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618. LIBERTI AND Union. I profess, sir, Seems like a canopy, which Love hath spread. In my career hitherto, to have kept steadily in To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills view, the prosperity, and honor of the whole Robed in a garment of untrodden snow; country, and the preservation of our federal Yon darksome rocks, whence icicles depend, union.” 'It is to that union, we owe our safety So stainless, that their white and glittering spires at home, and our consideration and dignity abroad. It is to that union, that we are chiet- Tinge no: the moon's pure beam; yon castl’d steen ly indebted, for whatever makes us most proud Whose banner nangeth o'er the time-worn tower of our country. That union we reached, only So idly, that rapt fancy, deemeth it by the discipline of our virtues, in the severe A metaphor of peace;-all form a scene, school of adversity. It had its origin, in the Where musing Solitude might love to lift necessities of disordered finance, prostrate commerce, and ruined credit. Under its be. Her soul, above this sphere of ca:thliness. nign influences, these great interests imme- Where Silence, undisturbed, might wat:h alone, diately awoke, as from the dead, and sprang so cold, so bright, so still! forth with newness of life. Every year of its
The orb of day, duration has teemed with fresh proofs of its In southern climes, o'er ocean's waveless field, utility, and its blessings; and although our Sinks, sweetly smiling: not the faintest breath territory has stretched out, wider and wider, Steals o'er the unruffled deep; the clouds of eve and our population spread farther and farther, they have not outrun its protection, or its be- Reflect, unmoved, the lingering beam of day: nefits. It has been to us all, a copious fountain And Vesper's image, on the western main, of national, social, and personal happiness. Is beautifully still. To-morrow comes:
I have not allowed myself, sir, to look be- Cloud upon cloud, in dark and deepening mass, yond the union, to see what might lie hidden Roll o'er the blackened waters ; the deep rour in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly or distant thunder mutters awfully; weighed the chances of preserving liberty, when the bonds, that unite us together, shali Tempest unfolds its pinions, o'er the gloom, be broken asunder. I have not accustomed That shrouds the boiling surge; the pitiless fiend, myself—to hang over the precipice of dis- With all his winds, and lightnings, tracks his prey; union, to see whether, with my short sight, I The torn deep yawns--the vessel finds a grave can fathom-the depth of the abyss-below; Beneath its jagged gulf. nor could I regard him, as a safe counsellor in the affairs of this government, whose thoughts That fires the arch of heaven? that dark red smoke,
Ah! whence yon glare should be mainly bent on considering, not how the union should be preserved, but,' how Blotting the silver moon? 'The stars are quenched tolerable might be the condition of the people, In darkness, and the pure spangling snow when it shall be broken up, and destroyed. Gleams, faintly, thro' the gloom, that gathers round!
While the union lasts, we have high, excit- Hark to that roar, whose swift and deafening peale, ing, gratifying prospects spread out before In countless echoes through the mountains ring, us, for us, and our children. Beyond that, I Startling pale Midniglit, on her starry throne ! seek not to penetrate the vail. God grant, that, in my day, at least, that curtain may not Now swells the interiningling din; the jar, rise. God grant, that on my vision, never Frequent, and frighưul, of the bursting bom!, ; may be opened what lies behind. When my The falling beam, the slıriek, the groan, the shoul, eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last The ceaseless clangor, and the rush of men tine, the sun in heaven, may I not see him Inebriate with rage! —loud and more loud, shining on the broken, and dishonored fray- The discord grows; till pale Death shuts the scene, ments of a once glorious union; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land, And, o'er the conqueror, and the conquereil, draws rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, His cold, and bloody shroud. Of all the men, in fraternal blood! Let their last feeble and Whom day's departing beam saw blooining there, lingering glance, rather, behold the gorgeous In proud, and vigorous healtı--of all the hearts, ensign of the republic, now known, and hon. Thut beat with anxious life, at sunset thereored, throughout the earth, still full high ad- How few survive, how few are beating now! vanced, its arms and trophies--streaming in All is deep silence, like the fearfui calm, their original lustre, not a stripe erased, or polluted, nor a single star obscured-bearing That slumbers in the storm's portentous pause ; for its motto, no such miserable interrogatory Save when the franuc wail of widowed love as-What is all this worth? Nor those other Comes, shuddering, on the blasi, or the fain! moan, words of delusion and folly-Liberty-first, with wliich some soul bursts from the frame of clay and union - afterwards — but everywhere, Wrappeu round its struggling powers. spread all over in characters of living light,
The gray morn (smoke, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea, and over the land, and in every
Dawns on the mournful scene; the sulphurous wind under the whole heavens, that other Before the icy wind, slow rolls away, gentiment, dear to every-true- American and the bright beams of frosty morning dance heart-Liberty and union, now, and forever, Along the spangling snow. There, tracks of blood, onemand inseparable .'-Webster.
