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 BY D^ Cr COLESWORTHY. 
 
 O, be free, 
 And woo the light that bringeth joy to all : 
 It comes, it streaks the east, adoring falll 
 To thee it shall bring comfort. 
 
 Nathaniel Deering. 
 
 We may rejoice 
 "With an exceeding joy, and make our life — 
 Ay, this external life — become a part 
 Of that which is within, o'erwrought and rife 
 With faith, that childlike blessedness of heart. 
 
 Elizabeth Oakes Smith. 
 
 BOSTON: 
 BARRY AND COLESWORTHY, 
 
 66 CORNHILL. 
 1876. 
 

 FRANKLIN PRESS: 
 
 EAND, AVERY, AND COMPANY, 
 
 117 FRANKLIN STREET, 
 
 BOSTON. 
 
TO 
 THE MEMORY OF 
 
 SAMUEL FESSEE'DE:^; 
 
 THE ABLE JURIST AND WISE COUNSELLOR; 
 THE FEARLESS ADVOCATE OF HUMAN RIGHTS, AND THE 
 UNCOMPROMISING ENEMY OF OPPRESSION; 
 THE STATESMAN, THE PHILANTHROPIST 
 AND THE CHRISTIAN; 
 WHOSE LIFE WAS A LIVING EPISTLE OF KINDNESS, BENEVO- 
 LENCE AND charity; 
 
 WHOSE SOCIAL QUALITIES, LARGE HEART, 
 
 AND KINDLY DISPOSITION, 
 
 MADE HIM BELOVED ALIKE BY THE OLD AND THE YOUNG, 
 
 THE RICH AND THE POOR, 
 
 THE MASTER AND THE SLAVE; 
 
 WHO WALKED UPRIGHTLY BEFORE MAN, 
 
 AND HUMBLY TOWARDS GOD; 
 
 THE SUNNY RADIANCE OF WHOSE LIFE MADE THOUSANDS 
 
 HAPPIER AND BETTER; 
 
 TILL FULL OF YEARS AND OF WISDOM, 
 
 BY A TRIUMPHANT DEATH, 
 
 HE PASSED TO IIIS REWARD IN HEAVEN, 
 
 THIS WORK IS DEDICATED 
 
 BY IIIS GRATEFUL, DEVOTED AND 
 
 LIFELONG FRIEND, 
 
 D. C. COLESWORTHT. 
 
I]S"DEX. 
 
 Abbot, Father, 493. 
 
 Abbot, Ma'am, 184, 442. 
 
 Abolitionist, 496. 
 
 Abroad, people .and places, 381. 
 
 Accident and pain, 121. 
 
 Actions, kind, 79. 
 
 Act, liindly, 329. 
 
 Acts, disdainful, 295. 
 
 Acts, generous, 48. 
 
 Acts of love, 16. 
 
 Adams and liberty, 374. 
 
 Adams, Cbarles Francis, 472. 
 
 Adams, George E., 409, 410. 
 
 Adams, Isaac, 122, 414. 
 
 Adams, John M., 108, 395. 
 
 Adams, Mass., 360. 
 
 Adams, Solomon, 466. 
 
 Adams, Thomas, 407. 
 
 Adams, William D., 221, 465. 
 
 Addison, Joseph, 249. 
 
 Address to Seamen, 354. 
 
 Advertiser, Portland, 375, 388. 
 
 Affection, warm, 40. 
 
 African, 108, 298. 
 
 African colonization, thoughts on, 
 
 337. 
 African descent, 377. 
 African, the wild, 202. 
 Age and experience, 102. 
 Aged and infirm, 115. 
 Agency, fat, 75. 
 Agents, 317. 
 Age of Reason, 351. 
 Age, tottering, 55. 
 Aim, a noble, 41. 
 Airs of Palestine, 397. 
 Ake, Miss Bellie, 306. 
 Alcott, Amos B., 129, 418. 
 Alcott, Louisa M., 418. 
 Alderman, 432. 
 Alexander, 432. 
 Allen, Paul, 340. 
 Allen, William, 410, 461. 
 Allston, Washington, 426. 
 Almighty, 80. 
 Almighty hand, 123. 
 Almighty power, 169, 170. 
 America, 340. 
 
 American Bible Society, 447. 
 American Board, 352. 
 American, Daily, 420. 
 American Peace Society, 354. 
 Ames, Azel, 32, 359. 
 Amesbury, Mass., 426, 456. 
 
 Amherst, Mass., 334. 
 Anderson, Rufus, 202, 452. 
 Andover, Mass., 334,'411. 
 Andover, Me., 407, 414. 
 Andover Seminary, 334, 389, 409, 
 
 447, 449, 478. 
 Andrew, John Albion, 14, 335. 
 Angels, guardian, 328. 
 Angels, robes of, 330. 
 Anger, 34. 
 Antique, rare, 88. 
 Anti-Slavery Standard, 407. 
 Ants, laboring, 310. 
 Ape, harmless, 23. 
 Ape or calf, 20. 
 Apostle of peace, 353. 
 Appleton, John, 356. 
 Appleton, Mr., 393. 
 April sun, 321. 
 Aquatic sports, 41, 
 Arab, 298. 
 Ararat, 347. 
 Arcetri, 383. 
 Arches, heavenly, 326. 
 Arch, John, 453. 
 Ark, golden, 320. 
 Arkwrie-ht, 389. 
 Arminius, Life of, 362. 
 Arnold, Benedict, 28, 355. 
 Arrogant and vain, 60. 
 Ashburnham, Mass., 419. 
 Aspinwall, 411. 
 Ass, an, 53. 
 
 Astor, John Jacob, 43, 371. 
 Astor Libr.ary, 372. 
 Astrachan, 424. 
 Atherton, Charles, 440. 
 Atlantic Monthly, 397. 
 Atlantic Railroad, 342. 
 Atl.antic Souvenir, 478. 
 Attitude, threatening, 65. 
 Atwood, Moses, 486. 
 Auburndiile, 366. 
 Auburn, Mass., 408. 
 Auburn, N.Y., 478. 
 Augusta Age, 387. 
 Augusta, Me., 369. 
 Author, known to fame, 46. 
 Authors, good-natured, 67. 
 Authorship, 341. 
 Authors, just to, 45. 
 Autumn time, 326. 
 Avarice, 26, 131, 164. 
 Avery, John, 172, 437. 
 
 (V) 
 
VI 
 
 INDEX . 
 
 Bacchus, 36. 
 
 Back Cove, 415, 437, 445. 
 
 Back fields, 55, 156, 378, 430. 
 
 Back street, 250, 377, 437, 442, 477. 
 
 Bacon, Lord, 249, 389. 
 
 Bailey, George A., 101, 343, 389, 
 
 390, 391, 401, 403. 
 Baker, Asa, 184, 443. 
 Baker, George M., 129, 418. 
 Baker, James H., 185, 443. 
 Baker, Joshua, 487. 
 Ball and hoop, 52. 
 Ball, to hit a, 56. 
 Baltimore, 366. 
 Band, angel, 322. 
 Bangor, 353, 399, 405, 414, 443, 
 
 466. 
 Bangs, Nathan, 36, 362. 
 Banks, Elias, 466. 
 Baptism, use of, 406. 
 Barnes, Albert, 63, 382. 
 Barnstable, Mass., 445, 499. 
 Barre, Mass., 333, 470. 
 ]?arrett, Charles E., 356. 
 Barrett, John, 331. 
 Bartlett, Ichabod, 386. 
 Bartol, Cyrus, 386. 
 Bartol, Geo. M» 97, 385. 
 Base, severely, 46. 
 Bat and ball, 326. 
 Bath, Me., 381, 497. 
 Battle of Niagara, 339, 340. 
 ■ Beaoonsfteld, 429. 
 Beardstown, 111., 449. 
 Beauties of Festus, 387. 
 Beckett, Sylvester B., 112, 356, 
 
 378, 400, 403, 413. 
 Bee, the, 310. 
 Belfast, Me., 449. 
 Bell, Charles Henry, 30, 357. 
 Belles-lettres, 136. 
 Bellingham, 26. 
 Bell, schoolhouse, 76. 
 Benevolence, 164. 
 Benevolence and truth, 32. 
 Bennington, Vt., 336. 
 Benson, Vt., 411. 
 Bent, John, 37, 366. 
 Bentliam, Jeremy, 340. 
 Berrian, Francis, 374. 
 Berwick, Me., 376. 
 Beulah, 236. 
 Bib and gown, 134. 
 Bible, the, 39, 65, 66, 149. 
 Biddeford, Me., 416, 441, 477, 478. 
 Bigotry, days of, 40. 
 Billows, threatening, 218. 
 Bingham, Me., 444. 
 Biographical Sketches, 392. 
 Birch, shady, 63. 
 Birds and flowers, 25, 
 Birds' inspiring sound, 92. 
 
 Birth, ignoble, 80, 92. 
 
 Black man, the, 381. 
 
 Black Sea, 364. 
 
 Blackwood, 340. 
 
 Blanch ard, Charles, 479. 
 
 Blanch ard, Isaac G., 403. 
 
 Blank, life a, 34. 
 
 Blast, untoward, 22. 
 
 BUiehill, Me., 404. 
 
 Bodily defects, 118. 
 
 Boisterous language, 26. 
 
 Bolton, Mass., 371, 407. 
 
 Bombastic style, 241. 
 
 Bombay, 418. 
 
 Bones, shrivelled, 193. 
 
 Book, borrowed, 109. 
 
 Book, divine, 86. 
 
 Books, cheap, 316. 
 
 Books he loved, 58. 
 
 Books of history, 112. 
 
 Books, trashy, 306. 
 
 Book, useful, 78. 
 
 Bootjack, patent, 143. 
 
 Boothbay, 406. 
 
 Borf, a, 77. 
 
 Bores, 297. 
 
 Bosom, frozen, 50. 
 
 Boston, 335, 352, 367, 371, 372, 374, 
 376, 381, 392, 418, 466, 467, 497. 
 
 Boston, East, 443. 
 
 Boston Galaxy, 341. 
 
 Boston Harbor, 3^8. 
 
 Boston, History of, 401. 
 
 Bosto!i Recorder, 402, 419. 
 
 Boston, siege of, 357. 
 
 Boston, South, 465. 
 
 Boston Traveller, 449. 
 
 Botanical works, 364. 
 
 Bowdoin College, 331, 333, 335, 
 345, 369, 382, 385, 386, 400, 407, 
 414, 421, 449, 452, 460, 477, 478, 480. 
 
 Bowers, John, 500. 
 
 Bowers, Prudence, 500. 
 
 Bow in prayer, 260. 
 
 Boy, heaven-gifted, 64. 
 
 Boy, ill-bred, 168. 
 
 Boy, manly, 39. 
 
 Boy, noble, 142, 146. 
 
 Boys, bright, happy, 53. 
 
 Boys, group of, 65. 
 
 Boys, headstrong, 79. 
 
 Boys, heedless, 114. 
 
 Boys, vicious, 172. 
 
 Bozc, King, 55, 378. 
 
 Brackett's Letters, 331. 
 
 Bradford, Freeman, 379. 
 
 Bradford, George, 228, 466, 470. 
 
 Bradlee, Caleb D., 43, 371. 
 
 Bradley, Caleb, 410. 
 
 Braggart, a, 52. 
 
 Bramhall, George, 380. 
 
 Bramhall's Height, 59, 380. 
 
INDEX 
 
 VU 
 
 Bramhall's Hill, 461, 469,492. 
 Brass, unblushing, 135. 
 Bratish, General, 343. 
 Brawl, drunken, 81. 
 Breed, 31. 
 
 Brentwood, N.H., 386. 
 Brett, Martin, 16, 337, 410. 
 Bqpwer, Me., 391, 409. 
 Bribe, glittering, 218. 
 Bridge's Creek, Va., 383. 
 Bridge water, Mass., 337. 
 Bridgeton Academy, 407. 
 Briggs, George N., 360. 
 Bright, studious, sharp, 58. 
 Brighton, Me., 476. 
 Brinifield, Mass., 480. 
 Bristol, England, 468, 495. 
 Broad, Mr., 171, 436. 
 Broadway, 163. 
 Broadway, Chelsea, 433. 
 Broadway Church, 355. 
 Brooklyn, Conn., 407. 
 Brooklyn, N.Y„ 331, 332, 345, 
 
 385, 486. 
 Brooks, Cotton B., 450. 
 Brooks, James, 13, 331, 334. 
 Brooks, Peter C, 199, 450. 
 Brooks, Phillips, 196, 450. 
 Brother, 57. 
 
 Brother Jonathan, 340, 341. 
 Brougham, Lord, 396. 
 Brow, a noble, 54. 
 Brown, Catharine, 453. 
 Browne, Thomas, 479, 
 Browne, William, 466. 
 Brown, John B., 147, 423. 
 Brownson, Orestes A., 396. 
 Brown University, 334, 386, 408, 
 
 419, 472. 
 Brown, William Wells, 62, 381. 
 Bruce, Michael, 440. 
 Bruniejums, 115. 
 Brunswick, Me., 360, 391, 399, 409, 
 
 441, 463, 474, 480. 
 Brutes, savage, 297. 
 Bryant, Jonathan, 236, 477. 
 Brj'ant, Lemuel, 457. 
 Bryant, Wm. C, 494. 
 Buckingham, Joseph T., 340. 
 Buckminster, Joseish S., 426. 
 Bugle blast, 214. 
 I Bunker, 31. 
 
 Bunker Hill, 144, 352, 372. 
 Bumble-bee, 167. 
 Buntin, Samuel, 250, 485. 
 Burke, Edmund, 156, 191, 389, 
 
 428. 
 Burnham's Wliarf, 250, 486. 
 Burns, Henry B., 56, 379. 
 Burr, xVaron, 28, 354. 
 Burroughs, Eden, 398. 
 Burroughs, George, 110, 446. 
 
 Burroughs, Stephen, 398. 
 Burton, Asa, 408. 
 Butler, Daniel, 195, 447. 
 Butler, John, 54, 377, 473. 
 Butler's Hudibras, 396. 
 Butterflies, golden, 100. 
 Butter, rancid, 143. 
 Butter, rank, 220. 
 Buxton, David, 375. 
 Buxton, Me., 355. 
 Byfleld, Mass., 414. 
 Buzz, eternal, 126. 
 
 C.ISAR, 210. 
 
 Caesar's realm, 44. 
 
 Caflre, 202. 
 
 Calais, Vt., 478. 
 
 Calamities, great, 212. 
 
 Calf, golden, 124. 
 
 Calumet, the, 353. 
 
 Calvary's side, 256. 
 
 Cambridge bank, 382. 
 
 Cambridge, History of, 382. 
 
 Cambridge, Mass., 332, 381, 385, 
 
 390, 431, 500. 
 Canada, 398. 
 Canal bank, 345. 
 Cannons boom, 214. 
 Cant, whining, 69. 
 Cape Cod, 338. 
 Cape Elizabeth, Me., 334, 402, 420, 
 
 464, 465, 468. 
 Caps and plumes, 171. 
 Cap, slouching, 77. 
 Captivity in Babylon, 389. 
 Care and thought, 64. 
 Care, imps of, 319. 
 Carey Avenue Church, 362. 
 Carmel, N.Y., 332. 
 Carpenter, Cyrus, 230, 472. 
 Carrabasset, 369. 
 Carr, Edwin, 32, 359. 
 Carr, John, 52, 373. 
 Carruthers, James, 424, 466. 
 Carruthers, John J., 150, 424. 
 Carter, Artemas, 479. 
 Casco Bay, 378, 402. 
 Casco Bay, Chronicles of, 430. 
 Cash, Stephen, 178, 413. 
 Caste, chain of, 208. 
 Castle Island, 398. 
 Cause, righteous, 71. 
 Celt, illiterate, 283. 
 Central Congregational Church, 
 
 345, 373, 376, 500. 
 Central Row, 486. 
 Cents, pleading for, 314. 
 Cents, rusty, 69. 
 Centuries, sleep of, 165. 
 Chadwick House, 490. 
 Chamberlain, Mellen, 44, 372. 
 Chauuing, Kev. Dr., 384. 
 
Vlll 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 Chapel Church, 250, 
 
 Chapel Street, 402. 
 
 Chapin, Perez, 119, 410, 411. 
 
 Character, upright, 49. 
 
 Charity, Christian, 145. 
 
 Charity, noble, 257. 
 
 Charity, true, 316. 
 
 Charlestown, History of, 357. 
 
 Charlestown, Mass., 352, 418, 427. 
 
 Chase, Asa, 466. 
 
 Chase, Caleb, 186, 445, 466. 
 
 Chase, Salmon, 52, 373, 384. 
 
 Chase, Samuel, 59, 380. 
 
 Chase, Stephen B., 466. 
 
 Chaste language, 24. 
 
 Chatham Street, 378, 
 
 Chavagniac, France, 460. 
 
 Cheek, persistent, 90. 
 
 Cheever, Ira, 32, 359. 
 
 Chelsea Direetory, 373. 
 
 Chelsea, Mass., 331, 334, 352, 376, 
 
 391, 488, 499, 500. 
 Chester, N.H., 357, 445. 
 Chesterville, Me., 333. 
 Chew and smoke, 15, 29, 60. 
 Chichester, N.H., 476. 
 Chickerincc, John W., 43, 337, 371. 
 Child, bashful, 21. 
 Child, Christian, 37. 
 Child, fairy, 269. 
 Child, fretful, 67. 
 Child, overbearing, 38. 
 Child, Thomas, 429. 
 Children, gay, 58. 
 Child's Hill, 156, 429. 
 Child, ungrateful, 200. 
 China, 297. 
 Chirography, 129. 
 Christ, 61, 82. 
 Christ, asleep in, 323. 
 Christ, cross of, 325. 
 Christian, 64. 
 Christian Advocate, 362. 
 Christian band, 43. 
 Christian church, 198. 
 Christian graces, 108. 
 Christian heart, 110. 
 Christian knocks, 33. 
 Christian lad, 219. 
 Christian love, 105. 
 Christian Mirror, 116, 334, 337, 
 
 386, 390, 403, 410, 411, 414, 419, 
 
 449, 483. 
 Christian name, 199. 
 Christian Register, 407. 
 Christian temper, 81. 
 Christian Unity Society, 371. 
 Christian zeal, 237. 
 Christlike benevolence, 151. 
 Christlike mind, 24. 
 Church, Captain, 432. 
 Church, Christian, 286. 
 
 Church, once happy, 126. 
 
 Church or State, 54, 240. 
 
 Church, the, 16, 56. 
 
 Chute, John, 466. 
 
 Cicero, 347. 
 
 Cigar, vile, 81, 94. 
 
 Cimmerian glooms, 33, 276. 
 
 Cincinnati, 348, 358. 
 
 Citizen, useful, 89. 
 
 City glazier, 222, 467. 
 
 City ruins, 43. 
 
 Clay Cove, 378. 
 
 Clapton, 364. 
 
 Clark, Henry A., 52, 376. 
 
 Clark, Nathaniel G., 238, 478. 
 
 Clark, Seth, 443, 445. 
 
 Client, shaved, 47. 
 
 Clifton, England, 495. 
 
 Clinch, Joseph H., 101, 389. 
 
 Clinton, 408. 
 
 Clotel, 381. 
 
 Cloven foot, 190. 
 
 Cloven hoof, 23. 
 
 Clown, burly, 97. 
 
 Clown, genteel, 47. 
 
 Club, evangelic, 127. 
 
 Cobb, Daniel, 464. 
 
 Cobb, Lemuel, 221, 464, 465. 
 
 Cobb, Nathan, 466. 
 
 Cobb, Richard, 479. 
 
 Codman, Charies, 103, 380, 393. 
 
 Codman, R. A. L., 428. 
 
 Codman, Rev. Dr., 424, 461. 
 
 Coe, John, 479. 
 
 Cole, Charies, 411. 
 
 Coleman's Monthly Miscellany, 
 
 331. 
 Colesworthy, D. C, 356. 
 Colesworthy, Mary Jane, 500. 
 Colleague, a, 197. 
 College, Williams 333. 
 Collins, John, 440, 486. 
 Colonization Society, 360. 
 Commentators, selections from, 
 
 S82. 
 Common sense, 270. 
 Commonwealth of Massachusetts, 
 
 347. 
 Comprehensive Commentar}', 381. 
 Conceits and vanities, 92. 
 Concord, N.H., 353, 392. 
 Congenial souls, 24. 
 Congregational House, 352. 
 Congregaiionalist, 441. 
 Congregational Quarterly, 352, 
 
 448. ' 
 
 Congress Street, 402, 442. 
 Conscience dictates, 64. 
 Constantinople, 480, 487. 
 Consumptive, pale, 35. 
 Contentment, 155. 
 Conquer or restrain, 36. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 IX 
 
 Cook, Amos, 410. 
 
 Cook, Charles L., 410. 
 
 Cook, James, 43, 371. 
 
 Cooper, Fennimore, 44. 
 
 Coot, 118, 119. 
 
 Copp, Joseph A., 30, 355. 
 
 Copy slips, 137. 
 
 Cornish, N.H., 373. 
 
 Cornwall, England, 356, 445. 
 
 Corrupt and base, 37. 
 
 Corruption, 218. 
 
 Cot to Cot, 58. 
 
 Cot, widow's, 282. 
 
 Council hall, 95. 
 
 Coun terfeit and sham, 26. 
 
 Country's honors, 41. 
 
 Courts, inferior, 136. 
 
 Court Street, 415. 
 
 Cove, Clay, 56. 
 
 Coventry, Conn., 418. 
 
 Cove, the, 173, 437. 
 
 Covington, Kentucky, 499. 
 
 Cowhide shoes, 116. 
 
 Cowl and surplice, 18. 
 
 Cowpei-'s cottager, 420. 
 
 Cox, John, 418. 
 
 Crabtrees, the, 493. 
 
 Crabtree, William, 440. 
 
 Cranbrook, England, 346. 
 
 Creation's smiles, 114. 
 
 Creek, Long, 411, 413. 
 
 Creeks, winding, 160. 
 
 Creek, the, 118. 
 
 Crew, illicit, 51. 
 
 Crie, James, 56, 379. 
 
 Crime, aloof from, 63. 
 
 Crimea, 424. 
 
 Criminal, reproach the, 122. 
 
 Critic, a, 44. 
 
 Critic, honest, 45. 
 
 Critic, modern, 67. 
 
 Critic, wise in himself, 45. 
 
 Croakers, dull, 106. 
 
 Crocus, 318. 
 
 Cross-grained, 91, 126. 
 
 Cross, Nathaniel, 479. 
 
 Cross, sanctifies, 65. 
 
 Crow, a, 311. 
 
 Crown is won, 62. 
 
 Crowns, golden, 291. 
 
 Cuckoo, Ode to, 440. 
 
 Cumberland Centre, 406. 
 
 Cumberland County, 374. 
 
 Cumberland, Me., 455, 490, 495. 
 
 Cumberland Street, 360, 373, 376, 
 
 377, 378, 415, 430, 437. 
 Cummings, Asa, 119, 228, 333, 349, 
 
 386, 403, 410, 411. 
 Cummings, Stephen, 33, 360. 
 Cunners,''fi8h for, 55. 
 Curiosity, 103, 393. 
 Curse, hateful, 91. 
 
 Curse, prove a, 78. 
 
 Cur, whining, 284. 
 
 Cushing, Kev. Mr., 419. 
 
 Cushman, Bezaleel, 213, 457. 
 
