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mind their own business-to correct their own faultsto cultivate their own minds—to think no evil of others --to speak evil of no one—and rely upon it, the rising generation will better obey the precept—JUDGE NOT, LEST YE BE JUDGED.
The stock, in the great store house of knowledge, has long been increasing in amount and variety. For fome time past, the quantity of fancy goods, has far exceeded that of the coarser kind, fit for every-day use. So numerous have the manufactures become, and so much are the prices reduced, that by far the greatest numbers of the community have ceased to use homemade articles, and have put the machinery of their own brains in the garret. Whether this is an advantage to the intellect of man, calculated to increase its volume and strength, or, like luxurious living, enervate and weaken, is a problem I will not stop to solve. It is worthy the attention of abler pens than mine. know ourselves, is of the highest importance.
Since the assortment in this great store house is so great, it requires judgment and skill, especially on the part of those who are confined to small purchases, in selecting that which will be most useful in the sphere in which they are ostensibly destined to move aware genius cannot be limited, but close observation will enable us to determine, in some degree, the path,
circumstances and nature have marked out for usbumpology professes to determine to a certainty.
If you are confined to a small portion, let it be that of the most solid kind. Let your books be few, well selected, and thoroughly read. By a close observation of the laws of nature, in full operation around us; of things, as they meet our view; and of men, as they are ever moving before us; we obtain a treasure of knowledge, not found in the schools, so called, nor always clearly learned from books. That knowledge is of most importance, that leads us in the shortest road to truth. This is the kind that best answers the old definition of the term, Knowledge is power. Small draughts, if they are from the foaming top of the fountain, intoxicate, and require larger quantities to sober us. Draw from the bottom at first, you will come to the fumes and gases soon enough. A thorough common education, so termed by the literati, like common sense, is the easiest obtained and most useful.
The love of kings is like the blowing of
Any one who is familiar with the history of kings, from the most ancient, down to those who are now wielding the iron sceptre of monarchy, can appreciate the truth of the above lines. Their course has up
rooted nations—fire and sword have marked their career, they have been raised by the whirlwind of party spirit, riding, for a time, on the tornado of faction; and, by the same elements, often dashed to pieces. In a large majority of cases, the tenure of their crowns has been a mere rope of sand, and limited in its duration. Passing down from the Persian empire, less and
. less stability characterized monarchies, for many centuries. The number of modern European Kings, Queens, and Emperors, the most enlightened on the eastern continent, has been enormous. From A. D. 800, England has had fifty-six. From A. D. 768, France has had fifty. From A. D. 824, to 1603, Scotland had forty. From A. D. 800, up to the confederation of 1815, Germany had been favored with fifty-six. Prussia, from A. D. 802, to the present time, has had fifty-nine. Spain, from A. D. 858, to the present time, has had seventy-seven. Sweden, from A. D. 825, to the present time, has had forty-eight. In the year A. D. 1699, subdivisions commenced. From that time to the present, Denmark has had five. From A.D. 1706, Portugal has had eight. From A. D. 1701, Prussia has had five. From A. D. 1713, Naples has had seven. From A. D. 1720, Sardinia has had eight. From A. D. 1704 to 1805, Poland had twelve. From A. D. 1831, Belgium has had one. From A. D. 1805, Bavaria has had two. From A.D. 1806, Wirtemburg has had two. From A.D. 1806, Holland has had three. From A. D. 1806, Saxony has had three. From A. D.772 to 1820, the Papal power has had one hundred and sixty-one heads, whose power, varied, at different periods, from absolute, over most of the kingdoms, to the control of Austria, Italy, &c.
The above numbers are substantially correct, and
the dates when each kingdom commenced, are believed to be entirely so. If variety is the spice of life, and the dispositions of kings, queens, and emperors ; as various as their numbers have been, Europe has been spiced with a vengeance. This item of history is given, that the reader may be induced more highly to appreciate the freedom we enjoy.
How different from all other potentates, is the history of the KING of kings. Compared with the sublimity and grandeur of his advent and reign, all earthly pageantry is the shadow of a shade. His pathway illuminated by the morning stars, he descended to earth, and tabernacled in clay. The archangel's trump sounds the glad tidings of peace on earth, and good will to
The shepherds heard the joyful news, echo reverberated the soul-cheering message, over the hills and through the dales of Bethlehem. The Prince of glory appeared in all the majesty of light and purity; Divinity, clothed in humanity-his wardrobe, all the Christian graces, crowned with love ; his cunopy, the heavens; his palace, all space; his throne, the hearts of ;
, his people; his lifeguards, legions of angels; his power, almighty; his kingdom, the universe; his subjects, the saints of all time; his tenure, ETERNITY. His laws are based on freedom-concise, plain, equal, just ; as enduring as the immortal soul, freely and cheerfully obeyed by all his subjects, in every age and clime. His earthly career has been graphically portrayed by the master pen of inspiration, in five words, HE WENT ABOUT DOING GOOD. His rays of light burst upon the world, like lightning, glancing through the midnight gloom.
How unlike the pageantry of the greatest monarchs of frail humanity-conquerers of the world ; des
l olators of the earth; scourgers of the human race; murderers of millions. How unlike their laws; the breath of tyrants, the chains of slaves, the iron-barred shackles of man. How unlike their subjects; governed by fear, quailing with terror, shuddering with dread-obsequious, cringing, miserable, wretched vassals.
In death, the contrast is still more striking. Contemplate the awful terrors, the keen remorse, the fearful dread, the biting anguish, the dreadful death pangs, of the proud Alexander, the ambitious Cæsar, and the disappointed Bonaparte. Darkness impenetrable hung over their pathway–no light illuminated their passage to the tomb. With them, their power expired; no subjects obey them now. No rich perfume renders their memory sacred. With the hand of oppression, they inscribed their names, in letters of blood, on the tablet of inglorious fame. At one bold stroke, death struck them, and their mandates, from the calendar of life; nor did the stroke disturb the calm of nature. In the dust they moulder, nor will they rise to resume their robes of majesty, or again wield their iron sceptres over man.
How different the scene on Calvary. The sun in darkness—the moon in crimson—the earth quakingrocks rending-hell moving—the KING of kings expiring. But how short the triumph—how transient the conquest. Jesus put forth his recovered strength; crushed the sting of death ; snatched from the grave the laurels of boasted victory; placed them upon his own brow; burst the cleft rock tomb; triumphed over his enemies; rose, the godlike conquerer ; ascended to his native heaven, amidst the shouts of angelic throngs, who lifted high the eternal gates, and let the KING of