Even to the forest's depth, and scattered arms, 619. MOONLIGHT, AND A BATTLE-FIELD. And lifeless warriors, whose hard lineaments How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, Death's self could change not, mark the dreadful Which vernal zephyrs breathe, in Evening's ear, or the out-sallying viciors : far behind, (path Were discord, w the speaking quietude, (vault, Black ashes note, where their proud cay stood. That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon Within yon foresl, is a glooomy glenStudded with stars ununterably bright,
Each tree, which guards its darkness from the day Thro' which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, I Waves o'er a warrior's tomb.-Shelly.
THE OLD OAKEN BUCKIT.
020. GOODNESS OF Gop. The light of 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 fond recollection-presents them to view! revelation, attest the being, the perfections, The orchard, the meadro, the deep-tangled 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 bridge, and the rock, where the cataract fell; avowed atheist is a monster, that rarely The cot of my father, the dairy house-nigh it, inakes his appearance. God's government And e'en the rude bucket, which hung in the roll! of the affairs of the universe, an acknowl- The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, edgment of his active, superintending provi- The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well. dence, over that portion of it, which consti- That moss-covered vessel-1 hail 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 exquisite pleasure, That a superior, invisible power, is contin- The purest, and sweetest, that nature can yield. cally employed in managing and controlling
Hot ardent I scized it, with hands that were gloroing by secret, imperceptible, irresistible means, And quick-to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; all the transactions of the world, is so often Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, manifested 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 buckel, the iron-bound bucket, depraved must our minds be, to deny, what
The mors-covered bucket-arose from the well every day's transactions so fully prove. The How sweet—from the green-mossy terim—to receive , excellence of the divine character, especially As poised on the curbit inclined to my lips ! in the exercise of that goodness towards his Not a full blusliing goblet-could tempt me to leave it, creatures, which is seen in the dispensation Though Alled with the noctar, that Jupiter sipa of their daily benefits, and in overruling oc
And nono, far removed from the lord situation, curring events, to the increase of their happi
The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
As fancy-reverts to my father's plantation, ness, is equally obvious. Do we desire evidence of these things?
And sighs for the bucket, which hangs in the well; Who is without them, in the experience of
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, his own life? Who has not reason, to thank
The moes-covered bucket, which hangs in the wall. God for the success, which has attended his 621. RIGHT OF FREE DISCUSSion, Im. exertions in the world? Who has not reason portant, as I deem it, to discuss, on all propto 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 seen, would have resulted in injury, or ruin? to 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 of needful mercies? the freedom of inquiry, by extravagant, and PROGRESS OF LIBERTY.
unconstitutional pretences, the firmer shall Why muse
be the tone, in which I shall assert, and the 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, to blend with the mysterious tide
tive of this people-to canvass publíc meas Of old Eternity, and borne along,
ures, and the merits of public men. It is a Upon its heaving breast, a thousand wrecks
“home bred right," a fireside privilege. It Oi 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,
as the right of breathing the air, or walking The seasons come, and go,--the same blue arch,
on the earth. Belonging to private life, as a Thai hath hung o'er us, will hang o'er us yet,
right, it belongs to public life, as a duty; and The same pure stars, that we have loved to watch, it is the last duty which those, whose repreWill blossom still, at iwilight's gentle hour, sentative 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, 10 dream, as he hath dreamed, temperate in its use, except, when the right And mark the earth with passion. Love will spring it to its extent. I shall place myself
itself shall be questioned, I shall then carry From the tomb of old Affections, -Hope,
extreme boundary of my right, and bid deAnd Joy, and great Ambition-will rise up,
fiance to any arm, that would move me from As they have risen,--and their deeds will be
my ground. B-ighter, than those engraven on the scroll- This high, constitutional privilege, I shall Of parled centuries. Even now, the sea defend, and exercise, within this house, and Of corning years, beneath whose mighty waves,
without this house, and in all places; in time Lite's great events are heaving into birth,
of peace, and in all times. Living, I shall
assert it; and, should I leave no other inberi. Is lossing to and fro, as if the winds
tance to my children, by the blessing of God, Of heaven were prisoned in its soundless depths, I will leave them the inheritance of free prinAnd struggling to be free.
ciples, and the example of a manly, indeAs some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, pendent, and constitutional defence of thein Swells from the rale, and midway leaves the storm, Grasp the whole world of reason, life, and somit Tho'round its breast, the rolling clouds are spread, In one close system of benevolence; Eternal sunshinee-settles on its head.
