627. GENIUS. The favorite idea of a genius among us, is of one, who never studies, or who studies nobody can tell when; at midnight, or at odd times, and intervals, and now and then strikes out, "at a heat," as the phrase is, some wonderful production. This is a character that has figured largely in the history of our literature, in the person of our Fieldings, our Savages, and our Steeles: "loose fellows about town, or loungers in the country," who slept in ale-houses, and wrote in bar-rooms; who took up the pen as a magician's wand, to supply their wants, and, when the pressure of necessity was relieved, resorted again to their carousals. Your real genius is an idle, irregular, vagabond sort of personage; who muses in the fields, or dreams by the fireside: whose strong impulses that is the cant of it-must needs hurry him into wild irregularities, or foolish eccentricity; who abhors order, and can bear no restraint, and eschews all iabor; such a one as Newton or Milton! What! they must have been irregular, else they were no geniuses. "The young man," it is often said, "has genius enough, if he would only study." Now, the truth is, as I shall take the liberty to state it, that the genius will study; it is that in the mind which does study: that is the very nature of it. I care not to say, that it will always use books. All study is not reading, any more than all reading is study. Attention it is, though other qualities belong to this transcendent power,-attention it is, that is the very soul of genius; not the fixed eye, not the poring over a book, but the fixed thought. It is, in fact, an action of the mind, which is steadily concentrated upon one idea, or one series of ideas, which collects, in one point, the rays of the soul, till they search, penetrate and fire the whole train of its thoughts. And while the fire burns within, the outside may be indeed cold, indifferent, negligent, absent in appearance; he may be an idler, or a wanderer, apparently without aim, or intent; but still the fire burns within. And what though "it bursts forth," at length, as has been said, "like volcanic fires, with spontaneous, original, native force?" It only shows the intense action of the elements beneath. What though it breaks forth-like lightning from the cloud? The electric fire had been collecting in the firmament, through many a silent, clear, and calm day. What though the might of genius appears in one decisive blow, struck in some moment of high debate, or at the crisis of a nation's peril! That mighty energy, though it may have heaved in the breast of Demosthenes, was once a feeble infant thought. A mother's eye watched over its dawnings. A father's care guarded its early youth. It soon trod, with youthful steps, the halls of learning, and found other fathers to wake, and to watch for it, even as it finds them here. It went on; but silence was upon its path, and the deep strugglings of the inward soul silently ministered to it. The elements around breathed upon it, and "touched it to finer issues." The golden ray of heaven fell upon it, and ripened its expanding faculties. The slow revolutions of years slowly added to its colJected energies and treasures; till, in its hour of glory, it stood forth imbodied in the form of living, commanding, irresistible eloquence. The world wonders at the manifestation, and says, "Su ange, strange that it should come thus unsought, unpremeditated, unprepar'd." But the truth is, there is no more a miracle in it, than there is in the towering of the preeminent forest-tree, or in the flowing of the mighty, and irresistible river, or in the wealth, and waving of the boundless harvest.-Dewey. 628. THE THREE BLACK CROWS. Two honest tradesmen-meeting in the Strand, [fact, and so forth-"Why, yes; the thing's a Though, in regard to number, not exact; It was not two black crows, 'twas only one; . The truth of that, you may depend upon, The gentleman himself told me the case. [place" "Where may I find him?" "Why, in such a Away he goes, and, having found him out,"Sir, be so good as to resolve a doubt." Then, to his last informant, he referred, And begged to know if true, what he had heard. "Did you, sir, throw up a black crow?" "Not I!" "Bless me! how people propagate a lie! [one, Black crows have been thrown up, three, two, and And here I find, at last, all comes to none! Did you say nothing of a crow at all?" "Crow-crow-perhaps I might, now I recall The matter over." "And pray, sir, what was 't?" "Why, I was horrid sick, and, at the last, I did throw up, and told my neighbor so, Something that was as black, sir, as a crow." THE HIGHEST OCCUPATION OF GENIUS. To diffuse useful information, to farther intellectual refinement, sure forerunners of moral im provement, to hasten the coming of that bright day, when the dawn of general knowledge shall chase away the lazy, lingering mists, even from the base of the great social pyramid; this, indeed, is a high calling, in which the most well press onward, eager to bear a part. splendid talents and consummate virtue may How soon-time-flies away! yet, as I watch it, Methinks, by the slow progress of this hand, I should have liv'd an age-since yesterday, And have an age to live. Still, on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Of such small parts as these, and men look back, Worn and bewilder'd, wondering-how it is. Thou travel'st-like a ship, in the wide ocear, Which hath no bounding shore to mark its progress O TIME! ere long, I shall have done with thee. 629. FERRY'S VICTORY. Were anything | And those, forsaken of God, and to themselve gr wanting, to perpetuate the fame of this vic-The prudent shunned him, and his house, len up tory, it would be sufficiently memorable, from As one, who