guided and governed by the knowledge you have been privileged here to acquire, as ever to display in your characters and lives an honest, virtuous, persevering integrity.

And now, at the moment of separation, permit me, in behalf of friends, teacher, and students, to speak to each, for each, the parting word, hoping that we all may be allowed to meet each other again, at last, in that better world, where partings are known no more. Farewell!

A CLOSING ADDRESS AT AN ACADEMY.

J. FISHER.

In view of circumstances peculiar to the closing of a term, I trust the audience will now bear with me while I may personally address those who, as teachers and students, are most deeply interested in the work of this institution.

And first, to you, our beloved Principal, whose labors have so abundantly blessed this band of happy youth, whose watchful supervision and constant concern for our welfare have ever attested the purity and disinterestedness of your motives,— to you, in behalf of my fellow students, would I render expressions of sincere and heartfelt gratitude. Well do we know the trials and discouragements which have attended you, and we should do you injustice not to confess our inability to reward your zeal. Your reward is higher and more noble than we, or the world, can give. Heaven and an approving conscience do alone bear to you a worthy recompense. Time may hurry us on, until the veil of the past shall interpose obscurity between memory and the scenes of youth, but God forbid that we may ever forget you, or cease to bind to our hearts your cherished name, your pure example and wise instructions. May the blessing of Heaven ever rest upon you. Accept, we pray, these expressions of regard, as the sincere and grateful tribute of many overflowing hearts.

*

And to you, whose labors have lightened the cares of our worthy Principal, and heightened the joys of our intercourse with one another, we extend the affectionate congratulations of a friendship which we trust will continue to glow within our hearts while life and the recollections of the past remain.

And, also, to you,† whose task has been to cheer and enliven by the tuneful art, as well as to assist in the various *The Assistant.

The Teacher of Music.

duties of the term, do we proffer our heartfelt testimonials of sincere regard. May your skilful hand continue to produce sweet melody, and your voice lend the soul-stirring enchantment of song, until you shall be called to join that angelic choir, whose fingers "sweep the golden wires" of celestial harps in the glory of Paradise.

Fellow Students, — what can I say to you? Our past intercourse speaks volumes to my heart. Age may silver my now youthful locks; time may waft its changes by; yet never shall I forget this affectionate group, and their happy union for the noble purpose of mutual improvement. As brothers and as sisters would I speak to you. Well do you know your responsibilities. I need urge nothing upon your attention in regard to the various duties which the world will expect you to perform as you go forth into its busy scenes. Your actions have already spoken, and announced the spirit of a noble determination. Go on, persevering in hope, and a crown of honor awaits you.

And now the hour of separation has come, what thoughts crowd in succession through our minds? We think of the term that has passed away; of the enjoyments it has brought us; of the social festivals it yielded; and all seems delightful to dwell upon. But, alas! the pang of separation dissolves the enchanting spell, and we look forth into the bosom of the dark, uncertain future!

For the last time we have assembled. Never shall we all again unite upon earth, an unbroken band, to enjoy the bliss of a union like that which is now being dissolved. We go forth to our scattered homes, many of us never again to visit this lovely spot; while some, perhaps, may slumber in the silence of the grave before the return of another occasion like this. But though we may no more meet together on earth, may we be permitted again to meet in heaven, and there enjoy together union, and peace, and love forever.

My duty is now done. Friends, teachers, and students, may God bless you all. FAREWELL!

A CLOSING ADDRESS FOR EXAMINATION DAY.

J. C. PORTER.

INDULGENT FRIENDS, you now have heard us through,
In kindness we can bid you all adieu.

The closing hour of school has come at last;
How quickly have the moments flitted past!

It seems, I know, a dream of sportive plays,
Yet, parents dear, well spent have been our days.

Teacher, our grateful thanks to you we give,-
May Heaven's blessings cheer you while you live.
Go on; assist the human soul to rise,
For brighter joys await you in the skies.