Happier, as kindlier, in whate'er degree, What is fame? A fancy'd life in others' breath. A height of bliss—is height of charity.
622. PEACE AND War CONTRASTED. Away, away, without a wing, The morality of peaceful times-is directly O'er all, through all, its thoughts shall Ay; opposite to the maxims of war. The funda
A nameless, and eternal thing, mental rule of the first is—to do good; of the latter, to inflict injuries. The former-com
Forgetting-what it was to die. -Byron. mands us to succor the oppressed; the latter GENUINE TASTE. To the eye of taste, cach. 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, afford a pros The rules of morality-will not suffer us to pect, less various, or delightful, than, when promote the dearest interest, by falsehood; decked in the most luxuriant foliage. Is, then the maxims of war applaud it, when employ the winter of life-connected with no associiaed in the destruction of others. That a famil- tions, but those of horror? This can never iarity with such maxims, must tend to harden be the case, until ideas of contempt-are assen the 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 effectually prevent. Suppose ence is—an unfeeling, and unprincipled am- the person, who wishes to improve on nabition, 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- i to deck the bare boughs of his spreading oak kind 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 deserting nature, he genius, fertile in expedients, a courage, that had deserted taste? It should be remembered, is never appalled, 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 har
While the philanthropist is devising means monize with the object; that her most beautito mitigate the evils, and augment the happi- ful hues are often transient, and excite a more ness of the world, a fellow-worker together lively emotion from that very circumstance. with God, in exploring, and giving effect to
624. GAMBLER'S WIFE. the benevolent tendencies of nature; the Dark is the night! How dark! No light! No fire! warrior-is revolving, in the gloomy recesses Cold, on the hearth, the last faint sparks expire! of his capacious mind, plans of future devast
Shivering, she watches, by the cradle side, ation and ruin.
For him, who pledged her love last year a Ivride! Prisons, crowded with captives; cities, emp,
"Hark! "Tin his footstep! No! Tis past !--Tis goce !" tied of their inhabitants; fields, desolate and
Tick-Tick! "How wearily the time crawls op! waste, are among his proudest trophies. The
Why should he leave me thus ?-He once was kind! fabric of suis tame is cemented with tears and
And I believed t would last!-How mad !-How blind! blood; and if his name is wafted to the ends
“Rest thee, my babe! -Rest on!—T's hunger's cry! of the earth, it is in the shrill cry of suffering
Sleep |--For there is no food -The font is dry ! humanity; in the curses and imprecations
Famine, and cold their wearying work have done. of those whom his sword has reduced to des
My heart must break! And thou!" The clock strikos ona pair.
“Hosh! 'tis the dice-box! Yes! be', there! he's there! 623. IMMORTAL MIND.
For this for this he leaves me to despair! When coldness-wraps this suffering clay,
Leaves love! leaves truth! his wife! his child! for what?
The wanton's smile-the villain-and the sot!
" Yet I'll not curse him. No ! 'tis all in vain!
Tis long to wait, but sure he'll come again! But leaves its darkened dust behind.
And I could starve, and bless him, but for you, Then, unembodied, doth it trace,
My child his child! Oh, fiend !" The clock strikes tiro. By steps, each planet's heavenly way? “Hark! How the sign-board creaks! The blast howla by. Or fill, at once, the realms of space,
Moan! moan! A dinge swells through the cloudy sty! A thing or eyes, that all survey?
Ha! 'lis his knock! he comes !-he comes once more!
'Tis but the lattice faps! Thy hope is o'er! Eternal, boundless, undecayed,
“Can he desert us thus! He knows I stay, A thought unseen, but seeing all,
Night after night, in loneliness, to pray All, all in earth, or skies displayed,
For his return-and yet be sees no tear! Shall it survey, shall it recall;
No! no! It cannot be! He will be here! Each fainter trace, that memory holds,
"Nestle more closely, dear one, to my heart! So darkly-of departed years,
Thou'rt cold! Thou'rt freezing! But we will not part !