had a deadly moral plague; the scene where it was fought. This war has And fain all would have shunned him, at the day Deen distinguished, by new and peculiar characteristics. Naval warfare has been carried Of judgment; but in vain. All, who gave ear, into the interior of a continent, and navies, With greediness, or, wittingly, their tongues as if by magic, launched from among the Made herald to his lies, around him wailed; depths of the forest! The bosom of peace-While on his face, thrown back by injured men ful lakes, which, but a short time since, were In characters of ever-blushing shame, scarcely navigated by man, except to be Appeared ten thousand slanders, all his own. skimmed by the light canoe of the savage, have all at once been ploughed by hostile ship. The vast silence, that had reigned, for ages, on these mighty waters, was broken by the thunder of artillery, and the affrighted savage-stared, with amazement, from his Covert, at the sudden apparition of a seafight, amid the solitudes of the wilderness. The peal of war has once sounded on that ake, but probably, will never sound again. The last roar of cannon, that died along her shores, was the expiring note of British domination. Those vast, eternal seas will, perhaps, never again be the separating space, between contending nations; but will be embosomed-within a mighty empire; and this victory, which decided their fate, will stand unrivalled, and alone, deriving lustre, and perpetuity, from its singleness. In future times, when the shores of Erie shall hum with a busy population; when towns, and cities, shall brighten, where now, extend the dark tangled forest; when ports shall spread their arms, and lofty barks shall ride, where now the canoe is fastened to the stake; when the present age shall have grown into venerable antiquity, and the mists of fable begin to gather round its history, then, will the inhabitants of Canada look back to this battle we record, as one of the romantic achievements of the days of yore. It will stand first on the page of their local legends, and in the marvellous tales of the borders. The fisherman, as he loiters along the beach, will point to some half-buried cannon, corroded with the rust of time, and will speak of ocean warriors, that came from the shores of the Atlantic; while the boatman, as he trims his sail to the breeze, will chant, in rude ditties, the name of Perry, the early hero of Lake Erie.-Irving. THE SLANDERER. 'Twas Slander, filled her mouth, with lying words, 630. TRUE FRIENDSHIP. Damon and Py thias, of the Pythagorean sect in philosophy, lived in the time of Dionysius, the tyrant of Sicily. Their mutual friendship was so strong, that they were ready to die for one another. One of the two, (for it is not known which,) being condemned to death, by the tyrant, obtained leave to go into his own country, to settle his affairs, on condition, that the other should consent to be imprisoned in his stead, and put to death for him, if he did not tention of every one, and especially of the ty return, before the day of execution. The atrant himself, was excited to the highest pitch. as every body was curious, to see what would be the event of so strange an affair. When the time was almost elapsed, and he who was gone did not appear; the rashness of the oth er, whose sanguine friendship had put him upon running so seemingly desperate a haz ard, was universally blamed. But he still de clared, that he had not the least shadow of doubt in his mind, of bis friend's fidelity. The event showed how well he knew him. He came in due time, and surrendered himself to that fate, which he had no reason to think he should escape; and which he did not desire to escape, by leaving his friend to suffer ir his place. Such fidelity softened, even the savage heart of Dionysius himself. He pardoned the condemned; he gave the tw friends to one another, and begged that they would take himself in for a third. THE CORAL GROVE. Deep-in the wave, And the pearl-shells spangle the flinty snow; Their bows, where the tides and billows flow; For the winds and the waves are absent there, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea Are bending like corn, on the upland lea: Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, Pride goeth before destruction. 631. BRUTUS' HARANGUE ON CESAR'S | DEATH. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me-for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any, in this assembly, any dear friend of Cesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Cesar-was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand, why Brutus-rose against Cesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Cesar-less, but, that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Cesar were dead, to live all freemen? As Cesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There are tears for his love, joy-for his fortune, honor-for his valor, and death-for his ambition. Who's here so base, that would be a bondman? if any, speak; for him--have I offended. Who's here so rude, that would not be a Roman? if any, speak? for him-have I offended. Who's here so vile, that will not love his country? if any, speak; for him--have I offended.-I pause for a reply. None! then none--have I offended. I have done no more to Cesar, than you should do to Brutus. The question of his death-is enrolled in the capitol; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony; who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as, which of you shall not?-With this I depart-that as I slew my best lover-for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death. 