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MARGARETTA V. FAUGERES.

He said, and, waving high his dripping hand;
Bade his clear waters roll toward the land.
Glad they obey'd, and struggling to the shore,
Dash'd on its broken rocks with thundering roar :
The rocks in vain oppose their furious course;
From each repulse they rise with tenfold force;
And gathering all their angry powers again,
Gushed o'er the banks, and fled across the plain
Soon as the waves had pressed the level mead,
Full many a pearly-footed Naiad fair,
With hasty steps, her limpid fountain led,
To swell the tide, and hail it welcome there :
Their busy hands collect a thousand flowers,
And scatter them along the grassy shores.
There, bending low, the water-lilies bloom,
And the blue crocus shed their moist perfume;
There the tall velvet scarlet lark-spur laves
Her pale green stem in the pellucid waves;
There nods the fragile columbine, so fair,
And the mild dewy wild-rose scents the air;
While round the trunk of some majestic pine
The blushing honeysuckle's branches twine:
There too Pomona's richest gifts are found,
Her golden melons press the fruitful ground;
The glossy crimson plums there swell their rinds,
And purple grapes dance to autumnal winds;
While all beneath the mandrake's fragrant shade
The strawberry's delicious sweets are laid.

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Through many a "blooming wild" and woodland green,
The Hudson's sleeping waters winding stray;
Now 'mongst the hills its silvery waves are seen,
And now through arching willows steal away:
Then bursting on the enamor'd sight once more,
Gladden some happy peasant's rude retreat;
And passing youthful Troy's commercial shore,
With the hoarse Mohawk's roaring surges meet.
Oh, beauteous Mohawk! 'wildered with thy charms,
The chilliest heart sinks into rapturous glows;
While the stern warrior, used to loud alarms,
Starts at the thunderings of thy dread Cohoes.
Now more majestic rolls the ample tide,

Tall waving elms its clovery borders shade,
And many a stately dome, in ancient pride,
And hoary grandeur, there exalts its head,
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There trace the marks of culture's sunburnt hand,
The honeyed buck-wheat's clustering blossoms view,
Dripping rich odors, mark the beard-grain bland,
The loaded orchard, and the flax field blue.
Albania's gothic spires now greet the eye;

Time's hand hath wiped their burnish'd tints away,
And the rich fanes which sparkled to the sky,

'Reft of their splendors, mourn in cheerless grey. There many an ancient structure tottering stands; Round the damp chambers mouldy vapors creep, And feathery-footed Silence folds her hands,

While the pale genii of the mansion sleep. Yet thither Trade's full freighted vessels come; Thither the shepherds mercantile resort: There Architecture late hath raised her dome, And Agriculture's products fill her port. The grassy hill, the quivering poplar grove, The copse of hazle, and the tufted bank, The long green valley, where the white flocks rove, The jutting rock, o'erhung with ivy dank; The tall pines waving on the mountain's brow, Whose lofty spires catch day's last lingering beam; The bending willow weeping o'er the stream, The brook's soft gurglings, and the garden's glow.

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For many a league the sullen waters glide, And the deep murmur of the crowded tide, With pleasing awe the wondering voyager fills. On the green summit of yon lofty clift

A peaceful runnel gurgles clear and slow, Then down the craggy steep-side dashing swift, Tremendous falls in the white surge below. Here spreads a clovery lawn its verdure far,

Around it mountains vast their forests rear, And long ere day hath left his burnish'd car, The dews of night have shed their odors there. There hangs a louring rock across the deep;

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Hoarse roar the waves its broken base around; Through its dark caverns noisy whirlwinds sweep, While Horror startles at the fearful sound. The shivering sails that cut the fluttering breeze, Glide through these winding rocks with airy sweep: Beneath the cooling glooms of waving trees,

And sloping pastures speck'd with fleecy sheep.

ON A PAINTER.

WHEN Laura appear'd, poor Apelles complain'd,

That his sight was bedimm'd, and his optics much pain'd;
So his pallet and pencil the artist resign'd,

Lest the blaze of her beauty should make him quite blind.
But when fair Anne enter'd the prospect was changed,
The paints and the brushes in order were ranged;
The artist resumed his employment again,
Forgetful of labor, and blindness, and pain;
And the strokes were so lively that all were assured
What the brunette had injured the fair one had cured.
Let the candid decide which the chaplet should wear,
The charms which destroy, or the charms which repair.