Gay, happy band, our feelings who can tell,
As now we part, and, parting, say farewell?
In future years, when life's gay scenes have fled,
And we perhaps to distant lands have sped,
How will remembrance these bright days recall,
And wisdom's lessons treasured in this hall!

Teacher and friends, and pleasant classmates too,
We kindly bid you, one and all, adieu !

AN EPILOGUE.

C. D. STUART.

DEAR FRIENDS AND PARENTS! 'neath whose cheering smile
We've toiled, to please and keep you here a while,
Our task is o'er, and unto me the part

Has been assigned to speak, with swelling heart,
Το
you who all have watched and wished us well,
The few brief words, of friendship and farewell!
O! gently judge us for all deeds amiss;
Forget our faults, and but remember this-
That all our acts, however ill expressed,
Were well intended, and we hope are blessed.
One meed alone it was our wish to gain-

Your kind applause—and have we strove in vain?
Methinks, while gazing on each smiling face,
The hoped for verdict I can plainly trace,
And hear in whispers from your bosoms start
The warm response, a tribute from each heart!
If so, the summit of our hope is won,

What more than please has mortal ever done?
And for such meed, oh, friends! our thanks accept;
Your smiles shall all for after times be kept,
And rise to cheer us on some future day,

When o'er the past our memory's feet shall stray;

And we, recalling from its treasures dear,
Will bless the friends who saw us gather here.
Oh friends and parents! may your fortunes be
Henceforth unclouded, and from sorrow free;
And each year, in succession, as it flies,
Thus see us meet with rapture in our eyes;
Thus see us strive to act our parts as well,
And of your pleasure in sweet accents tell!
The past! our paths a thousand ways pursue
Some hopeful star is beaming on each view!
O may those paths to peace and pleasure tend,
And at the goal of life immortal end!

May gentle flowers bloom lightly where you tread,
And joy's pure halo circle o'er each head!
Life's thorns be hidden in the distant sand,
And not a footstep tread that desert land,
But all glide onward till life's toil is past,
And meet together by one shrine at last,
As brothers meet upon a blissful shore,
When every cloud that darkens life is o'er,
Amid the songs from many hearts that swell,
To say no more the bitter word - "Farewell!"

A CLOSING ADDRESS AT A REPEATED EXHIBITION.

J. G. ADAMS.

INDULGENT FRIENDS! once more we close

A pleasant exhibition

This evening doubly pleasant made,
Because a repetition.

It tells us that our efforts here
Have not proved unavailing;
It tells us that in greater deeds
We must not think of failing.

It tells us that the truth well said, -
Clear, earnest, and unbroken,

To those who seek for sense, not sound,
Will bear to be re-spoken.

We'll think of this! A thought sublime

Comes in the contemplation

Of truth here uttered-who can tell
Its work, its consummation?

Oh! truth repeated! 'Tis a song
Through highest heaven ringing;
A song the daily sun,
the moon,

And all the stars, are singing!

Heard in each breeze that sweeps the land,
Or skims the murmuring ocean
In bird-note of the morn or eve,
Sounds of a true devotion !

A handsome silver pitcher was presented to Mr. Cumston,* late Principal of the North Phillips School, by the pupils, on Wednesday afternoon, Nov. 22d, 1848. Master John L. Hunt performed the ceremony of presentation, in the use of the subjoined speech: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, and MR. CUмSTON, our late most respected and beloved teacher:

The pupils of the Phillips School, my brother scholars, have requested me, in their behalf, to present to you this token of their lasting friendship, esteem and love.

You have been to them, sir, not only the patient, able, and successful teacher, but the kind friend, the cheering guide; and they will recollect you, not only while they have minds to educate, but hearts to feel.

Their unfeigned regret at parting with you, you must have seen and felt; indeed, you shared the same feelings with us all. You were one of us, and among us; and such a loss we doubly feel. It is a vacancy which will not, alas! be filled.

We were desirous, sir, after you had gone from among us, to manifest, in some enduring form, the feelings which had connected us so pleasantly together; to again see you among

* Now a teacher in the English High School, Boston.