Part Sirth.



NO. 6.


ALL's for the best! be sanguine and cheerful,

Troubles and sorrows are friends in disguise ;
Nothing but folly goes faithless and fearful-

Courage forever is happy and wise ;
All's for the best-if a man could but know it,

Providence wishes us all to be blest;
This is no dream of the pundit or poet,

Heaven is gracious, and all's for the best!
All's for the best ! set this on your standard,

Soldier of sadness, or pilgrim of love,
Who to the shores of despair may have wandered,

A wayfaring swallow, or heart-stricken dove.
All's for the best! be a man, but confiding,

Providence tenderly governs the rest,
And the frail bark of his creatures is guiding,

Wisely and warily, all's for the best.
All's for the best! then fling away terrors,

Meet all your fears and loss in the van, And in the midst of your dangers or errors,

Trust like a child, while you strive like a man All's for the best ! unbiassed, unbounded,

Providence reigns from the east to the west, And by both wisdom and mercy surrounded, Hope and be happy, for all's for the best í


WHAT country ever offered a nobler theatre for the display of eloquence than our own? From the primary assemblies of the people, where power is conferred, and may be retained, to the national legislature, where its highest attributes are deposited and exercised, all feel and acknowledge its influence.

The master spirits of our father-land, they who guided the councils of England in her career of prosperity and glory, whose eloquence was the admiration of their contemporaries, as it will be of posterity, were deeply imbued with classical learning. They drank at the fountain and not at the stream, and they led captive the public opinion of the empire, and asserted their dominion in the senate and the cabinet.

Nor have we been wanting in contribution to the general stock of eloquence. In our legislative assemblies, at the bar, and in the pulpit, many examples are before us, not less cheering in the rewards they offer than in the renown which follows them. And if our lamps are lighted at the altar of ancient and modern learning, we may hope that a sacred fire will be kept burning, to shed its influence upon our institutions, and the duration of the Republic.

But after all, habits of mental and moral discipline are the first great objects in any system of instruction, public or private. The value of education depends far less upon varied and extensive acquirements than upon the cultivation of just powers of thought, and the general regulation of the faculties of the understanding. That it is not the amount of knowledge, but the capacity to apply it, which promises success and usefulness in life, is a truth that cannot be too often inculcated by instructors and recol lected by pupils.

If youth are taught how to think, they will soon learn what to think. Exercise is not more necessary to a healthful state of the body than is the employment of the various faculties of the mind to mental efficiency. The practical sciences are as barren of useful products as the speculative, where facts only are the objects of knowledge, unless the understanding is habituated to a continued process of examination and reflection.

No precocity of intellect, no promise of genius, no extent of knowledge, can be weigbed in the scale with those acquisitions. But he who has been the object of such sedulous attention, and the subject of such a course of instruction, may enter upon the great duties of life with every prospect of an honorable and a useful career. His armor is girded on for battle. However difficult the con juncture in which he may be called on to act, he is prepared for whatever may betide him.


The following scene may contain some slight shades and varieties of color. ing, but we fear may still be witnessed, in substance, throughout a great portion of our country.

As the Parson sat at his books one day

A rap at his door heard he;
The Parish Collector had called to pay

The Society's quarter fee.
A hundred dollars, and fifty more,

Were counted the parson's due,
Though small sum this, for ball a score,

To victual and clothe and shoe.

But the day had come, and for youthful sport

The parsonage ne'er displayed
A day like that, when this scant support

Was about to be promptly paid.
'The children danced, and giggled, and grinned,

And wriggled like eels in oil;
And smiles broke forth on the visage thinned

By fasting, and tears, and toil.
The Parish Collector sat him down,

And out of his pocket took
The tithes he'd gathered about the town,

Crammed into his pocket-book.
It was not much of a cram at that,

Though honey and milk indeed
Not milk enough for a starving cat,
Nor honey enough for need.

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