TIMOTHY DWIGHT.

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TIMOTHY DWIGHT was born at Northampton, in Massachusetts on the 14th day of May, 1752. His father, Timothy Dwight, was a merchant liberally educated, and the proprietor of a considerable estate; and is described by the biographers of his illustrious son as a man of sound understanding, of fervent piety, and of great purity of life." His motherthe third daughter of Jonathan Edwards, a name celebrated alike in systems of philosophy, and systems of divinity—was in many respects a remarkable woman, and to her early assiduity, doubtless, more than to any other cause, must be ascribed his subsequent celebrity. During the years of childhood, his education was conducted almost exclusively by her, and in her nursery.

In his twelfth year he was placed in the family of the Rev. Enoch Huntington, of Middletown, a gentleman distinguished for his classical attainments in an age when such attainments were probably more valued, and more frequent among the clergy of New England than they now are. He was admitted a member of Yale College, at the age of thirteen years. Owing partly to personal misfortunes, and partly to the inau

spicious circumstances of the institution, his studies were for two years in a great measure interrupted. For the two remaining years his application was such as has been seldom surpassed by any person so early in life. He commenced Bachelor of arts in 1769.

After two years spent in the superintendance of the classical school in New Haven, he was chosen tutor in Yale College, and immediately entered on the duties of that office. In this new station he soon exhibited those peculiar talents which eminently qualified him for the high place which he afterwards filled with honor to himself, and with usefulness to his country. His colleagues in office, of whom JOHN TRUMBULL was one, were men of a kindred spirit with himself. These men, by their united efforts, inspired as they were, with the enthusiasm of genius, soon effected a decided change in the literary character of the institution. For many years previous, the study of the classics, and of mathematical and metaphysical sciences had been pursued with great zeal. The period of the tutorship of Dwight, which included the six years from 1771, to 1777-is regarded as an era in the history of Yale College. A better standard of superiority, and a more liberal course of study were adopted. English literature became an object of attention. Rhetoric and oratory were cultivated. And so devoted were the attentions of Dwight to the improvement of his class, that he not only carried them through, and far beyond the usual studies, but was at the pains of addressing to them a series of lectures on style and composition, similar in plan to the lectures of Blair, which had not then come before the public. His instructions generally at that time were of the same character which they afterwards possessed when from the chair of the President he taught, for twentytwo years, as many successive classes of the young citizens of independent and republican America. The first class of his pupils entered on their Bachelor's degree a year before the declaration of independence. Yet at that time he, in common with other men of enlarged and powerful minds, had formed the noble and prophetic conception of what

this country was to be, and of what it will be in the ages yet to come. In teaching then, as well as afterwards, he regarded his pupils as destined to sustain the various duties of citizens, and to bear up the honors of a great republic. The consequence was, that all his instructions had a peculiarly practical cast and bearing. He endeavored to impress on his pupils distinct notions of the scenes in which they were to act, and of the responsibilities which they must sustain. "You should by no means consider yourselves," said he, "as members of a small neighborhood, town, or colony only, but as being concerned in laying the foundation of American greatness. Your wishes, your designs, your labors are not to be confined by the narrow bounds of the present age, but are to comprehend succeeding generations, and to be pointed to immortality. You are to act, not like inhabitants of a village, nor like beings of an hour, but like citizens of a world, and like candidates for a name that shall survive the conflagration."

During this period of his life, he attempted to join with the severest study a system of abstemiousness which, as he thought, might prevent the necessity of bodily exercise. This system he followed till he had nearly destroyed his life. Another consequence of his close and unremitting application was the impairing of his eyesight—a calamity under which he suffered to the end of his life.

In March, 1777, he married Miss Mary Woolsey, daughter of Benjamin Woolsey, Esq. of Long Island. In September following he relinquished his connexion with the college; and soon after accepted a chaplaincy in the continental army. It is one of the most remarkable circumstances in the history of the revolutionary war, and one which strikingly illustrates the deep and universal enthusiasm of the nation, that not a few of the clergy, eminent alike for piety and talents, went forth from their homes, and from the solitude of sacred study, to animate the army by their exhortations, and by their prayers to call down upon it the blessings of heaven. Mr Dwight on joining the army found himself indeed in circumstances entirely unlike his previous course of life; but the power and versa

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