek d, and died, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
627. Geyics. The favorite idea of a ge- thus unsought, unipremeditated, unprepar'd!" nius among us, is of one, who never studies, But the truth is, there is no more a miracle in or who studies nobody can tell when; at mid-it, than there is in the towering of the prenight, or at odd times, and intervals, and now eminent forest-tree, or in the flowing of the and then strikes out, “at a heat," as the phrase mizhty, and irresistible river, or in the wealth, is, soie wonderful production. This is a and waving of the boundless liarvest.–Dewey. character that has figured largely in the his.
028. THE TUREE BLACK CROWS. tory of our literature, in the person of our Two honest tradesinen--meeting in ihe Strand, Fieldings, our Savayes, and our Steeles; " loose fellows about town, or loungers in the One, took the other, briskly by the hand; country," who slept in ale-houses, and wrote
** Hark ye,” said he, " 'tis an odd story this, in bar-rooms; who took up the pen as a ma
About the crows!"I don't know what it i. sician's wand, to supply their wants, and, Replied luis friend. "No! I'm surprised at the when the pressure or necessity was relieved, Where I come from it is the common chat resorted again to their carousals. Your real But you shall hear: an odd atlair indeer!! genius is an idle, irregular, vagabond sort of And ibaut happened, they are all agreed: personave; who muses m the fields, or dreams Not to detain you trom a thing so strange, by the tireside: wnose strong impulses-that is the cant it-must needs hurry him into A gentleman, that lives not far from 'Change, wild irregularities, or foolish eccentricity;
This week, in short, as all the alley knows, who abhors orucr, and can bear no restraint, | Taking a poke, has thrown up three black crows." and eschews all jabor; such a one as Newton "Jinpossible !_Nay, iut its really true, or Milton! What they must have been ir- I had it from good hands, and so may you." regular, else they were no geniuses. “The “From whose. I pray?” So, having named the man, young man, enough, if he would only study.". Now, the Straight to inquire--bis curious comrade ran. truth is, as I shall take the liberty to state it, “Sir, did you tell ”_relating ihe affairthat the genius will study; it is that in the
"Yes, sir, I did; and if its worth your care, mind which does study: ihai is the very na- Ask Mr. Such-a-one, he told ii me; ture of it. I care not to say, that it will al- But, by the by, 'twas two black erors, not three." ways use books. All study is not reading, Resolved to trace so wondrous an event, any more than all reading is study. Attention it is, though other qualities belong -Sir," -and so forth-"Why, yes; the thing * *
Whip to the third, the virtuoso went. (fact, to this transcendent power,-attention it is, that is the very soul of genius; not the fixed Though, in regurl to number, not exact; fye, not the poring over a book, but the fixed It was not two black crows, 'twas only one; thought. It is, in fact, an action of the mind, The iruth of that, you may depend upon, which is steadily concentrated upon one idea, The gentleman himseli told me the case. (place." or one series of ideas, which collects, in one
"Where may I find him ?' point, the rays of the soul, till they search, Away he goes, and, having found him oui,
* Why,-in such a penetrate, and fire the whole train of its ihourlits. And while the fire burns within, “Sir. be so good as 10 resoive a dourt." the outside may be indeed cold, indifferent. Then, to his last informant, he referred, nezlivent, absent in appearance; he may be And begged to know if true, what he had heard an idler, or a wanderer, apparently without Did you, sir, throw up a black crow ?! “ Noul!» aim, or intent; but still the tire burns within. - Bless me! how people propagate a lie! [one. And what though it bursts forth," at length: Black crows have been thrown up, three, two, and as has been said, "like volcanic fires, with spontaneous, original, native force?" It only And here I find, at last, all comes to none ! shows the intense action of the elements be- Did you say nothing of a crow at all ??? neath. What though it breaks forth-like Crow-crow-perhaps I might, now I recall lightning from the cloud? The electric tire The matter over.” “And pray, sir, what was im had been collecting in the firmament, through Why. I was horrid sick, and, at the last, many a silent, clear, and calm day. What did throw up, and told my neighbor so, though the might of genius appears in one something that was as black, sir, as a crow.” decisive blow, struck in some moment of high debate, or at the crisis of a nation's peril! diffuse useful information, to farther intellec
Thk HIGHEST OCCUPATION OF GENTUR. To That nighty enervy, though it may have tual retinement, sure forerunners of moral imhraved in the breast of Demosthenes, was provement, to hasten the coming of that bright watched over its dawnings. A father's care shall chase away the lazy, lingering mists, guarded its early youth. It soon trod, with
uthful steps, 'the halls of learning, and even from the base of the great social pyramid; found other fathers to wake, and to watch for this, indeed, is a high calling, in which the most it, even as it finds them here. It went on; well press onward, ea er to bear a part.
splendid talents and consummate virtue may but silence was upon its path, and the deep strugklings of the inward soul silently minis How soon-time-fies away! yel, as I watch it, tered to it. The elements around breathed Methinks, by the slow progress of this hand, upon it, and “touched it to timer issues." I should have liv'd on age--since yesterday, The golden ray of heaven fell upon it, and Anu hare an age to lite. Sull, on ii crepps, ripened its expanding faculties. The slow Each little moment at another's heels, revolutions of years slowly added to its col- of such small parts as these, and man look back, lected energies and treasures; till, in its hour of glory, it stood forth imbodied in the form
Worn and berilder'd, wondering-how it is. of living commanding, irresistible eloquence. Thou travel si-like a ship, in the wide ocean, The world wonders at the manifestation, and which hath no bounding shore to mark iis
progress. says, “ Strange, strange, that it should come O TIME! ere long, I shull have done with thee.