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.

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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,
When fond recollection presents them to view!
The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood,
And every loved spot which my infancy knew;
The wide-spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it,
The bridge and the rock where the cataract' fell;
The cot of my father, the dairy-house 2 nigh it,

And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well:
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered 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,

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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!

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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,
The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
As fancy reverts to my father's plantation,

And sighs for the bucket which hangs in the well:
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket, which hangs in the well.

1 CAT'A-RACT. A waterfall.

2 DAIRY-HOUSE. A place in which
milk, cheese, and butter are kept.
3 EM'BLEM. An object which repre-
sents one thing to the eye and an-
other to the mind. Water is called

the emblem of truth, because of
its purity and clearness.

4 GŎB'LET. A large drinking cup,
5 NECTAR. The drink of the heathen
gods, of which Jupiter was sup-
posed to be the chief.

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,
The old and haughty Czar';

Lonely, though princes girt him round,
And leaders of the war:

He had cast his jewelled sabre 2,

That many a field had won,
To the earth beside his youthful dead,
His fair and first-born son.

2. With a robe of ermine for its bed
Was laid that form of clay,

Where the light a stormy sunset shed,
Through the rich tent made way;
And a sad and solemn beauty

On the pallid face came down,
Which the lord of nations mutely watched,
In the dust with his renown.

3. Low tones, at last, of woe and fear
From his full bosom broke;
A mournful thing it was to hear
How then the proud man spoke.
The voice that through the combat
Had shouted far and high,

Came forth in strange, dull, hollow tones,
Burdened with agony.

4. "There is no crimson on thy cheek,
And on thy lip no breath;

I call thee, and thou dost not speak --
They tell me this is death!
And fearful things are whispering

That I the deed have done -
For the honor of thy father's name,
Look up, look up, my son!

5. "Well might I know death's hue and mien; But on thine aspect, boy,

What, till this moment, have I seen,
Save pride and tameless joy?

Swiftest thou wert to battle,

And bravest there of all—

How could I think a warrior's frame
Thus like a flower should fall?

6. "I will not bear that still, cold look; up, thou fierce and free;

Rise

Wake as the storm wakes. I will brook
All, save this calm, from thee.
Lift brightly up and proudly

Once more thy kindling eyes!

Hath my word lost its power on earth?
I say to thee, Arise!

7. "Didst thou not know I loved thee welf? Thou didst not, and art gone

In bitterness of soul to dwell
Where man must dwell alone.
Come back, young fiery spirit,
If but for one hour, to learn
The secrets of the folded 5 heart

That seemed to thee so stern.

8. "Thou wert the first, the first fair child,
That in mine arms I pressed;

Thou wert the bright one, that hast smiled
Like summer on my breast.

I reared thee as an eagle;

To the chase thy steps I led;
I bore thee on my battle horse;

I look upon thee

- dead!

9. "Lay down my warlike banners here,
Never again to wave;

And bury my red sword and spear,
Chiefs, in my first born's grave.
And leave me! I have conquered,
I have slain; my work is done.
Whom have I slain? Ye answer not;
Thou too art mute, my son."

10. And thus his wild lament was poured Through the dark, resounding night;