 Custom House, 378. 
 
 Cutler, Samuel, 243, 482. 
 
 Cutter, David M., 479. 
 
 Cutter, Edward F., 196, 410, 449. 
 
 Cutter, Levi, 332, 449, 479, 432, 
 
 489, 493. 
 Cutter, William, 13, 331, 332, 356, 
 
 403, 410, 479. 
 
 Daffodil, 318. 
 
 Dana, Judge, 368. 
 
 Dana, Luther, 479. 
 
 Dana, Nathaniel, 479. 
 
 Daniell, Otis, 452. 
 
 Danvers, Mass., 359, 363. 
 
 Dartmouth College, 338, 357, 368, 
 
 372, 373, 398, 407, 414, 416, 419, 
 
 421, 445, 449, 456, 458. 
 Da%^is, Charles S., 218, 440, 460. 
 Davis, Edward S., 89, 384. 
 Davis, Matthew L., 354. 
 Day, an evil, 58. 
 Day, Calvin, 402. 
 Day, golden, 64. 
 Day, joyous, 56. 
 Deacons, faithful, 197. 
 Deacon's pew, 126. 
 Deane, Charles, 129, 416. 
 Deane, Samuel, 36, 333, 362. 
 Dean, John Ward, 21, 338. 
 Death delays, 203. 
 Deblois, Thomas A., 368, 393. 
 Deceits and treacheries, 231. 
 Deceptive, 35. 
 Dedhara, Mass., 362, 400. 
 Deeds, mighty, 42. 
 Deep, giants on, 285. 
 Deerlield, N. H., 421, 424. 
 Deering, James, .'569, 379. 
 Deering, Me., 385, 465. 
 Deering, Nathaniel, 41, 369, 403, 
 
 457, 493. 
 Deering's Bridge, 437. 
 Deering's Woods, 56, 379. 
 Deer Street, 379, 486. 
 Deity, a, 121. 
 Delight, base, 47. 
 Dell, haunted, 59. 
 Demagogue, wrangling, 143. 
 Den, the inebriate's, 194. 
 Despair, victim of, 59. 
 Destruction's open maw, 78. 
 Detroit, Mich., 346. 
 Devil, 95. 
 Devil, elder, 33. 
 Devil, incarnate, 124. 
 Devil, malice of a, 130, 223. 
 Devil's tail, 61. 
 
INDEX . 
 
 Dexter, Henry M., 28, 355. 
 
 Dial, the, 407. 
 
 Diamond Island, 378. 
 
 Diamond Isle, 55. 
 
 Dicks, John, 486. 
 
 Dignity, moral, 60 
 
 Dimes, paltry, 110. 
 
 Disdainful acts, 295. 
 
 Disgrace and infamy, 35. 
 
 Dives, 172. 
 
 Dix, Dorothea L., 270, 497. 
 
 Dix, Joseph, 497. 
 
 Dock Square, 450. 
 
 Doctor, a, 150. 
 
 Doctrines, fight for, 74. 
 
 Doddridge, Philip, 86, 462. 
 
 Domestic ring, 35. 
 
 Dorchester, Mass., 469. 
 
 Dorset, Vt., 480, 487. 
 
 Doubt, trembling, 230. 
 
 Douglas, Francis, 420. 
 
 Douglass, John A., 410. 
 
 Dover, England, 373. 
 
 Dow, Jonathan, 410, 466. 
 
 Dow, Josiah, 365. 
 
 Dow, Noal, 37, 365. 
 
 Down Easters, 341. 
 
 Downing, Major Jack, 396, 491. 
 
 Down-trodden, 41, 70. 
 
 Drake. Samuel G., 21, 338. 
 
 Draught, poisonous, 130. 
 
 Drawer, master's, 85. 
 
 Dream, chimeric, 286. 
 
 Dreams, blissful, 60. 
 
 Dress, homespun, 282. 
 
 Drew, Daniel, 13, 332, 
 
 Drink and fall, 57. 
 
 Drive a bargain, 36. 
 
 Drone, a, 39, 47, 207. 
 
 Drop, but a, 84, 130. 
 
 Drums, muffled, 214. 
 
 Drunkard's wife, 257. 
 
 Dryden, John, 370. 
 
 Dumont, M., .341. 
 
 Dumps and blues, 92. 
 
 Dunce, consummate, 67. 
 
 Dunce, thoughtless, 281. 
 
 Duplicity, 284. 
 
 Duren, Elnathan F., 221, 466. 
 
 Durham, Me., 374, 486. 
 
 Dwight, Eliz.abeth B., 258, 487. 
 
 Dwight, H. O. O. D., 487. 
 
 Dwight, Sereno E., 333, 351. 
 
 Dwiglit, Timothy, 334. 
 
 Dwight, William T., 13, 334, 378, 
 
 410, 445, 476. 
 Dyer, Alford, 358. 
 
 Eagle, the, 241, 481. 
 
 Eastern Argus, 116, 387, 395, 399, 
 
 402, 420, 491. 
 Eastern Argus Revived, 387. 
 
 Eastern Cemetery, 436. 
 
 E.astern Farmer, 388. 
 
 East Haddam, Conn., 350, 367. 
 
 East Walpole, Mass., 365. 
 
 East 'Windsor, Conn., 447. 
 
 Ecclefechan, Scotland, 424. 
 
 Echo, the, 370. 
 
 Eddy, William, 346. 
 
 Eddy, Zachary, 24, 345. 
 
 Eden, 235. 
 
 Eden-bower, an, 48. 
 
 Editor, an, 46, 150. 
 
 Editor, foolish, 22. 
 
 Editor, self-wise, 17. 
 
 Editor, the, 69. 
 
 Editor, the, we prize, 70. 
 
 Editor, wheedling, 68. 
 
 Edwards, John, 403. 
 
 Edwards, Jonathan, 25, 351, 354. 
 
 Edwards, Samuel, 466. 
 
 Edwards, Thomas, 375. 
 
 Edwards, William E., 375. 
 
 Egotistical display, 63. 
 
 Egyptian crypts, 165. 
 
 Egyptian flight, 149. 
 
 Election week, 29. 
 
 Elements, heated, 285. 
 
 Elf, roguish, 109. 
 
 Eliovich, John Bratish, 341. 
 
 EUingwood, John W., 410. 
 
 Elm Tavern, 393. 
 
 Eloquence, 20. 
 
 Emerson, George B., 163, 432. 
 
 Emery, Caleb, 129, 416. 
 
 Emmons, Nathaniel, 39, 367, 408. 
 
 Enemies, subtle, 46. 
 
 England, 341, 355, 364, 375. 
 
 English divine, 350, 367. 
 
 English grammar, 352. 
 
 Epic, powerful, 42. 
 
 Erebus, dark as, 47. 
 
 Errata, 78, 339. 
 
 Error, 19. 
 
 Essex Institute, 364. 
 
 Essex, Hist. Col., 364. 
 
 Europe, 334, 340, 405, 487. 
 
 Evening hour, 41. 
 
 Evening^, precious, 112. 
 
 Evil eye, 209. 
 
 Evil, foster, 20. 
 
 Evil schemes, 136. 
 
 Evils, wink at, 01. 
 
 Ewer, Charles, 115, 401. 
 
 Example, 298. 
 
 Exceeding joy, 322. 
 
 Excellence, genial, 66. 
 
 Exch.ange Street, 445. 
 
 Excitement, wihl, 313. 
 
 Exeter, N. H., 353, 419, 486. 
 
 Experiment, 390. 
 
 Express, New York, 335. 
 
 Eye, flashing, 65. 
 
INDEX 
 
 XI 
 
 Eye, scornful, 293. 
 Eye, the poet's, 113. 
 
 Face, brazen, 46. 
 
 Face, grand, 40. 
 
 Face, sunny, 292. 
 
 Fahrenheit, 81. 
 
 Fairbanks, George, 112, 399. 
 
 Faith and prayer, 28. 
 
 Faith, a parent's, 39. 
 
 Fala, 440. 
 
 Fahiiouth, Me., 373, 376, 377, 380, 
 
 424, 435, 441, 442, 498. 
 Falsehood, resort to, 46. 
 Faraday, Michael, 28, 355. 
 Farmington, N. H., 369, 408. 
 Farlej', Charles, 479. 
 Fashion, halls of, 263. 
 Fashion's devotee, 267. 
 Fashion's maze, 259. 
 Fate, blinded, 271. 
 Father's hand, 328. 
 Father's voice, 330. 
 Father, your, 57. 
 Fault, a trifling, 53. 
 Faults, others, 55. 
 Favorite, a general, 56. 
 Favorite, village, 266. 
 Favors, thankless for, 152. 
 Fay, Francis B., 13, 331. 
 Fay, Frank B., 258. 
 Federal Republicans, 346. 
 Federal Street, 415, 442, 497. 
 Felon's home, 38. 
 Fernald, Joseph G., 242, 481. 
 Fern, tasselled, 310. 
 Fessenden and Deblois, 386, 395. 
 Fessenden, Joseph P., 410. 
 Fessenden, Samuel, 39, 40, 368, 466. 
 Fessenden, William, 368. 
 Fessenden, William Pitt, 369. 
 Fields, James T., 249, 484. 
 Fight, bloodless, 95. 
 Fights for justice, 38. 
 Fire and liberty, 38. 
 First Parish Church, 490. 
 Fisher, Jonathan, 403. 
 Fish Street, 414. 
 Fist, doubled, 65. 
 Fitz, Eustace C, 35, 361. 
 Fletcher, Timothy, 250, 486. 
 Flint, Timothy, 374. 
 Flirt, a, 259. 
 Flocks, bleating, 312. 
 Florence, Ala., 499. 
 Florence, Italy, 358, 383, 487. 
 Flowerets, choicest, 325. 
 Foes, unconquerable, 82. 
 Foe, treacherous, 301. 
 Foibles, pleased to detect, 46. 
 Fold, heavenly, 330. 
 Follies, ape the, 60. 
 
 Folly, 18, 307. 
 
 Folly, brazen, 47. 
 
 Folly, dogmatic, 139. 
 
 Folly, pride and sin, 58. 
 
 Folly rules, 287. 
 
 Folsom, Amelia, 490. 
 
 Fool, a, 67. 
 
 Fool, bombastic, 21. 
 
 Fool, inflated, 44. 
 
 Fools, learned, 134. 
 
 Foot, 8herift"'s, 54. 
 
 Fops, foolish, 23. 
 
 Forensic Club, 331. 
 
 Forest and shore, 390. 
 
 Fore Street, 378, 486. 
 
 Forget-me-not, 318. 
 
 Forgiveness, 48. 
 
 Forks, the, 444. 
 
 Forsaith, Thomas, 479. 
 
 Fort Hudson, 365. 
 
 Foster, Robert, 400. 
 
 Fourth, the glorious, 173. 
 
 Fowler, Samuel P., 36, 363. 
 
 Foxberry leaves, 167. 
 
 Foxcroft, Colonel, 374. 
 
 Fox, Edward, 156, 356, 428. 
 
 France, 364. 
 
 Franklin, Benjamin, 170, 435, 471, 
 
 496. 
 Franklin, Mass., 355, 367. 
 Freak, fortune's, 295. 
 Freedom of the will, 351. 
 Freeman, Charles, 406. 
 Freeman, Samuel, 58, 157, 374, 380, 
 
 406, 429, 430, 440, 466. 
 Freeman, Samuel D., 380. 
 Freeport, Me., 475. 
 Free Street, 486. 
 Fretful, 200, 289. 
 Friend, divine, 103. 
 Friend of my youth, 96. 
 Friend, slighted, 39. 
 Friends, Society of, 366, 489. 
 Frost, Charles, 410. 
 Frost, Rufus S., 13, 335. 
 Frothingham, Richard, 31, 357, 
 
 372. 
 Frowns, the master's, 137. 
 Fruits, immortal, 95. 
 Fruit, unripened, 59. 
 Fryeburg. Me., 368, 391, 414. 
 Fry, Elizabeth, 260, 489. 
 Fry, Joseph, 489. 
 Fulton, J. D., 180, 440. 
 Furies, untamed, 308. 
 Fury, inflated, 66. 
 Future punishment, 355. 
 
 Gabriel, 64, 94. 
 
 Gala-beat, 55. 
 Galileo, 86, 383. 
 Gall, pen in, 47. 
 
Xll 
 
 INDEX 
 
 Gambler, bloated, 104. 
 Games, fond of, 104. 
 Gardner, Francis, 120, 412. 
 Gardner, John D., 250, 482, 486. 
 Garments, patched and rent, 27. 
 Garments, tattered, 257. 
 Garrctson, Life of, 362. 
 Garrison, William Lloyd, 15, 336, 
 
 366, 493, 496. 
 Gas, full of, 89. 
 Gate, heavenly, 64. 
 Gazette, 222. 
 
 Genealogical Register, 338. 
 GenerarCourt, 335. 
 Generous and good, 22. 
 Generous aspirations, 49. 
 Generous heart, 33. 
 Genial showers, 36. 
 Genius and utility, 41. 
 Genius, eagle-eyed, 230. 
 Genius, heart of, 70. 
 Genius of Universal Emancipation, 
 
 336. 
 Genius, shattered, 58. 
 Genius, slumberinar, 80. 
 Gentle and kind, 229. 
 Gentle, mild and good, 57. 
 Geometry, elements of, 396. 
 George's clown, 118. 
 Georgetown, Mass., 359. 
 Georgia Legislature, 337. 
 Germany, 364. 
 Gerrish, Joseph M., 52, 374. 
 Gerrish, Oliver, 493. 
 Ghoul, frenzy of a, 190. 
 Giant rogues, 59. 
 Gifts, colloquial, 284. 
 Gillet, EUphalet, 410. 
 Gilmore, John Q., 52, 372. 
 Gilson, Helen L., 488. 
 Girl, ill-natured, 290. 
 Girls, group of, 326. 
 Girls, happy, 253. 
 Girl, stalwart, 2S6. 
 Give, 316. 
 
 Gladness, smile of, 303. 
 Glass, social, 129, 178. 
 Glcason, Frederick, 412. 
 Globe, 383. 
 Globe Bank, 393. 
 Globe, Daily, 52. 
 Glories, summer, 325. 
 Gloucester, England, 383. 
 Goads, cruel, 128. 
 God, 66. 
 
 Goddard, Charles W., 156, 428. 
 Goddard, Henry, 479. 
 God, faith in, 293. 
 God, love of, 137. 
 God of mercy, 130. 
 God's higher law, 192. 
 God's own linger, 68. 
 
 God's sweet smile, 205. 
 
 Gold, 164. 
 
 Goldau, 339. 
 
 Golden eggs, 59. 
 
 Golden rule, 58. 
 
 Gold, hoarded, 50. 
 
 Goldschmidt, Otto, 487. 
 
 Goldsmith, Oliver, 138. 
 
 Gold, streets of, .330. 
 
 Gold, tempting, 72. 
 
 Goold, William, 443, 499. 
 
 Gorham, Me., 333, 384, 402, 419, 
 
 445, 474, 483, 485. 
 Goshen, Mass., 371. 
 Goslin, precious, 93. 
 Gospel, 34. 
 Gossip, love to, 278. 
 Gough, John B., 37, 364. 
 Gould, Edward, 467. 
 Gould, Hannah F., 258, 488. 
 Gould, Moses, 459. 
 Gould, Susan, 445. 
 Governor of Maine, 368. 
 Gowanda, N.Y., 3.34. 
 Grace, debt to, 215. 
 Grace, Elizabeth, 261, 489. 
 Graces, Christian, 285. 
 Granary Burying-ground, 433. 
 Grandames, 128. 
 Grandames of .yore, 88. 
 Grass, fragrant, 59. 
 Grateful shade, 164. 
 Gratitude and love, 40. 
 Grave, a felon's, 53. 
 Grave, dishonored, 78. 
 Graves, Mark, 35, 361. 
 Gray, Asa, 36, 364. 
 Gray, Edward, 466. 
 Gray locks, 113. 
 Gray, Me., 381, 423, 438, 
 Gray, Thomas, 138. 
 Great Mysteries, 342. 
 Greek Slave, 358. 
 Greeley, Allen, 410. 
 Greeley, Eleazer, 442. 
 Greeleys, the, 493. 
 Greene, Roscoe G., 26, 352. 
 Greenfield, Mass., 333, 334. 
 Greenleaf, Simon, 148, 393, 423. 
 Greenock, England, 355. 
 Green Street Church, 381. 
 Grief, antidote for, 65. 
 Griffin, Edward D., 25, 350. 
 Griffin, Joseph, 399. 
 Grin, a devil's, 110. 
 Groggery, tempting, 120. 
 Group, happy, 52. 
 Group, unassuming, 29. 
 Groves, John, 127,^416. 
 Guest, angel, 321. 
 Gun House, 171. 
 Gunnison, John, 410. 
 
INDEX 
 
 Xlll 
 
 Gurley, Royal, 213, 458. 
 Gurney, John, 489. 
 
 Hack, drove a, 263. 
 
 Hacker, Jeremiah, 457. 
 
 Hackney, 364. 
 
 Hades, 121. 
 
 Hades' jaws, 36. 
 
 Haines, Edward P., 356. 
 
 Hair, golden, 318. 
 
 Hair, flaxen, 64. 
 
 Hair, to split a, 77. 
 
 Hale, David, 495. 
 
 Hale, Sarah Josepha, 262, 495. 
 
 Halifax, N.8., 433. 
 
 Hall, Daniel, 498. 
 
 Hall, Gordon, 129, 418. 
 
 Hall, Jedediah, 373. 
 
 Hall, Joel, 52, 373, 378. 
 
 Hall, Moses, 56, 378. 
 
 Hallock, William A., 418. 
 
 Halloo, wild, 54. 
 
 Hall, Peter, 54, 176, 376, 378, 440. 
 
 Hall, Simeon, 479. 
 
 Halo, warm and bright, 42. 
 
 Hamblin, George, 185, 445. 
 
 Hamilton, Alexander, 354. 
 
 Hamilton College, 382. 
 
 Hamlin, Cyrus, 238, 258, 478, 487. 
 
 Hamlin, Henrietta, 487. 
 
 Hammond, William, 24, 345. 
 
 Hamon, 446. 
 
 Hampton Court. 355. 
 
 Hampton, N. II., 445, 483. 
 
 Hands, blistered, 77. 
 
 Handwick, N. Y., 366. 
 
 Hanover, Mass., 482. 
 
 Hanover, N. H., 397. 
 
 Hans, Harry, 439. 
 
 Hans, William, 57, 379, 393. 
 
 Harangue, low, 138. 
 
 Harbinger of Peace, 353. 
 
 Hardicanute, 494. 
 
 Harding, Charles, 385, 
 
 Hardwick, Centennial at, 382. 
 
 Hardwick, Mass., 382. 
 
 Harmon, Benjamin, 466. 
 
 Harrington, William Henry, 44, 
 
 174, 439. 
 Harris, Moses T., 410. 
 Hartford Churchman, 372. 
 Hartford, Conn., 447, 489. 
 Hartford Convention, 385. 
 Hartshorn, Oliver S., 479. 
 Harvard College, 94, 332, 346, 367, 
 
 369, 371, 374, 384, 393, 400, 401, 
 
 403, 412, 417, 428, 431, 432, 450, 
 
 471, 477, 482, 484. 
 Harvard School, 418. 
 Haskell, John W., 479. 
 Hat, seize his, 63. 
 HaverhiU, Mass., 361, 367, 400, 486. 
 
 Hayes, Erastus, 183, 441. 
 
 Hay, fresh-made, 309. 
 
 Headstrong and wild, 30. 
 
 Heard, Franklin F., 249, 484. 
 
 Hearse, a dismal, 114. 
 
 Heart, a nation's, 42. 
 
 Heart, graces of, 92. 
 
 Heart of kindness, 34. 
 
 Heart, selfish, 210. 
 
 Heart, social, 56. 
 
 Heaven's unerring rule, 109. 
 
 Hebe, 289. 
 
 Hebrew Lexicon, 404. 
 
 Hebron Academy, 399. 
 
 Hebron, Me., 457. 
 
 Hell, dialect of, 47. 
 
 Hell, gambler's, 194. 
 
 Hell, verge of, 81. 
 
 Help and bless, delight to, 48. 
 
 Hemmenway, John, 232, 354, 422, 
 
 475. 
 Hemmenway, Moses, 476. 
 Hentz, Caroline Lee, 499. 
 Hentz, N. M., 499. 
 Herculean laborer, 122. 
 Hero, Christian, 41. 
 Hester, 78, 400. 
 High Street Church, 344, 371. 
 Hill, Frank A., 31, 358. 
 Hill, George, 339. 
 Hillocks, green, 312. 
 Hill, Rocky, 380. 
 Hill-Side Church, 371. 
 Hill, William H., 199, 450. 
 Hindoo, 202. 
 Hindoo saint, 325. 
 Historical Sermon, 352. 
 History of Redemption, 351. 
 Hobart, Charles, 410. 
 Hobgoblin tales, 33. 
 Hog Island, 55, 378. 
 Holden, Charles, 112, 399, 403. 
 Holland, 364. 
 
 Hollis Street Church, 339, 396. 
 Holmes, Oliver Wendell, 163, 432. 
 Holy Ghost, 137. 
 Holy One, 214. 
 Homes, pleasant, 56. 
 Homespun vest, 33. 
 Honor, crowned with, 285. 
 Honor, gain, 56. 
 Hoole, Joseph, 466. 
 Hoop, to beat, 56. 
 Hope, 303. 
 
 Hopkinton, N.H., 359. 
 Hornburn, Ichabod, 189, 446. 
 Horse, lightning, 197. 
 Horse-race, 78. 
 Horse-race show, 156. 
 Horses fast, drive, 83. 
 Horton, Robert, 224, 468. 
 Hosannas, 217. 
 
XIV 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 Hottentot, 298. 
 
 Hour, gloomy, 64. 
 
 Howard and Napoleon contrasted, 
 
 353. 
 Howard, John, 37, 364. 
 Howard, Judge, 331. 
 Howe, Apollo, 488. 
 Howe, Caroline D., 258, 488. 
 Howe, Edward, 479. 
 Howe, Nathan, 430. 
 How, John, 466. 
 Hub, 434. 
 
 Hub, almighty, 166. 
 Huckler's liow, 118, 239, 410. 
 Humble-bees, 69. 
 Humility, 321. 
 Hunnewell, Colonel, 374. 
 Huntington, Dr., 446. 
 Huntington, William, 231, 475. 
 Hunt's Magazine, 388. 
 Hurrah, wild, 62. 
 Huse, James, 466. 
 Hussey, Samuel F., 64, 376, 497. 
 Hussey, Thankful, 273, 497. 
 Hut, squalid, 211. 
 Hyde, William, 466. 
 Hymn, 322. 
 Hypocrisj', 83. 
 
 I AND Conscience, 404. 
 
 Icy streets, 128. 
 
 Ideas, confused, 72. 
 
 Idols, 73. 
 
 Idols, darling, 74. 
 
 Ignorance, inflated, 180. ' 
 
 Ike, humorous, 31. 
 
 Ilchester, England, 488. 
 
 Ilsley, Charles P., 101, 390, 410, 
 
 417, 493. 
 Ilsley, Hosea, 31, 358. 
 Ilsley, Robert, 440. 
 Impolitic, 203. 
 Impudence, 287. 
 Impudence, bold, 75. 
 Impudence, frothy, 63. 
 India, 356. 
 Indian, 298. 
 Indian wars, 374. 
 Indian weed, 29. 
 Infantry, 171, 436. 
 Infidel, 33. 
 Inflated, 20. 
 
