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ing for school with my new and clean writing-book buttoned under my jacket, my inkstand in my pocket, a bundle of necessary books in one hand, and in the other my ruler and swinging plummet, which I flourished in the air and around my head, till the sharpened lead made its first mark on my own face. My long, white-feathered goose-quill was twisted into my hat-band, like a plumy badge of the distinction to which I had arrived, and of the important enterprise before me.

5. On arriving at the school-house I took a seat higher up and more honorable than the one I occupied the winter before. At the proper time, my writing-book, which with my quill I had banded to the master on entering, was returned to me, with a copy set, and paper ruled and pen made. My copy was a single straight mark at the first corner of my sheet of paper. "A straight mark! who could not make so simple a thing as that?" thought I. I waited, however, to see how the boy next to me, a beginner also, should succeed, as he had got ready a momental before me..

6. Never shall I forget the first chirographicale exploit of this youth. That inky image will never fade from my memory, so long as a single trace of early experience is left on its tablet. The fact is, it was an epoche in my life : something great was to be done, and my attention was intensely awake to whatever had a bearing on this new and important trial of my powers. I looked to see a mark as straight as a ruler, having its four corners as distinctly defined as the angles of a parallelogram. EI

7. But, О me! what a spectacle! What a shocking contrast to my anticipation! That mark had as many crooks as a ribbon in the wind, and nearer eight angles than four; and its two sides were nearly as rough and as notched as a fine handsaw; and, indeed, the mark somewhat resembled it in width, for the fellow#4 had laid in a store of ink sufficient to last the journey of the whole line. “Shame on him !” said I, internally. “I can beat that, I know.”

8. I began by setting my pen firmly on the paper, and I brought a mark half-way down with rectilinearEl precision. But by this time my head began to swim, and my hand to tremble. I was, as it were, in vacancy, far below the upper ruling, and as far above the lower. My self-possession failed ; my pen diverged to the right, then to the left, crooking all the remainder of its way, with as many zig-zags as could well be in so short a distance. Mine was as sad a failure as my neighbor's. I covered it over with my fingers, and did not jog him with a “ see there," as I had vainly anticipated.

9. So much for pains-taking, -- now for chance. By good luck the best co nas nie ases! I nos dested ca, better or worse, till in one badherr I had corend the rideren In the afiernoon a similar cos mas set, and I isshai on is if I had taken so much wriing br the chan) my ou chat was to save time. low and then there is quite a reputable mark; but, alas for him whose perception of the beautii was particularly delicate, should he get a giimpse of these sioughout of ink!

10. The third morning, my cops was the first element of the in and n, or what in burlesque is called a hook. On the fourth, I had the last half of the same letters, or the trammel; and indeed they were the similitudes of hooks and trammels, forud in a country plenteous in iron, and by the youngest apprentice at the hammer and anril. In this way I went through all the small letters, as they are called. Then I must learn to make the capitals, before entering on joining hand. Capital letters: 13 They were capital offences against all that is graceful, indeed decent, yeak tolerable, in that art which is so capable of beautiful forms and proportions.

11. I came next to joining hand, about three weeks after my commencement; and joining hand indeed it was! It seemed as if my hooks and trammels were overheated in the forge, and were melted into one another; the shapeless masses so clung together at points where they ought to have been separate, and so very far were they from all resemblance to conjoined yet distinct and well-defined characters.

12. Thus I went on, a perfect little prodigal in the expenditure of paper, ink, pens and time. The first winter I splashed two, and the next three writing-books with inky puddle, in learning coarse hand; and, after all, I had gained not much in penmanship, except a workmanlike assurance and celerity of execution, such as is natural to an old hand at the business.



1 QUICK ! man the life-boat !96 See yon bark,

That drives before the blast!
There's a rock a-head, the fog is dark,

And the storm comes thick and fast.
Can human power, in such an hour,

Avert the doom that 's o'er her?
Her main-mast is gone, but she still drives on
To the fatal reefEi before her.
The life-boat! Man the life-boat!

2. Quick' man the life-boat! hark! the gun

Boo usei through the vapory air;
And see! the signal flags are on,

And speak the ship's despair.
That forkëdol flash, that pealing crash,

Seemed from the wave to sweep her :
She 's on the rock, with a terrible shock -
And the wail comes louder and deeper.

The life-boat! Man the life-boat!

3 Quick! man the life-boat! See — the crews

Gaze on their watery grave :
Already, some, a gallant few,

Are battling with the wave;
And one there stands, and wrings his hands,

As thoughts of home come o'er him;
For his wife and child, through the tempest wild
He sees on the heights before him.

The life-boat! Man the life-boat!

4. Speed, speed the life-boat! Off she goes !

And, as they pulled the oar,
From shore and ship a cheer arose

That startled ship and shore.
Life-saving ark! yon fated bark

Has human lives within her ;
And dearer than gold is the wealth untold
Thou ’lt save if thou canst win her.

On, life-boat! Speed thee, life-boat!

