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2. By its agency, alł the powers of the mind become active, and that activity renders them useful. Perseverance, though perhaps a less brilliant attribate of the mind, in point of real excellence, stands unrivalled.

3. Other faculties may plan, but this must execute. Others may lay out the work, but this must perform. Others may mark the spot for the foundation, but this must build the edifice.

4. Perseverance is to the mind, what the mainspring is to a watch, the bellows to an organ, or vitality to matter. It is the great moving power ; and there never was, and there never will be, any great or important work fully carried out and completed, but by the aid of this impelling power.

5. It is the most powerful agent of the mind; and where it operates in full vigor, it will accomplish much, though the other faculties be comparatively weak.

6. Genius is of no importance, unless its powers are brought out by this agency. It is a mere meteor, flashing for a moment, and then lost forever. But perseverance enables the most humble mind in point of intellectual powers, to rise and pluck a branch from the laurel, and inscribe its name high on the temple of fame.

7. A good education is invariably the result of perseverance. No man was ever educated in a day, a month, or a year; far from it. A lifetime is too. short for a full development of all the faculties of the mind, and our education can only be finished in eternity.

8. As well might the bee hope to gain her winter's store by one flight through a garden; as well might the architect hope to rear a splendid mansion by one stroke of the hammer, as for a man to gain an education in a year.

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9. Therefore, young man, persevere —

“Ay, press on, press on, and you will find
That science is the food of mind;
The path is plain, the way is clear ;
Seek Wisdom's ways, and persevere.”

THE CROW A CRITIC.

1. In ancient times, tradition says,

When birds, like men, would strive for praise,
The bullfinch, nightingale, and thrush,
With all that chant from tree to bush,
Would often meet, in song to vie,
The kinds that sing not, sitting by.

2. A knavish crow, it seems,

had got
The knack to criticize by rote;
He understood each learned phrase
As well as critics nowadays.
Some

say

he learned them from an owl, By listening at his singing school.

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3. 'Tis strange to tell, this subtle creature,

Though nothing musical by nature,
Had learned so well to play his part,
With nonsense couched in terms of art,
As to be owned by all, at last,
Director of the public taste.

4. Then, puffed with insolence and pride,

And sure of numbers on his side,
Each song he freely criticized ;
What he approved not, was despised;
But one false step in evil hour,
Forever stripped him of his power.

5. Once, when the birds assembled sat,

All listening to his formal chat,
By instinct nice, he chanced to find
A cloud approaching in the wind;
And ravens hardly can refrain
From croaking, when they think of rain.

6. His wonted

song

he

sung: harsher note
Sure never came from any throat.
They all, at first, with mute surprise
Each on his neighbor turned his eyes ;
But scorn succeeding, took its place,
And might be read in every face.
All this the raven saw with pain,
And strove his credit to regain.

7. Quoth he, “ The solo which ye heard,

Should not in public have appeared.
My voice, that's somewhat rough and strong,
Might chance the melody to wrong;
The air, as sung, accords with rules,
You'll find in all Italian schools."

8. He reasoned thus; but, to his trouble,

At every word, the laugh grew double :
At last, o'ercome with shame and spite,
He flew away quite out of sight.

A DAY AMONG THE ALPS.

1. A DENSE fog still lingered around the sides oi the mountain, and spread a dark pall over the valley of Chamouni. Our host augured a fair day, and our expectant guide was sure of it.

2. Our route lay across the Arvé and the narrow plain, up a zigzag path to Montanvert, and thence across the glacier. We could trace the narrow track some distance up the mountain, till all was enveloped in the clouds — the end of all hope to some of the party.

3. A few hesitated about the weather, unable to perceive the clear blue sky in the regions to which we were going ; some, in order to calculate the profit and loss of the outlay of physical force, counted the cost by the steps they would have to take; and others waited for mules, while I started alone.

4. It is not well to be backward in a good cause, in much work, or in a long race. One becomes discouraged by doubt and delay, and does not perform well. A good start, whether for a day or a life, is of vast importance. An hour saved in the morning, lasts all day.

5. Most young people do not enough consider the responsibilities of early life, in reference to the duties and privileges of manhood, and the honor and happiness of old age.

6. Soon we entered a forest of Alpine trees, and commenced the steep ascent. We turned here, and we turned there; up, up, up.

Toiling, tugging, sweating; up, up, up. Halting, starting, hopping; up, up, up.

7. Anòn we entered the region of clouds; up, up, up. All was dark, drizzly, dubious; but up, up, up. Disheartened or lazy, one turned back. Whether he fell, and dashed his brains out, is more than I know. I never heard of him afterwards. Lazy people and cowards are not sought for.

8. With him, it was down, down, down. Doubt. ing, panting, desponding, down he went; jump, jump, jump; while we, joking, bragging, shouting, continued up, up, up:

9. An hour or so brought us near the Fountain of Claudine, half way up the first division of our

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day's labor. I thought of life, of life in youth day and a journey.

10. A little space shines about us in childhood, dimmed by no cares. We see, and enjoy, and are amused. Towards the noon of life, we look up, and become anxious. How dark, and drear, and dubious, and difficult!

11. What impregnable barriers tower before us, nedge up our path, cut short our vision, and forbid our progress, let us turn which way we will. But the spirit in us, ever restless, ever demanding, and ever peremptory, urges us forward, and urges upward.

12. We cannot tarry. We must go forward. But whither? How? For what? Without faith, who would start ? Enveloped in clouds and darkness, though young and vigorous, without hope, who would not turn back, or faint, or fall by the

way?

13. Confidence, my young friends, confidence. We must penetrate farther into these cloudy, damp; chilly regions, and surmount these rugged barriers. There must be sunlight above.

14. Courage, my lads, courage. Be of stout heart. Hold on a while longer; hold on. Victory without a struggle wins no laurels. Be patient and persevere. There is no storm but has an end. Columbus found a new world to reward his per

Your world is before you.

Siverance.

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1. As we left the rude buildings about the fountain, and passed up the dangerous precipices, it began to grow lighter. Objects above us grew

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