 Ingraham, James M., 466. 
 Ingraham, Joseph H., 120, 412, 
 
 479. 
 Iniquity, thoughts of, 61. 
 Innuendo, 284. 
 Insect, 304. 
 
 Instructor, Sabbath School, .390. 
 Instrument, squeaking, 283. 
 Insurance, life, 90. 
 Integrity, 221, 222. 
 
 Intellect, dwarfish, 144. 
 
 Intemperance, 36, 82. 
 
 Intrigues and tricks, low, 46. 
 
 Ipswich, Mass., 459. 
 
 Ire, feel his, 100. 
 
 Irish brogue, 250. 
 
 Irish Mike, 23. 
 
 Irving, Washington, 44, 249. 
 
 Isaiah, rapt, 328. 
 
 Island, town and fort, 77. 
 
 Isle of France, 486. 
 
 Isle of Jersey, 433. 
 
 Italy, 364. 
 
 Jackas.s, 68, 241. 
 
 Jack Slack, 108, 397. 
 
 Jackson, Benjamin, 476. 
 
 Jackson Freelove Luce, 476. 
 
 Jackson, George E. B., 477. 
 
 Jackson, Henrietta, 480. 
 
 Jackson, Henry, 234, 466, 476, 479. 
 
 Jack, the meanest boy, 187. 
 
 Jade, a wary, 118. 
 
 Jameson, Thomas, 410. 
 
 Japan , 298. 
 
 Jasmine, 310. 
 
 Jealousies, or fears, 126. 
 
 Jeers and ridicule, 181. 
 
 Jefferson, 347. 
 
 Jehus, 198. 
 
 Jenkins, Charles, 13, 333, 334, 356, 
 
 410, 441, 466, 470. 
 Jenkins, Huldah, 410. 
 Jenkins, Jonathan L., 334. 
 Jenkins, Joseph, 470. 
 Jenks, William, 63, 381. 
 Jerusalem, 30. 
 Jesus, 214. 
 Jesus, blest in, 323. 
 Jesus' feet, 62. 
 Jewett, Jedediah, .356. 
 Jewett, John P., 390, 418. 
 Jezebel, 269. 
 Jockey, careless, 198. 
 Jocund and hajipy, 27. 
 Jocund throng, 24. 
 Johnson, Samuel, 134, 410. 
 Joint, lower, 76. 
 Jokal, Asa Miner, 357. 
 Jones, Elijah, 410. 
 Jordan, Winthrop S., 221, 465. 
 Journal, Boston, 52. 
 Journals, dailj-, 215. 
 Jove, 2Stj. 
 Joy, divine, 55. 
 Joy, exuberant, 268. 
 Joy, grateful, 330. 
 Joy, unbounded, 55. 
 Juan Fernandez, 371. 
 Judas Iscariot, 446. 
 Judge, a, 44. 
 Juice, maple, 143. 
 
INDEX 
 
 XV 
 
 Juice, nauseous, 204. 
 July, 91. 
 
 Juniper, 166, 310. 
 Jupiter, 67. 
 Just and brave, 41. 
 Justice, 39, 205. 
 Justice, frown, 168. 
 Justice of the Peace, 95. 
 Justioe,'pleading for, 40. 
 Justice, sword of, 224. 
 Justice weeps, 2u3. 
 
 Keep Cool, 339. 
 Kellogg, Elijah, 231, 346, 472. 
 Kelvedon, England, 381. 
 Kennebunk, Me., 432, 458. 
 Kennebunkport, Me., 386, 441. 
 Kent, Edward, 27, 353. 
 Ketch, Johnny, 68. 
 Kibby, Epaphras, 30, 356. 
 Kidd, Robert, 38. 
 Kidd, William, 366. 
 Killeran, Edward, 33, 360. 
 Kind and thoughtful, 58. 
 Kindnesses, little, 288. 
 Kindness, smile of, 48. 
 Kind to a fault, 24. 
 Kingdom and thrones, 72. 
 King or serf, 70. 
 King's Chapel, 370. 
 King's College, 389. 
 King Street, 458, 491. 
 King, Thomas Starr, 357. 
 Kitchen fire, 136. 
 Kite, favorite, 55. 
 Kite, to fly, 56. 
 Kittery, Me., 481. 
 Knave, a, 74, 210. 
 Knee, supple, 148. 
 Knight, Oliver, 183, 441. 
 Knight, wandering, 240. 
 Knitting work, 359. 
 Knives, scouring, 306. 
 Knoll, grassy, 294. 
 Knowledge, school of, 136, 169. 
 Knowles, Rev. Mr., 27, 353. 
 Knox, Henry, 26, 352. 
 
 Lad, conscientious, 30. 
 
 Lad, curious, 170. 
 
 Ladd, William, 27, 353, 410, 422, 
 
 476, 493. 
 Lad, gentle, 41. 
 Lad, peevish, 66. 
 Lad, stately, 63. 
 Lad, vicious, 21. 
 Lad, wonderful, 63. 
 La Fayette, Marquis de, 218, 332, 
 
 384, 460. 
 Lake, 306. 
 Lamkins, 313. 
 Lancaster, Mass., 331, 3S6, 488, 499 
 
 Lancaster, N. H., 423. 
 
 Lancey, John, 397. 
 
 Landscapes, sketching, 57. 
 
 Language, boisterous, 125. 
 
 Language, impure, 49. 
 
 Language, low or nide, 57. 
 
 Language, vile, 203. 
 
 Langworthy, Isaac P., 351. 
 
 Largo, Scotland, 371. 
 
 Latch, welcome, 284. 
 
 Lathrop, Harriet W., 258, 487. 
 
 Laugh and chat, 63. 
 
 Laugh, joyoils, 292. 
 
 Laws, wholesome, 54. 
 
 Leach, John, 474. 
 
 Leaps, fantastic, 133. 
 
 Leaves, dying, 113. 
 
 Leavitt, Joshua, 151, 425. 
 
 Lebanon, N. H., 392. 
 
 Legal chaps, 47. 
 
 Legal muss, 47. 
 
 Legislative halls, 14. 
 
 Legislature of Maine, 334. 
 
 Le Hentz, Caroline, 273. 
 
 Lempster, N. H., 482. 
 
 Levant, Me., 418. 
 
 Lewis, Benjamin, 114, 461. 
 
 Lewiston, Me., 418. 
 
 Lexington, Ken., 381. 
 
 Lexington, Mass., 469. 
 
 Libby, Joseph, 30, 331, 355, 406. 
 
 Liberator, the, 336, 496. 
 
 Liberty Bell, 407. 
 
 Lie, never told a, 146. 
 
 Life but a dream, 251. 
 
 Life, endless, 66. 
 
 Life, the laborer's, 153. 
 
 Light, George W., 186, 403, 446. 
 
 Lightning's flash, quick as, 37. 
 
 Light on Dark River, 487. 
 
 Lights, moral, 316. 
 
 Lily, 318. 
 
 Limerick, Me., 406, 441. 
 
 Lime Street, 477. 
 
 Limington, Me., 398, 406. 
 
 Lincoln, Abraham, 42, 388, 449. 
 
 Lincoln, Enoch, 369. 
 
 Lincoln, Royal, 479. 
 
 Lind, Jenny, 255, 437. 
 
 Line and hook, 41. 
 
 Lines, leaded, 215. 
 
 Lion's hide, 179. 
 
 Lion's skin, 1.35. 
 
 Lip, telltale, 264. 
 
 Lisbon, 384, 
 
 Litchfield, Conn., 396. 
 
 Little Plagues, 342. 
 
 Livermore, Me., 335. 
 
 Loaves and fishes, 74. 
 
 Locke, John, 249. 
 
 Logan, John, 180, 339, 440. 
 
 Logic, defective, 70. 
 
XVI 
 
 INDEX . 
 
 London, 364, 333. 
 Londonderry, N.IL, 357. 
 London Missionary Society, 350. 
 Longfellow, Alexander, 385. 
 Longfellow, Henry W., 240, 385, 
 
 499. 
 Longfellow, Samuel, 385. 
 Longfellow, Stephen, 96, 384, 385, 
 
 461. 
 Long wood, 485. 
 Looks of love, forgiving, 48. 
 Lord, Charles A., 97, 386, 403. 
 Lord, William, 479. 
 Loring, Nicholas, 491. 
 Lotteries, injurious effects of, 386. 
 Louder call, 94. 
 Louisiana, 336. 
 Lovejoy, Daniel, 410. 
 Lovejoy, Elijah P., 407. 
 Love, rejoice in, 29. 
 Lovewell's Fight, 369. 
 Lowell, Charles, 425. 
 Lowell, Illinois, 367. 
 Lowell, Mass., 419. 
 Lowell, William, 440. 
 Lunch, free, 211. 
 Lundy, Benjamin, 38, 336. 
 Lunenburg, Mass., 374. 
 Lunt, Peter, 479. 
 Luther, 328. 
 Lynn, Mass., 365, 384. 
 
 Macaulay, 396. 
 
 Machias, East, 407. 
 
 Machias, Me., 405. 
 
 Madison, N.Y., 332. 
 
 Madras Mission, 487. 
 
 Magnetic Telegraph, 387. 
 
 Mahommedans, 357. 
 
 Maid, lovelorn, 284. 
 
 Maine, courts and lawyers of, 400. 
 
 Maine Missionary Society, 406. 
 
 Maine, State of, 175. 
 
 Maine Woods, 338. 
 
 Maiden, Mass., 427. 
 
 Mallalieu, Willard F., 27, 353. 
 
 Malta, 487. 
 
 Mammas, talkative, 197. 
 
 Man, good old, 224. 
 
 Maniac, harmless, 54. 
 
 Maniac's brow, the, 59. 
 
 Manners, pleasing, 34. 
 
 Man, noble, 214. 
 
 Man's equality, 40. 
 
 Manuscripts, important, 191. 
 
 Marble blocks, 31. 
 
 Mariano, Florida, 499. 
 
 Mariner, David D., 138, 403, 420. 
 
 Market Street, 443. 
 
 Marlborough, N. H., 305. 
 
 Marsh, Christopher, 410. 
 
 Marshfleld, 359. 
 
 Marston, Eliza, 491. 
 
 Martin, Penelope, 491. 
 
 Martyn, Henry, 30, 356. 
 
 Masonic Temple, 418. 
 
 Massachusetts laws, 115. 
 
 Massasoit, 432. 
 
 Master's praise, 213. 
 
 Master's sight, 228. 
 
 Matheson, James, 367. 
 
 Matthew's Gospel, 350. 
 
 May, flowers of, 302, 492. 
 
 Mayo, Misses, 490. 
 
 Mayor, future, 27. 
 
 Mayo's Hill, 123, 415. 
 
 Mayo Street, 172, 437. 
 
 McLellan, Arthur, 468. 
 
 McLellan, Capt., 416. 
 
 McLellan, Charles W., 442. 
 
 McLellan, George, 442. 
 
 McLellan, William, 116, 184, 402. 
 
 Mead, Asa, 410. 
 
 Meal, sifting, 306. 
 
 Meats, tainted, 220. 
 
 Mechanic Blues, 171, 436. 
 
 Medfield,400. 
 
 Medford, Mass., 397, 399, 450. 
 
 Melancthon, 328. 
 
 Mellen, Frederick, 478. 
 
 Mellen, Grenville, 331, 477. 
 
 Mellen, Prentiss, 238, 477. 
 
 Men, active, 38. 
 
 Men, energetic, 41. 
 
 Men, noblest, 89. 
 
 Men of consequence, 67. 
 
 Men, powers of, 64. 
 
 Men, reckless, 54. 
 
 Merchant, 20, 142, 164. 
 
 Mercy's call, 317. 
 
 Mercy's c.iuse, 308. 
 
 Mercy's door, 271, 321. 
 
 Merit, blind to, 45. 
 
 Merrill, Alfred, 466. 
 
 Merrill, James, 356. 
 
 Merrill, Paul E., 149, 424, 466. 
 
 Merrill's Row, 486. 
 
 Merrimack River, 333. 
 
 Middleborough, 400. 
 
 Middle Street, 379. 
 
 Middletown, Conn., 361. 
 
 Mighels, Jesse W., 403. 
 
 Millionaires, craftv, 124. 
 
 Mills, Samuel J., 34, 360. 
 
 Miltimore, Rev. Mr., 362. 
 
 Milton, John, 80, 383. 
 
 Mind, godlike, 61. 
 
 Miner, Alonzo A., 245, 482. 
 
 Minister, my, 334. 
 
 Ministers, 20, 60, 72, 73, 83, 144, 
 
 189. 
 Ministry, faithful, 74. 
 Minneapolis, Minn., 453. 
 Minot, Me., 353. 
 
INDEX 
 
 XVll 
 
 Miracle, work a, 110. 
 Miscellany, 337. 
 Mischief, world of, 54. 
 Mischievous resort, 52. 
 Miser, a, 213, 233, 234. 
 Misfortune, 54, 183. 
 Misfortune, darlv, 206. 
 Misfortune's soul, 212. 
 Missiles, dangerous, 54. 
 Mission, evil, 85. 
 Mississippi Valley, 374. 
 Miss, modest, 280.- 
 Misspent hours, ghosts of, 98. 
 Mitchell, Ammi K., 389. 
 Mitchell, David Mobec, 100, 389, 
 
 410. 
 Mitchell, Jacob, 489. 
 Mitchell, Reuben, 479. 
 Mitchell, William C, 466. 
 Mites, widows', 316. 
 Mock, the old, 108. 
 Modesty, unconscious, 302. 
 Moina, chambers of, 493. 
 Moloch, 244. 
 Monmouth, 353. 
 Montreal, 424. 
 Moody, Amy, 411. 
 Moody, Coot, 411. 
 Moody, Enoch, 221, 465, 479. 
 Moody, Franklin C, 356. 
 Moody, Lemuel, 440. 
 Moose Alley, 56, 379. 
 More, Hannah, 179, 265, 495. 
 Morgan, Jonathan, 239, 480. 
 Morose and fretful, 106. 
 Morse, Edward 8., 170, 436. 
 Morse, Professor, 288, 387. 
 Morristown, N.Y., 382. 
 Morton, Reuben, 486. 
 Mosquito, vile, 45. 
 Mother, your own, 206. 
 Mottled trout, 41. 
 Mount Auburn, 370. 
 Mountfort, Edmund, 429. 
 Mountfort, George, 429. 
 Mountfort Hill, 156, 429. 
 Mountfort, John, 429. 
 Mountfort, Napoleon B., 430. 
 Mountfort Street, 429. 
 Mount Joy, 174, 437, 438. 
 Mount Vernon, 383. 
 Mourt's Relations, 355. 
 Mowatt, Captain, 442, 444. 
 Munjoy's Hill, 55, 378, 415. 
 Munjoy, John, 437. 
 Music, 64. 
 Mussel beds, 173. 
 Mussey, Charles, 457. 
 Mussej', John, 457. 
 Musty manuscripts, 44. 
 Musty shelf, 36. 
 Mutual-admiration curs, 22. 
 
 Muzzey, A. B., 220, 469. 
 Mystic nothingness, 33. 
 My country, 29. 
 Myrtle Street, 377. 
 
 Name, curses upon his, 110. 
 
 Name, reproach upon, 53. 
 
 Names, harsh, 61. 
 
 Names, provoking, 23. 
 
 Naples, Me., 425. 
 
 Napoleon, 389. 
 
 Nason, Elias, 132, 133, 369, 
 
 Natchez, Miss, 412, 485. 
 
 Natick, Mass., 369, 419. 
 
 National Independence, 346. 
 
 National Philanthropist, 336. 
 
 Nation's rise and fall, 62. 
 
 Nature, 25. 
 
 Nature in bloom, 204. 
 
 Nature, inspired by, 42. 
 
 Nature, pulse of, 310. 
 
 Nature's child, 21. 
 
 Natures, cross-grained, 66. 
 
 Nature's flashing light, 66. 
 
 Nature's gifted son, 41. 
 
 Nature's hymns, 312. 
 
 Nature's works, 170. 
 
 Nature, waspish, 66. 
 
 Neale, Rollin 11,, 472. 
 
 Neal, John, 23, 44, 334, 339, 372, 
 
 373, 393, 394, 396, 397, 403, 440, 
 
 457, 472, 481, 493, 498. 
 Neal, Rachel Wilson, 273, 490, 
 
 498. 
 Neal's History of the Puritans, 
 
 402. 
 Neal, William H., 206, 455. 
 Neat habits, 24. 
 Neatness, devoid of, 77. 
 Neck Pond, 123, 415. 
 Neighbor, 57. 
 Newark, N.J., 350, 354. 
 New Bedford, Mass., 439. 
 New Braintree, Mass., 403. 
 Newbury, Mass., 358, 377. 
 Newburyport, 336, 359, 383, 396, 
 
 482. 
 Newbury's mines, 299. 
 Newell, 'Harriet, 355, 486. 
 Newell, Samuel, 486. 
 New England, 366. 
 New England Farmer, 363. 
 New England Genealogical .So- 
 ciety, 402. 
 New England patriots, 82. 
 New England vales, 26. 
 New Gloucester, Me.. 368, 423, 
 
 495. 
 Newhall, William, 175, 439. 
 New Haven Seminary, 447. 
 New Jersey College, 351. 
 Newmarket, N.H., 398. 
 
XVIU 
 
 INDEX 
 
 Newington Butts, 355. 
 Newport, N.H., 495. 
 Newton, Isaac, 86, 383. 
 Newton, John, 80. 
 Newton, Mass., 381, 469. 
 New York, 372, 491. 
 New York City, 365, 386. 
 Nichols, Ichabod, 13, 332, 493. 
 Niclinames, 56. 
 
 Nightingale, Florence, 255, 487. 
 Night, shadows of, 56. 
 Night Thoughts, 383. 
 Niles, Stephen R., 108, 397. 
 Nincompoop, inflated, 74. 
 Nobility, true, 51. 
 Nonesuch River, 413. 
 Nonsense, whirl of, 286. 
 Noonday heat, 59. 
 Norfolk, England, 351. 
 Northampton, Mass., 345, 463. 
 Nortli Andover, Mass., 487. 
 North Billerica, Mass., 420. 
 North Brookftcld, Mass., 407. 
 North Carolina, 492, 499. 
 North Stonington, Conn., 351. 
 North Yarmouth, Me., 331, 333, 
 
 389, 411, 431, 450, 452, 466, 477, 
 
 489. 
 Norwich, Conn., 355, 487. 
 Notes on nursing, 487. 
 Nova Scotia, 389. 
 Novelette, ilashy, 267. 
 Nowell, Moses, 466. 
 Nowcrs, Thomas W., 52, 373. 
 Numbers, lisping in, 41. 
 
 Oaks, broad-armed, 59. 
 Observatory, the, 176, 440. 
 Obstinate or rude, 147. 
 Odd and whimsical, 105. 
 Odds, severe, the, 90. 
 Ohio, 358, 408. 
 Old and gray, 158. 
 Old books, 31. 
 Old manuscripts, 36. 
 Open, frank, 105. 
 Oppress the poor, 55. 
 Orange, N. Y., 409. 
 Orange peel, 121. 
 Oregon, 250. 
 Orono, Me., 335. 
 Orthodox, self-righteous, 33. 
 Orton, Job, 384. 
 Osgood, George L., 32, 359. 
 Osgoods, the, 493. 
 Ossoli, Mrs., 441. 
 Otho, 340. 
 Overbearing, 1C2. 
 Owhyhee, 371. 
 Owlish eyes, 45. 
 Oxen, laboring, 128. 
 Oxford, Connr, 361. 
 
 Oxford County, Sketches of, 407. 
 Oxnard, Ann Maria, 490. 
 Oxnard, Edward, 469. 
 
 Paddock, Adino, 163, 433. 
 
 Page, Harlan, 132, 418. 
 
 Page, Horatio N., 103, 391. 
 
 Paige, Lucius R., 64, 382. 
 
 Paine, Robert Treat, 52, 373. 
 
 Paine, Thomas, 26, 351. 
 
 Panama, 411. 
 
 Pangs, mental, 66. 
 
 Pants, tattered, 77. 
 
 Pap, governmental, 216. 
 
 Paradise, 61. 
 
 Paradise Lost, 383. 
 
 Paragon of vice, 29. 
 
 Paragraph, inflated, 107. 
 
 Paragraph, odious, 47. 
 
 Paris, Me., 366, 369. 
 
 Paris, N.Y., 364. 
 
 Parker, Judge, 458. 
 
 Parkhurst, John L., 247, 403, 483. 
 
 Park, Professor, 409, 449. 
 
 Park Street Church, 333, 350, 361, 
 
 402. 
 Parlin Pond, 444. 
 Pan-is, Albion K., 461, 464. 
 Parris, Samuel, 364. 
 Parsons, Isaac, 453. 
 Partingtonian patchwork, 359. 
 Partington, Life of, 359. 
 Part no more, 325. 
 Partridge, 312. 
 Passions, sordid, 154. 
 Passions, unholy, 61. 
 Pastor, a noble, 108. 
 Pastor's last words, 352. 
 Patchoguc, L.I., 397. 
 Patience, out of, 76. 
 Patriarchs, 223. 
 
 I'atten, Stephen, 208, 339, 456, 493. 
 Paul, 26, 94, 198, 199. 
 Paul, feariess, 328. 
 Paul, honest, 74. 
 Payson, Edward, 25, 132, .333, 346, 
 
 349, 402, 406, 411, 415, 419, 424, 
 
 456, 458, 464, 473, 495. 
 Payson, Seth, 419. 
 Poabody, Andrew P., 333. 
 Peabody, G-eorge, 363. 
 Peace, heavenly, 232. 
 I'eace, inward, 79. 
 Peace, reign of, 80, 293. 
 Pearl, Cyril, 410. 
 Peail Street, 442. 
 I'cckham, Samuel H., 410. 
 Peeled, 41. 
 Peet, Joseph, 410. 
 Pencil, guide his, 57. 
 Pennies, 315. 
 Penny-a-liner, a, 45. 
 
INDEX . 
 
 XIX 
 
 Penny, bright, 52. 
 
 Pen, really with, 5T. 
 
 Penurious wretch, 212. 
 
 Perseverance, 277. 
 
 Persia, 357. 
 
 Pert and proud, 267. 
 
 Peruvian mines, 135. 
 
 Peterborough, N. Y., 419. 
 
 Pewter platters, 282. 
 
 Philadelphia, 334, 382, 435, 495. 
 
 Philip, King, 163, 432. 
 
 Philip's war, 355. 
 
 Phillips Academy, 386. 
 
 Philiips, John, 123, 415. 
 
 Phillips, Wendell, 38, 367. 
 
 Phinney, Edward, 483. 
 
 Phipsburg, Me., 420. 
 
 Phiz, sanctimonious, 69. 
 
 Piece, disdainful, 305. 
 
 Pierce, Joslah, 485. 
 
 Pierpont, John, 44, 339, 396, 481. 
 
 Pines, mountain, 309. 
 
 Pine, towering, 166. 
 
 Pink, 318. 
 
 Pilgrims, 21. 
 
 Pillar, noble, 56. 
 
 Pill, bitter, 127. 
 
 Pinkney's son, 23. 
 
 Pipe, filthy, 15, 177, 204. 
 
