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Think ye my noble father's glave,
The pearls that on the handle flame,
The blade would quiver in thy breast,
A moment, and the funeral light
DARE AND DO.
Upward, -- onward ! Fellow workmen !
Ours the battle-field of life;
Pressing closer midst the strife!
Forward! in the strength of manhood,
Forward! in the fire of youth,
Arm thee in the mail of truth!
Though thy way be strewn with dangers,
Summer rain-drops lay the dust;
Which will ne'er belie thy trust.
Onward! Duty's path pursue;
Know the brave words-Dare and do!
Miller was a rough stone-mason;
Shakespeare, Goldsmith, Keats and Hood,
Had to toil as we, for food.
Sprang from ranks the rich call poor,
Had to wrestle, fight, endure.
Forward, then! bright eyes are beaming;
Fight, nor lose the conqueror's crown!
Take it, wear it, 'tis thine own!
Rise to manhood, glory, fame;
Of the gifted write thy name!
THE AMERICAN UNION.
He who sows the wind will reap the storm. History is the revelation of Providence. The Almighty rules, by eternal laws, not only the material but the moral world; and every law is a principle, and every principle is a law. Men, as well as nations, are endowed with free will to choose a principle, but that once chosen, the consequences must be abided. With self-government is freedom, and with freedom is justice and patriotism. With centralization is ambition, and with ambition dwells despotism. Happy your great country, sir, for being so warmly addicted to that great principle of self-government. Upon this foundation your fathers raised a home to freedom móre glorious than the world has ever seen.
Upon this foundation you have developed it to a living wonder of the world. Happy your great country, sir, that it was selected, by the blessing of the Lord, to prove the glorious practicability of a federative union of many sovereign states, all conserving their state rights and their self-government, and yet united in one —every star beaming with its own lustre, but altogether one constellation on mankind's canopy.
Upon this foundation your free country has grown to a prodigious power in a surprisingly brief period. You have attracted power, in that your fundamental principles have conquered more in seventyfive years than Rome by arms in centuries. Your principles will conquer the world. By the glorious example of your freedom, welfare and security, mankind is about to become conscious of its aim. The lesson you give to humanity will not be lost; and the respect of the state rights in the federal government of America, and in its several states, will become an instructive example for universal toleration, forbearance, and justice, to the future states and republics of Europe. Upon this basis will be got rid of the mysterious question of language and nationalities, raised by the cunning despotisms in Europe to murder liberty; and the smaller states will find security in the principles of federative union, while they will conserve their national freedom by the principles of sovereign self-government; and while larger states, abdicating the principle of centralization, will cease to be a blood-field to sanguinary usurpation, and a tool to the ambition of wicked men, municipal institutions will insure the developement of local particular elements. Freedom, formerly an abstract political theory, will become the household benefit to municipalities; and out of the welfare and contentment of all parts will flow happiness, peace and security of the whole. That is my confident hope. Then will at once subside the fluctuations of Germany's fate.
SCOTT AND THE VETERAN.
An old and crippled veteran to the War Department came.
And bore his stars in triumph behind the flying foes.
Have you forgotten Johnson, that fought at Lundy's Lane ?
’T is true, I'm old, and pensioned, but I want to fight again."
And here's the hand I gave you then, and let it tell you so ;
But, General!” cried the veteran, a flush upon his brow,
They've torn the flag of Lundy's Lane, our old red, white, and blue,
I could n't get the hang o’them, but I'll keep my powder dry! - God bless you, comrade!” said the Chief —“God bless your loyal heart !
But younger men are in the field, and claim to have their part.
But, General," — still persisting--the weeping veteran cried, “ I am young enough to follow, so long as you're my guide;
And some, you know, must bite the dust, and that, at least, can I;