man, he respects no one who is rotten in heart; as a politician, no man through whom victory may be gained can be too bad. For his religion he will give up all his secular interests; but for his politics he gives up even his religion. He adores virtue, and rewards vice. Whilst bolstering up unrighteous measures, and more unrighteous men, he prays for the advancement of religion, and justice, and honor! I would to God that his prayer might be answered upon his own political head; for never was there a place where such blessings were more needed! What a heart has that man, who can stand in the very middle of the Bible, with its transcendant truths raising their glowing fronts on every side of him, and feel no inspiration but that of immorality and meanness! Do not tell me of any excuses! It is a shame to attempt an excuse! If there were no religion; if that vast sphere, out of which glow all the supereminent truths of the Bible was a mere emptiness and void; yet, methinks, the very idea of Fatherland, the exceeding preciousness of the laws and liberties of a great people, would enkindle such a high and noble enthusiasm, that all baser feelings would be consumed! But if the love of country, a sense of character, a manly regard for integrity, the example of our most illustrious men, the warnings of religion and all its solicitations, and the prospect of the future, can not inspire a man to any thing higher than a sneaking, truckling, dodging scramble for fraudulent fame and dishonest bread, it is because such a creature has never felt one sensation of manly virtue ;-it is because his heart is a howling wilderness, inhospitable to innocence. Ex. CCXXVII-A DROP OF GIN.. GIN! Gin! a drop of Gin! What magnified monsters circle therein ! Figures that make us loathe and tremble, Ghoul and vampyre, demon and Gin! ANON. Gin! Gin! a drop of Gin! The dram of Satan! the liquor of Sin!— Alembics of hell, By Guilt, and Death, his own brother and twin! That man might fall Still lower than all The meanest creatures with scale and fin. But, hold;—we are neither Barebones nor Prynne, Who lashed with such rage The sins of the age; Then, instead of making too much of a din, And sweet Mercy dilute, With a drop of Pity, the drop of Gin! That's steeped in poverty up to the chin;— He has no cravat, A seedy coat, and a hole in that !— No sole to his shoe, and no brim to his hat; Either second or best; And, what is worse than all the rest, No light heart, though his trousers are thin,— With all golden hopes, And even with those of pewter and tin,— And the best of schemes, All knocked down, like a wicket by Mynn. Each castle in air Seized by giant Despair, No prospect in life worth a minikin pin,— No cold mutton to hash, No bread, not even potatoes to mash; No coal in the cellar, no wine in the binn,→ Smashed, broken to bits, With judgments and writs; Bonds, bills, and cognovits distracting the wits, Black visions are rife of a razor, a knife; Gin! Gin! a drop of Gin! Oh! then its tremendous temptations begin, To the fatal glass;— And happy the wretch that does not win Of his ruin to "blue,” While angels sorrow, and demons grin,- Chill of his attic By plunging into the palace of Gin! Ex. CCXXVIII.-GUSTAVUS VASA TO THE SWEDES. Are ye not marked, ye men of Dalecarlia, Are ye not marked by all the circling world As the last stake? What but liberty, BROOKE. Through the famed course of thirteen hundred years, Aloof hath held invasion from your hills, And sanctified their name? And will ye, will ye Shrink from the hopes of the expecting world, Bid your high honors stoop to foreign insult, The harvest of a thousand years of glory? Yes, die by piecemeal! Leave not a limb o'er which a Dane may triumph! Now from my soul I joy, I joy, my friends, To see ye feared; to see that even your foes ye, And oh when I look around, and see you here, My heart swells high, and burns for the encounter. That strikes for liberty? that strikes to save What doubt we then? Shall we, shall we stand here! Firm are our hearts, and nervous are our arms, Ex. CCXXIX.-THE SCHOLAR'S MISSION. GEORGE PUTNAM. THE wants of our time and country, the constitution of our modern society, our whole position,-personal and relative;forbid a life of mere scholarship or literary pursuits, to the great majority of those who go out from our colleges. However it may have been in other times, and other lands, here and now, but few of our educated men are privileged Society has work for us, and we must forth to do it. Full early and hastily we must gird on the manly gown, gather up the loose leaves and scanty fragments of our youthful lore, and go out among men, to act with them and for them. It is a practical age; and our wisdom, such as it is, must strive and cry, and utter her voice in the streets, standing in the places of the paths, crying in the chief place of concourse, at the entry of the city, and the coming in at the doors." 66 This state of things, though not suited to the tastes and qualities of all, is not, on the whole, to be regretted by edu cated men as such. It is not in literary production only, or chiefly, that educated mind finds fit expression, and fulfills its mission in honor and beneficence. In the great theater of the world's affairs, there is a worthy and a sufficient sphere. Society needs the well-trained, enlarged, and cultivated intellect of the scholar, in its midst; needs it, and welcomes it, and gives it a place, or, by its own capacity, it will take a place of honor, influence, and power. The youthful scholar has no occasion to deplore the fate that is soon to tear him from his studies, and cast him into the swelling tide of life and action. None of his disciplinary and enriching culture will be lost, or useless, even there. Every hour of study, every truth he has reached, and the toilsome process by which he reached it; the heightened grace or vigor of thought or speech he has acquired, all shall tell fully, nobly, if he will give heed to the conditions. And one condition-the prime one-is, that he be a true man, and recognize the obligation of a man, and go forth with heart, and will, and every gift and acquirement dedicated, lovingly and resolutely, to the true and the right. These are the terms: and, apart from these there is no success, no influence to be had, which an ingenuous mind can desire, or which a sound and far-seeing mind would dare to ask. Indeed, it is not an easy thing, nay, it is not a possible thing, to obtain a substantial success, and an abiding influence, except on these terms. A factitious popularity, a transient notoriety, or, in the case of shining talents, the doom of a damning fame, may fall to bad men. But an honored name, enduring influence, a sun brightening on through its circuit, more and more, even to its serene setting, this boon of a true success goes never to intellectual qualities alone. It gravitates slowly, but surely, to weight of character, to intellectual ability rooted in principle. Ex. CCXXX.-NIGHT. GEORGE T. RIDER. STILL night; and the old church bell hath tolled, Dolorous now, as it tolled of old From the heart of its quarried tower; And it seems to say, As it dies away,— |