 Pipes, make our, 61. 
 
 Piscataqua, 373. 
 
 Pistareen, 199. 
 
 Pitchwood Hill, 363. 
 
 Pittstield, Mass., 360, 461. 
 
 Plane and bit, 28. 
 
 Planks, rotten, 106. 
 
 Play on, 326. 
 
 Play, tired of, 57. 
 
 Pleasure's door, 205. 
 
 Plodding, drudge, 44. 
 
 Plover, 41. 
 
 Plumb, Albert H., 13, 334. 
 
 Plymouth, Mass., 346, 406. 
 
 Plymouth, N. H., 449. 
 
 Pocket knife, 28. 
 
 Polar iceberg, 50. 
 
 PoUeys, William, 54, 176, 377, 440. 
 
 Polls, the, 44. 
 
 Pomeroy, Thaddeus, 333, 410. 
 
 Pomposity, 45. 
 
 Pompous youth, 44. 
 
 Pomroy, Swan L., 410. 
 
 Pond, Enoch, 408. 
 
 Poole, Alexander, 33, 360. 
 
 Pools, filthy, 219. 
 
 Poor and old, 65. 
 
 Poor and weak, 41. 
 
 Poor, John A., 122, 414. 
 
 Poor, worthy, 58. 
 
 Pope, Alexander, 240, 443, 446. 
 
 Pope, Joseph, 479. 
 
 Popinjay, independent, 210. 
 
 Portico, 339. 
 
 Portland, 331, 332, 333, 334, 338, 
 352, 356, 358, 360, 362, 365, 366, 
 368, 369, 370, 371, 372, 373, 374, 
 375, 377, 379, 380, 381, 382, 390, 
 393, 395, 397, 400, 402, 406, 411, 
 416, 417, 423, 428, 436, 437, 441, 
 442, 443, 446, 449, 450, 453, 458, 
 459, 461, 465, 467, 468, 470, 476, 
 477, 483, 485, 490, 492, 497, 498, 
 499, 500. 
 
 Portland Academy, 346. 
 
 Portland Advertiser, 334, 458, 477. 
 
 Portland children, 55. 
 
 Portland Courier, 396, 491. 
 
 Portland Directory, 400. 
 
 Portland Exchange, 342. 
 
 Portland Gazette, 116, 347, 369, 375, 
 40.3, 414. 
 
 Portland Genius, 496. 
 
 Portland, History of, 391, 400. 
 
 Portland Illustrated, 342. 
 
 Portland Pier, 128. 
 
 Portland Press, 399. 
 
 Portland Society of Natural His- 
 tory, 401. 
 
 Portland Transcript, 390. 
 
 Portland Tribune, 116, 341, 369, 
 390, 393, 399, 400, 403, 412. 
 
 Portsmouth, N.H., 332, 353, 359, 
 386, 401, 409, 450, 476, 484. 
 
 Portugal, 364. 
 
 Possessions, best, 74. 
 
 Power, Almighty, 226. 
 
 Power and grace, 64. 
 
 Power incomprehensible, 79. 
 
 Powers, Iliram, 31, 358. 
 
 Powers, mental, 58. 
 
 Powhatan, 397. 
 
 Pownal, Me., 411. 
 
 Pi-ates, incessant, 71. 
 
 Pratt, Caleb, 26, 352. 
 
 Prayer, morning and evening, 39. 
 
 Prayer, sordid, 122. 
 
 Prayer, the sailor's. 111. 
 
 Prayer, wings of, 88. 
 
 Prayer, words, 75. 
 
 Preachers, 61. 
 
 Preach, moral lessons, 66. 
 
 Preble, Enoch, 417. 
 
 Preble, George H., 129, 417. 
 
 Prejudice, a blow at, 40. 
 
 Prentiss, Elizabeth, 265, 349, 495. 
 
 Prentiss, George, 485. 
 
 Prentiss, Seargent 8., 250, 485. 
 
 President, mother of a, 254. 
 
 Press, Christian, 19. 
 
 Press, daily, 388. 
 
 Press of Maine, History of, 399. 
 
 Press, the, 17. 
 
 Pretence, manifold, 66. 
 
 Prevaricate and lie, 124. 
 
XX 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 Prickly burrs, 136. 
 
 Pride and passion, 99. 
 
 Pride and show, 210. 
 
 Pride, injured, 289. 
 
 Pride, lump of, 93. 
 
 Pride, sin of, 275. 
 
 Pride, wounded, 80. 
 
 Prince, cultured, 283. 
 
 Prince, David Gushing, 490, 494. 
 
 Prince, John M., 479. 
 
 Prize, glittering, 217. 
 
 Profane language, 203. 
 
 Progress of religion, 383. 
 
 Project, wicked, 130. 
 
 Prout, John, 171. 
 
 Front's Neck, 413, 436. 
 
 Prouty, Delia, 318, 499. 
 
 Providence, 35, 56. 
 
 Providence, bounteous, 49. 
 
 Providence, K. I., 361, 418, 460. 
 
 Public Library, 418. 
 
 Puff and spit, 81. 
 
 Pulpit, boat the, 134. 
 
 Pulpit or throne, 34. 
 
 Punchard, George, 196, 449. 
 
 Puritanic stock, 82. 
 
 Puritanic times, 192. 
 
 Purpooduck, 115, 402. 
 
 Putnam, Israel, 332. 
 
 Pygmy, shrink to a, 63. 
 
 Quaint Prints, 115. 
 
 Quaker, a noted, 367. 
 
 Quaker Church, 184, 443, 497. 
 
 Quaker Meeting-House, 442. 
 
 Quarrelsome, 176. 
 
 Quarterly, Consjregational, 334, 
 
 408. 
 Quarterly Register, 408. 
 Queen of May, 326. 
 Quick as a flash, 205. 
 Quick to trade, 36. 
 Quincy, Marcus, 479. 
 Quincy, Samuel M., 222, 467. 
 Quint, Alonzo H., 52. 
 Quixote-like, 47. 
 Quoddy Bay, 250. 
 
 Rabble Crowd, 44. 
 Rachel Dyer, 341. 
 Ramsgate, 489. 
 Rand, Asa, 132, 377, 403, 419. 
 Randolph, 339. 
 Ranger, brig, 490. 
 Ranks, disreputable, 89. 
 Ranks, editorial, 108. 
 Raven's sombre wing, 46, 106. 
 Reason is fled, 58. 
 Reason's flame, 54. 
 Rebuke, harsh, 145. 
 Record on high, 32, 
 Redemption's song, 39. 
 
 Red-head, little, 117. 
 
 Reed, Andrew, 39, 367. 
 
 Reflections, unkind 281. 
 
 Religious Magazine, 407. 
 
 Remark, a foul, 202. 
 
 Remark, coarse, 284. 
 
 Republic, rise of the, 357. 
 
 Rest, eternal, 326. 
 
 Retreat, green, 55. 
 
 Revenge, red, 70, 131. 
 
 Revolutionary soldier, 378. 
 
 Revolutionary war, 352. 
 
 Rhvraes with reason, 359. 
 
 Robert College, 480. 
 
 Robinson Crusoe, 371. 
 
 Rochester, N. H., 421. 
 
 Rock, firm as a, 42. 
 
 Rockland, Me., 449. 
 
 Rock, shadowy, 166. 
 
 Rock, stable as a, 72. 
 
 Rocks that ring, 42. 
 
 Rocky Hill, 69, 166, 435. 
 
 Rod and stafl', 407. 
 
 Rogers, Charles, 457. 
 
 Roman nose, 176. 
 
 Roman orator, 347. 
 
 Rome, N. Y., 381. 
 
 Roof, burning, 37. 
 
 Rope, a felon's, 85. 
 
 Rowe, Elizabeth, 258, 488. 
 
 Rowley, Mass., 415, 465. 
 
 Roxbury, Mass., .334, 372, 389, 443. 
 
 Rice, Alexander H., 226, 469. 
 
 Rice and Kendall, 469. 
 
 Rice, Simeon T., 465. 
 
 Richardson, Alford, 500. 
 
 Richardson, Charles A., 28, S55. 
 
 Ridicule, 201. 
 
 Rights of others, 66. 
 
 Rights, Woman's, 286. 
 
 Right, the, 51. 
 
 Rindge, N.H., 346, 419, 483. 
 
 Ringe, John L., 410. 
 
 Rising Son, 381. 
 
 Rogers, Charles, 482. 
 
 Rumford, Me., 395. 
 
 Rum, league Avith, 23. 
 
 Ruby, Reuben, 62, 381. 
 
 Russell, Edward, 162, 431. 
 
 Sabbath-day, 53. 
 
 Sabbath School Instructor, 331. 
 
 Saccarappa, Me., 416, 455. 
 
 Saccarappa sleds, 128. 
 
 Sacred Book, 254. 
 
 Saint, modern, 199. 
 
 Saint, unction of, 94. 
 
 Sale, John, 52, 373. 
 
 Salem, Mass., 332, 374, 407, 449. 
 
 Salem witchcraft, 364. 
 
 Salisbury, Mass., 361. 
 
 Samson, 351. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 XXI 
 
 Sandgate, England, 364. 
 
 Sanford, Me., 416. 
 
 San Francisco, Cal., 361. 
 
 Satan, 22, 177, 212. 
 
 Satan's triumph, 83. 
 
 Savage, James, 457, 458. 
 
 Saviour, a, died, 141. 
 
 Saviour's breast, 326. 
 
 Sawyer, Lemuel, 490. 
 
 Saxon word, a, 76. 
 
 Scandal, tale of, 283. 
 
 Scarborough, Me., 120, 411, 413. 
 
 Schoolday scenes, 327. 
 
 Schoolmate, careless, 42. 
 
 Schoolmates, unkind, 61. 
 
 School Street, 442, 497. 
 
 Scorner's chair, 98. 
 
 Scorpion's stings, 120. 
 
 Scorpion whip, 130. 
 
 Scottish warrior, 86. 
 
 Scrip, antique, 31. 
 
 Scroll of fame, 112. 
 
 Sea, boundless, 148. 
 
 Seabrook, N.H., 365. 
 
 Sea, lashed, 35, 79. 
 
 Searsport, 405. 
 
 Second Parish Church, 366, 406. 
 
 Secretary of State, 352. 
 
 Secrets, neighbors', 284. 
 
 Self-esteem, 179. 
 
 Self-inflated, 191. 
 
 Selfishness, 50. 
 
 Solf-love, 22. 
 
 Self, our dear, 36. 
 
 Self-respect, 79. 
 
 Self-will and tyranny, 195. 
 
 Self-willed and vain, 45. 
 
 Selkirk", Alexander, 43, 371. 
 
 Senate Hall, 62. 
 
 Sense, lack of, 63, 135. 
 
 Sermons on war, 407. 
 
 Seventy-Six, 339. 
 
 Sewall, Harriet, 273, 498. 
 
 Sewall, Jotham, 196, 333, 410, 448. 
 
 Sewall, Samuel E., 498. 
 
 Sewall, William B., 214, 440, 458. 
 
 Shakespeare, Ode, 393. 
 
 Shakespearean beauties, 103. 
 
 Shakespeare, William, 240, 446. 
 
 Sham, age of, 214. 
 
 Shame and woe, 57. 
 
 Shaw, Daniel, 483. 
 
 Shaw, Thomas, 483. 
 
 Shaw, Justice, 426. 
 
 Sheafe, William, 56, 379. 
 
 Sheldon, Nathan W., 410. 
 
 Shelf, leaning on, 62. 
 
 Shepard, Elizabeth, 438, 439. 
 
 Shepard, Joseph, 426. 
 
 Shepard, Lewis, 438. 
 
 Shepard, Ma'am, 174. 
 
 Shepard, Old Massa, 153. 
 
 Shepard, Rushworth, 175, 439. 
 Shepley, David, 410. 
 Sherburne, Judge, 373. 
 Shibboleth, 18. 
 
 Shillaber, Benjamin P., 31, 359. 
 Shirley, Arthur, 122, 396, 403, 414, 
 
 415, 466, 470. 
 Showers, summer, 66. 
 Shurtleff, Nathaniel B., 115, 401, 
 Sibley, John L., 13, 162, 332. 
 Sibley, Solomon, 431. 
 Sign, creaking, 292. 
 Sigouruey, Charles, 488. 
 Sigourney, Lydia H., 260, 488, 489. 
 Simpleton, haughtyj 22. 
 Simplicity and truth, 24. 
 Sincerity and love, 203. 
 Singer, Walter, 488. 
 Sin, haunts of, 39. 
 Sin, paths of, 110. 
 Sin's blighting touch, 49. 
 Sin, whirl of, 43. 
 Skies, welcome, 39. 
 Skillings, Louisa, 411. 
 Skin, dark, 61. 
 Skins, purer white, 61. 
 Sky, starlit, 80. 
 Slander, 131, 207, 272. 
 Slanderer's tongue, 207. 
 Sleds, ponderous, 128. 
 Sleep, wakes from, 63. 
 Sloven, 167. 
 Sluggard's door, 122. 
 Small, Nathaniel, 144, 422. 
 Smart and shrewd, 124. 
 Smile, a, 88. 
 Smith, Elizabeth Oakes, 262, 39T, 
 
 403, 490. 
 Smith, Francis O. J., 100, 386. 
 Smith, Isaac, 479. 
 Smith, Joseph, 155, 427. 
 Smith, Samuel H., 229, 471. 
 Smith, Seba, 108, 396, 491. 
 Smith, Thomas, 362. 
 Smoke, poisonous, 219. 
 Sneak, guilty, 78. 
 Snell, Thomas, 408. 
 Sniveller, pious, 76. 
 Snobs and knaves, 24. 
 Snob, perfect, 23. 
 Society of Cincinnati, 353. 
 Soldiers, 171. 
 Somerset Street, 352. 
 Somei-ville, Mass., 399, 400, 446. 
 Song, artless, 137. 
 Song, child of, 302. 
 Son, graceless, 53. 
 Sorrow and despair, 54. 
 Sorrow and distress, 26, 39. 
 Sorrow, cheering, 41. 
 Soule, Charles, 331. 
 Soul, midnight of, 59. 
 
XXll 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 Soul, noble, 58. 
 
 Souls, deluded, 308. 
 
 Soul, vicious, 42. 
 
 Southborough, 331. 
 
 Southgate, Horatio, 466. 
 
 Southgate, Wni. S., 413. 
 
 South Hadley, Mass., 472. 
 
 South Paris, Me., 337. 
 
 Spain, 364. 
 
 Sparkling bowl, 43. 
 
 Speaking of himself, 62. 
 
 Speech or song, 24. 
 
 Speech, pleasant, 42. 
 
 Spelling-book and slate, 55. 
 
 Spiders, 168. , 
 
 Spinning-jenny, 264j 
 
 Spirit, a craven, 154, 165. 
 
 Spirit, genial, 275. 
 
 Spirit of the Pilgrims, 408. 
 
 Spirit of the Times, 336. 
 
 Spirit, rebellious, 65. 
 
 Sports, aquatic, 77. 
 
 Spotless life, 247. 
 
 Spraguo, Charles, 103, 393. 
 
 Sprague, William B., 351. 
 
 Spread, aim to, 307. 
 
 Springfield, Mass., 441. 
 
 Springville, N.Y., 345. 
 
 Sprouts, brainless, 23. 
 
 Spurgeon, Charles H., 61, 381. 
 
 Spurwink, 171, 436. 
 
 Spurwink River, 413. 
 
 Squad, listening, 62. 
 
 Squeaking fife, 43. 
 
 Squeamishness, 295. 
 
 Squirrel, a, 311. 
 
 Stackpole, Charles A., 42, 356, 370. 
 
 Stackpole, David, 479. 
 
 Staff, criticising, 67. 
 
 Staff, with his, 57. 
 
 Stamford, Conn., 363. 
 
 Standish, Me., 483. 
 
 Staples, Carroll, 466. 
 
 Stapleton, England, 495. 
 
 Star, brilliant, 63. 
 
 Stars of promise, 57. 
 
 Staten Island, 354. 
 
 Stearns, President, 449. 
 
 Stebbins, Isaac, 36, 363. 
 
 Steele, Eben, 123, 415, 479. 
 
 Steele, Richard, 249. 
 
 Stepping heavenward, 349. 
 
 Sterling, Mass., 477. 
 
 Stevens, Ebenezer C, 466. 
 
 Stevens, Jeremiah, 479. 
 
 Stevens, Lucy, 431. 
 
 Sticks, crooked, 127, 246. 
 
 Stockbridge, Vt., 345. 
 
 Stockholm, Sweden, 487. 
 
 Stone, Andrew L., 34, 361. 
 
 Stone, Colonel, 331. 
 
 Stone, Samuel, 410. 
 
 Stones and turf, 57. 
 Stone, Thomas T., 407, 493. 
 Storer, Bellamy, 348. 
 Storer, Woodbury, 348, 466. 
 Stores to rent, 212. 
 Story, Judge, 384. 
 Stow, Mass., 332. 
 St. Paul's Church, 427. 
 St. Petersburg, 424. 
 Strains, panegyric, 215. 
 Stratford, Conn., 362. 
 Strauss, Johann, 64, 359. 
 Strawberries, 311. 
 Street, public, 77. 
 Street Thoughts, 355. 
 Strengtlt, manhood's, 162. 
 Strong, E. E., 389. 
 Stroud, George M., 408. 
 Stroudsburg, Ponn., 408. 
 Stuart, Jonathan, 440. 
 Studious, 62. 
 Stump, behind the, 57. 
 Stump, pitchy, 142. 
 Sturdivant, Cyrus, 207, 455. 
 Subscription list, 314. 
 Success, wonderful, 20. 
 Sumner, Charles, 42, 191, 370. 
 Sun of righteousness, 40. 
 Sun's oblique rajs, 62. 
 Superstition's night, 66. 
 Surety, our, 208. 
 Surges, angry, 218. 
 Sutton, Mass., 431. 
 Swanville, Me., 372. 
 Swan, William, 479. 
 Sword, the, 353. 
 Sympathy, 60, 60, 151, 288. 
 
 Tahiti, 297. 
 
 Tappan, Arthur, 336. . 
 
 Tappan, Benjamin, 410. 
 
 Tarbox, Increase N., 195, 447. 
 
 Tar, simple, 43. 
 
 Taste, uncorrupted, 203, 
 
 Taunton, Mass., 374. 
 
 Taylor, General, 387. 
 
 Tea, less strong, 72. 
 
 Temper, 289, 290. 
 
 Temperance Sermon, 352. 
 
 Temper, even, 56. 
 
 Temper, obstinate, 126. 
 
 Temper, sunny, 201. 
 
 Temper, violent, 296. 
 
 Tcnnej-, Alonzo C, 52, 376. 
 
 Thanatopsis, 240. 
 
 Third Church, 333, 379, 466, 467. 
 
 Thirsty fields, 36. 
 
 Thistles, 312. 
 
 Thomas, Benjamin F., 230, 472. 
 
 Thomas, Edward II., 497. 
 
 Thomas, Elias, 495. 
 
 Thomas, Elizabeth, 270, 495. 
 
INDEX 
 
 XXUl 
 
 Thomas, George A., 64, 382, 497. 
 Thomas, Isaiah, 472. 
 Thomas, Josiah Lord, 496. 
 Thomastoii, Me., 353. 
 Thomas, William W., 497. 
 Thompson, Edwin, 37, 365. 
 Thomson, James, 240. 
 Thorburn, Grant, 351. 
 Thoreau, Henry D., 21, 338. 
 Thornton, Eliza, 410. 
 Thoughtful and studious, 30. 
 Thought, brilliant, 70. 
 Thought, burdened with, 42. 
 Thought, curious, 102. 
 Thought, dreamy, 83. 
 Thought, golden, 58. 
 Thought, public, 40. 
 Throng, blood-bought, 35. 
 Throng, convivial, 129. 
 Thurston, David, 410. 
 Thurston, Father, 408. 
 Thurston, Stephen, 405. 
 Time, 64. 
 
 Titcomb, Henry, 430. 
 Titcomb's Wharf, 156, 430. 
 Tobacco, 72. 
 Tobacco-juice, 167, 
 Tobacco-smoke, 60, 80. 
 Todd, Thomas, 137, 399, 420, 443, 
 
 479. 
 Tolland, Mass., 418. 
 Tongue, a tattling, 264. 
 Tongue, clattering, 76. 
 Tongue, heedless, 57. 
 Tongue, rattling, 286. 
 Tongues, glib, 63. 
 Tongue, slippery, 124. 
 Tongue, stripling's, 92. 
 Top, to spin, 56. 
 Torringford, Conn., 360. 
 Tower, old ruined, 240. 
 Trader's Bank, 392, 467. 
 Trailing arbutus, 492. 
 Tramp, literary, 68. 
 Trasli, William B., 225, 469. 
 Treasury Board, 315. 
 Trees, 57, 163, 164, 227, 311. 
 Trickster, snivelling, 148. 
 Trifles, 84, 85, 88. 
 Trinity, Newfoundland, 389. 
 Tropes and figures, 134. 
 Trouble, get into, 77. 
 Trowbridge, England, 472. 
 Truth, a friend to, 41. 
 Truth and virtue, 29, 39, 88, 159, 
 
 161. 
 Truth, earnest words of, 40. 
 Truth, exhaustless, 65. 
 Truth, in array with, 51. 
 Truth, scatter, 20. 
 Truth, seeds of, 110. 
 Tucks and flounces, 296. 
 
 Tufts College, 382, 482. 
 Tufts, Henry, 110, 898. 
 Tukey, Rufus, 205, 453. 
 Tukey's Bridge, 437. 
 Tukey, William, 184, 442. 
 Turkey, 364. 
 Turks, abominable, 81. 
 Turner, Sidney, 410, 443. 
 Turnout, fine, 94. 
 Tyler, Bennet, 334, 410. 
 Tyrant, a, 134. 
 Twelve Discourses, 355. 
 
 Umpire, Daily, 388, 403. 
 
 Union bond, 312. 
 
 Union College, 469, 480. 
 
 Union Hall, 250, 347, 486. 
 
 Union, Me., 332. 
 
 Unique, the, 88. 
 
 Union Street, 339. 
 
 Universal Emancipation, Genius 
 
 of, 366. 
 Universe, the, 80. 
 University, Vermont, 478. 
 Upham, England, 383. 
 Upham, Thomas C, 140, 410, 421, 
 
 480. 
 Upright, stand, 217. 
 Upstartish, 123. 
 Utopian schemes, 88. 
 
 Vacant Minds, 55. 
 
 Vacation, 41. 
 
 Vale and hill, 31. 
 
 Vale and sea, 38. 
 
 Vale of death, 66. 
 
 Valleys ring, 141. 
 
 Van Burenr Martin, 387. 
 
 Vassalborough, Me., 408. 
 
 Vault, golden, 123. 
 
 Venom, his, 47. 
 
 Vessels, launched their, 77. 
 
 Vex and tease, 23. 
 
 Vice, 15, 70, 165, 168. 
 
 Vice and crime, 125. 
 
 Vice and pride, 300. 
 
 Vice, filthy, 61. 
 
 Vicious games, 78. 
 
 Victor's songs, 35, 42. 
 
 View of Congregationalism, 449. 
 
 Views, morbid, 92. 
 
 Vile epithets, 55. 
 
 Village green, 36. 
 
 Village, the, 369. 
 
 Villain, young, 188. 
 
 Vines, creeping, 312. 
 
 Virgil, 348. 
 