Husband I-I die !-Father!-- It is not he! In one broad glance—the soul beholds,
Oh, God! protect my child !" The clock strikes three. And all, that was, at once appears.
They're gone, they're gone! the glimmering spark hath foil Before creation peopled earth,
The wife, and child, are number'd with the dead. Its eye shall roll-through chaos back;
On the cold earth, outstretched in solemn rest, And where the farthest heaven had birth,
The babe lat, frozen on its mother's breast :
The gambler came at last-but all was o'erThe spirit trace its rising track.
Dread silence reign'd around :--the clock struck four-Coun And where the future inars, or makes,
Goodness—is only greatness in itsell,
It rests not on externals, nor its worth
Derives from gorgeous pomp, or glittering polf Fixed-in its own eternity.
Or chance of arms, or accident of birth; Above all love, hope, hale, or fear,
It lays its foundations in the soul, It lives all passionless, and pure;
And piles a lower of virtue to the skies, an age shall feet, like earthly year;
s round whose pinnacle-majestic-ro!! Its years, as moments, shall ordure
The clouds of GLORY, starrid with angel oyes. BRONSON. 17
Even of their mutual Aideousness 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 Famine had written fiend. The world was vort Did wander, darkling, in the eternal space, The populous, and the powerful was a lump Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless 8wung blind, and blackening, in the moonless air; A luinp of death-a chaos of hard clay. Morn came, and went--and came, and bro't no
The rivers, lakes, and ocean, all stood still, And men forgot their passions, in the dread (day; and nothing stirred, within their silent deplho Of this their desolation ; and all hearts
Ships, sailorless, lay rotting on the sea, [dropped, Were chilled--into a selfish prayer for light : And their masts fell down piecemeal; 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 their "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 roundtheir blazing homes, The winds were withered in the stagnant air, To look once more into each other's face :
And the clouds perished; Darkness had no need Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of aid from them; she-was the universe.-By'n. of the volcanoes, and their mountain torch.
626. TRUE PLEASURE DEFINED. We A fearful hope-was an—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 trunks the meadows, flowers, and trees, in a flour. Extinguished with a crash, and all was black.
ishing state. There inust be some rooted The brows of men, by the despairing light,
melancholy at the heart, when all nature ap. Wore 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 choruis of joy. And hid their eyes, and wept ; and some did rest But if meadows and trees, in their cheerful Their chins upon their clenched hands,and smild; verdure, if flowers, in their bloom, and all the And others hurried to and fro, and fed
vegetable parts of the creation, in their most Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up, advantageous dress, can inspire gladness into With mad disquietude, on the dull sky,
the heart, and drive away all sadness but de
spair; to see the rational creation happy, and The pall of a past world; and then again,
flourishing, 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, if we ourselves have been in. And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
strumental, in contributing to the happiness And flap their useless wings : the wildest brutes raise a heart, drooping beneath the weight of
of our fellow-creatures, if we have helped to Came tame, and tremulous ; and vipers crawled grief, and revived that barren 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,
THEWILDERNESS OF MIND. Did glut himself again-a meal was bought There is a wilderness, inore dark With blood, and each sat sullenly apart,
Than groves of fir-on Huron's shore ; Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; And in that cheerless region, hark! All earth was but one thought-and that was How serpents hiss ! how monsters roar! Immediate and inglorious ; and men [death, 'Tis not among the untrodden isles, Died, ani their bones mere as tombiess as their
Of vast Superior's stormy lake, The meagre by the meagre were devoured;(flesh:
Where social comfort never smiles, Even dogs snailed their masters-all save one,
Nor sunbeamg--pierce the tangled brake And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
Nor, is it in the deepest shade, The birds, and beasts, and famished men, at bay,
of India's tiger-haunted wood; Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Nor western forests, unsurvey'd, Lured their lank jaws ; bimself, sought out no
Where crouching panthers lurk for blood. But, with a piteons, and perpetual moan, [food, And a quick, desolate i ry, licking the hand
'Tis in the dark, uncultur'd soul, Which answered not with a caress-he died.