632. ACCOMPLISHED YOUNG LADY. Dioptrics, optics, katoptrics, carbon, As Chinese, Portuguese, or German; and Is "Love, still love," had oft till midnight tried Her finest, loftiest pigeon-wings of sound, Waking the very watchmen far around.--Halleck. 633. CHARITY. Though I speak-with the tongues of men, and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing. Charity-suffereth long, and is kind; charity--envieth not; charity-vaunteth not itself; it is not puffed up; doth not behave itself unseemly; seeketh not her own; is not easily provoked; thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Charity--never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there That Wallack looked extremely well in Rolla; be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we She fell in love, as all the ladies do, With Mr. Simpson-talked as loudly, too, As any beauty of the highest grade, To the gay circle in the box beside her; And Dr. Chalmers' sermons, of a Sunday; [gundi. Words, to the witches in Macbeth unknown, know, in part, and we prophecy, in part. But, when that which is perfect, is come, then that, which is in part, shall be done away. When I was a child, I spake as a child, 1 understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now, we see through a glass, darkly; but then, face to face: now, I know in pari; but then, shall I know, even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.-St Paul. EARLY RISING AND PRAYER. When first thy eyes unvail, give thy soul leave 634. SAILOR BOY'S DREAM. In slumbers of midnight, the sailor boy lay; His hammock swung loose, at the sport of the wind; Lad the swallow sings sweet, from her nest in the wall; all trembling with transport, he raises the latch, And the voices of loved ones reply to his call. A father bends o'er him, with looks of delight, His cheek is impearled, with a mother's warm tear, With the lips of the maid, whom his bosom holds dear Joy quickens his pulse-all his hardships seem o'er In darkness dissolves the gay frost-work of bliss- Shall home, love, or kindred, thy wishes repay; Or redeem form, or frame, from the merciless surge; Oh! sailor boy! sailor boy! peace to thy soul.-Dimond. TIME AND ITS CHANGES. Reformation is a work of time. A national taste, however wrong it may be, cannot be totally changed at once; we must yield a little to the prepos session, which has taken hold on the mind, and we may then bring people to adopt what would offend them, if endeavored to be introduced by violence. What's fame a fancied life in other's breath, Mind, not money-makes the man 635. CHILD HAROLD.-CANTO I I love not man the less, but nature more, What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime I wantoned with thy breakers-they to me [fits. In the dreams of delight, which with ardor we 636. PATRIOTIC TRIUMPH. The citizens of America-celebrate that day, which gave birth to their liberties. The recollection of this event, replete with consequences so beneficial to mankind, swells every heart with joy, and fills every tongue with praise. We celebrate, not the sanguinary exploits of a tyrant, to subjugate, and enslave-millions of his fellow-creatures; we celebrate, neither the birth, nor the coronation, of that phantom, styled a king; but, the resurrection of liberty, the emancipation of mankind, the regeneration of the world. These are the sources of our joy, these the causes of our triumph. We pay no homage at the tomb of kings, to sublime our feelings-we trace no line of illustrious ancesters, to support our dignity-we recur to no usages sanctioned by the authority of the great, to protect our rejoicing; no. we love liberty, we glory in the rights of men, we glory in independence. On whatever part of God's creation a human form pines under chains, there, Americans drop their tears. A dark cloud once shaded this beautiful quarter of the globe. Consternation, for awhile, agitated the hearts of the inhabitants. War desolated our fields, and buried our vales in blood. But the dayspring from on high soon opened upon us its glittering portals. The angel of liberty descending, dropped on Washington's brow, the wreath of victory, and stamped on American freedom, the seal of omnipotence. The darkness is past, and the true light now shines-to enliven, and rejoice mankind. We tread a new earth, in which dwelleth righteousness; and view a new heaven, flaming with inextinguishable stars. Our feet will no more descend into the vale of oppressions; our shoulders will no more bend-under the weight of a foreign domination, as cruel, as it was unjust. Well may we rejoice-at the return of this glorious anniversary; a day dear to every American; a day-to be had in everlasting remembrance; a day, whose light circulates joy-through the hearts of all republicans, and terror through the hearts of all tyrants.-Maxy. 637. TIT FOR TAT: COQUETRY PUNISHED. Whose mirrors-never lie; A clown could take her eye?" The maid design'd to bless; The youth was, like her shadow, there, When, from his lips, the fair should learn, At length, one morn, to taste the air, Edgar had nerved his bashful heart, He drove, nor slackened once his reins, Forbade to speak of love. At last, one desperate effort broke A then, by all that's lovely, swore, That he would love, for evermore, If she'd become his own. The maid, in silence, heard his prayer, Then, with a most provoking air, She, tittered in his face; But he should know his place. Of matrimony spring. I never dream'd of such a thing." The lover sudden dropp'd his rein, Now on the centre of the plain "The linch-pin's out!" he cried; Be pleased, one moment, to alight, Till I can set the matter right, That we may safely ride." He said, and handed out the fairThen laughing, crack'd his whip in air, And wheeling round his horse and cha.r, Exclaim'd, "Adieu, I leave you there |