tion to country are principles which are dying out in this place. We have referred to what the fathers did; let us now see what the children are doing. When the southern insurgents took up arms against the freest and best gove ernment on earth, and it became necessary to repel forco by force, the recent graduates of this college, and some who had not yet graduated, were among the first to obey the call. More than four hundred and fifty of our number either now are, or have been, in the loyal service, making a larger quota 3, after the proper deductions are made, than any other class of citizens has furnished.

3. It was presumed that their education would be of advantage to them, so far as thought, and skill, and per sonal influence were required; but it has been of advantage to them in other ways. It has given a substance and body to their characters, which only needed the inspiration of a lofty purpose in order to become the foundation of the highest courage, and even of great powers of physical endurance.

4. They went because they were called. It was not military glory, nor political ambition, nor schemes of reform which moved them, but an inflexible purpose to preserve the integrity of a great nation, and maintain the supremacy of the laws. How they have performed this duty appears from the large and constantly increasing number of those who have fallen at their posts. Our necrology e for the past year reveals the remarkable fact that more than half of the deaths have occurred in the public service. It has been sorrow and desolation to many hearts and many homes; but it will make the name of Harvard dear to every patriot in the land.

5. Alas, that so many young lives, the hope of the country, should be cut off in their early promise! But with the longest life what better, what more, could they have done ? Sooner or later a monument will be erected in the

college grounds to commemorate their heroism. Do not cover it over with a glorification of our institutions, or of our people, or even with a studied eulogy on the dead : thus to have offered up their lives is glory enough. Write on it these few simple words: “In memory of the Sons of Harvard who died for their Country.” And there let it stand, among the good and gracious influences of the place, the best and most gracious of them all.

6. There let it stand. While your children, and your children's children, are here preparing themselves for life, it will teach them that the pursuit of pleasure, the blandishments? of society, and literary rivalships, are poor things, when compared with devotion to principle. There let it stand. If under the influence of great material prosperity, or in the hard competitions of the world, the public heart should again grow cold, and educated men forget their duty, it will still teach the same lesson. In all coming time, when the alumni & of this college revisit, as we do to-day, the scenes of their early studies and friendships, the old feeling will be revived, and touched by the inspiration of a noble example, they will renew their vows to be faithful to their country and the laws.

XCIII. - PALESTINE.

WHITTIER.

(John Greenleaf Whittier was born in Haverhill, Massachusetts, in 1808, and now resides at Amesbury, in the same State. He is a well-known and popular writer in prose and verse, especially the latter. His poetry is distinguished for its humane and generous spirit, as well as for the fidelity with which it depicts the scenery of New England and the peculiar habits of its people.]

1. BLEST land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song,
Where the holiest of memories, pilgrim-like, throng
In the shade of thy palms, by the shores of thy sea,
On the hills of thy beauty - my heart is with thee.
With the eye of a spirit I look on that shore,
Where pilgrim and prophet have lingered before;
With the glide of a spirit I traverse the sod
Made bright by the steps of the angels of God.

2. Blue sea of the hills! in my spirit I hear

Thy waters, Gennesaret', chime on my ear; .
Where the Lowly and Just with the people sat down,
And thy spray on the dust of his sandals was thrown.
Beyond are Bethulia’s ? mountains of green,
And the desolate hills of the wild Gadarene 3;
And I pause on the goat-crags of Tabor* to see
The gleam of thy waters, O dark Galilee!

3. There sleep the still rocks and the caverns which rang

To the song which the beautiful prophetess * sang,
When the princes of Issacharó stood by her side,
And the shout of a host in its triumph replied.
Lo! Bethlehem's hill-site before me is seen,
With the mountains around and the valleys between;
There rested the shepherds of Judah ?, and there
The song of the angels rose sweet on the air.

* Judges, chapter v

4. And Bethany's & palm-trees in beauty still throw

Their shadows at noon on the ruins below;
But where are the sisters who hastened to greet
The lowly Redeemer, and sit at bis feet ?
I tread where the TWELVE in their wayfaring trod;
I stand where they stood with the CHOSEN of God;
Where his blessing was heard, and his lessons were

taught; Where the blind were restored, and the healing was

wrought.

5. But wherefore this dream of the earthly abode

Of Humanity clothed in the brightness of God!
Were my spirit but turned from the outward and dim,
It could gaze, even now, on the presence of Him!
Not in clouds and in terrors, but gentle as when
In love and in meekness he moved among men;
And the voice which breathed peace to the waves of

the sea,
In the hush of my spirit, would whisper to me.

XCIV.– THE SONG OF THE SHIRT.

Hood. (Thomas Hood was born in London in 1798, and died in 1845. His life was one of severe toil and much suffering, always sustained, however, with manly resolution and a cheerful spirit. He wrote much, both in prose and verse. He was a mau of peculiar and original genius, which manifested itself with equal power and ease in humor and pathos.

The following remarkable piece of poetry appeared in the London Punch only a short time before the death of the lamented author. It was written at a time when the attention of benevolent persons in London had been awakened to the inadequate wages paid to poor needlewomen, and their consequent distress; and from the seasonableness of its appearance, as well as its high literary merit, it produced a great effect. It is valuable, as an expression of that deep and impassioned sympathy with suffering, which was a leading trait in Hood's nature, and forms an attractive element in his writings.]

1. With fingers weary and worn,

With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,

Plying her needle and thread -
Stitch — stitch — stitch !

In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still, with a voice of dolorous' pitch,

She sang the “Song of the Shirt !”

2. “Work — work — work!

While the cock is crowing aloof? !
And work — work — work!

Till the stars shine through the roof!
It's 0, to be a slave

Along with the barbarous Turk,
Where woman has never a soul to save,

If This is Christian work

3. “Work - work — work !

Till the brain begins to swim;
Work — work — work!

Till the eyes are heavy and dim!