 Virtue, 19, 39, 53, 64, 70, 75, 165, 
 
 285. 
 Virtue and integrity. 111. 
 Virtue and love, 125. 
 Virtue, golden, 301. 
 
XXIV 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 Virtue, prize of, 63. 
 Virtue's child, 256. 
 Virtue's name, 209. 
 Virtue's path, 28. 
 Virtue's shrine, 231, 259. 
 Virtue's side, 36. 
 Voice, musical, 64. 
 Voices, doleful, 114. 
 Voluble and smart, 90. 
 Volumes, antique, 36. 
 Volunteer, the, 419. 
 Voluptuous music, 87. 
 Vote, one solitary, 107. 
 Vulgar train, 37. 
 
 "Waite, John, 374. 
 
 Wakefield, 860. 
 
 Walden Pond, 338. 
 
 Waldoborough, Me., 389. 
 
 Waldorf, Germany, 371. 
 
 Walker, Joseph, 410. 
 
 Walls, dingy, 313. 
 
 Walnut Avenue Church, 334. 
 
 Walpole, Mass., 419. 
 
 Waltham, Mass., 389. 
 
 Walton, Mark, 468. 
 
 Walton, John T., 224, 457, 468. 
 
 Wanderer, 39. 
 
 AVandering recollections, 342. 
 
 Want, sons of, 303. 
 
 Warren, Joseph, 43, 357, 372. 
 
 Warren, Me., 449. 
 
 Warsaw, N.Y., 345. 
 
 Washburn, Israel, 14, 335. 
 
 Washington College, 412. 
 
 Washington, George, 86, 335, 358, 
 
 370, 383, 390, 396, 405, 461. 
 Washington Street, 377. 
 Waste, dreary, 292. 
 Waste, trembling, 130. 
 Waterfall, 309. 
 Waterford, Me., 407, 478. 
 Waterhouse, Israel, 466. 
 Waterman, Thomas, 103, 392. 
 Waters, gliding, 66. 
 Waterston, Robert C, 248, 484. 
 Waterville College, 334, 353, 399, 
 
 472. 
 Waterville, Me., 408, 471. 
 Watt, James, 28,355. 
 Watts, Isaac, 392, 462, 488. 
 Waugh, Alexander, 25, 350. 
 Wayland, Mass., 484. 
 Wayne, Me., 427. 
 Wayward and fickle, 37. 
 Weald of Kent, 475. 
 Wealth or worth, 125. 
 Wealth untold, 65. 
 Web of many fancies, 359. 
 Webster, Daniel, 358, 486. 
 Webster, Ebcnezer, 216, 459, 479. 
 Webster, Eliphalet, 479. 
 
 Weed, a filthy, 136, 204. 
 Weed, nauseous, 47, 61. 
 Weed, poisonous, 199. 
 Weed, Samuel, 151, 426. 
 Wells, Me., 476. 
 Welwyn, 383. 
 West Bridgewater, 400. 
 Westbrook, Me., 379, 389, 435, 465. 
 West Church, Boston, 386. 
 Western States, 360. 
 Westfield Academy, 333. 
 West India Islands, 416. 
 Westminster Abbey, 383, 
 West, Nathan, 175, 439. 
 Weston, Isaac, 406. 
 West, the, 315. 
 Wheelock, President, 461. 
 Whelp, the precious^, 91. 
 Wliipper-snapper, a, 67. 
 Whitefield, George, SO, 383. 
 Whiting, John, 499. 
 Whitman, Ezekiel, 423. 
 Whittemore, Thomas, 27, 353. 
 Whittier, John G., 38, 240, 341, 
 
 367, 498. 
 Whittier, Matthew F., 403. 
 Widgery, William, 495. 
 Widow, wrong the, 211. 
 Wigglesworth, Michael, 338. 
 Wight, graceless, 211. 
 Wight, pert young, 81. 
 Wild outcast, 38. 
 Wilkins and Carter, 469. 
 Williamsburg, Mass., 445. 
 Williams College, 360. 
 Willis, Benjamin, 339. 
 Willis, Nathaniel, 402. 
 Willis, Nathaniel P., 402. 
 Willis, William, 112, 400. 
 Willow tree, spreading, 62. 
 Wilmot Street, 69, 360, 378, 379, 
 
 443, 445. 
 Wilson, Henry, 42, 369. 
 Wily tricks, 124. 
 Winch, 64. 
 
 Winch and Strauss, 383. 
 Windham, Me., 335, 443, 499. 
 Window-glass, 125. 
 Wine cup, fatal, 130. 
 Wings, seraph, 320. 
 Wings, sombre, 113. 
 Winnisimmet, 11. 
 Winnisimmet Church, 334, 335, 
 
 351, 373. 
 Winslow, Me., 408. 
 Winslow, Myron, 487. 
 Winslow, N.athan, 367, 498, 
 Winter's night, wail of, 112. 
 Winthrop, Me., 399. 
 Winthrop's New England, 457. 
 Wisconsin, Western, 345. 
 Wisdom, 21, 218. 
 
INDEX. 
 
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 Wisdom and strength, 38. 
 •Wisdom's mite, 211. 
 Wisdom, no taste for, 45. 
 Wisdom's way, 222. 
 Wise, wondrous, 44. 
 Withington, William, 216, 459. 
 Wit, vulgar, 168. 
 Woburn, Mass., 371. 
 Wolcott, Conn., 418. 
 Woman, grim old, 118. 
 Woodlawu Cemetery, 488. 
 Woods, Dr., 486. 
 Woodstock, Vt., 358. 
 Wood, William, 479. 
 Woolson, Abby G., 273, 499. 
 Woolsthoi-pe, England, 383. 
 Worcester, Mass., 369, 447, 472, 
 
 480. 
 Word, disregards his, 22. 
 Word, flattering, 284. 
 Word, God's, 65. 
 Word in season, 377. 
 Word, pleasant, 54, 66. 
 Words, cunning, 23. 
 Words, fitly spoken, 111. 
 Words, inflated, 179. 
 Words, kind, 124. 
 Words of flame, 40. 
 Words of love, 98. 
 Words, pompous, 52. 
 Words, profane, 49, 111. 
 Words, remembered, 183. 
 Words, scorpion, 100. 
 Words, sounding, 66. 
 Words, storm of, 105. 
 Words, loving, 25. 
 Words, wordy, 75, 76. 
 Word to comfort, 39. 
 Word, unfriendly, 62. 
 
 Work, humble, 71. 
 Work of merit, 46. 
 Work, unheralded, 71. 
 World's applause, 135. 
 Worms, crawling, 304. 
 Worthington, Mass., 409. 
 Worth, modest, 47. 
 Worth, noble, 32. 
 Wrentham, Mass., 408, 419. 
 Wrong, heel of, 64. 
 Wrong, path of, 213. 
 Wretch, debased, 34. 
 Wretch, ungrateful, 182. 
 Wretch, venal, 68. 
 
 Tale College, 334, 350, 351, 3 
 
 396, 409, 447. 
 Yankee, 189, 345, 413. 
 Yankee common sense, 76. 
 Yankee, the, 116, 403. 
 Years, halc}'on, 329- 
 Years, ten or fifty, 327. 
 Year, the, notices of, 501. 
 Yeaton, Franklin, 410. 
 York, Me., 448, 458. 
 Yorkshire, England, 371. 
 Young, Edward, 80, 136, 383. 
 Young genius, 33. 
 Youth, diligent, 63. 
 Youth, fire of, 65. 
 Youth's Primer, 405. 
 
 Zeal, Christian, 65, 255, 294. 
 
 Zeal, earnest, 64. 
 
 Zeal, temperate, 220. 
 
 Zion's hill, 25, 209. 
 
 Zion, walls of, 72, 97, 245. 
 
 Zion's wastes, 25. 
 
 Zone, torrid, 61. 
 
From the outskirts of the town, 
 
 Where of old the mile-stono stood, 
 Now a stranger, looking down, 
 1 behold the shadowy crown 
 
 Of the dark and haunted wood. 
 
 Is it changed, or am I changed? 
 
 Ah, the oaks are fresh and green. 
 But the friends with whom I ranged 
 Through their thickets are estranged 
 
 By the years tliat intervene. 
 
 Bright as ever flows the sea, 
 
 Bright as ever shines the sun, 
 But, alas ! they seem to me 
 Not the sun that used to be. 
 
 Not the tides that used to run. 
 
 Henry W. Longfellow. 
 
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 GLA.NTS are on the Deep ! Colossal men ! 
 Whose very shadows are substantial things, 
 Th.at work achievements in a noiseless way. 
 Astonishing the nations ! Wliile they move 
 Like stately phantoms o'er a silent sea. 
 And stir the heart of boyhood in its bloom. 
 Shadows no more — projections of the Past. 
 Earnest and faithful, generous men, are they, 
 Who look on Death unmoved, through every change, 
 And grapple with him face to face, and breathe 
 Tempestuous brightness from another world. 
 As they were born to't and baptized with flame : 
 Unquailing to the last, they bear aloft 
 A starry banner dropped with golden fire. 
 
 John Neal. 
 
SCHOOL IS OUT. 
 
 THE SCHOOL IS OUT ! I love to see 
 The happy children skip and run — 
 So full of bright activity, 
 
 Sly jokes, and pleasantry, and fun. 
 They leap — they jump — shout loud and long, 
 
 And make the welkin riug again, 
 As if a new creation's song 
 
 Had burst o'er Winnisimmet Plain. 
 
 It gives my heart a rare delight 
 
 To gaze upon each sunny face — 
 The tranquil brow — eyes SAveetly bright, 
 
 Where Sorrow leaves no fearful trace. 
 I love to catch the young idea, 
 
 And listen to the music-voice — 
 The pleasant song or shout to hear : 
 
 These make the care-worn heart rejoice. 
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 So happy are ye, would that Time 
 
 Could lino;er in his eaffle-fliofht, 
 And that for years life's glorious prime 
 
 May never know a tinge of blight ; — 
 That stars and suns may round you shine, 
 
 With not a cloud to dim your way, 
 And, guided by a hand Divine, 
 
 Your feet will never go astray. 
 
 We know not, children, what may be 
 
 Your destiny in future years ; 
 When virtue in the heart we see, 
 
 We banish all our trembling fears. 
 You are to make or guard our laws, 
 
 Or on the walls of Zion stand ; 
 Perhaps may plead our country's cause. 
 
 Or drive Oppression from the land. 
 
 Ay, soon upon the stage of life, 
 
 Sweet, happy children, you will rise. 
 To mingle in its care and strife, 
 
 Or early find the peaceful skies. 
 Then be it yours, while you pursue 
 
 The golden moments, quick to haste, 
 Some noble work of love to do. 
 
 Nor suffer one bright hour to waste ! 
 
 Some loiter by the way in sport — 
 
 They chase each other up and down 
 Through dusty street and narrow court. 
 
 And ring out music through the town ; 
 And some o'er verdant jjastures roam. 
 
 Or pleasure seek along the shore. 
 While others, hungry, hie them home, 
 
 And seek the well-filled pantry door. 
 
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 Ye all are happy. Ah ! my dears, 
 
 When golden days have flown away, 
 And sprinkled through the coming years 
 
 Of middle life the sober gray, 
 And cares have fallen on your path. 
 
 And hate, that slumbered in the breast. 
 Has roused the man to open wrath, 
 
 And you are fretted or oppressed — 
 
 How will you sigh for times like these — 
 
 For one bright, happy, school-boy day — 
 For one soft, gentle summer breeze. 
 
 Amidst your golden locks to play ; 
 For one dear mother's lip to press 
 
 Your upturned cheek when sport is o'er, 
 A sister's loving, fond caress, 
 
 A father's welcome at the door ! 
 
 Ah ! who can tell what each may be, 
 When all have grown to sturdy men ? 
 
 Methinks in every child I see 
 Some active, honest citizen. 
 
 Come here, my lad ! Your looks betray 
 A heart sincere, and kind, and true ; 
 
 What will you be ? Another Fay ? ' 
 
 • A Cutter,^ Sibley,^ or a Drew? * 
 
 And you so cunning, yet upright, 
 
 A Christian jmstor may become — 
 A Nichols,^ Jenkests,^ or a D wight,' 
 
 An earnest, sympathizing Plumb. ^ 
 Sweet, pleasant child, with merry looks. 
 
 Whose buoyant hopes were never crossed, 
 In you I see the mind of Brooks,^ 
 
 The public spirit of a Frost. ^^ 
 
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 He who the words of kindness speaks 
 
 When those about him are severe : — 
 The real good of others seeks, 
 
 And strives to animate and cheer — 
 Is cherished by the okl and young, 
 
 Who love to catch his radiant smile, 
 And listen to the artless song 
 
 Poured from a heart all free from e-uile 
 
 Where'er he goes he's sure to be 
 
 The favorite of the good and great ; 
 They seek his pleasant company, 
 
 His mandate with delight they wait. 
 Such is the glory everywhere 
 
 Of generous thoughts and actions kind ; 
 If thou would'st heavenly favor share, 
 
 Be good — the blessing thou wilt find. 
 
 That dignified and portly youth 
 
 Will in the future make his mark ; 
 Brave and high-minded, now, in sooth, 
 
 I see the glimmering of a spark 
 Which, erelong lighted to a flame. 
 
 Will make a merchant nobly wise, 
 And give to him exalted fame, 
 
 Assisting modest virtue rise. 
 
 Perhaps in Legislative halls. 
 
 Among the honored he ma}^ stand, 
 And when his bleeding country calls. 
 
 Respond, with ready heart and hand, 
 Her name and honor to defend ; 
 
 Or he a Washburn's " seat may fill, 
 Or, like a patriot Andrew,^^ send 
 
 Words that a million hearts shall thrill. 
 
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 The lad who thinks it is a mark 
 
 Of manliness to take a pipe, 
 And strut about when it is dark, 
 
 Will rot, I fear, before he's ripe. 
 The fumes he carries where he goes. 
 
 Will make his company unsought ; 
 There's not a Miss his habit knows 
 
 Who would not shun him — as she ought. 
 
 I often marvel why a boy 
 
 Should imitate the men who chew, 
 And smoke, and spit, and thus annoy 
 
 Their cleanly friends, as many do. 
 What glory can there be, I pray, 
 
 With dirty chin and tainted breath ? 
 Black teeth that hasten to decay ? 
 
 A skeleton that looks like death ? 
 
 The youth indignant at the slight 
 
 Cast on his mate of sable hue — 
 And words of kindness gives, in spite 
 
 Of hisses and a loud halloo — 
 And takes him to his care as one 
 
 Who loves his Master and his cause, 
 Will rise a valiant Garrison," 
 
 To gain, at last, the world's applause. 
 
 With fearless truth upon thy brow, 
 
 I know thou never canst deceive ; 
 Sin may approach, and Vice may bow. 
 
 And glittering nets of falsehood weave ; 
 But all in vain, O faithful child ! 
 
 Thy noble heart is pure as when 
 It came from God : as undefiled 
 
 May it return to him again ! 
 
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 The child who mutilates a fly, 
 
 And tears away his slender wings, 
 Throws stones at beasts that pass him by. 
 
 And misery and sorroAV brings 
 On creatures God in wisdom made. 
 
 May be a wretch whom all despise, 
 Who will, at last, himself degrade, 
 
 And need the blessings he denies. 
 
 Who turns aside whene'er he sees 
 
 The feeblest insect in alarm, 
 Whom acts of love and mercy please, 
 
 Will throw around his life a charm 
 To help and bless where'er he goes — 
 
 The favorite of the great and good — 
 From whose warm heart of kindness flows 
 
 A stream of love in plenitude. 
 
 That precious boy who runs to help 
 
 A comrade, fallen to the ground, 
 Or drive away the barking whelp 
 
 That frights the children playing round, 
 Possesses in his breast a germ 
 
 To flower in love and beauty hence ; 
 Friend of the friendless and infirm, 
 
 A paragon of excellence. 
 
 Who labors to improve the hours 
 
 That fly so rapidly away, 
 To expand his intellectual powers. 
 
 And grow in knowledge day by day, 
 Though nursed in poverty, may yet 
 
 Within the Church conspicuous stand ; 
 Perhaps the virtues of a Biiett ^* 
 
 May be, erelong, at his command. 
 
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 The child who from his earliest days 
 
 Has his own vast importance felt, 
 And in his sports — in all he says — 
 
 One might be led to think he dwelt 
 In a superior world to this, 
 
 Where men are cast in perfect moulds, 
 And where it shades ecstatic bliss. 
 
 If one a friendly converse holds ; — 
 
 What will he be ? I sometimes think 
 
 He'll make an editor self-wise, 
 At public crime and vice to wink. 
 
 And laud dull authors to the skies ; 
 Because, forsooth, upon the wave 
 
 Of i^opular applause they ride, 
 Or over institutions grave. 
 
 With solemn dignity preside. 
 
 The Press ! — too often in control 
 
 Of men who seek applause or gain, 
 Who'll crush the truth, and dwarf the soul, 
 
 Wealth to possess or power attain. 
 And the religious Press ! — ah me ! 
 
 How hollow and pretentious grown ! 
 How many an essay seems to be 
 
 As heartless as the flinty stone ! 
 
 The editors too often write 
 
 A column and a half, to prove 
 That light is darkness — black is white — 
 
 Or that the earth does really move. 
 "Be brief! " is their eternal cry 
 
 To correspondents, while they take 
 A thousand ems to gloss a lie. 
 
 Or some young author's bantling rake. 
 
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 Your words and letters you must count, 
 
 And occupy a trifling space, 
 While We .... no matter what amount .... 
 
 Can run a supercilious race 
 Through columns, if we please. And so 
 
 Inflated words and paragraphs 
 Talents and genius overgrow, 
 
 While Folly shakes her head and laughs. 
 
 A preacher is denounced, or peeled 
 
 Within an inch or two of death, 
 Because he takes an open field. 
 
 And wont pronounce the Shibboleth ; 
 Perhaps upon his honored name 
 
 Has been conferred no proud degree ; 
 To justice he must lay no claim, 
 
 Without the requisite D.D. — 
 
 Can they who cowl and surplice wear 
 
 Know aught of true discipleship? 
 Can they who read the forms of prayer 
 
 Devotion breathe from heart and lip? 
 Where is the proof that sinners love . 
 
 The Lord, who left the skies to save, 
 Unless they real saintship prove. 
 
 By following him beneath the wave ? — 
 
 And what a mockery to call 
 
 Men the disciples of the Lord, 
 And place them at the outer wall. 
 
 While they sit round the sacred board ! 
 Christ's real children should partake 
 
 The emblems of his love divine ; 
 Whoe'er are his, for Jesus' sake. 
 
 Let them enjoy the outward sign I 
 
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 Is such the Christian Press ? Controlled 
 
 In many instances, I fear, 
 By men whose love of sect or gold 
 
 Makes non-essential rites appear 
 Barriers, which close the welcome skies. 
 
 While fervent zeal and Christian grace, 
 Which truly make the sinner wise, 
 
 Find but a secondary place. 
 
 The Christian Press ! — may it be pure 
 
 From every stigma, every stain — 
 And by a steadfost course allure 
 
 To virtue, and from vice restrain. 
 May not a sentence see the light 
 
 That ever dark suspicion throws 
 Upon a soul that seeks the right, 
 
 By whatsoever path he goes ! 
 
 Rise ! Christian Press ! regenerate, rise ! 
 
 From love of power, from sordid pelf; 
 Spread healthy thoughts and precepts wise ; 
 
 Speak less of thy important self. 
 From a low, cunning, servile spleen, 
 
 Break, as with energy divine, 
 That Truth, with dignity serene, 
 
 May in her splendor round thee shine ; 
 
 When Error, rampant in the land. 
 
 Its vengeance on the soul would wreak. 
 With Virtue take a nol)le stand. 
 
 And in loud tones of thunder speak ; 
 But when a humble saint is tried. 
 
 Upon his efforts do not frown ; 
 His sins and follies strive to hide, 
 
 And lift him up — not crush him down. 
 
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 If innocently erring, bring 
 
 Thy reasoning powers with love to bear 
 Upon his mind — not words that sting, 
 
 And flesh and blood asunder tear. 
 The power is thine to save or kill, 
 
 To scatter truth, or foster evil, 
 The land with fruits of love to fill, 
 
 Or send it greeting to the devil. 
 
 Big Tim, who makes so much display 
 
 In telling what he thinks he knows, 
 In school or out, must have his say, 
 
 And every week more pompous grows, 
 Will, if he lives, inflated be, 
 
 Whate'er his business or jDursuit, 
 And let creation know that he 
 
 A marvel is — from cap to boot. 
 
 If he's a trader, he must fill 
 
 The columns of the daily press 
 With ramping notices, that will 
 
 Blaze forth his wonderful success ; 
 His goods are cheapest, finest, best, 
 
 In latest fashionable trim ; — 
 The public with this truth may rest. 
 
 No merchant can compete with him. 
 
 If he's a minister, he plays 
 
 Fantastic tricks before his flock ; 
 And to his people sometimes prays, 
 
 But oft as to a stolid rock. 
 His eloquence, when so severe. 
 
 Your pity moves, and then you laugh. 
 He thunders — now you scarce can hear — 
 
 He is by turns an ape or calf. 
 
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 You'd think all languages he knew — 
 
 The deep and occult sciences — 
 The false in doctrine, and the true, 
 
 The place of hell, and where heaven is. 
 A silly, weak, bombastic fool. 
 
 Whose impudence imbounded takes 
 With many a dunce in Folly's school. 
 
 While the large heart of Wisdom aches. 
 
 The bashful child, who loves to hear 
 
 The stories of the Pilgrims told — 
 Whose varied hardships draw a tear 
 
 He struijofles l)ut in vain to hold — 
 Will, if his heart is kept aloof 
 
 From tales which idle gossips glean, 
 The truth of which there is no proof, 
 
 Walk in the steps of Dkake or Dean.^^ 
 
 The boy forever on the move, 
 
 With not a moment's time to waste. 
 Who will among the mountains rove. 
 
 And the fresh airs of morning taste. 
 May be a Tiioreau '^ — Nature's child — 
 
 Secluded from the bustling throng. 
 His home the lake — the forest wild — 
 
 His friends the brutes and birds of song. 
 
 The vicious lad, who slyly tears 
 
 The books that to his friends belong. 
 Is bold with his important airs, 
 
 To make you think his virtue strong, 
 And never blushes when detected 
 
 In faults he lies in vain to hide. 
 Will seal his doom, when least expected — 
 
 And then farewell to cherished pride ! 
 
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 Like many a wretch in years all past, 
 
 He dreams he stands upon a rock ; 
 When comes the first untoward blast, 
 
 How terrible must be the shock ! 
 He finds, too late, that he has erred. 
 
 Humility, with virtue joined, 
 Will make a youth regard his word — 
 
 Nor leave him to his errors blind. 
 
 Who sees but little to approve, 
 
 However worthy, in the throng 
 Of felloAv-pupils ; whose self-love 
 
 Makes him in fancied virtue strong, 
 Presumes, in all his words and acts. 
 
 That he is tinged with finer blood : 
 The noble quality who lacks 
 
 That lifts the generous and the good — 
 
 Will grow a haughty simpleton. 
 
 Commanding no respect from man — 
 Despised , forsaken — loved by none — 
 
 For all are placed beneath his ban. 
 What is he good for? Who can tell, 
 
 But mutual-admiration curs. 
 Who help the sea of froth to swell, 
 
 And tickle foolish editors ? 
 