By EDUCATION unrefin'dThe crowd was famished by degress; but two
Where hissing Malice, Vices foul,
And all the hateful Passions prow of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies; they met beside
The frightful WILDERNESS OF MixD. The dying embers-of an altar-place,
Were man Where had been heaped a mass of holy things,
But constant, he were perfect; that one errorFor an unholy usage; they raked up, [hands, FHls him with faults; makes him run through an And, shivering, scraped, with their cold, skeleton The seeble ashes, and their feeble breath Inconstancy-falls 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 lifted
That, to be nated-needs but to be seer ; Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Yet, seen too oft-familiar with her face, Each other's aspects; eaw, and shriek’d, and died, We first endure, then pity, then embrace
627. GENIUS. The favorite idea of a ge- thus unsought, unpremeditated, unprepard." 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 mighty, and irresistible river, or in the wealth, is, some wonderful production. This is a and waving of the boundless harvest.- Dewey. character that has figured largely in the his
628. THE THREE BLACK CROWS. tory of our literature, the person of our Two honest tradesmer-meeting in the Strand, Fieldings, our Savages, and our Steeles; " loose fellows about town, or loungers in the One, took the other, briskly by the hand;
“Hark ye," said he, " 'tis an odd story this, country," who slept in ale-houses, and wrote in var-rooms; who took up the pen as a ma
About the crows!"_"I don't know what it is," gician's wand, to supply their wants, and, Replied his friend."No! I'm surprised at the: , when the pressure of 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 affair indeed! genius is an idle, irregular, vagabond sort of And that it happened, they are all agreed : personage; who muses in the fields, or dreams Not 10 detain you from a thing so strange, is the cant of 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 order, and can bear no restraint, Taking a puke, has thrown up three black crows.": and eschews all iabor; such a one as Newton “Impossible !"_"Nay, but 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," it is often said, “has genius Straight to inquire-his curious comrade ran. enough, if he would only study." Now, the truth is, as I shall take the liberty to state it, “Sir
, did you tell ”—relating the affairthat the genius will study; it is that in the “ Yes, sir, I did ; and if its worth your care, mind which does study: that is the very na- Ask Mr. Such-a-one, he told it me; ture of it. I care not to say, that it will al-But, by the by, 'twas two black crows, 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 's a
Whip to the third, the virtuoso went. (fael, to this transcendent power,-attention it is, that is the very soul of genius; not the fixed Though, in regard to number, not exact; eye, 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 truth of that, you may depend upon, which is steadily concentrated upon one idea, The gentleman himself told me the case. [place or one series of ideas, which collects, in one
“Where may I find him?” “Why,-in such a point, the rays of the soul, till they search, Away he goes, and, having found him outpenetrate and fire the whole train of its thoughts. And while the fire burns within, “Sir, be so good as to resolve a doubt." the outside may be indeed cold, indifferent, Then, 10 his last informant, he referred, negligent, absent in appearance; he may be And begged 10 know if true, what he had heard an idler, or a wanderer, apparently without "Did you, sir, throw up a black crow?” “Not I!" aim, or intent; but still the are burns within. “Bless me! how people propagate a lie! (one, And what though“ it bursts forth," at length, Black crows bave been thrown up, three, iwo, and as has been said, " like volcanic tires, with And here I find, at last, all comes to none! spontaneous, original, native force?" It only 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 fire | The matter over.” “And pray, sir, what was 'r ?" had been collecting in the firmament, through “Why, I was horrid sick, and, at the last, many a silent, clear, and calm day. What I 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
THE HIGHEST Occupation OF GENIUS. To That mighty energy, though it may have tual refinement, sure forerunners of moral iinheaved 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 youthful 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 mosi it, even as it finds them here. It went on;
splendid talents and consummate virtue ray but silence was upon its path, and the deep well press onward, eager to bear a part. strugglings of the inward soul silently minis How soon-time--flies away! yet, 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 finer issues." I should have liv'd an age-since yesterday, The golden ray of heaven fell upon it, and And have an age to live. Still, on it creeps, 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 men look back, lected energies and treasures; till, in its hour of glory, it stood forth imbodied in the form Worn and bewilderd, wondering—how it is. of living, commanding, irresistible eloquence. Thou travelst—like a ship, in the wide ocean, The world wonders at the manifestation, and which hath no bounding shore to mark its progress says, “ So ange, strange that it should come | O TIME! ere long; I shall have done with idee.