The wretch without it, is under eternal quarantine ;-no friend to greet,-no home to harbor him. The voyage of his life becomes a joyless peril; and in the midst of all ambition can achieve, or avarice amass, or rapacity plun der, he tosses on the surge,-a buoyant pestilence. But, let me not degrade into selfishness of individual safety or individual exposure this universal principle; it testifies a higher, a more ennobling origin. It is this which, consecrating the humble circle of the hearth, will at times extend itself to the circumference of the horizon, which nerves the arm of the patriot to save his country, which lights the lamp of the philosopher to amend man,—which, if it does not inspire, will yet invig orate the martyr to merit immortality,-which, when one world's agony is passed, and the glory of another is dawning, will prompt the prophet, even in his chariot of fire, and in his vision of Heaven, to bequeath to mankind the mantle of his memory! Oh, divine! Oh, delightful legacy of a spotless reputation! Rich is the inheritance it leaves; pious the example it testifies; pure, precious, and imperishable, the hope which it inspires! Can there be conceived a more atrocious injury than to filch from its possessor this inestimable benefit, to rob society of its charm, and solitude of its solace; not only to outlaw life, but to attaint death, converting the very grave, the refuge of the sufferer, into the gate of infamy and of shame! I can conceive few crimes beyond it. He who plunders my property takes from me that which can be repaired by time; but what period can repair a ruined reputation? He who maims my person, affects that which medicine may remedy; but what herb has sovereignty over the wounds of slander? He who ridicules my poverty, or reproaches my profession, upbraids me with that which industry may retrieve, and integrity may purify; but what riches shall redeem the bankrupt fame? What power shall blanch the sullied snow of character? There can be no injury more deadly. There can be no crime more cruel. It is without remedy. It is without antidote. It is without evasion. The reptile, calumny, is ever on the watch. From the fascinations of its eye no activity can escape; from the venom of its fang no sanity can recover. It has no en joyment but crime; it has no prey but virtue; it has no interval from the restlessness of its malice, save when bloated with its victims, it grovels to disgorge them at the withered shrine where envy idolizes her own infirmities. THE LAMENT OF JACOB GRAY H. ELLIOTT MCBRIDE. I AM a lonely bachelor, my name is Jacob Gray, I sit within my little cot and grumble all the day, I smoke and yawn, and growl and fuss, and feel as cross and blue As ever Sally Scruggins felt, who had the dolly loo. My life has been a checkered one-I've had great knocks and flumps; I've had the measles, whooping-cough, and double-twisted mumps, I know I am a homely man-my nose is sorter pug; At first, when only twenty-one, I courted Sally Spry; Says she, to me, "Now, Jacob Gray, I think you've come enough; You're rather young, a little green, and not quite up to snuff. So, Jacob, please, don't come again-I've got another beau; And he's a chap who wears a watch, and cuts a dashing show." This crushed me down into the dust-I scarce knew what to do; I seemed to be so wumblechunked, I thought I'd fly in two. And then I thought I'd say a word before I'd go away, "Oh, would you crush a loving heart and send me to my grave? Oh, would you make me crazy now and hear me yell and rave? Oh, would you chuck and squash me down into the mire and mud, And nip the youthful, gushing love just coming to the bud?" "O Jake." says she, "don't be a goose-don't blubber any • more; You'll soon get well, and feel as good as ere you felt before. And ere ten weeks have gone away, you'll think no more of me You'll be as gay, and happy too, as any sport can be." I sniffled some, put on my hat, and straight I went from Spry's; Got into bed and sniffled more, and wiped my weeping eyes; Says I, "I guess I feel used up and sorter middling cheap;" And then I turned me round again and went right off to sleep. A year passed round, and Sal was hitched to Joseph Johnston Dobbs; And I had fell down deep in love with Susan Rachel Blobbs Now Susan had a farm and bonds, and piles of ready cash, And so I thought I'd court her quick, and take her with a dash. Says I, "Dear Suze, I love you hard-I think I love you more Than all the girls in Squabbletown, and they are twenty-score. If you will be my wife, dear Suze, I'll be both kind and true; I'll let no care nor trouble come within ten feet of you." Says she, a twisting up her nose, and winking both her eyes, "O Jacob, no! it cannot be; you just can step aside; And then she bowed a crushing bow-her cheeks were al aglow She looked at me as if she thought that I had better go. Since then I've never sparked a spark-I journey on alone; IT IS WELL WE CANNOT SEE THE END. WHEN another life is added To the heaving, turbid mass; It is well we cannot see When the boy, upon the threshold Hid behind the sunny sail,- It is well we cannot see When the altar of religion Greets the expectant bridal pair, Bound his servitor for aye; When beneath love's silver moonbeams, Many rocks in shadow sleep Undiscovered, till possession Shows the danger of the deep It is well we cannot see Whatsoever is beginning, That is wrought by human skill; Of the mind's ambitious will; It is well we cannot see PERVERSION OF THE BIBLE.-ROBERT POLLOK MANY believed; but more the truth of God Hear, while I briefly tell what mortals proved, By effort vast of ingenuity, Most wondrous, though perverse and damnable ;- A fable framed by crafty men to cheat The simple herd, and make them bow the knee |