 Who disregards his word, and strives 
 
 His friends and parents to deceive, 
 And in a thousand ways contrives 
 
 To wrong — no matter who may grieve 
 Will run, at length, the round of crime. 
 
 And many a mean vile action do. 
 To be as hateful, in his time. 
 
 As one to self and Satan true : 
 
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 Should I unfold his actions now, 
 
 'Twould wake a feeling of disgust ; 
 With a bland smile upon his brow, 
 
 And cunning words, in him you trust. 
 When he has wound himself about 
 
 Your faithful heart, you feel the proof 
 Of base ingratitude ooze out. 
 
 And see, too late, the cloven hoof.^^ 
 
 There's one who loves the silly ways 
 
 Of brainless sprouts and foolish fops, 
 Whose shallow mind, with vacant gaze. 
 
 Is seen in every word that drops. 
 His future course will Folly shape. 
 
 And life of all its blessings rob, 
 And turn him out a harmless ape. 
 
 Or, what is Avorse, a perfect snob. 
 
 Who takes delight to vex and tease. 
 
 And call his friends provoking names. 
 Who will their hoops and marbles seize. 
 
 And break up all their pleasant games, 
 May, as his years increase, become 
 
 The plague and terror of the school ; 
 Perhaps will join in league with Kum, 
 
 At last to perish like the fool. 
 
 There's one quick as a flash to strike, 
 
 If questioned his integrity ; 
 In Pinkney's son, or Irish Mike, 
 
 There can to him no difierence be. 
 If they are impudent, they feel 
 
 His powerful arm or scorching tongue ; 
 He'll be the counterpart of Neal,^^ 
 
 And battle bravely with the wrong. 
 
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 He'll fire the timid, and assist 
 
 The humble as they strive to rise ; 
 But play the fool, you'll feel his fist — 
 
 See daggers leaping from his eyes. 
 A giaut heart is his to all 
 
 Who speak the truth and love the right, 
 But sturdy as a granite wall, 
 
 When snobs and knaves would snarl and bite. 
 
 Kind to a fault, O sterling boy ! 
 
 The future has in store for thee 
 What no reverses can destroy. 
 
 In thy bright honest face I see 
 Simplicity and truth, combined 
 
 With love, and gentleness, and grace — 
 And, crowning all, a Christlike mind — 
 
 To take, erelong, a Hammond's ^^ place. 
 
 The stalworth youth who seems to stand 
 
 A king amid the jocund throng, 
 As if he did a realm command — 
 
 So ready with a speech or song — 
 May on a central tower be placed, 
 
 A listening crowd entranced to hold, 
 And with a fine scholastic taste. 
 
 Be fashioned in an Eddy^" mould. 
 
 With habits neat, with language chaste. 
 
 The gentle child with serious thought, 
 For l)oisterous sports can have no taste ; 
 
 Life with a nobler joy is fraught. 
 With studious mates, congenial souls. 
 
 He sees the care of Heaven displayed 
 In every mighty orb that rolls. 
 
 And in the smallest atom made. 
 
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 Nature, in all her grand displays, 
 
 Reveals to him, though dimly seen, 
 A God he daily loves to praise : 
 
 The teeming earth, the sky serene, 
 The waters flashing in the snn, 
 
 With mnsic gushing all around. 
 And golden threads of sunshine spun, 
 
 By twinkling leaves, upon the ground — 
 
 With birds, and flowers, and all things bright. 
 
 Incentives are to fear and love ; 
 And so it is his chief delight 
 
 To send his glowing thoughts above. 
 If God his precious life should spare. 
 
 From Heaven he may that unction draw. 
 That gave a Payson ^^ power in prayer, 
 
 And touched with fire the lips of Waugh.^^ 
 
 Behold a youth of gentle mien — 
 
 Not moved by sophistry or art — 
 Who with the weaker boys is seen, 
 
 And kindly takes the orphan's part ; 
 Who, when a harsh word uttered, sinks 
 
 Deep in a sad and aching breast, 
 Looks on with tears, and only thinks 
 
 Of loving words to be expressed. 
 
 He yet may stand where Griffin ^^ shone. 
 
 On Zion's wastes a moral light, 
 To guide earth's pilgrims to the throne 
 
 Where ransomed spirits take their flight ; 
 Or strike a spark, as Edwards^* did. 
 
 That shall not be extinguished till 
 A world redeemed shall stand amid 
 
 The blood-bou2:ht throno- on Zion's hill. 
 
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 Determined on a vicious course, 
 
 Obedient to no master's word, 
 Who wilful sins without remorse. 
 
 And cares not when or where is heard 
 His boisterous language — talk profane — 
 
 The evil urchin stands alone, 
 A terror to his mates. Like Paine ,2* 
 
 He may the living Christ disown. 
 
 Smart, active, quick at repartee. 
 
 The modest child of slender mould. 
 Whose smile, like heavenly charity. 
 
 Gilds every cloud with light and gold, 
 May lift his voice in many a hall. 
 
 To plead for sorrow and distress, 
 With all the lire and zeal of Paul, 
 
 And thousands lead to righteousness ; 
 
 Or he may through New England vales 
 
 To proud and grasping Avarice preach, 
 With eloquence that seldom fails 
 
 The conscience seared to move and reach • 
 Like him, the persevering saint. 
 
 Opposed to counterfeit and sham, 
 (His zeal, O that my pen could paint !) 
 
 Who hails from classic Bellingham.^^ 
 
 The boy with huml^le garb and hat. 
 
 So pleasant in his speech and mien, 
 May be a loved and honored Pratt,''' 
 
 A talented and studious Greene. ^^ 
 While the sweet child, with golden locks, 
 
 Attentive, earnest and devout. 
 May have the humor of a Knox,^^ 
 
 And years of toil will bring it out. 
 
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 Kind, careful, earnest, fair-haired boy, 
 
 Jocund and happy all the time, 
 With whom no pleasures pall or cloy, 
 
 And life before him is sublime — 
 In thee I see a noble heart, 
 
 Well shielded by a mother's prayer ; 
 In life thou wilt act well thy part, 
 
 And be, perhaps, our future Mayor. 
 
 The child upright, sincere, and true. 
 
 Who loves to teach dark, ignorant souls, 
 May preach the truth — a Mallalieu^" — 
 
 Or thunder like a stal worth Knowles.'*^ 
 With purpose strong, and heart intent, 
 
 The dictates of the truth to obey. 
 With all the humbleness of Kent,** 
 
 This boy may labor, strive and pray. 
 
 List ! — list ! — I hear a pleasant song — 
 
 It springs spontaneous from the heart 
 Of a sweet child, who slips along. 
 
 As yet untaught in schools of art. 
 Sti'ains such as make a song divine, 
 
 In future years his lips may pour, 
 And thus inspire the feeblest line, 
 
 With all the skill of Whittemore.^ 
 
 Young Willie mark — he takes the hand 
 
 Of him whom elder boys torment, 
 Determined by his mate to stand, 
 
 Although in garments patched and rent. 
 Beneath the outward garb he sees 
 
 A mind of purity and taste ; — 
 He'll be a Ladd *^ — the friend of peace — 
 
 To lificht the world's dark moral waste. 
 
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 child of many prayers ! perhaps, 
 Before the noon of life, a cloud 
 
 Like that which golden morn enwraps, 
 May all thy brilliant prospects shroud ; 
 
 One step may lead thee on the wave 
 
 Where Burr ^* and Arnold ^^ sunk disgraced. 
 
 God's strono; right arm alone can save — 
 O, be that arm around thee placed ! 
 
 Ne'er take a doubtful step, I pray, 
 
 Nor dare from Virtue's path to rove ; 
 If tempted from the truth to stray, 
 
 Seek strength and wisdom from above. 
 Thy Maker will securely keep. 
 
 And watch thee with a Father's care, 
 And take thee to himself, to reap 
 
 The just reward of faith and prayer. 
 
 Ingenious with his pocket-knife. 
 
 His tiny chisel, plane and bit. 
 That boy will make his mark in life, 
 
 And in the chair of honor sit. 
 In the bright ranks of science he 
 
 May labor with peculiar zest, 
 And like a Watt, or Faraday, ^^ 
 
 A blessing prove — himself be blest. 
 
 1 seem to hear the plaudits ring. 
 
 As coming years their shadows throw, 
 And 3'outh and age high honors bring. 
 
 And bind their laurels round the brow 
 Of him who, gentle, meek and mild. 
 
 An unkind word Avill speak to none ; 
 May he not prove — that noble child — 
 
 A Dexter, ^^ or a Eichardson ? ^^ 
 
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 111 yon slight hollow two or three 
 
 Have gathered, and loud words they speak, 
 Discussing questions, it may be, 
 
 That a<2:itate election-week. 
 Our future statesmen they may prove, 
 
 When men of Avisdom pass away ; 
 
 God ! watch over them in love. 
 That Truth and Virtue be their stay. 
 
 My country ! through thy wide domain 
 
 May truth extend, and peace prevail ; 
 And God in righteous judgment reign, 
 
 If foes should dare thy rights assail ! 
 My country ! crowned with glory — rise 
 
 With strength, with grace, with purity ; 
 The garnered wisdom of the skies 
 
 Shall flourish, and perpetual be. 
 
 Brow-beating Jake — a terror to 
 The modest, unassuming gronp — 
 
 They fear thou wilt some mischief do, 
 And so conceal the ball and hoop. 
 
 1 see thy counterpart in one 
 
 Who steals around at even-time — 
 Whom all good people fear and shun — 
 A paragon of vice and crime. 
 
 Yoii urchin mark : his breath, once sweet. 
 
 Is tainted with the Indian weed ; 
 The grass is blighted at his feet. 
 
 On which the beasts refuse to feed. 
 To chew and smoke he thinks betrays 
 
 A manly spirit, and is smart ; 
 O filthy child ! on thee I gaze, 
 
 Indio-nant at the fool thou art. 
 
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 The conscientious lad, who fears 
 
 To tell an untruth, or deceive — 
 Who, Avhen a word profane he hears. 
 
 Is wont to turn away and grieve — 
 May stand in Jesus' sacred name. 
 
 Proclaiming, on the mountain-top. 
 Salvation to Jerusalem — 
 
 With all the earnestness of Copp.^^ 
 
 And you, fair child, with thoughts sublime, • 
 
 May be the counterpart of Libby,^" 
 Or husband every inch of time, 
 
 A Bibliophilist, like Kibby ; *^ 
 Or, faithful, generous, kind and true. 
 
 The patli to heaven may early start in — 
 E'en though his friends are faint and few — 
 
 With all the fervor of a Martyn.^^ 
 
 Headstrong and wild, whom none can check 
 
 In his determined course of sin. 
 That boy his parents' heart may break — 
 
 Fettered, cold prison-walls within; 
 Or outcast, he may roam al3road. 
 
 To right and truth a treacherous foe ; 
 Despised by men — forsook by God — 
 
 To sink at last to grief and woe ! 
 
 Thoughtful and studious, hurrying by. 
 
 To seize some favorite book — perhaps 
 Yon child will come to honors high, 
 
 When weary months and years elapse. 
 In senate halls, among the great 
 
 His voice with eloquence may swell, 
 And gain the prize in high debate. 
 
 With all the grace and power of Bell.^' 
 
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 Richard — so timid, modest, meek — 
 ■ Tlie favorite of bis generous class — 
 Among old books and scrip antique, 
 
 When be bas leisure time to jDass, 
 Will sure be found, intent to read, 
 
 Or trace some ancient diagram. 
 He'll know who Bunker was, and Breed, 
 
 And doubtless rise a Feothinghaji." 
 
 Tbat boy who sees in marble blocks 
 
 Forms of the good, the w^ise, the great — 
 With angels rising from the rocks — 
 
 Has but a few more years to wait, 
 Ere he before the world will stand, 
 
 With all the genius of a Powers ^^ — 
 The admiration to command 
 
 Of other continents than ours. 
 
 Who saunters o'er the fields away. 
 
 Attracted by some flying cloud. 
 Or eagle hasting to his prey. 
 
 Or peacock gay, outscreaming loud — 
 May, when his mind becomes mature, 
 
 Be an inquiring wanderer still. 
 And many a perilous voyage endure, 
 
 With all the bravery of a Hill.^*^ 
 
 Perhaps in him who sweetly sings. 
 
 And loves in dreamy wood to stray, 
 The music of an Ilsley*'' rings, 
 
 In future years to come in play. 
 Whose wooden gun and clay cigar 
 
 With horror his poor mother strike. 
 May yet become a Shillaber,^^ 
 
 The father of a humorous Ike. 
 
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 AVho loves the gentle music played 
 
 By whispering winds among the pines, 
 Or thouglitful sits beneatli the shade, 
 
 When the noon sun in splendor shines 
 O'er vale, and hill, and placid lake, 
 
 An Osgood*^ or a Strauss^" may be, 
 To touch the slumbering lyre, and wake 
 
 The dormant powers to ecstasy. 
 
 The love that in yon urchin's breast 
 
 Kindles and burns in generous flames. 
 In nobler deeds will be expressed. 
 
 When he becomes an active Ajvies.^^ 
 He who by deep devotion seems 
 
 From God's own kingdom not so far. 
 Illumined by the Spirit's beams. 
 
 May prove a Cheever ^^ or a Carr.'^ 
 
 My gentle lad, I love thee well — 
 
 Meekness, benevolence and truth 
 Sit on thy brow. I sure may tell 
 
 The future of thy golden 3'outh : 
 Thy heart, as pure as Avhen it first 
 
 Beat in thy bosom, will retain 
 Its virtuous action. Sordid lust 
 
 And envious thought give it no stain. 
 
 Exalted by thy noble worth. 
 
 The future years may see thee rise 
 Above the men of kingly birth — 
 
 The honored of the earth and skies. 
 An influence will around thee spread 
 
 To save — to bless — to sanctify ; 
 And when the nations call thee dead, 
 
 Bright will thy record be on high ! 
 
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 He "whose young genius is displayed 
 
 In mimic ships he neatly rigs, 
 With little more than nature's aid, 
 
 May rise a Killeran^* or aBRiGGS.^^ 
 Bright studious child, who when in school 
 
 Attentive reads the classic page, 
 May be a Cummings*^ or a Poole ,^^ 
 
 The varied ills of life to assuage. 
 
 Who sees in mystic nothingness 
 
 Grim spirits of the dead arise — 
 Shadows that flit about to bless, 
 
 With meagre bones and glassy eyes, 
 And listens all intent to hear 
 
 Hobgoblin tales, by ignorance told. 
 May be an Infidel, severe 
 
 On those who Christ's pure doctrines hold ; 
 
 Before whose jaundiced vision looms 
 
 A horrid and gigantic evil. 
 Surrounded by Cimmerian glooms. 
 
 As treacherous as the elder devil ; 
 Whom all should hate, and well bestow 
 
 Upon his pate hard Christian knocks ; 
 For, what to man so great a foe 
 
 As the self-righteous Orthodox ? 
 
 Neglected by the sons of wealth — 
 
 A patch upon his homespun vest — 
 And cheeks of beauty, flushed with health, 
 
 The orphan is by all caressed. 
 There beats a noble, generous heart 
 
 Beneath a coarse exterior ; 
 In life he'll act that noble part 
 
 Which all the good are laboring for. 
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 He'll honor well the place he fills, 
 
 Be it a pulpit or a throne ; 
 The mart} T spirit of a jNIills,^^ 
 
 The deep devotion of a Stone,^^ 
 Mtiy in his bosom slumber now, 
 
 With power and wdsdom to awake, 
 When he shall distant oceans jjlow. 
 
 And in his hands the Gospel take. 
 
 "I swear ! " exclaims an nrchin wild. 
 
 With anger on his lip compressed ; . 
 A ball, struck by a careless child, 
 
 Flew near, and grazed him near the bre:ist. 
 His hands are clenched, as if he would 
 
 Severely strike the feeble lad, 
 Did not his mates, in gentle mood, 
 
 Quiet his feelings, raging mad. 
 
 Such temper in a stripling young. 
 
 And language so profane, will lead 
 From one wrong step to others wrong. 
 
 Till he commits some awful deed — 
 And then becomes a wretch debased, 
 
 Whom none can love, respect, or thank, 
 To end his days with felons placed ; 
 
 Far better were his life a blank. 
 
 " Good-morning, sir ! " with a sweet smile 
 
 Bright Eddie spoke, as he passed on. 
 In such a heart can there be guile ? 
 
 No ! He's polite to every one. 
 His pleasing manners, winning W"ays, 
 
 Make him true friends where'er he goes ; 
 Not rude in speech, whate'cr he says 
 
 From a full heart of kindness flows. 
 
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 He'll follow ill the steps once trod 
 
 By Him who came the lost to save, 
 And influenced by the grace of God, 
 
 Snatch many a wanderer from the grave ; 
 And when are gathered in the skies, 
 
 Before the throne, the blood-bought throng. 
 To him will turn rejoicing eyes. 
 
 As loudly swells the victor's song. 
 
 Deceptive, sly — I see in him 
 
 One who may cause the heart to ache 
 Of many a youth, ere to its brim 
 
 Life's cup is filled. His course may break 
 A parent's fondest hopes, and bring 
 
 Disgrace, and infamy, and death 
 To many a sweet domestic ring, 
 
 With poison rankling in his breath. 
 
 O that a Providence may guide 
 
 And guard and keep the reckless one. 
 And turn him from that path aside 
 
 Where thousands stray, and are undone. 
 O, I would breathe a fervent prayer 
 
 Whene'er a reckless youth I see, 
 And ask a Father's tender care, 
 
 That He may his director be. 
 
 The child delisrhted when the sea 
 
 Is lashed to fury, and its waves 
 Leap up and break most furiously. 
 
 May have the eloquence of Graves.^" 
 While he who weeps o'er others' woes, 
 
 And by the pale consumptive sits, 
 And everj^where around him throws 
 
 Glad smiles of joy, may be a Fitz.^^ 
 
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 He who the little swad harangues, 
 
 Of schoolmates on the village green, 
 May listening crowds command, like Bangs ,^2 
 
 Or preach and pray, a faithful Deane.®* 
 His eloquence may stay thy tide. 
 
 Intemperance, corrupting youth, 
 And thousands bring to Virtue's side, 
 
 Once sunk in shame and lost to truth. 
 
 I see in him so quick to trade. 
 
 And drive a bargain with his mate, 
 One who is for a Stebbins^* made, 
 
 If he a score of seasons wait. 
 While he, pleased with old manuscripts 
 
 Long buried on a musty shelf, 
 And into antique volumes dips. 
 
 Ere long may be like our dear self. 
 
 That boy, wild, wayward, heartless now. 
 
 Whom none can conquer or restrain, 
 May to the shrine of Bacchus bow. 
 
 And spend his days in vice and pain ; 
 Or, disobeying wholesome laws. 
 
 Be fettered in some dismal cell — 
 To fall at last in Hades' jaws. 
 
 The demon ranks of woe to swell. 
 
 Who loves to watch the genial showers 
 
 Upon the thirsty fields that fall — 
 Or rims to pluck the earliest flowers 
 
 That spring beside the sunny wall — 
 And sees in every tiny plant 
 
 The wisdom of his JNIaker, may 
 For His al)undant wisdom pant. 
 
 And rise a Fowler*^ or a Gray.®*^ 
 
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 Quick as the lightning's flash to save 
 
 A fellow-mate, when danger's near — 
 To leap beneath the ocean wave, 
 
 Or on the burning roof appear — 
 Courageous child ! thy name will ring 
 
 With Howard's ^'^ in the years to be ; 
 Thy deeds a thousand voices sing. 
 
 In glowing strains of poesy. 
 
 Who shuns the place where the profane 
 
 With coarse companions love to meet. 
 And all the mean and vulgar train — 
 
 Secluded from the lighted street — 
 Who, with a heart of gratitude, 
 
 Will ne'er to crime or folly bow, 
 May stand where Gough^^ so long has stood, 
 
 And be a Thompson ^^ or a Dow.'^" 
 
 Relying on himself alone. 
 
 With grace that's promised from the skies, 
 The Christian child will yet be Jiuown 
 
 Among the stars that heavenward rise. 
 To many a vicious, wandering soul, 
 
 With words of peace he may be sent. 
 And the impulsive heart control, 
 
 With all the earnest zeal of Bent.''^ 
 
 Controlled at home by no restraint — 
 
 Wayward and flckle as the wind — 
 I have no heart the life to paint 
 
 Of this bright lad. Shall I not find 
 His future course corrupt and base ? — 
 
 Devoid of all those lovely traits 
 That lift man to an honored place, 
 
 AVhich surely all the good awaits ? 
 
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 Perhaps to a vile felon's home 
 
 He may in early life be doomed, 
 Or a wild outcast he may roam, 
 
 With all the strength of youth consumed. 
 How sad the thought that one so bright 
 
 May perish young ! Kind Heaven, forbid ! 
 And pour within thy blessed light, 
 
 And save him from the fate of Kidd.''^ 
 
 There's one — in future years he'll be 
 
 Amono; the active men who make 
 Their mark upon the age. I see, 
 
 Or think I do, the future break 
 With glory o'er his head, and hear 
 
 The plaudits of the multitude. 
 God and humanity ! How dear 
 
 The man who for the right has stood ! 
 
 Though humble-born, his words will ring 
 
 From every hill-side, vale and sea ; 
 His stirring numbers thousands sing. 
 
 Aglow with tire and liberty. 
 He'll rise in wisdom and in strength. 
 
 And find the truth where millions err ; 
 His country honor hun at length, 
 
 A Lundy''* or a AYhittier.'^* 
 
 AVho firmly stands up for his rights. 
 
 And checks the overl)earing child. 
 And if he must, for justice fights, 
 
 With passion sometimes fierce and wild — 
 Is yet warm-hearted, generous, kind — 
 
 As true a friend, in weal or woe. 
 As the oppressed would hope to find — 
 
 In Phillips'''^ steps is sure to go. 
 
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 That manly boy, with form erect, 
 
 To live a drone was never made — 
 Or those eternal truths neglect, 
 
 Which, if in early life obeyed, 
 Will make him like an Emmons ^^ strong, 
 
 To preach the words of love divine — 
 To swell, at last, redemption's song. 
 
 And with the saints in glory shine. 
 
 The youth, taught by a parent's faith 
 
 To lift the morn and evening prayer, 
 And credit all the Bible saith, 
 
 Will doubtless for a life prepare 
 Of virtue, justice, truth — and make 
 
 The influence of his life be felt 
 On thousands, for that Saviour's sake, 
 
 Who with the poor and outcast dwelt. 
 
 As through the haunts of sin he flies, 
 
 Full many a wanderer he will lead 
 From misery to the welcome skies. 
 
 With the confiding faith of Reed.'^'^ 
 O child of promise ! when I gaze 
 
 Upon thy meek and radiant brow, 
 My heart is full of grateful praise. 
 
 That Heaven vouchsafes to own thee now. 
 
 And him who weeps to hear the tale 
 
 Of sorrow and distress, and speaks 
 Kind words to all, with joy I hail. 
 
 E'en now a slighted friend he seeks. 
 To pour into his trembling breast 
 
 Some word to comfort him, and then 
 Rejoice in love — both sweetly blest; 
 
 He'll be a noble Fessenden.''^ 
 
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 A noble Fessenden ! How clear 
 
 His memory ! No common heart 
 Beat in his bosom. When I hear 
 
 His name })rononnced, warm tears will start 
 With gratitude and love. 'Twas he 
 
 Who stood beside my tender youth, 
 In dismal days of bigotry, 
 
 And uttered earnest words of truth. 
 
