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is precise and stiff and dry and hard, -developed in a young man, is the most pitiable. A petrified young man! There are some young men who think that trees are prettier when they are trimmed up; and so you see in many villages maple trees, that, as they attempt to throw out branches low down and form their own beautiful shape, are cut up till they assume the pattern of a broom, and stand lean and lank, with but a few limbs up at the top. And I have seen just such young men !

8. Consider how noble is the sight of such vigorous health, budding with promise, full of kindly influences, overflowing with superabundant spirits, genial, generous, trustful, truthful, asking always for the right and the true, and ambitious of good, with full faith in their power to attain anything and everything. Consider how noble a nature is if it be enlightened by the revelation of a divine truth, if it feel the inspiration of infinite and spiritual conceptions, if it be purified and elevated by the love of Christ, and if it be called and sealed to the work of God in the world. Is there anything more beautiful than the sight of young men banded together for good ?

9. Now there needs only a corresponding share and opportunity for the fullest development of those powers, to make the view sublime. If the young men of our nation and our time have the qualities of strength that have been stated, it only needs that there should be given to them an appropriate sphere in which to act, and in which to develop their powers, to make a spectacle as sublime as any that was ever beheld!


HENRY WARD BEECHER. 1. Never before were all secular professions raised so high, and made to have such moral bearings, unconsciously, by influences within themselves, rather than by the voluntary efforts of those in such professions. Simple industry, unskilled labor, has a power to build up the family, that never was known before, and to send cohorts of children to honor and usefulness. A simple day-laborer, that earns his one or two dollars a day, lives better than the nobles in the court of Queen Elizabeth, has more luxuries than they had, and is more refined than they were. His children are within the reach of common schools. And it is in the power of simple industry, unskilled, but inspired by diligence and integrity, to build the noblest thing that any man can build - the temple of the family, and to send forth from it bands of children, every one of whom may become an aspirant for the highest spheres that are open for any.

2. But when you come to skilled labor, inventors and mechanics enjoy opportunities such as no other class of men ever enjoyed. When a man invents a new process or a new principle, it is a very narrow way of looking at it to say, “ He has made a fortune.” He has made a million fortunes. A man that makes a better harrow takes away so much drudgery from a million hands. The man that makes a saw that cuts better, may make his own fortune ; but he makes the ease and comfort of myriads of men. The man that makes a sewing-machine is the Moses of seamstresses, and leads them out of bondage. To be sure they have to go through the wilderness before they get to the promised land, if they will sew, but by-and-by it will be given them to do it. In other words, necessity will drive them away from such injurious occupations, and they will be compelled to find other employment.

3. The man that invents a better machine for making screws, or a better screw, is a great public benefactor. Once they bored with a gimlet a hole in which to insert the screw. Then they made a better gimlet with which they could bore more easily. Then they made a screw that was a gimlet, and that only required to be driven home with a screw-driver, the necessity for the use of a gimlet being obviated. Only a little time was saved in putting in one screw ; but if a man can put in fifty screws now in the time that he then required to put in twenty, the benefit to all who use screws throughout the United States and the world over, must be very great.

4. And what must be the sum of the gain, in the abbreviation of these little processes, when it comes, not to one alone, but to all that belong to mechanic arts, making labor easier ? What is it but emancipating man? There is a process of emancipation going on which lightens toil, shortens the period of work, gives more hours for study, and leaves a constitution that is not taxed and worn out. Such is the process of coupling manhood to knowledge and opportunity. And though they that invent do not know it, God knows it and means it—that mechanical and skilled labors are all working for the elevation of the race.


1. The rain is o'er.—How dense and bright

Yon pearly clouds reposing lie !
Cloud above cloud, a glorious sight,

Contrasting with the dark blue sky!

2. In grateful silence earth receives

The general blessing; fresh and fair,
Each flower expands its little leaves,

As glad the common joy to share.

3. The softened sunbeams pour around

A fairy light, uncertain, pale;

The wind flows cool; the scented ground

Is breathing odors on the gale. 4. Mid yon rich clouds' voluptuous pile,

Methinks some spirit of the air Might rest to gaze below awhile,

Then turn to bathe and revel there. 5. The sun breaks forth : from off the scene

Its floating vale of mist is flung; And all the wilderness of green

With trembling drops of light is hung.

6. Now gaze on nature—yet the same,

Glowing with life, by breezes fanned, Luxuriant, lovely, as she came

Fresh in her youth from God's. own hand.

7. Hear the rich music of that voice

Which sounds from all below, above; She calls her children to rejoice,

And round them throws her arms of love.

8. Drink in her influence: low-born care,

And all the train of mean desire,
Refuse to breathe this holy air,
And ’mid this living light expire.



HOMER, TRANSLATED BY POPE. 1. Hector, this heard, returned without delay; Swift through the town he trod his former way, Through streets of palaces, and walks of state, And met the mourner at the Scæan gate.

With haste to meet him sprung the joyful fair,
His blameless wife, Aëtion's wealthy heir;
(Cilician Thebé great Aëtion swayed,
And Hypoplacus' wide extended shade.)
The nurse stood near, in whose embraces pressed,
His only hope hung smiling at her breast,
Whom each soft charm and early grace adorn,
Fair as the new-born star that gilds the morn.


2. To this loved infant Hector gave the name
Scamandrius, from Scamander's honored stream;
Astyanax the Trojans called the boy,
From his great father, the defense of Troy.
Silent the warrior smiled, and pleased resigned
To tender passions all his mighty mind :
His beauteous princess cast a mournful look,
Hung on his hand, and then dejected spoke;
Her bosom labored with a boding sigh,
And the big tear stood trembling in her eye.

3. “ Too daring prince ! ah, whither dost thou run ? Ah, too forgetful of thy wife and son ! And think’st thou not how wretched we shall be, A widow I, a helpless orphan he! For sure such courage length of life denies, And thou must fall, thy virtue's sacrifice. Greece in her single heroes strove in vain; Now hosts oppose thee, and thou must be slain ! Oh grant me, gods ! ere Hector meets his doom, All I can ask of Heaven, an early tomb! So shall my days in one sad tenor run, And end with sorrows as they first begun.

4. “No parent now remains my griefs to share, No father's aid, no mother's tender care.

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