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Each of the Four Numbers ar
"100 Choice Selections” contained
in this volume is paged separately, and the Index is made to correspond therewith. See EXPLANATION on
Nrst page of Contents.
The entire book contains nearly
PRESS ON.-Park BENJAMIN.
Press nobly on! the goal is near;
Look upward, onward, -never fear!
Though storm and vapor intervene;
Serenely o'er life's shadowed scene.
Climb boldly o'er the torrents' arch;
He wins who dares the hero's march.
Tramp on eternal snows its way,
Hew down a passage unto day.
Slip back and stumble, harder try;
Danger and death, they're sure to fly.
While on their breasts who never quail,
Press on! if fortune play thee false
To-day, to-morrow she'll be true;
Taking old gifts and granting new.
Makes up for follies past and gone;
Froin frailty springs;- Press on! PRESS ON !
Thy love has been poured out like rain ?
The sweetest that is born of pain.
A bird sings from some blighted tree;
A never-dying rose for thee.
And gain the prize, and wear the crown;
Come wealth and honor and renown.
Thy mind from sloth, thy heart from soil ;
A heavenly harvest for thy toil.
about? I want to reach that patch of corn while yet the moon is hid Beneath the clouds--now start your pegs, and do as you are
bid. Jim! are you cryin'?—now for shame, you chicken hearted
lad! Don't want to help me take the corn-don't want to help
your dad ? Old Todd won't see us pick the ears--we'll bag five bushel,
clear; We cannot starve; I ha'n't a cent, I spent the last for beer. You needn't be afraid, now, Jim! there's not a soul around; 'Tis almost midnight-Todd's asleep, and so's his blooded
I allers gin you credit, lad, for being bold and brave;
their slave. I'll let you have a dozen ears—the largest that we takeTo feed your pig, and some we'll grind to make a Johnny
cake. I owe Sam Stokes a little bill of drinks, and other traps; The rest will have to go to him-and you may taste my
Schnapps. Now jump the fence-and mind your eye! Don't speak
above a breath; If that confounded hound should wake, he'd be our very
death. I'm glad the clouds have got so thick-the night is pesky
dark ; Now here's the bag—what is it, Jim? I thought you whis
pered-Hark! The clouds are scatterin'--there's the moon! Too bad, but
never fear, We'll fill the sacks, and hurry home, I'm hankerin’fur some
beerWhat did you say, Jim ?--are you sure? I hope it ain't old
Todd; “ Look up,” d'ye say? "we're surely seen; we cannot hide from
God." Jim! Jim! my boy, I guess you're right; here, take the
empty bags; 'Tis drink that's brought your dad to this, and clothed us
both in rags. It was not fear that made you lag, unless 'twas fear of God; D'ye think he'd hear you if you prayed ?-1 do not mean
old Todd. Yes ?" well, kneel down-my words are rough, too rough
for such as he, But may be he will hear my boy, and pity even me. I'll taste no more the damning stuff! Take heart, poor, suf
fering lad; Thank God? your prayer has blessed my soul-yes, saved
your weak, old dad.
THE WORTH OF ELOQUENCE. Let us not, gentlemen, undervalue the art of the orator. Of all the efforts of the human mind, it is the most astonishing in its nature, and the most transcendent in
its immediate triumphs. The wisdom of the philoso. pher, the eloquence of the historian, the sagacity of the statesman, the capacity of the general, may produce more lasting effects upon human affairs; but they are incomparably less rapid in their influence, and less intoxicating from the ascendency they confer. In the solitude of his library, the sage meditates on the truths which are to influence the thoughts and direct the conduct of men in future times; amid the strife of faction the legislator discerns the measures calculated, after a long course of years, to alleviate existing evils, or produce happiness yet unborn; during long and wearisome campaigns the commander throws his shield over the fortunes of his country, and prepares in silence and amid obloquy the means of maintaining its independence. But the triumphs of the orator are immediate; his influence is instantly felt; his, and his alone, it is
“The applause of listening sevates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
And read his history in a nation's eyes !” "I can conceive," says Cicero, "of no accomplishment more to be desired than to be able to captivate the affections, charm the understanding, and direct or restrain, at pleasure, the will of whole assemblies. This single art has, amongst every free people, con manded the greatest encouragement, and been attended with the most surprising effects. For what can be more astonishing, than that from an immense multitude one man should come forth, the only, or almost the only man who can do what nature has made attainable by all? Or can anything impart to the ears and the understanding a pleasure so pure as a discourse which at once delights by its elocution, enlists the passions by its rhetoric, and carries captive the conviction by its logic?
“What triumph more noble and magnificent than that of the eloquence of one man, swaying the inclinations of the people, the consciences of judges, and the majesty of senates? Nay, farther, can aught be esteemed so grand,