 For justice pleading, and for right, 
 
 I see him now as erst he stood ; 
 Convinced, he would not fail to smite, 
 
 Nor own an action wise or good 
 Where principle must suffer. No ! 
 
 Regardless of the public thought. 
 At prejudice he struck a blow, 
 
 And man's equality he taught. 
 
 The humble loved him, and they pressed 
 
 About his path, to catch a glance 
 Of his grand face, and they were blessed. 
 
 His smile was an inheritance 
 They treasured long ; it made them feel 
 
 Their darkened souls to Heaven were dear ; 
 While scorners lifted up the heel, 
 
 Thej knew one heart to be sincere. 
 
 The grave has called thee ; but thy name, 
 
 With warm aft'ection, long shall live, 
 And thousands read, in words of flame. 
 
 What noble principles achieve, 
 And be induced that path to tread 
 
 Which gave thy life a power to bless, 
 While all around thy path were spread 
 
 Rays from the Sun of Righteousness. 
 
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 Greatly beloved ! — how can I speak, 
 
 In words befitting, all thy worth.? — 
 Thy kindness to the poor and weak ? — 
 
 The peeled, down-trodden of the earth? 
 I cannot utter all I feel, 
 
 And so I praise the God who gave — 
 Who did in thee Himself reveal — 
 
 A Christian hero ! — just and brave. 
 
 Lisping in numbers, who may tell 
 
 The future of the gentle lad? 
 His country's honors he may swell. 
 
 And make a thousand hearth-homes glad. 
 His tales will bless the evening hour, 
 
 His lays the heart of sorrow cheering ; 
 His presence prove a soothing power, 
 
 With all the passion of a Deeking.'^^ 
 
 Fond of aquatic spoi*ts — soon as 
 
 Vacation comes, yon manly child 
 Seizes his line and hook ; he has 
 
 A joy complete amid the wild 
 To wander with the brook and catch 
 
 The mottled trout, or with his gun 
 To bring the plover down. I watch 
 
 With pleasure Nature's gifted son : 
 
 He'll prove a valued citizen 
 
 When youth's wild sports are past, and be 
 Among the energetic men 
 
 Of genius and utility. 
 If called to rule, no selfish end 
 
 Will move him from a nol)le ami ; 
 He'll be to God and truth a friend. 
 
 As honors cluster round his name. 
 
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 Perhaps he'll fill a Lincoln's^" place, 
 
 Or be a AYilson,^^ wise and strong, 
 To lift his country from disgrace. 
 
 To sing, at last, the victor's song ; 
 Or, like a Sumnee,^'^ he may prove 
 
 Firm as a rock amidst his foes, 
 Who plants his foot and will not move. 
 
 Though earth and hell his course oppose. 
 
 Who loves of mighty deeds to sing, 
 
 Inspired by nature and by art. 
 And listens to the rocks that ring 
 
 When lightnings blaze and thunders start. 
 May some grand, powerful epic write, 
 
 A nation's dormant heart to thrill, 
 And throw a halo, Avarm and bright, 
 
 O'er many a cold and barren hill. 
 
 Burdened with thought, how he may win 
 
 A careless schoolmate to the truth — 
 And save him from that course of sin 
 
 Which shades, e'en now, his sunny youth - 
 The noble boy on whom I gaze, 
 
 Delighted wdth his generous spirit, 
 Will brighten all life's future days. 
 
 Should he a Stackpole's ^' gifts inherit. 
 
 With modest look and pleasant speech, 
 
 And kindness beaming from thine eye, 
 In future years thy words may reach. 
 
 And change the endless destiny 
 Of many a wandering, vicious soul ; 
 
 But for thy prayers the tide of vice 
 Would like an angry torrent roll. 
 
 Men's dearest hopes to sacrifice. 
 
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 With a bright smile upon his face, 
 
 An index of the peace within , 
 Tliat child will ne'er his friends diso:race 
 
 By leaping in the whirl of Sin. 
 He early feels the joys that spring 
 
 From a pure heart of trust and love, 
 And with the zeal of Chickering,^^ 
 
 He'll lead a host redeemed above. 
 
 While he who from his play retires 
 
 To hold communion with the skies — 
 Whose gentle breast devotion tires, 
 
 And makes him in true wisdom wise — 
 May nobly lead a Christian band 
 
 O'er distant seas and burning climes — 
 Or with a Bkadlee ^^ faithful stand. 
 
 To battle with the city crimes. 
 
 Who throws aside his spelling-book, 
 
 And hastens to the pond to sail 
 His tiny boat, may be a Cook,^" 
 
 A Selkirk ^^ — theme for many a tale. 
 Like AsTOR,^^ he may wander far 
 
 From home and kin, in wealth to roll, 
 Or he may be a simple tar, 
 
 Fond only of the sparkling bowl. 
 
 Who loves to hear the squeaking fife — 
 
 The rolling drum — the bustle-blast — 
 See nations in a deadly strife, 
 
 That makes the stoutest stand aghast — 
 May be a Warrex,^^ first to hear 
 
 And then obey his country's call, 
 Rush on to battle without fear, 
 
 And in the deadly conflict fall. 
 
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 Who feels he has a word to say, 
 
 And talks, whate'er the subject is ; 
 Stands round the polls on voting-day. 
 
 And never will a caucus miss — 
 May be a Harringtox^^ — the sport 
 
 Of bo}'s upon the muster-ground — 
 Or with a rabble crowd resort. 
 
 Where games of meanest kind are found. 
 
 The boy who seldom parts his lips 
 
 Unless some manly thought's expressed - 
 Well pleased with musty manuscripts 
 
 Found in dilapidated chest — 
 Will not in future live in vain, 
 
 Content to be a plodding drudge ; 
 He'll be another Chamberlain,^^ 
 
 And sit upon the bench — a Judge. 
 
 That pompous youth, erect and lank. 
 
 Affecting to be Avondrous wise, 
 Who never stoops a friend to thank. 
 
 On whom for knowledge he relies — 
 Who struts about — inflated fool, 
 • As he were kins: of Caesar's realm — 
 May guide his bark w^here all is cool, 
 But Folly soon commands the helm. 
 
 When he becomes of age, look out ! 
 
 He'll be a critic, fiercely flat ; 
 Denounce, and ridicule, and flout, 
 
 And be as rampant as a gnat — 
 Until — O dear ! — there's nothing left 
 
 Of Cooper, Irving, Pierpont, Neal ; 
 Of all their honors they're bereft : 
 
 When he decides, there's no appeal ! 
 
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 A critic honest, just and wise, 
 
 AVill retul with care, and then decide , 
 He will not flash his owlish eyes. 
 
 Nor chuckle with a morbid pride, 
 When he a t uncrossed detects ; 
 
 But just to authors, young and old, 
 The finest passages selects, 
 
 And from the dross extracts the gold. 
 
 A penny-a-liner reads to find 
 
 Discrepancies, and logic false ; 
 To real merit he is blind. 
 
 And l)rilliant i^arts defective calls. 
 Because, forsooth, he has no taste 
 
 For wisdom, eloquence or wit; 
 Where ofcnius shines in lanofua2:e chaste, 
 
 Poor fool ! he cannot see a bit. 
 
 A critic wise — supremely so — 
 
 In his dear self — will little see 
 But blemishes in lines that glow 
 
 With all the soul's intensity ; 
 'Tis twattle to his sapient mind, 
 
 Accustomed to the puerile trash 
 In which he revels. Can one find 
 
 Pure gems, whose soul is fed on hash? 
 
 A silly Avight, who really thinks 
 
 He has destroyed, with spiteful veto. 
 One as regardless of his winks, 
 
 As if he were a vile mosquito. 
 Ignorant, self-willed, and vain as weak, 
 
 O fool ! what will become of thee ? 
 A breath or two — perhaps a squeak — 
 
 And dies in froth, Pomposity. ^^ 
 
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 There's Haymau — nought can i)lease him more 
 
 Than a slight foible to detect ; — 
 If there is one Avho stands before 
 
 Him m his class, he will select 
 The faA'orite lad to fret and tease ; 
 
 And he contrives a thousand ways 
 To wound his feelings, when he sees 
 
 He merits still the master's praise. 
 
 To folsehood he resorts to brinof 
 
 Disgrace upon the noble boy — 
 And throws a raven's sombre wins; 
 
 Around the heart brimful of joy. 
 If he succeeds, short triumph 'tis ; 
 
 Virtue, with Truth, will rise and shine 
 Above its subtlest enemies, 
 
 Owned and embraced by love divine. 
 
 I see that lad to manhood grow, 
 
 Whose 3'outh is so severely base ; 
 His character the Avorld will know — 
 
 They read it in his brazen face. 
 He stoops to low intrigues and tricks, 
 
 A menu, unlawful end to gain ; 
 And with the crafty he will mix. 
 
 To blind the eyes and power attain. 
 
 If he can buy an Editor — 
 
 And some, alas ! are cheaply sold — 
 Amid the crowd he'll make a stir — 
 
 Perhaps will make a little gold ; 
 A work of merit he will scout 
 
 As false in logic, Avordy, tame. 
 And rip its contents inside out, 
 
 Unless — the author's known to fame. 
 
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 If he can blacken modest worth, 
 
 He's sure to clip his pen in gall ; 
 On works that Genius brings to birth, 
 
 With all his venom he will fall. 
 He cuts and slashes everywhere. 
 
 And thinks he does a ^vorld of harm ; 
 But, Quixote-like, he beats the air. 
 
 Then wonders at the perfect calm. 
 
 Sometimes to make an insult tell, 
 
 He'll mark an odious paragraph, 
 Filled with the dialect of hell. 
 
 O'er Avhich his demon friends may laugh, 
 And send it to an author greeting. 
 
 Because he holds a cherished spite — 
 And if unnoticed, still repeating, 
 
 AVith a malignant, base delight. 
 
 There is Tom Blake — a heedless drone ; 
 
 His friends avoid him. Day by day 
 He walks to school and back alone — 
 
 And few will choose with him to play, 
 He is so slovenly. Besides, 
 
 He uses that vile, nauseous weed 
 The devil cunningly provides 
 
 For those whom he would captive lead. 
 
 He'll be a genteel clown, perhaps. 
 
 To pander to a taste depraved. 
 Or one of those mean legal chaps, 
 
 Pleased when a client he has shaved, 
 And fettered wisdom, to make clear 
 
 A case as dark as Erebus — 
 Whose brazen folly will appear 
 
 In every trifling, legal muss. 
 
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 The youth who for an angry blow 
 
 Returns forgiving h)oks of k)ve, 
 When he could lay the assailant low, 
 
 And not one schoolmate disapprove — 
 The spirit of his Lord displays, 
 
 Who when on earth forgave and blessed ; 
 Insidted in a thousand ways, 
 
 An angry word he ne'er expressed. 
 
 Forgiveness ! — attribute divine ! — 
 
 Heaven's atmosphere is redolent 
 With love that flows from souls benign — 
 
 Flowing forever, yet unspent. 
 It makes the earth an Eden-bower — 
 
 Attendant angels watching round — 
 Where no dark clouds of sorrow^ lower, 
 
 And precious fruits of love abound. 
 
 There's Phil, who always on his face 
 
 A genial smile of kindness wears, 
 And is so manly in his ways, 
 
 The confidence of all he shares : 
 Ask him a questicm, or request 
 
 Some favor at his hands, and he 
 To please his friends will do his best. 
 
 With all his heart, most cheerfully. 
 
 In 2:enerous acts he takes deliijht, 
 
 And guards against all selfish Avays, 
 And never from revenge or spite 
 
 His neighbors or his friends betrays. 
 If he can cheer when they are sad. 
 
 Or comfort them in their distress. 
 He kindly speaks, to make them glad ; 
 
 'Tis his delight to help and bless. 
 
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 He's pained when fall npon his ears 
 
 Languai^e impure or words profane ; 
 He begs bis friends, amid bis tears, 
 
 Their wicked passions to restrain : 
 In his retirement he seeks 
 
 The grace that's promised from the skies ; 
 He knows that God, to whom he speaks, 
 
 According to his faith supplies. 
 
 How beautiful the life of such ! 
 
 His heart, in every grace mature. 
 Will seldom feel Sin's bliffbtino- touch : 
 
 He'll be as innocent and pure 
 In sober manhood ; and through life 
 
 Maintain a character upright. 
 Enkindling love, and healing strife, 
 
 And in the fear of God delight. 
 
 Although he has enough to spare, 
 
 Mean Ike will hold each penny fast, 
 And not a single farthing share 
 
 With the poor lad who spent his last, 
 Some trifling comfort to obtain, 
 
 For hungry child or weary nurse ; 
 No real blessing be might gain 
 
 Will tempt him to unloose his purse. 
 
 He has no soul to sj^mpathize 
 
 With the unfriended and distressed ; 
 No generous aspirations rise 
 
 To animate his sordid breast ; — 
 No heart in gratitude is raised 
 
 For all the gifts that Heaven bestows ; 
 No bounteous Providence is praised 
 
 For the large stream of good that flows. 
 
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 I see him in the future stand 
 
 Firm as a pillar, to resist 
 Christian appeals to heart and hand, 
 
 As he firm clenches in his fist 
 The almight}^ dollar — Avhile around, 
 
 The trees and stones cry out for shame ; 
 And where the graceless poor abound, 
 
 They curses heap upon his name. 
 
 He has no friends to love him while 
 
 Thus living for himself alone — 
 No happy children stop to smile, 
 
 Whose sorrows he has made his own. 
 What does he care — supremely lost 
 
 In selfishness — for children's joys 
 Or orphan's tears ? — or who are tossed 
 
 On waves of grief? — or what destroys? 
 
 It is enough for him to know 
 
 His coflers groan with hoarded gold — 
 That treasures in abundance flow, 
 
 More than his hands — not heart — can hold. 
 But generous sympathy — it is 
 
 A joy his bosom never felt ; 
 And love — foretaste of heavenly bliss — 
 
 Ne'er in his frozen bosom dwelt. 
 
 He wall pass on, and, statue-like. 
 
 Be gazed at — as the marble cold — 
 Or Polar iceberg, that will strike 
 
 A fearful chill as men behold. 
 And when he dies — as die he must — 
 
 No grief from widow^ed hearts will flow — 
 Nor orphans seek his slumbering dust, 
 
 To pay with tears a debt they owe. 
 
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 The child who shudders when he sees 
 
 A piiiiishmeiit inflicted, and 
 Metes out his tender sympathies 
 
 For all who suffer, and will stand 
 Redeemer for an erring youth. 
 
 However guilty, if thereby 
 'Twill lead him in the path of truth — 
 
 Evinces true nobility. 
 
 In coming years you find him where 
 
 So firmly stand the noble few. 
 Who for a kingdom will not dare 
 
 Unite with an illicit crew, 
 To wrong his country, or betray 
 
 The humblest citizen oppressed ; 
 But with the Right hell urge his way, 
 
 Till all are free, and truly blessed. 
 
 Who casts suspicion with abuse — 
 
 Malignant treats the orphan child, 
 And breaks the playthings that amuse — 
 
 And with a spirit mean and wild, 
 Disgusts by those malicious acts 
 
 He makes no effort to restrain. 
 Will more and more repulsive wax, 
 
 And be as wicked as he's vain. 
 
 As years increase he'll viler grow — 
 
 If that were possible to be — 
 And to corrupt, wide open throw 
 
 The floodgates of iniquity. 
 O youth, beware ! restrain to-day 
 
 The evil lurking in thy breast. 
 Lest thou with Truth stand in array .... 
 
 A curse to earth .... a moral pest. 
 
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 He wildly gay and fond of sport — 
 
 Now chasing bees, now plucking flowers, 
 Anon in mischievous resort — . 
 
 May be a Gilmore ^* or a Nowers.®^ 
 He shouting loud the Avild Hurrah ! 
 
 High up the hill or down the vale, 
 May be sedate, like Hall^^ or Carr,^^ 
 
 Or take the census with a Sale.^'' 
 
 The boy so constant in his place — 
 
 Who never rises to complain — 
 May have the spirit of a Chase ,^^ 
 
 Possess the genius of a Paine. ^' 
 Calm, cool, collected, yon fair child 
 
 May form the character of Quint, ^•'" 
 While he so gentle, pleasant, mild. 
 
 May future Globes or Journals print. 
 
 The lad who loves the ball and hoop, 
 
 And plays from morn till evening dark, 
 The manliest in that happy group, 
 
 May rise a Gerrish^"' or a Clark. "^ 
 In him who feels for suft'ering want. 
 
 And freely spends his last bright penny 
 To bless some humble, wretched haunt. 
 
 May live the unsellish soul of Tenney.^"^ 
 
 Stand by, Horatio : what a fool 
 
 To be a braggart, and believe 
 That half the pupils in the school 
 
 You can by pompous words deceive ; 
 And make them think that pride and show 
 
 Are real and substantial things. 
 When every honest child must knoAv 
 
 Whence all pretended virtue springs. 
 
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 Remember, he who tries to pass 
 
 For more than he is really worth, 
 Is looked upon as but an ass, 
 
 Exciting ridicule and mirth ; 
 He is by all the good forsaken. 
 
 Who truth obey and virtue prize — 
 So let your foolish heart awaken, 
 
 And in God's strength and wisdom rise. 
 
 The lad who boasts of roving round 
 
 Upon the sacred Sabbath-day, 
 And never in the place is found 
 
 Where God's disciples meet to pray — 
 Will doubtless be a graceless son. 
 
 And early tread the path of shame — 
 The just restraints of Virtue shun, 
 
 And bring reproach upon his name. 
 
 Ah ! scores of once bright happy boys, 
 
 "Who might have blessed the world, have made 
 In early life a wretched choice. 
 
 And in a felon's grave been laid ; 
 They saw their folly when too late. 
 
 O seek the bliss to them denied, 
 And learn a lesson from their fate. 
 
 And loyal cleave to Virtue's side ! 
 
 The child so early to expose 
 
 A trifling fault, and magnifies 
 A paltry sin — a temper shows 
 
 Which generous, manl}^ lads despise. 
 They all avoid him in their sports, 
 
 And choose companions less inclined 
 To watch' them in their fond resorts, 
 
 Some foolish, trivial fault to find. 
 
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 If he should live, nor change his course, 
 
 He will a world of mischief make — 
 And many a noble soul will force 
 
 A sad and dangerous step to take. 
 In Church or State he'll follow still 
 
 His mean and cowardly pursuit, 
 And may not cease his work until 
 
 He's made to hear the sheriff's foot. 
 
 The boy who reaches o'er the fence 
 
 Good Father Hussey's *°^ pears to take, 
 I fear will be, a few years hence, 
 
 Among the reckless men who break 
 Our wholesome laws ; alack ! alack ! 
 
 He'll swear and fight — perhaps will steal 
 With Peter Hall ^"^ npon his track. 
 
 Or stern old Polleys ^"'* at his heel. 
 
 When crazy Butler ^"^ passes by. 
 
 How many laugh with wild halloo ! 
 And sometimes dangerous missiles fly, 
 
 That hit the harmless maniac too. 
 Ah ! children, little dream you now 
 
 How kind a heart was nourished there ! 
 How brightly beamed a noble ))row ! 
 
 The depth of sorrow and despair ! 
 
 Misfortune with affliction came. 
 
 And pierced the heart so suddenly, 
 That it extinguished Reason's flame. 
 
 And left the vacant mind you see ; 
 So pity him, and kindly speak ; 
 
 A pleasant word may have the power 
 To flash within a sunny streak. 
 
 And gild one dark and gloomy hour. 
 
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 To make a heart afflicted feel 
 
 The impulse of a joy divine — 
 Is it not better than to deal 
 
 In low, vile epithets — and shine 
 A vulgar wit? — to mock and jeer 
 
 At vacant minds and tottering age ? 
 O better far to check the tear, 
 
 And sorrow, pain and grief assuage ! 
 
 Ah ! happy will those children be, 
 
 When all their sunny days are past. 
 Who never erred designedly. 
 
 Nor by their crimes a shadow cast 
 About their paths ; who never did 
 
 The needy or the poor oppress ; 
 But others' faults in kindness hid, 
 
 And made their pains and sorrows less. 
 
 "No school to-morrow ! — good, good, good ! " 
 
 Young BozE^"^ to his companion cries, 
 Arousino- the whole neio-hborhood — 
 
 With joy unbounded in his eyes. 
 He hopes to have a gala-beat — 
 
 Forgetting spelling-book and slate — 
 In the Back Fields ^"^ a green retreat 
 
 Where happy hours the children wait. 
 
 Perhaps he thinks of Munjoy's Hill,"" 
 
 Where he can fly his favorite kite ; 
 Or, what to him is better still. 
 
 With some half-dozen boys unite, 
 And down to Great Hog Island "^ row. 
 
 And fish for cunners — a rare sport 
 That Portland children full well know, 
 
 Who oft to Diamond Isle resort. 
 
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 God bless you a.11, where'er you rove, 
 
 Upon the coming joyous day, 
 Boys of Moose Alley "^ and the Cove, 
 
 AVho with each other join in play ! 
 A gracious Providence Avatch o'er, 
 
 And keep you in the path of right — 
 And to your pleasant homes restore, 
 
 Before the shadows of the ni2:ht. 
 
 Here's James, a boy who never gave 
 
 Good Master Hall^^** a moment's OTief ; 
 Perhaps he is a little grave. 
 
 Like his companions, Burns and Sheafe : "* 
 Yet he is ready to bestow 
 
 A favor in so kind a way. 
 That toward him your best feelings go. 
 
 And you are Avith him iu his play. 
 
 His even temper, always sweet. 
 
 Makes him a general favorite, 
 The top to spin — the hoop to beat — 
 
 The kite to fly — the ball to hit. 
 The scholars choose him — for they love 
 
 A genial turn — a social heart — 
 Whene'er o'er Deering's Woods ^^^ they rove, 
 
 Or some new enterprise they start. 
 
 One who is now so promising 
 
 In fnture days will honor gain, 
 And never ou his country bring. 
 
 If called to rule, a single stain. 
 If in the Church he choose to stand, 
 
 A noble pillar he will be, 
 To teach, persuade, or to command, 
 
 With the mild, genial heart of Crie."^ 
 
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 Edward, so ready with his pen 
 
 In school, and when he's tired of play, 
 In sketching landscapes, trees and men, 
 
 That look so natural — yet may, 
 If with his years his taste improve, 
 
 And he should guide his pencil right, 
 Among the stars of promise move, 
 
 And e^ive to thousands rare delight, 
 
 "Behind the stump ! " bad boys cry' out, 
 
 As Hans,"' half drunken, passes by. 
 He is enraged — they louder shout — 
 
 While stones and turf around them fly. 
 Shame ! to provoke a feeble man. 
 
 And call nicknames, and shout and laugh, 
 Although he takes more spirit than 
 
 He can sustain, e'en with his stafl'. 
 
 Suppose it were your father who 
 
 So far forgot his manhood as 
 To drink and fall what Avould you do 
 
 If boys should hoot to see him pass ? 
 Would you join with them? No, no, no ! 
 
 Remember, then, that drunken Hans 
 Has boys who feel their shame and woe 
 
 As keenly as another man's. 
 
 Resist at once when wickedly 
 
 You're tempted to insult another ; 
 Perhaps the victim next may be 
 
 Your neighbor, father, or your brother. 
 Ask God to keep you from the wrong, 
 
 And make you gentle, mild and good, 
 And ne'er permit a heedless tongue 
 
 To speak in language low or rude. 
 
