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2. Amidst the disappointments which may attend individual exertions, amidst the universal agitations which now surround us, let us recognize this law, confident that whatever is just, whatever is humane, whatever is good, whatever is true, according to an immutable ordinance of Providence, in the golden light of the future, must prevail. With this faith, let us place our hands, as those of little children, in the great hand of God. He will ever guide and sustain us — through pains and perils, it may be — in the path of Progress.
3. In the recognition of this law, there are motives to beneficent activity, which shall endure to the last syllable of life. Let the young embrace it: they shall find in it an ever-living spring. Let the old cherish it still: they shall derive from it fresh encouragement. It shall give to all, both old and young, a new appreciation of their existence, a new sentiment of their force, a new revelation of their destiny.
4. Be it, then, our duty and our encouragement to live and to labor, ever mindful of the Future. But let us not forget the Past. All ages have lived and labored for us. From one has come art, from another jurisprudence?, from another the compass, from another the printing-press; from all have proceeded priceless lessons of truth and virtue. The earliest and most distant times are not without a present influence on our daily lives. The mighty stream of Progress, though fed by many tributary4 waters and hidden springs, derives something of its force from the earlier currents which leap and sparkle in the distant mountain recesses, over precipices, among rapids, and beneath the shade of the primevalo forest.
5. Nor should we be too impatient to witness the fulfilment of our aspirations. The daily increasing rapidity of discovery and improvement, and the daily multiplying efforts of beneficence, in later years outstripping the inaginations of the most sanguine ', furnish well-grounded assurance that the advance of man will be with a constantly accelerating 'speed. The extending intercourse among the nations of the earth, and among all the children of the human family, gives new promises of the complete diffusion of Truth, penetrating the most distant places, chasing away the darkness of night, and exposing the hideous forms of slavery, of war, of wrong, which must be hated as soon as they are clearly seen.
6. Cultivate, then, a just moderation. Learn to reconcile 8 order with change, stability with progress. This is a wise conservatismo; this is a wise reform. Rightly understanding these terms, who would not be a Conservative? who would not be a Reformer? — a conservative of all that is good, a reformer of all that is evil; a conservative of knowledge, a reformer of ignorance; a conservative of truths and principles whose seat is the bosom of God, a reformer of laws and institutions which are but the wicked or imperfect work of man; a conservative of that divine order which is found only in movement, a reformer of those earthly wrongs and abuses which spring from a vio lation of the great Law of human progress. Blending these two characters in one, let us seek to be, at the same time, REFORMING CONSERVATIVES, AND CONSERVATIVE REFORMERS.
1 ThwÂRT'ED. Frustrated ; hindered. I 6 SIN'GUỊNE. Hopeful ; confident. 2 IM-MĚN'SI-TY. Unlimited extent; 7 AC-CĚL'ER-ĀT-ING. Hastening ; ininfinity.
creasing. 8 JRIS PR'DENCE. The science of 8 RẺc'ỌN-CILE. Restore to favor; law and right.
cause to agree or harmonize. 4 TRİB'Y-TA-RY. Paying tribute ; CỌN-SËRV'A-TİŞM. Adherence to yielding supplies.
existing institutions ; disinclina 6 Fri-MĒ'VẠL. Original; pertaining tion to change.
to the earliest ages ; primitive.
XXXIII. - THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET.
WOODWORTH. (Samuel Woodworth, the author of this pleasing and popular poem, was a native of Weymouth, in Massachusetts, and was born about 1790, and died in New York, at the age of about fifty. He was a printer by trade, and lived many years in Boston. He was a man of considerable literary talent, and published in New York a volume of fugitive pieces, called Melodies, Duets, Trios, Songs, and Ballads, which reached a third edition.
Woodworth was also the author of a well-known patriotic song, called the Hunters of Kentucky.}
1. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view!
And every loved spot which my infancy knew;
The bridge and the rock where the cataract' fell;
And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well:
2. That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure;
The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell;
And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well :
3. How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it,
As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it
Though filled with the nectaró that Jupiter sips.
And now, far removed from the loved situation,
The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
And sighs for the bucket which hangs in the well:
1 CXT'A-RXCT. A waterfall.
the emblem of truth, because of 3 DĀI'R Y-HöÚSE. A place in which its purity and clearness.
milk, cheese, and butter are kept. | 4 GÒB'LĘT. A large drinking cup, 3 EM'BLEM. An object which repre- 5 NĚC'TẠR. The drink of the heathen
sents one thing to the eye and an gods, of which Jupiter was supother to the mind. Water is called posed to be the chief.
XXXIV.- IVAN THE CZAR.
[Ivan, the Czar of Russia, surnamed the Terrible, in his old age was besieging the city of Novgorod, in 1582. His nobles, perceiving that his powers were impaired by age, requested that the assault might be made under the command of his son. This proposal threw him into the greatest fury; and nothing could soothe him. His son threw himself at his feet; but his savage father repulsed him, and struck him so cruel a blow that the unhappy youth died from the effects of it in two days after. The father then sank into the deepest despair. He abandoned alike the conduct of the war and the government of the empire, and soon followed his son to the tomb.]
1. He sat in silence on the ground,
The old and haughty Czar';
And leaders of the war:
That many a field had won,
His fair and first-born son.
2. With a robe of ermine 3 for its bed
Was laid that form of clay,
Where the light a stormy sunset shed,
Through the rich tent made way;
On the pallid face came down,
In the dust with his renown.
3. Low tones, at last, of woe and fear
From his full bosom broke;-
How then the proud man spoke.
Had shouted far and high,
Burdened with agony.
And on thy lip no breath;
They tell me this is death!
That I the deed have done -
Look up, look up, my son !
5. “Well might I know death's hue and mien;
But on thine aspect, boy,
Save pride and tameless joy?
And bravest there of all —
Thus like a flower should fall?
6. “I will not bear that still, cold look; Rise up, thou fierce and free;