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future poet shall not fascinate the wilds, and that the philosopher and the statesman shall not repose together beneath the shadow of their palm trees? This may be visionary, but surely, in a moral point of view, the advantages of education are not visionary. [A long and continued burst of applause followed this passage, and prevented the reporter from detailing some most excellent remarks on the advantages of the cultivation of the human mind.] These, sir- the propagation of the gospel-the advancement of science and industrythe perfection of the arts—the diffusion of knowledge —the happiness of mankind here and hereafter-these are the blessed objects of your inissionaries, and compared with these, all human ambition sinks into the dust : the ensanguined chariot of the conqueror pauses—the sceptre falls from the imperial grasp—the . blossom withers even in the patrioi's garland. But deeds like these require no panegyric-in the words of that dear friend whose name can never die—[In this allusion to his lamented friend, Curran, Mr. Phillips' feelings were evidently much affected]—"They are res . corded in the heart from whence they sprung, and in the hour of adverse vicissitude, if it should ever arrive, sweet will be the odor of their memory, and precious the balm of their consolation."
Before I sit down, sir, I must take the liberty of say, ing that the principal objection which I have heard raised against your institution is with me the principal motive of my admiration-I allude, sir, to the diffusive principles on which it is founded. I have seen too much, sir, of sectarian bigotry—as a nian, I ahhor il as a Christian, I blush at it-it is not only degrading to the religion that employs even the shadow of intol. erance, but it is an impious despotism in the government that countenances il. These are my opinions, and I will not suppress them. Our religion has its various denominations, but they are struggling to the same mansion, though by different avenues, and when I meet them on their way–I care not whether they be pro• • testant or presbyterian, dissenter or catholic, I know
them as Christians, and I will embrace them as my brethren. I hail, then, the foundation of such a society as this I hail it, in many respects, as an happy omen-1 hail it as an augury of that coming day when the bright bow of Christianity, commencing in the Heavens, and encompassing the earth, shall include the children of every clime and color beneath the arch of its promise and the glory of its protection.
ON EDUCATION. Education is a companion which no misfortunes can depress, no clime destroy, no enemy alienate, no des. potism enslave; at home a friend, abroad an introduction, in solitude a solace, in society an ornament ; it chastens vice, it guides virtue, it gives at once a grace and government to genius. Without it, what is man? A splendid slave! a reasoning sayage, vacillating between the dignity of an intelligence derived from God, and the degradation of passions participated with brutes; and in the accident of their alternate ascen. dancy shuddering at the terrors of an hereafter, or em. bracing the horrid hope of annihilation. What is this wondrous world of his residence ?
A mighty maze, and all without a plan;
a dark, and desolate, and dreary cavern, withoui wealth, or ornament, or order. But light up within it the torch of knowledge, and how wondrous the transition! The seasons change, the atmosphere breathes, the landscape lives, earth unfolds its fruits, ocean rolls in its magnificence, the heavens display their constellated canopy, and the grand animated spectacle of nature rises revealed before him, its varieties regulated, and its mysteries resolved ! The phenomena which bewilder, the prejudices which debase, the superstitions which enslave, vanish before education
Like the holy symbol which blazed upon the cloud before the hesitating Constantine, if man follow but irs precepts, purely, it will not only lead him 10 the viciories of This ivorld, bul open ihe very portals of Omnipotence for his admission.
SUBJECTS DESCRIPTIVE AND MISCELLA
THE SELF-INFLICTING TORMENTS OF THE GAMESTER.
No man who has not felt, can possibly image to himself the tortures of a gamester. Of a gamester like me, who played for the improvement of his fortune, who played with the recollection of a wife and children, dearer to him than the blood that bubbled through the arteries of his heart ; who might be said like the savages of ancient Germany, to make these relations the stake for which he threw; who saw all his own happiness and all theirs, through the long vista of life, depending on the turn of a card! All bodily racks and torments are nothing compared with certain states of the human mind. The gamester would be the most pitiable, if he were not the most despicable creature that exists. Arrange ten bits of painted paper in a certain order, and he is ready to go wild with the extravagance of his joy. He is only restrained by some remains of shame from dancing abuut the room, and displaying the vileness of his spirit by every sort of freak and absurdity. At another time, when his hopes have been gradually worked up into a paroxysm, an unexpected turn arrives, and he is made the most inis. erable of men. Never shall I cease to recollect the sen. sation which I have repeatedly felt, in the instantane. ous sinking of the spirits, the conscious fire that spread over my visage, the anger in my eye, the burning dry. ness of my throat, the sentiment that in a moment was ready to overwhelm with curses the cards, the stake,
my own existence, and all mankind. How every malige nant and insufferable passion seemed to rush upon my soul! What nights of dreadful solitude and despair did I repeatedly pass during the progress of my ruin ! It was the night of the soul! My mind was wrapped in a gloom that could not be pierced! My heart was oppressed with a weight that no power appeared equal to remove! My eyelids seemed to press downward with an invincible burthen! My eyeballs were ready to start and crack their sockets! I lay motionless, the victim of ineffable horror!
A description of the field of battle, where Varus, the Roman General and his army, had been destroyed by Arminius. Also of the tribute of respect paid by Gere manicus and his legions to the scattered und unburia ed bones of their slaughtered countrymen.
Touched by this affecting circumstance, Germanicus resolved to pay the last human office to the relics of that unfortunate commander and his slaughtered soldiers. The same tender sentiment diffused itself throughout the army. Some felt the touch of nature for their relations, others for their friends, and all lamented the disasters of war, and the wretched lot of hu. man kind. The army marched through a gloomy solitude ; the place presented an awful spectacle, and the memory of a tragical event increased the horror of the scene. The first camp of Varus appeared in view, the extent of the ground, and the three different enclosures. for the eagles, still distinctly seen, left no doubt that the whole was the work of the three legions.
Farther on were traced the ruins of a rampart and the hollow of a ditch well nigh filled up. This was supposed to be the spot where the few who escaped the general massacre, made their last effort, and perished in the attempt. The plains around were white with bones : on some places thinly scattered, in others lying