3. "I have lived for the eagle which has perched on my top; for the humming-bird, that has paused and refreshed its giddy wings ere it danced away again like a blossom of the air; for the insect that has found a home within the folds of my bark; and, when I can stand no longer, I shall fall by the hand of man, and I will go to strengthen the ship which makes him lord of the ocean, and to his dwelling, to warm his hearth and cheer his home. I live not to myself."

4. On yonder mountain-side comes down the silver brook, in the distance resembling a ribbon of silver, running and leaping as it dashes joyously and fearlessly down. Go ask the leaper what it is doing. "I was born," says the brook, "high up the mountain; but there I could do no good; and so I am hurrying down, running where I can, and leaping where I must, but hastening down to water the sweet valley, where the thirsty cattle may drink, where the lark may sing on my margin, where I may drive the mill for the accommodation of man, and then widen into the great river, and bear up his steamboats and shipping, and finally plunge into the ocean, to rise again in vapor, and perhaps come back again, in the clouds, to my own native mountain, and live my short life over again. Not a drop of water comes down my chan nel, in whose bright face you may not read, 'None of us liveth to himself." "

5. Speak now to that solitary star that hangs in the far verge of heaven, and ask the bright sparkler what it is doing there? Its voice comes down the path of light, and cries: "I am a mighty world! I was stationed here at the creation. I was among the morning stars that sang together, and among the sons of God that shouted for joy, at the creation of the earth. Aye, I was there

"When the radiant morn of creation broke,
And the world in the smile of God awoke,

And the empty realms of darkness and death

Were moved through their depths by his mighty breath,

And orbs of beauty and spheres of flame,
From the void abyss by myriads came,
In the joy of youth, as they darted away
Through the widening wastes of space to play,
Their silver voices in chorus rung,

And this was the song the bright ones sung."

6. "Here, among the morning stars, I hold my place, and help to keep other worlds balanced and in their places. I have oceans and mountains, and I support myriads of immortal beings on my bosom; and, when I have done this, I send my bright beams down to earth, and the sailor takes hold of the helm, and fixes his eye on me, and finds his home across the ocean. Of all the countless hosts of my sister stars, who walk forth in the great space of creation, not one, not one lives or shines for herself.”

7. And thus God has written upon the flower that sweetens the air, upon the breeze that rocks that flower on its stem, upon the rain-drops which swell the mighty river, upon the dew-drop that refreshes the smallest sprig of moss that rears its head in the desert, upon the ocean that rocks every swimmer in its chambers, upon every penciled shell that sleeps in the caverns of the deep, as well as upon the mighty sun which warms and cheers the millions of creatures that live in its light-upon all hath He written, "NONE OF US LIVETH TO

THE following poem was written in June, 1840, when the author was seventy-four years of age, under these circumstances: Gen. Ogle informed Mr. Adams that several young ladies in his district had re quested him to obtain his autograph for them. In accordance with this request, Mr. Adams wrote the following beautiful poem upon "THE WANTS OF MAN," each stanza upon a sheet of note paper. What American young lady would not set a precious value upon such an autograph from this illustrious statesman

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THE WANTS OF MAN.

"Man wants but little here below,

Nor wants that little long;" "Tis not with me exactly so,

But 'tis so in the song.

JOHN QUINCY ADAMS.

My wants are many, and, if told,
Would muster many a score,
And were each wish a mint of gold,
I still should long for more.

I want a warm and faithful friend,
To cheer the adverse hour,
Who ne'er to flatter will descend,
Nor bend the knee to power.

A friend to chide me when I'm wrong,
My inmost soul to see;

And that my friendship proves as strong
For him, as his for me.

I want a kind and tender heart
For others' wants to feel,
A soul secure from Fortune's dart,
And bosom armed with steel.
To bear divine chastisements' rod,
And mingling in my plan
Submission to the will of God,
With charity to man.

I want a keen, observing eye,

An ever-listening ear,

The truth through all disguise to spy,
And Wisdom's voice to hear;
A tongue to speak at Virtue's need

In Heaven's sublimest strain;

* Goldsmith's Hermit.

2. "Dost thou see them, buy ?-through the dusky pínes, (<) Dost thou see where the foeman's armor shines?

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Hast thou caught the gleam on the conqueror's crést?
My babe, that I cradled on my breast!

Would'st thou spring from thy mother's arms with joy
That sight hath cost thee a father, boy!"

For in the rocky strait beneath,

Lay Suliote, sire and son,

They had heaped high the piles of death,

Before the pass was won.

4. "They have crossed the torrent, and on they conie! Woe for the mountain hearth and home!