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1. O, THE difference between sea and land! The sailor lives a life of daily, hourly, momentary risk, and he reckons it by voyages. He goes on your ěrrands, he dares dangers for you, he lives a strange life for you.
2. Think of what winter is at sea. Think of what it is to have the waves discharge themselves on a ship, with a roar like artillery, and a force not much less. Think of what it is for a sailor to be aloft in the rigging, holding on by a rope, wet with the rain, or numbed with the cold, and with the mast of the shipswaying, like a reed, with the wind.
3. Think of what it is when men drop from the yard. arms into the sea, or when they are washed, like insects from the deck. Think of what it is, day and night, without rest and without sleep, to strive against a storm, - against the power of wind and Wales, – every wave a mighty enemy to surmount.
4. Think what it is to strike a rock, — to shriek but once, and then, perhaps, be drowned. Think of the diseases that come of hardships at sea. Think of whać it is to be sick in a lazaretto,- to be dying in a for. eign hospital. Think of all this, and then, perhaps, you will think rightly of what it is to be a sailor.
5. Think of what you yourselves owe to the sailor. It is through his intervention that you are possessed
of those comforts that make of a house a home. Live comfortably you can not, — live at all, perhaps, you can not, — without seamen will expose themselves for you, risk themselves for you, and, alas ! often, very often, drown,- drown in your service, — drown, and leave widows and orphans destitute.
6. O! what a consideration it is, that, so often, my happiness is from suffering somewhere! The church I worship in has every one of its pillars deep founded in a martyr's grave. The philosophy that delights me for its truth is what some wise man had first to learn in bitterness. My comforts are mine, many of them, through other men's miseries. Commerce spreads the world about with blessings, but not without there being shipwrecks from it on every coast, and deaths by drowning, - several every day, the year round.
7. Ah! yes; to beg with me, to plead with me, for the widow and orphan of the mariner, there comes, from many a place where seamen have died, a call, a prayer, a beseeching voice; - a cry from the coast of Guinea, where there is fever evermore; a cry from Arctic seas, where icebergs are death; a cry from coral reefs, that ships are wrecked on horribly; a cry from many a foreign city, where the sailor, as he dies, speaks of his family, and is not understood ; a cry from mid-ocean, where many a sailor drops into a sudden grave!
8. They ask your help, your charity, for the widows and orphans of those who, in times past, have gone down to the sea, — have gone down to the sea in ships! They ask you to remember, amid the comforts and advantages of civilized life on dry land, the hourly perils and privations of the sailor; of him through whose daring and toil the products of nations are interchanged, and the intercourse that shall one day make brethren of all mankind is kept up.
In constitute, institutions, individual, misfortune, nature, seduces, &c., give the u its y sound. Do not say objecks for ob'jects, ast for asked, creown for crown, beound for bound. Pronounce were to rhyme with her ; many, měn'ny.
1. The crown and glory of life is character. It is the noblest possession of a man; exercising a greater power than wealth, and securing all the honor without the jealousies of fame. The strength, the industry, and the civilization of nations, all depend on individual character; and the very foundations of civil society rest upon it. Laws and institutions are but its outgrowth.
2. We often hear it said that knowledge is power; but it is true, in a much higher sense, that character is power. You may admire men of intellect; but something more is necessary before you will trust them. Mind without heart, intelligence without integrity, cleverness without goodness, are powers in their way, but they may be powers only for mischief.
3. Truthfulness, diligence, and goodness,- qualities that hang not on any man's breath, — form the essence of manly character. An old writer defines it as “ that inbred loyalty unto Virtue, which can serve her without a livery." He who has these qualities, united with force of purpose, carries with him a power that will not fail to make itself felt. He is strong to do good, strong to resist evil, and strong to bear up under difficulty and misfortune.
4. When Stephen of Colonna fell into the hands of base assailants, and they asked him in derision, "Where is now your fortress ? " " Here!” was his bold reply, placing his hand upon his heart. It is in misfortune that the character of the upright man shines with the greatest luster; and, when all else fails, he takes his stand upon his integrity and his courage.
5. Every one is bound to aim at the possession of a good character as one of the highest objects of life. The true man acts rightly, whether in secret or in the sight of others. That boy was well trained who, when asked why he did not pocket some pears, for nobody was there to see, replied, “ Yes, there was; I was there to see myself; and I don't intend ever to see myself do a dishonest thing."
6. Francis Horner, of England, was a man of whom Sydney Smith said that the Ten Commandments were stamped upon his countenance. The valuable and peculiar light in which Horner's history is calculated to inspire every right-minded youth, is this: He died at the age of thirty-eight, possessed of greater influence than any other private man; and admired, beloved, trusted and deplored, by all, except the heartless and the base.
7. No greater homage was ever paid in Parliament to any deceased member. Now let every young man ask ~ how was this attained ? By rank ? He was the son of an Edinburgh merchant. By wealth ? Neither he, nor any of his relations, ever had a superfluous sixpence. By office ? He held but one, and that only for a few years,- of no influence, and with very little pay..
8. By talents ? His were not splendid, and he had no genius. Cautious and slow, his only ambition was to be right. By eloquence? He spoke in calm good taste, without any of the oratory that either terrifies or seduces. By any fascination of manner? His was only correct and agreeable.
9. By what was it, then ? Merely by sense, industry, good principles, and a good heart —— qualities which no well-constituted mind need ever despair of attaining. It was the force of his character that raised him; and this character not impressed on him by nature, but formed, out of no peculiarly fine elements, by himself.
10. There were many in the House of Commons of far greater ability and eloquence. But no one surpassed him in the combination of an adequate portion of these with moral worth. Horner was born to show what moderate powers, unaided by any thing whatever except culture and goodness, may achieve, even when these powers are displayed amidst the competitions and jealousies of public life.
1. How far, 0! Catiline, wilt thou abuse our par : tience? How long shalt thou baffle justice in thy mad