filled up the walls of libraries, every inch of which contained a mass of latent light hoarded for the use of ages? What took the hint from the split walnut-shell which some boy floated on the brook, and set on the flood first the boat, and then the ship, and has scattered these glorious children of man, the water-walking ships, over all the oceans of the world, and filled them with the produce of all lands, and the machinery and steam of profoundest inventions? 14. What has made the wide sea like a great city street, where merchants are going to and fro full of eager thoughts of self-accumulation, but not the less full of international blessings? What has made the land like one great garden, laid down its roads that run like veins to every portion of the system of life, cut its canals, cast up its lines of rail-ways, and driven along them, in fire and vapor, the awful but beneficial dragons of modern enterprise? What has piled up all our cities with their glittering and exhaustless wealth, their splendid utensils, their paintings, their mechanic wonders, all serving domestic life, and its beloved fireside delights? Labor! labor! LABOR! It is labor, and your labor, men of the multitude, that has done it all! 15. True, the wise ones tell us that it is intellect that has done it. And all honor to intellect! It is not I, nor you, fellow-workers, who will attempt to rob the royal power of intellect of one iota of his renown. Intellect is also a glori us gift of the Divinity,-a divine principle in the earth. We set intellect at the head of labor, and bid it lead the way o all wonders and discoveries; but we know that intellect can not go alone. Intellect can not separate itself from labor. 16. Intellect has also its labor; and in its most abstract and ethereal form can not develop itself without the co-operation of its twin-brother labor. When intellect exerts itself,— when it thinks, and invents, and discovers,-it then labors. Through the medium of labor it does all that it does; and upon labor it is perfectly dependent to carry out all its mehanical operations. itellect is the head,-labor the right nand. Take away the hand, and the head is a magazine of knowledge and fire that is sealed up in eternal darkness. Such are the relationships of labor and intellect. 2. 3. 5 EXERCISE XIII. THE LABORER. WM. D. GALLAGHER. Stand up-erect! Thou hast the form, And likeness of thy God!-who more? A soul as dauntless 'mid the storm Of daily life, a heart as warm And pure, as breast e'er wore. What then?-Thou art as true a man Who is thine enemy?—the high In station, or in wealth the chief? If true unto thyself thou wast, What were the proud one's scorn to thee! A feather, which thou mightest cast The light leaf from the tree. No;-uncurb'd passions, low desires, Death, in the breast's consuming fires, Forever, till thus check'd. 6. 7. 8. 9. These are thine enemies-thy worst; Thou art thyself thine enemy! The great!—what better tney than thou? As théirs, is not thy will as free? Has GOD with equal favors thee Neglected to endów? True, wealth thou hast not-'tis but dust! With this, and passions under ban, Thou art the peer of any man. EXERCISE XIV, ACTION ALWAYS HEALTHFUL. 1. By ceaseless action, all that is subsists. Constant rotation of the unwearied wheel That Nature rides upon, maintains her health, COWPER An instant's pause, and lives but while she moves. 2. Winds from all quarters agitate the air, Else noxious; oceans, rivers, lakes and streams, Thrives by the rude concussion of the storm: He held the thunder; but the monarch owes More fixed below, the more disturbed above. 3. The law, by which all creatures else are bound, Not such the alert and active. Measure life 5. 6. 7. With youthful smiles, descends toward the giave Like a coy maiden, Ease, when courted most, For the unscented fictions of the loom; I admire, And throws Italian light on English walls: Than please the eye,-sweet Nature's every ser se The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales, Beneath the open sky she spreads the feast; |