5. Hurra! the life-boat dashes on,

Though darkly the reef may frown ;
The rock is there — the ship is gone

Full twenty fathoms down.
But, cheered by hope, the seamen cope

With the billows single-handed :
They are62 all in the boat!- hurra! they ’re afloat!-
And now they are safely landed,

By the life-boat! Cheer the life-boat!


1. WIIAt can surpass, in festa19 magnificence, a clear winter morning, when all things are firm with the cold? The early sunbeams play upon the glittering frost. The crystal icicles, like pend'ulousEl diamonds, adorn every branch. Hills, valleys34 and plains, are robed in a pure attire of snow, upon the delicate and

icy points of which 103 the hues of the rainbow seem dancing. The once variegated and wide-spreading landscape is transformed, by its white and dazzling mantle, into a scene simple and uniforio as some ex'quisite marble statue. What profound stillness far and near! What a hush in the forest, as if the very winds were frozen !

2. And yet it is not the universal stillness which broods over the snow-clad plains, not the icy jewels which adoin both twig and branch, not the mirror-like surface of the ice on river and lake, which are worthy of our admiring wonder ; but the create ive power of the Father of the universe, and the plenitude95 of His divine goodness. Thus did David contemplates the wonders of nature. Ever did his adoring soul ascend from the incom. prehensible grandeur of creation, to the Omnipotent Creator. “ Great is the Lord,” he sang, “and great is His power; yea, El and His wisdom is infinite.” “He giveth snow like wool, and scattereth the hoar frost like ashes." "He casteth His ice like morsels : who is able to abide His frost ?” .

3. Yes, great is He, and incomprehensible, as He governs !92 But how few are they who are sensible of the greatness and mysterious wonder displayed in the benevolentol appearances of nature! And yet, each single snow-flake, as it floats down from its cloud, is a subject for wonder, and proclaims He is great, and incomprehensible, as He governs! How do these mighty masses of delicately frozen water originate in the chambers of the heavens ?30 Who holds these weighty volumes of snow, under which the branches of the trees are broken, and many huts are hidden from sight; volumes which in the aggregate weigh many thousand tons, yet which float with feathery lightness, long invisible, in the expanse of the heavens, in order that they may not sink to earth till the proper time, and then so sofiiy as to be rendered harmless, and which give a nourishing warmth to the seeds of the fields, the food of the ensuing year for man and beast ?

4. If we examine with minuteness the falling snow, we will observe, particularly if the air be calm, that each flake consists of a number of exceedingly delicate particles of ice, which are united together with wonderful regularity. Thus they usually form little, six-cornered, and finely-united stars, the ball-transparent crystals of which are exquisitely pointed. Now they resemble fur with its regularly shooting points; now they assume the form of feathers; and now they may be likened unto fibrous fowers, as if of braid and moss. So extremely delicate are these heavenly images, that the gentlest breeze severs them, and givoa them another form.

5. With whatever penetration man may contemplate, and with whatever ingenuity he may endeavor to account for the origin in the heights of the atmosphere, El of these myriads of starry crys. tals of inimitable beauty and wondrous shape, there must ever remain to the inquirer an unanswerable how ?


XXVI. — THE TWO ROADS. 1. It was New Year's night. An aged man was standing at a window.94 He mournfully raised his eyes towardski the deep blue sky, where the stars were floating like white lilies on the isurface of a clear calm lake. Then he cast them on the earth, where203 few more helpless beings than himself were moving towards their inevitable goal — the tomb.45 Already he had passed sixty of the stages which lead to it, and he had brought from his journey nothing but errors and remorse. His health was destroyed, his mind unfurnished, his heart sorrowful, and his old age devoid of comfort.

2. The days of his youth rose up in a vision before him, and he recalled the solemno momento1 when his father had placed him at the entrance of two roads, one leading into a peaceful, sunny land, covered with a fertile harvest, and resounding with soft, sweet songs; while the other conducted the wanderer into a deep, dark cave, whence there was no issue,” where poison flowed instead of water, and where serpents hissed and crawled.

3. He looked towards the sky, and cried out, in his anguish :66 (), youth, return! O, my father, place me once more at the crossway of life, that I may choose the better road!” But the days of his youth had passed away, and his parents were with the departed. He saw wandering lights float over dark marshes, and then disappear. “ Such," he said, “were the days of my wasted life!” He saw a starEl shoot from Heaven, and vanish in darkness athwart the church-yard. « Behold an emblem of myself'!” he exclaimed; and the sharp arrows of unavailing remorse struck him to the heart.

4. Then he remembered his early companions, who had entered life with him, but who, having trod the paths of virtue and industry, were now happy and honored on this New Year's night, The clock in the high church-tower struck, and the sound, falle ing on his ear, recalled the many tokens of the love of his parents for him, their erring son; the lessons they had tæught him ; the prayers they had offered up in his behalf. Overwhelmed with shame and grief, he dared no longer look towards

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