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Sublime in one and dim magnificence;
But how sublimer God's blue canopy,
Beleagured with his burning cherubim3,
Keeping their watch eternal!

Beautiful

that lie

Are all the thousand snow-white gems
In these mysterious chambers, gleaming out
Amid the melancholy gloom; and wild
These rocky hills, and cliffs, and gulfs; but far
More beautiful and wild the things that greet
The wanderer in our wòrld of light,—the stàrs
Floating on high like islands of the blest,-
The autumn sunsets, glowing like the gate
Of far-off Paradise,—the gorgeous clouds,
On which the glories of the earth and sky,
Meet and commingle,-earth's unnumbered flowers,
All turning up their gentle eyes to heaven,—
The birds, with bright wings glancing in the sun,
Filling the air with rainbow miniatures,-
The green old forests, surging in the gale,—
The everlasting mòuntains, on whose peaks
The setting sun burns like an altar flame,-
And òcean, like a pure heart, rendering back
Heaven's perfect image, or in his wild wrath
Heaving and tossing like the stormy breast
Of a chained giant in his agony.

LESSON CXIII.

MENTAL IMPROVEMENT, A PROGRESSIVE WORK.

IRA HARRIS.

1. THAT which is most easily produced, most quickly perishe. The diamond requires ages to consummate its virtues; other crystals are formed in an instant. The diamond is indestructible; the latter dissolve in a breath. The islands of the

sea are sometimes formed by the slow process of accretion," and sometimes are thrown up at once from the depths below. Ages upon ages pass away without obliterating the one; while the other disappears, as it came, in a single night, leaving no record that it ever has been, but in the sea legend of the mariner.

2. The majestic oak, which it requires a century to mature, abides another century without shaking to the blast, and when its period of decay arrives, it sinks away into the dust, by the same gradual process; while the beauteous flower that opens in the night, and perfumes, with its fragrance, the morning zephyr, disappears ere the sun reaches his meridian.

3. Cities that have been centuries in building, have continued to flourish for centuries longer; while cities have sprung up in a single season, to be abandoned with the next. The insect that, in a moment, is hatched and flutters its gaudy wings in the sunbeam, dies with the hour, and numerous generations of insignificant beauty succeed and depart, ere the noble form of man has reached its maturity.

4. And should we expect that the nobler works of the mental powers, should be freed from the influence of a law, so uniform and so just? No; that which is suddenly acquired, whether it be fortune or reputation, will soon vanish away. There is sound philosophy in the vulgar adage,—" Light comes, light goes." It is founded in a great fundamental law of our being. He who is admired for a moment, and is content with such admiration, shall in a moment be forgotten. History abounds with examples of the worthlessness of sudden popularity. It is the tempestuous brightening of a moment, a single moment only,—

"The sound of passing music, the brief blossoming of summer flowers."

5. It is a fixed law of nature, the wisdom of which we may not, perhaps, fully comprehend, but which, like every other rule proceeding from the great Author of nature, must be

* ACCRETION, (ac or ad, to; cretion, an increase), a growing to; ab increase by natural growth.

right, that no important benefit is to be acquired but by the exercise of self-denial, and corresponding effort. Present and inferior gratifications must be sacrificed for the sake of the future and greater good; and, whatever may be the result of other undertakings, in which it is not given to mortals "to command success," virtuous exertion never fails to ring with it a greater or less reward.

6. Under the operation of our social and political system, founded on republican principles and equal rights, there is a perpetual transition, in our condition in life, which amounts almost to a rotation. Let an inquiry be instituted into the original conditions, and the cause of the present situation of those who are called rich, and the results would be found to be as curious as they would be instructive.

7. They would teach the industrious and virtuous poor, of whatever calling, to be patient, if not confident, and to admire and love that American system of social economy, which opens to all alike the lottery of life; which permits any one, however poor, to become rich, and invites any one, however humble, to aspire to a level with the highest of his fellow-citizens. The privileges and benefits and honors of our social and political institutions, are alike the inheritance of all.

8. All professions and callings have equal political and civil rights, and equal opportunities of affluence and elevation. If there is diversity of condition, it is because there is diversity of talent, or industry, or enterprise. Every man may look upon wealth, and honor, and public usefulness as his present possession or his probable gain. He is a proprietor either in possession or in expectancy. Here the field of enterprise and of usefulness stretches out in wider expanse than in any other country. Here, too, rather than anywhere else, may it be said:" the soul of man createth its own destiny of power."

9. No man can elevate himself above the multitude in any profession or calling in life, without the labor proportionate to the elevation he seeks. But, most of all, should the scholar, if he would become distinguished and useful in the profession of his choice, or as a man of science, cultivate the habit of

laborious application. So lofty and varied are the powers of the human mind, that no excellence is inaccessible to the united efforts of talent and industry.

LESSON CXIV.

LIFE AND DEATH CONTRASTED.

1. A GOOD man and an angel! these between
How thin the barrier! What divides their fate?
Perhaps a moment, or, perhaps a year;

Or, if an age, it is a moment still,—
A moment, or eternity's forgot.

Life is much flattered, Death is much traduced
Compare the rivals, and the kinder crown.

2. "Strange competition !"-True, Lorenzo, strange
So little life can cast into the scale!

Life makes the soul dependent on the dust,

YOUNG.

Death gives her wings to mount above the spheres.
Through chinks, styled organs, dim life peeps at light;
Death bursts the involving cloud, and all is day,-
All eye, all ear, the disembodied power.

3. Death has feigned evils nature shall not feel;
Life, ills substantial wisdom can not shun.
Is not the mighty mind, that sun of heaven,
By tyrant life dethroned, imprisoned, pained?
By Death enlarged, ennobled, deified?

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Death but entombs the body; life, the SOUL.

"Is Death then guiltless? How he marks his way With dreadful waste of what deserves shine!

Art, genius, fortune, elevated power,

With various lusters these light up the world,
Which Death puts out, and darkens human race."
I grant this indictment just;

The sage, peer, potentate, king, conqueror,—

Death humbles these; more barbarous life, the man.

5. Life is the triumph of our moldering clay;
Death, of the spirit infinite,-divine!

Death has no dread but what frail life imparts,
Nor life true joy but what kind Death improves.
No bliss has life to boast, till Death can give
Far greater. Life's a debtor to the grave,
Dark lattice! letting in ethereal day.

6. O Lorenzo! blush at thy fondness for a life
Which sends celestial souls on errands vile,
To cater for the sense, and serve at boards
Where every ranger of the wilds, perhaps
Each reptile, justly claims our upper hand.
Luxurious feast! a soul, a soul immortal,
In all the dainties of a brute bemired!

7 O Lorenzo! blush at thy terror for a death
Which gives thee to repose in festive bowers,
Where nectars sparkle, angels minister,-

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And more than angels share, and raise, and crown,
And eternize, the birth, bloom, bursts of bliss.
What need I more?-O Death! THE PALM IS THINE.

Then welcome, Death! thy dreaded harbingers,
Age and disease! Disease, though long my guest,
That plucks my nerves, those tender strings of life,
Which, plucked a little more, will toll the bell
That calls my few friends to my funeral,
Where feeble nature drops, perhaps, a tear,
While Reason and Religion, better taught,
Congratulate the dead, and crown his tomb
With wreath triumphant. Death is victory!
It binds in chains the raging ills of life;-
That ills corrosive, cares importunate,
Are not immortal, too, O Death! is thine.
9 Our day of dissolution !—name it right,
'Tis our great pay-day; 'tis our harvest, rich

*CATER, to provide food, or sustenance.

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