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his mind, could he have known that he had indeed discovered a new continent, equal to the whole of the old world in magnitūde, and separated, by two vast oceans, from all the earth hitherto known by civilized man! And how would his magnanimous spirit have been consoled, amid the chills of age and cares of penury, the neglect of a fickle public and the injustice of an ungrateful king, could he have anticipated the splendid empires which were to spread over the beautiful world he had discovered, and the nations and tongues and languages which were to fill its lands with his renown, and to revere and bless his name to the latest posterity!
She was an only child, her name Ginevra,-
But now the day was come, – the day, the hour;
Great was the joy ; but at the nuptial feast,
"'Tis but to make a trial of our love ! ”
SAMUEL ROGERS. (1760 — 1857.)
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar.
From these our interviews, in which I steal
To mingle with the universe, and feel
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean - roll !
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ;
Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknowu.
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;
They melt into thy yest of waves, which mar
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee;
Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free,
And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts :— not so thou, Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play ;
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
The image of eternity - the throne
The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone! And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Börne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers : they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror, 't was a pleasing fear,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
Be brave, be just; and, when your country's laws
1. EVERY morning we enter upon a new day, that carries an unknown future in its bosom. How stirring the reflection! Thoughts may be born to-day, which may never die. Feelings may be awakened today, which may never be extinguished. Hopes may be excited to-day, which may never expire. Acts may be performed to-day, the consequence of which may not be reälized till eternity.
2. There is something solemn and awful in the consideration that there is not an act nor a thought in the life of a human being, that does not carry with it a train of consequences, the end of which we may never trace. We all, to a certain extent, influence the lives and minds of those about us. The good deed or thought will live, even though we may not see it fructify; but so will the bad; and no person is so insignificant as to be sure that his example will not do good on the one hand, or evil on the other.
3. There is, indeed, an element of immortality in the life of man, even in this world. No individual in the universe stands alone ; he is a compo'nent part of a system of mutual dependences; and by his several acts he either increases or diminishes the sum of human good now and forever. As the present is rooted in the past, and the lives and examples of our fore.. fathers still to a great extent influence us, so are we by our daily acts contributing to form the condition and character cf the future.