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.

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!
The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood,

And every loved spot which my infancy knew;
The wide-spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it,

The bridge and the rock where the cataract' fell;
The cot of my father, the dairy-house? nigh it,

And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well:
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

2. That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure;
. For often, at noon, when returned from the field,
I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure,

The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing!

And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell;
Then soon, with the emblem ? of truth overflowing,

And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well :
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket arose 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,
As fancy reverts to my father's plantation,

And sighs for the bucket which hangs in the well:
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered 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.

MRS. HEMANS.

[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';
Lonely, though princes girt him round,

And leaders of the war:
He had cast his jewelled sabre,

That many a field had won,
To the earth beside his youthful dead,

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;
And a sad and solemn beauty

On the pallid face came down,
Which the lord of nations mutely watched,

In the dust with his renown.

3. Low tones, at last, of woe and fear

From his full bosom broke;-
A mournful thing it was to hear

How then the proud man spoke.
The voice that through the combat

Had shouted far and high,
Came forth in strange, dull, hollow tones;

Burdened with agony.
4. “There is no crimson on thy cheek,

And on thy lip no breath;
I call thee, and thou dost not speak --

They tell me this is death!
And fearful things are whispering

That I the deed have done -
For the honor of thy father's name,

Look up, look up, my son !

5. “Well might I know death's hue and mien;

But on thine aspect, boy,
What, till this moment, have I seen,

Save pride and tameless joy?
Swiftest thou wert to battle,

And bravest there of all —
How could I think a warrior's frame

Thus like a flower should fall?

6. “I will not bear that still, cold look; Rise up, thou fierce and free;