11. They are an enterprising, moneyed people. They will be serviceable in taking off the surplus produce of our lands, and supplying us with necessaries, during the infant state of our manufactures. Even if they be inimical to us in point of feeling and principle, I can see no objection, in a political view, in making them tributary to our advantage. And, as I have no prejudices to prevent my making this use of them, so, sir, I have no fear of any mischief that they can do us. Afraid of them! What, sir, shall we, who have laid the proud British lion at our feet, now be afraid of his whelps?

PATRICK HENRY.

CVII.-LOVE OF COUNTRY A CARDINAL
VIRTUE

1. Breathes there a man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,

"This is my own, my native land!"
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering in a foreign strand?

2 If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;

High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim.
Despite those titles, power and pelf,
The wretch concentered all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung!

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

CVIII.-PROGRESS OF MIND.

1. O blessed hour! The "Day-spring from on high Dawns on the darkened world: long-brooding night Rolls back, and morning breaks along the sky; While Wisdom, stooping from her heavenly height, Spreads o'er the earth her robe of dazzling light. The humblest now rejoice and feel no ban,

But seek for wisdom as their heaven-born right; With pleasure think, the thoughts of others scan, And deem him highest bles" who best can act the man!

2. The mind aroused as ne'er in former years,

Majestic, like the sun, moves on its way
Of light from clime to clime, and earth appears
To glow e'en now with bright millennial ray!
Old things with olden times have passed away,
And man no more consents to plod his round

In search of joys which ne'er his toils repay;
But like the winged light, with one rebound,
Leaps to the goal he seeks, o'er height and space
profound!

3. The forest melts at his advancing stride,

And up, like magic, towns and cities spring: The subtile elements his will abide,

And serve his wish as subjects serve their king. Each day reveals some new, unheard-of thing, Till wonder long has ceased to feel surprise:

Thought now is sent upon the lightning's wing, Which round the circling earth obedient flies, With speed as swift as e'er it flashed along the skies!

4. Thus thought goes forth and holds the world in awe, Subservient makes each known and latent power (Led to their springs by Truth's unerring law),

Bedecks the desert wild with fruit and flower,
And gleams from barren fields a princely dower;
Amid confusion, perfect order finds,

A radiant sun, where clouds of darkness lower;
Culls rarest gems from long-neglected mines,
And purest bliss enjoys, where ignorance repines!

5. O'er earth, ere long, a fearful change shall pass, Hurled back to chaos, whence at first it came, Its beauty changed to one unshapen mass,

As round it spreads the fierce devouring flame, Which leaves no lingering trace of place or fame; Then o'er the scene shall thought arise and shine; With radiant beams the noonday sun 'twill shame, And from the smoldering wrecks of earth and time, In triumph mount to God, Immortal and Divine!

SIDNEY DYER.

CIX. SELF-CULTURE.

1. Education is not to be confined to your youthful days, it is the mental action and disciplíne of a life. There are men with dim eyes and hoary hair, whose brows are marked by the furrows of wisdom, and wreathed with the honors that the world bestows upon vast learning, who yet sit attentive pupils at the feet of knowledge, who have not yet thrown by their books or completed their education.

2. I call upon you, then, to pursue ever the course of self-culture. Make it a duty—a portion of the business of your life-to acquire knowledge, and to acquire it by your own exertions, and for the love of it. This is an important principle. You can not expect to be always under the guidance of teachers. You must, then, either neglect this duty or become your own instructors.

3. The press teems with valuable information. Volume upon volume, filled with the instruction which the wise and the good of all ages have written, is ready to your hand. "If the riches of both Indies," said Fenelon, "if the crowns of all the kingdoms of Europe were laid at my feet, in exchange for my love of reading, I would spurn them all." I can not but marvel that any young person should imbibe a disrelish, or neglect to cultivate a taste, for books.

4. And then there is Nature herself, with all her ample scroll unrolled before you, emblazoned with infallible teachings that speak directly to the eye and the heart of him who would read and know them. Truth after truth glides before you in every rolling star, and sparkles from every drop of dew. The flowing waters and the waving woods are eloquent with wisdom.

5. Beneath your feet, in many a curious fossil and crumbling shell, lie the monuments of buried ages, and far above your head, in bright array, are radiant suns and systems. The mind may gather fresh manna from the petal of the flower, and wisdom may gush out like living water from the smitten rock, and burst upon you from "the cataract and the rainbow, the lightning and the star."

6. These all these are but lectures which nature delivers in its great cathedral to the attentive listener and diligent pupil. Tell me not that you have completed your education, or that you have no opportunities or time for attending to it further. The world is your school, life is your term-time, and all nature is open to your study. If you make the most of these, your advantages, then, when bowed and hoary with years, you can exclaim with triumph, "There is gold, and a multitude of rubies; but the lips of knowledge are the precious jewels!"

E. H. CHAPIN.

CX.-TRANSITION.

1. When leaves grow sere all things take somber hue; The wild winds waltz no more the woodside through, And all the faded grass is wet with dew.

2. A gauzy nebula films the pensive sky, The golden bee supinely buzzes by,

In silent flocks the blue-birds southward fly.

3. The forests' cheeks are crimsoned o'er with shame, The cynic frost enlaces every lane,

The ground with scarlet blushes is aflame!

4. The one we love grows lustrous-eyed and sad, With sympathy too thoughtful to be glad, While all the colors round are running mad.

5. The sunbeams kiss askant the somber hill, The naked woodbine climbs the window sill, The breaths that noon exhales are faint and chill.

6. The ripened nuts drop downward day by day, Sounding the hollow tocsin of decay,

And bandit squirrels smuggle them away.

7. Vague sighs and scents pervade the atmosphere, Sounds of invisible stirrings hum the ear, The morning's lash reveals a frozen tear.

8. The hermit mountains gird themselves with mail, Mocking the threshers with an echo flail, The while the afternoons grow crisp and pale.

9. Inconstant Summer to the tropics flees,

And, as her rose-sails catch the amorous breeze, Lo! bare, brown Autumn trembles to her knees!