aginations of the most sanguine, furnish well-grounded assurance that the advance of man will be with a constantly accelerating speed. The extending intercourse among the nations of the earth, and among all the children of the human family, gives new promises of the complete diffusion of Truth, penetrating the most distant places, chasing away the darkness of night, and exposing the hideous forms of slavery, of war, of wrong, which must be hated as soon as they are clearly seen. 8 6. Cultivate, then, a just moderation. Learn to reconcile order with change, stability with progress. This is a wise conservatism 9;.this is a wise reform. Rightly understanding these terms, who would not be a Conservative? who would not be a Reformer? a conservative of all that is good, a reformer of all that is evil; a conservative of knowledge, a reformer of ignorance; a conservative of truths and principles whose seat is the bosom of God, a reformer of laws and institutions which are but the wicked or imperfect work of man; a conservative of that divine order which is found only in movement, a reformer of those earthly wrongs and abuses which spring from a vio lation of the great Law of human progress. Blending these two characters in one, let us seek to be, at the same time, REFORMING CONSERVATIVES, AND CONSERVATIVE REFORMERS. 1 THWART'ED. Frustrated; hindered. | SAN'GUINE. Hopeful; confident. 2 IM-MEN'SI-TY. Unlimited extent; AC-CEL'ER-AT-ING. Hastening; increasing. infinity. 8 JU-RIS PRUDENCE. The science of 8 REC'ON-CILE. Restore to favor; law and right. 4 TRIB'U-TA-RY. yielding supplies. Paying tribute; CON SERV'A-TİŞм. Adherence to 5 PRI-ME'VAL. Original; pertaining cause to agree or harmonize. existing institutions; disinclina tion to change. to the earliest ages; primitive. [Samuel Woodworth, the author of this pleasing and popular poem, was a native of Weymouth, in Massachusetts, and was born about 1790, and died in New York, at the age of about fifty. He was a printer by trade, and lived many years in Boston. He was a man of considerable literary talent, and published in New York a volume of fugitive pieces, called Melodies, Ducts, Trios, Songs, and Ballads, which reached a third edition. Woodworth was also the author of a well-known patriotic song, called the Hunters of Kentucky.] 1. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well: 2. That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, 3 The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well: The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well. Then soon, 3. How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips! 4 Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips. And now, far removed from the loved situation, And sighs for the bucket which hangs in the well: 1 CAT'A-RACT. A waterfall. 2 DAIRY-HOUSE. A place in which the emblem of truth, because of 4 GŎB'LET. A large drinking cup, XXXIV. IVAN THE CZAR. MRS. HEMANS. [Ivan, the Czar of Russia, surnamed the Terrible, in his old age was besieging the city of Novgorod, in 1582. His nobles, perceiving that his powers were impaired by age, requested that the assault might be made under the command of his son. This proposal threw him into the greatest fury; and nothing could soothe him. His son threw himself at his feet; but his savage father repulsed him, and struck him so cruel a blow that the unhappy youth died from the effects of it in two days after. The father then sank into the deepest despair. He abandoned alike the conduct of the war and the government of the empire, and soon followed his son to the tomb.] 1. He sat in silence on the ground, Lonely, though princes girt him round, He had cast his jewelled sabre 2, That many a field had won, 2. With a robe of ermine for its bed Where the light a stormy sunset shed, On the pallid face came down, 3. Low tones, at last, of woe and fear Came forth in strange, dull, hollow tones, 4. "There is no crimson on thy cheek, I call thee, and thou dost not speak -- That I the deed have done - 5. "Well might I know death's hue and mien; But on thine aspect, boy, What, till this moment, have I seen, Swiftest thou wert to battle, And bravest there of all— How could I think a warrior's frame 6. "I will not bear that still, cold look; up, thou fierce and free; Rise Wake as the storm wakes. I will brook Once more thy kindling eyes! Hath my word lost its power on earth? 7. "Didst thou not know I loved thee welf? Thou didst not, and art gone In bitterness of soul to dwell That seemed to thee so stern. 8. "Thou wert the first, the first fair child, Thou wert the bright one, that hast smiled I reared thee as an eagle; To the chase thy steps I led; I look upon thee - dead! 9. "Lay down my warlike banners here, And bury my red sword and spear, 10. And thus his wild lament was poured Through the dark, resounding night; |