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 There is no sight more beautiful 
 
 Than children innocently gay — 
 Who, mindful of the golden rule, 
 
 Are kiud and thoughtful while they play ; 
 Their hearts, "when free from every stain 
 
 Of folly, pride and sin, presents 
 A scene the pen essays in vain 
 
 To paint in all its lineaments. 
 
 "Freeman"^ is coming ! " Who is he, 
 
 With saw upon his shoulder hung ? 
 One who w^as all activity, 
 
 Bright, studious, sharp, when he was j^oung. 
 Gifted with splendid mental powers, 
 
 He labored with a right good will 
 Through years, improving all his hours, 
 
 His mind with golden thoughts to fill. 
 
 Alas ! there came an evil day, 
 
 AVhen shadows wrapped his noble soul ; 
 From books he loved he turned away. 
 
 By influence he could not control. 
 He sunk in darkness — and alone 
 
 In solitude from light he crept ; 
 The dearest friends were now unknown, 
 
 Who o'er his shattered genius wept. 
 
 And oft he seeks the Avorthy poor. 
 
 To labor for them without pay ; 
 He'll saAV the wood piled at the door. 
 
 Nor speak a word throughout the day. 
 And thus he goes from cot to cot 
 
 As if by God's own finger led. 
 And seems contented with his lot. 
 
 Show pity, boys, when Eeason's fled. 
 
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 Light with a smile the clouds that shade 
 
 The maniac's brow, and never dare 
 Insult whom God in wisdom made 
 
 A hopeless victim of despair. 
 Perhaps a word may chase the gloom 
 
 And light within a genial spark — 
 The midnight of the soul illume, 
 
 Where all is desolate and dark. 
 
 So full of frolic, and so sly 
 
 Is little Jake, he scarcely keeps 
 From fun beneath his master's eye. 
 
 He capers round, and sings and leaps. 
 And throws new life in all the plays. 
 
 His schoolmates love him, and delight 
 To pass with him the holidays, 
 
 On Rocky Hill^^^ or Bramhall's Height. ^^^ 
 
 In summer-time they oft resort 
 
 To Chase's '^^ logs, on AVilmot Street, 
 And in the water find rare sport, 
 
 Away from dust and noonday heat. 
 Refreshed, they sit beneath the shade 
 
 Of broad-armed oaks, and stories tell 
 Of giant rogues — of geese that laid 
 
 The golden eggs — or haunted dell. 
 
 And thus the blessed moments pasg, 
 
 To them how pleasant and how dear ! 
 Tumbling about the fragrant grass. 
 
 Where birds rejoice and flowers appear ! 
 Anon they climb the apple-trees, 
 
 And pluck the green un ripened fruit ; 
 And now they chase the humlile-bees. 
 
 To strip them of their golden suit. 
 
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 And so the hours run gliding on, 
 
 With not a care Init that which goes 
 With the departure of the sun ; — 
 
 Then home they trudge, and find repose 
 Where heaven so very near them seems, 
 
 Beneath a tender parent's eye. 
 That lost in sleep and l)lissful dreams, 
 
 The night in quiet passes by. 
 
 Proud, arrogant and vain, I fear 
 
 The future days will not be bright 
 To thee ; — that social friends and dear 
 
 Will keep from one who takes delight 
 In pomp and show, self-love and ease. 
 
 But little sympathy is found 
 In hearts that never Avish to please — 
 
 Where pride and vanity abound. 
 
 Tom thinks it shows a manliness 
 
 To strut about with a cigar, 
 When his unseemly ways distress. 
 
 And every social pleasure mar. 
 He does not see the fool it makes, 
 
 To ape the follies of the day — 
 Nor dream what little brains it takes 
 
 To putf tobacco-smoke away. 
 
 And yet he finds the example set 
 
 By men who're in positions high — 
 Who love to chew and smoke, and yet 
 
 Retain their moral dignity — 
 And even ministers, who stand 
 
 As chosen legates from the skies, 
 The follies of the times to brand. 
 
 As sins demandina: sacrifice. 
 
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 Preachers ! — 'tis shame to call them such, 
 
 Who, wedded to a nauseous weed, 
 Besr of their hearers not to touch 
 
 Aught that unholy passions breed. 
 They urge .... they pray .... with what avail, 
 
 When cherishing a filthy vice ? 
 Can they slip o'er*the devil's tail. 
 
 And reach the bliss of Paradise ? 
 
 " For God's own glory," they will cry, 
 
 " We smoke our pipes." And why not drink 
 Brandy, or rum, or gin, when dry, 
 
 And at the thousand evils wink 
 That curse the world, and man degrade. 
 
 And brutalize the God-like mind? 
 For something holier we were made. 
 
 In spite of Spurgeon.^^^ Is he blind? 
 
 Come hither, lad ! What trouble — hey ? 
 
 Have schoolmates been unkind to you. 
 And called harsh names while at their play, 
 
 Because, forsooth, of darker hue 
 God made your skin? Ah ! did not He 
 
 Give you as kind a heart as theirs ? 
 To you are not his mercies free ? 
 
 Is not heaven open to your prayers ? 
 
 Does God regard with favor those 
 
 Whose skins are of a purer white ; 
 While his compassion never flows 
 
 Tow^ard those who are as dark as nis-ht ? 
 Did Christ, to save the perishing. 
 
 Leave the bright glories of the skies. 
 And shut from his protecting wing 
 
 The humblest, who for mercy cries? 
 
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 Ah no ! The heart, and that alone, 
 
 Is the chief object of his care ; 
 And children of the torrid zone 
 
 His rich abnndunt blessings share. 
 Alike with those who live beneath 
 
 The sun's oblique and scattered rays — 
 The humblest, weakest souls that breathe - 
 
 Which look to him with love and praise. 
 
 Against you if the l)oys be set. 
 
 And you are slighted in the street, 
 O never in a passion get. 
 
 Or an unfriendly word repeat. 
 Be studious, just, and kind to all. 
 
 Success will then your efforts crown ; — 
 You yet may reach the Senate hall — 
 
 Become a Euby^^^ or a Brown. '^^ 
 
 Far better still — your heart may beat 
 
 In sweet accord with truth divine, 
 And you may find, at Jesus' feet, 
 
 A pearl that will all gems outshine. 
 And when at last a crown is Avon, 
 
 The trials now severe to bear 
 You'll see were sent in love by One 
 
 Who richer blessings will prepare. 
 
 The youth, just leaning on a shelf 
 
 Beneath the spreading willow-tree, 
 Is always speaking of himself — 
 
 What he has done — Avhat he will be. 
 Surrounded by a listening squad, 
 
 He hugely entertains them all ; 
 You'd think he'd passed a life abroad, 
 
 And seen whole nations rise and fall. 
 
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 Where'er yoii meet him 'tis the same 
 
 Loud egotistical displaj' ; 
 A subject you can scarcely name 
 
 But somethiug new he'll try to say. 
 A lad so wonderful, you think, 
 
 Will be erelong; a brilliant star. 
 Pshaw ! — he will to a pygmy shrink, 
 
 While modest worth outstrips him far. 
 
 Glib tongues and frothy impudence 
 
 Affect to make a wondrous show ; 
 But all will see there's lack of sense, 
 
 And marvel they so little know. 
 The good avoid them, and the bad 
 
 May stop awhile to laugh and chat ; 
 But, wearied out, each one is glad 
 
 For an excuse to seize his hat. 
 
 The stately lad, with brilliant eye. 
 
 Now standing by yon shady birch — 
 Who listens so attentively 
 
 To what is said at school or church. 
 To gain instruction, will command 
 
 Respect and love where'er he goes. 
 And in the future he may stand 
 
 A Jenks ^^^ or Barnes ^^'^ — God only knows. 
 
 I'm sure a youth so diligent. 
 
 And free from vicious practices — 
 Whose mind on duty is intent — 
 
 Will not the prize of virtue miss. 
 From error and from crime aloof, 
 
 The Lord he serves will surely keep, 
 As he will have abundant proof 
 
 At night, and when he wakes from sice}). 
 
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 Though modest Virtue lowly lies 
 
 Beneath the crushing heel of Wrong, 
 I see him in the future rise, 
 
 A Christian , eloquent and strong : 
 In every cause demanding strength. 
 
 He will with earnest zeal engage, 
 And stand before the w^orld, at length. 
 
 With. all the honors of a Paige. ^" 
 
 What conscience dictates he will do, 
 
 Regardless of the frowns of men ; 
 As wisdom guides, that course pursue, 
 
 In public halls, or with his pen. 
 Which Avill God's sacred cause maintain, 
 
 And truth and virtue elevate — 
 And lead a large rejoicing train. 
 
 Till welcomed at the heavenly gate. 
 
 List ! there's a voice so musical, 
 
 Its cadences upon the ear 
 In gentle undulations fall, 
 
 And make me stand entranced to hear. 
 'Tis from yon child of flaxen hair, 
 
 Who sings spontaneous while he plays : 
 Heaven-gifted boy ! he's not aware 
 
 Of his exceeding power and grace. 
 
 Ere Time upon his brow shall write 
 
 The wrinkled lines of care and thought, 
 His music will the heart delight, 
 
 As if with strains from Gabriel caught. 
 God help thee, child, and guard thy way. 
 
 Lest we be called to mourn th}' loss — 
 The light of many a golden day — 
 
 The future Thomas,^-^ Winch or Strauss.^''''' 
 
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 A group of boys are talking loud 
 
 Of what transpired at school to-day : 
 I learn from one who leaves the crowd, 
 
 The master checked a boy at play, 
 Who in defiant, angry mood, 
 
 Determined order to resist. 
 And rose in threatening attitude, 
 
 With flashing eye and doubled fist. 
 
 Quiet the studious boys remained. 
 
 Although some fear one might detect. 
 Until the master's power was gained. 
 
 And the rebellious spirit checked. 
 And each felt happier as he saw 
 
 Successful triumph of the right ; 
 Good scholars, to preserve the law. 
 
 Their earnest efibrts will unite. 
 
 There's Charlie, with a Christian zeal. 
 
 Faithful, and honest, and sincere ; 
 How oft he makes a kind appeal 
 
 For God's own Word, to him so dear ! 
 The Bible ! guide to youth and age — 
 
 Stamped Avith credentials all divine — 
 What wisdom glows on every page ! — 
 
 What mercy breathes in every line ! 
 
 It brings to burdened hearts relief — 
 
 It sanctifies the cross we bear — 
 An antidote for every grief — 
 
 Sweet solace to the bowed with care ! 
 It is a mine of wealth untold — 
 
 A treasure of exhaustless truth — 
 A fountain where the poor and old 
 
 Bathe, and renew the fire of youth. 
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 "With only Nature's flickering light, 
 
 Unconscious of the j^ath of Avrong, 
 In Superstition's cheerless night, 
 
 How blindly should we grope along ! 
 No hope Avould chase the cloud that hangs 
 
 Above life's dark and devious way — 
 No faith relieve the mental pangs, 
 
 O'ershadowing bright eternal day. 
 
 The Bible ! — friend in strife and gloom — 
 
 In checkered scenes of grief and woe — 
 The only light that can illume, 
 
 When throuo-h the vale of death we 2^0. 
 This treasure may you daily prize, 
 
 Read and obey with patient care, 
 And be for God and honor wise. 
 
 And for an endless life prepare. 
 
 That peevish lad, as if he'd bite 
 
 The first who spoke a pleasant word — 
 Who never seems to take delight 
 
 Except his cross-grained nature's stirred 
 Who sees no l)eauty in the sky — 
 
 In gardens prodigal of flowers — 
 In waters gliding peaceful by — 
 
 In summer's soft refreshing showers : 
 
 Who hates the genial excellence 
 
 His waspish nature cannot reach — 
 And who with manifold pretence 
 
 Will sometimes moral lessons preach — 
 Who daily tramples on the rights 
 
 Of others, sacred as his own, 
 And with inflated fury fights 
 
 With sounding words, and words alone- 
 
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 The fretful child ! — I fear for him, 
 
 Should he to manhood's years attain ; 
 His heart, conceited to the brim. 
 
 Will make him silly, captious, vain. 
 If I should find him, it would be 
 
 Among the criticising staff, 
 . Where waspish creatures, such as he, 
 
 Make all good-natured authors laugh. 
 
 The modern critic ! Jupiter ! 
 
 That one so low should mount so hiiAi ! 
 Was e'er the creature known to err, 
 
 Equivocate, or risk a lie? 
 O knowledge vast ! O wisdom rare ! 
 
 O truth distressingly severe ! 
 Genius, for thy sure doom prepare ! 
 
 A fool would blast thy bright career ! 
 
 A casual peep at ponderous tomes, 
 
 And rare defects will loom at once ; 
 You learn next morning at your homes, 
 
 The author's a consummate dunce. 
 The man of consequence is he 
 
 Who graciously reviewed the book — 
 The writer is a — nobody — 
 
 And his vocation he mistook. 
 
 A whipper-snapper, with the tip 
 
 Of his metallic — what a fool ! — 
 Imagines he can Genius strip 
 
 (Didst ever see an ass so cool?) 
 Of honors clustering round his name. 
 
 And his laborious works disgrace — 
 Then damn him to eternal shame. 
 
 While all the world approving gaze. 
 
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 One so contemptible is fit 
 
 For no position — save the slough ; 
 He has no honor — not a bit ; — 
 
 Meanness is written on his l^row. 
 I ask no prophet to predict 
 
 The end of such a venal wretch ; 
 From town to town he may be kicked 
 
 By every able Johnny Ketch. 
 
 The wheedling Editor ! — what trash 
 
 Before the world he spreads at times — 
 Full of the merest wishy-wash, 
 
 In uncouth prose and namby rhymes — 
 Written by men in public ranks ! 
 
 Distinguished names have power to bring 
 The people to bestow their thanks, 
 
 And something better, that will ring. 
 
 He labors for a great man's thought, 
 
 And gives it his approving stamp ; 
 He knows the papers will be sought 
 
 By many a literary tramp, 
 Who must admire the grand ideas, 
 
 Conveyed in language so explicit — 
 While every jackass pricks his ears 
 
 To catch the praises they elicit. 
 
 Thus men of influence write for pay 
 
 The Aveakest twattle one could think, 
 And please the public — lack-a-day ! 
 
 The waste of paper, time and ink ! — 
 While thoughts that breathe of truths divine 
 
 From men devout, unknown to fame, 
 That with the fire of genius shine, 
 
 Unread, arc cast into the flame. 
 
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 'Tis quite aifecting to behold 
 
 How men who chiim peculiar grace, 
 Eschewiug vice, aud love of gold, 
 
 AVith stroug disgust of power aud place, 
 Beueath a sanctimonious phiz 
 
 Anuul the world and its contents. 
 Yet deem no whining cant amiss 
 
 To treasure dimes and rusty cents. 
 
 Mark ! — how religiously they talk ! 
 
 What self-denying words they write ! 
 How near the line of truth they walk ! 
 
 How zealously for sect they fight ! 
 But Heaven with indignation scans 
 
 The follies they in secret mint. 
 And brings to nought the silly plans 
 
 So piously arrayed in print. 
 
 Give us the Editor we prize — 
 
 For truth and rio;ht the heart aoflow : 
 Not fawning to the rich and wise. 
 
 Nor captious to the poor and low ; 
 Not haughty to the men who see, 
 
 From humble life, a mighty evil — 
 Nor harsh on those who dare to be 
 
 Opposed to men who serve the devil ; 
 
 One who will treat with kind respect 
 
 The words that fall from honest hearts. 
 Nor, basely personal, reflect 
 
 On him who from the ploughshare starts 
 Upon a cause unpopular — 
 
 But still the cause of truth and right — 
 Until he shines a brilliant star, 
 
 Above the world's dark, moral night ; 
 
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 One who will be in sympathy 
 
 With the down-troddeu and oppressed, 
 Nor iisk how great and good men see, 
 
 Before he dare unlock his breast ; 
 Who'll speak in thunder-tones when Vice 
 
 Unblushingly with Virtue stalks, 
 Nor for his influence have a price, 
 
 When red Revenge beside him walks ; 
 
 Who will not bow the knee to state. 
 
 Nor dicker for a golden crown, 
 Whom honest praise will not elate, 
 
 Nor bitter censure break him down ; 
 Who, wheresoe'er a jewel lies. 
 
 In senate-halls, or on the turf. 
 Secures and polishes the prize — 
 
 The same to him a king or serf. 
 
 He asks not where a brilliant thought 
 
 First saw the light ; he only knows 
 'Twas in the heart of genius Avrought, 
 
 And to the world the gem he throws ; 
 Pleased to convey to other minds 
 
 What greatly has enriched his own ; 
 And thus a luxury he finds, 
 
 By the unselfish felt alone. 
 
 And if he cannot see the force 
 
 Of arguments that others use. 
 He is too noble for recourse 
 
 To ridicule or low abuse. 
 He meets one like a generous foe — 
 
 Takes no advantage Avhen he can ; 
 If he defective logic show, 
 
 Thinks no less highly of the man. 
 
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 A work unheralded, and backed 
 
 By not one influential name, 
 He would not if he could detract, 
 
 But rather help the author's fame 
 By pleasant extracts, culled with care, 
 
 His taste and talents to display, 
 That in the dwellings everywhere 
 
 The humble work may find its way. 
 
 Such is the Editor we prize — 
 
 He's worthy of a world's renown ; 
 Before him fadeless garlands rise, 
 
 His faithful services to crown. 
 His spirit with that grace imbued 
 
 AYhich is from Heaven alone supplied, 
 And conscious of the right pursued. 
 
 His days in peace and pleasure glide. 
 
 Who is uneasy, frets and scolds, 
 
 And of himself incessant prates — 
 Who never for ten minutes holds 
 
 The same opinion to his mates — 
 Will be uncertain, whiffling, vain, 
 
 If he should see maturer days ; 
 And ne'er that high position gain 
 
 Which honest men delight to praise. 
 
 To-day, with all his ardent powers 
 
 He advocates a righteous cause ; 
 Anon, when sleeping seven full hours. 
 
 He fears 'twill conflict with the laws. 
 He builds a structure strong and fair — 
 
 Its just proportions all admire ; 
 To-morrow he begins to tear ; 
 
 'Tis scathed as with consuming fire. 
 
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 He is a minister, and loves .... 
 
 How tender!}^ his precious flock ; 
 
 Their Christian efibrts he approves, 
 
 And seems as stable as a rock. 
 He will not leave his people, no, 
 
 Not e'en for kingdoms and for thrones ; 
 Through life he'll guide and with them go, 
 
 And lay with them at last his bones. 
 
 Whew ! comes a loud and louder call — 
 
 Position strong, and better pay ; 
 He is content — 'tis useless all — 
 
 Assures his people he will stay. 
 He's restless and uneasy — thinks 
 
 Perhaps his health he can improve, 
 And almost to despondence sinks 
 
 Before he dare an effort move. 
 
 The tempting gold — the ardent friends — 
 
 No wonder he is sick and sad. 
 And secretly a message sends — 
 
 "I may accept I wish I had." 
 
 He feigns disease, and to his flock 
 
 He whines about the unhealthy town ; 
 His constitution has a shock. 
 
 And he is daily breaking down. 
 
 If he should drink his tea less strong — 
 
 Grind his tobacco with his feet — 
 You would not hear the doleful song, 
 
 Whenever you the pastor meet, 
 Of lassitude and aching head — 
 
 Ideas confused and general pains ; 
 The welcome truth would be, instead. 
 
 That he in health and vigor gains. 
 
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 How many self-denial preach, 
 
 While they are wedded to a vice ! 
 Strange ! their own arguments wont reach 
 
 The idols in their breasts that rise ! 
 The sins of others they behbld 
 
 In all their ugliness arrayed ; 
 Their own they keep like choicest gold, 
 
 And guard them closely in the shade. 
 
 He asks dismission, and he prays 
 
 That God in future prosper them. 
 Is he sincere in what he says? 
 
 Does not his course his words condemn? 
 Would not a merchant who should pledge 
 
 His sacred word, and break it, be 
 Condemned by all, and strive to hedge, 
 
 Ashamed an honest man to see ? 
 
 Should Christian men whose hearts have been 
 
 Touched and redeemed by grace divine, 
 Be privileged to live in sin — 
 
 And on the walls of Zion shine? 
 Forbid, Almighty God, forbid 
 
 That thine anointed ones should cease 
 To follow truth and right, amid 
 
 The Baal host with cringing knees. 
 
 Teach thou thy ministers to be 
 
 Sincere, devout, upright and just ; 
 In every path to follow thee, 
 
 Eschewing ease and worldly lust. 
 Their purpose to redeem and save 
 
 From sorrow here — from future shame — 
 Nor worldly pelf nor honor crave, 
 
 And thus to glorify thy name. 
 
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 Like honest Paul, how few forsake 
 
 The darling idols of the breast ! — 
 With wealth and friends who dare to break, 
 
 And be deprived of needful rest, 
 Their bleeding Lor'd to glorify? 
 
 Who Avith prevailing crimes will deal, 
 And with a martj^r-spirit die, 
 
 A faithful ministry to seal ! 
 
 The boy so plausible and meek, 
 
 Who worms himself around his mates — 
 The sons of wealth — who'll scarcely speak 
 
 To humble children — and Avho prates 
 Of rich relations — will, I fear. 
 
 Rise an inflated nincompoop. 
 And on the stage of life appear, 
 
 His kind, true-hearted friends to dupe. 
 
 Interest may prompt him to unite 
 
 With some religious active sect ; 
 He'll zealously for doctrines fight, 
 
 As one would naturally expect. 
 His object — to secure applause, 
 
 And friends around his standard draw ; 
 He'll advocate the leading cause 
 
 For the best good of virtue. Pshaw ! 
 
 The loaves and fishes catch his eye. 
 
 And while he pleads for truth, he knows 
 Where all the best possessions lie, 
 
 And with full strength for them he goes. 
 Who should know better yield their point 
 
 When he's a candidate for some 
 Important post, and so anoint 
 
 A knave to lead, long years to come. 
 
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 A nice fjit agency, maybe, 
 
 He thinks he can with credit fill, 
 Where gold and bonds arc handled free — 
 
 And here he works with right good-will. 
 His labors with the times increase — 
 
 At least he seems to think they do — 
 And so he asks friends greeting, please 
 
 My office and my pay renew. 
 
 The pions souls appreciate 
 
 The labor of his heart and hands, 
 And therefore do not hesitate 
 
 To yield at once to his demands. 
 They give him all he asks, and more. 
 
 And lift him higher on the round, 
 Perhaps beyond full half a score 
 
 Who in the faith are far more sound. 
 
 Words, words — Avith a peculiar knack 
 
 To blind the eyes and veil the heart — 
 Have power to push true Virtue back, 
 
 And give bold Impudence a start 
 High up, where he can live at ease, 
 
 And smile on those who toil below — 
 While now and then, on bended knees, 
 
 A w^ordy prayer will downward go. 
 
 And thus a fixture he remains. 
 
 Firm as a king upon his throne ; 
 Friends do not feel the silken chains 
 
 He has adroitly round them thrown. 
 Upon his merits they descant — 
 
 A paragon of Virtue's make ; 
 A voice from Heaven could not supplant. 
 
 And the strong cords that bind them break. 
 
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 Yet had they but n moiety 
 
 Of Yankee common sense, methinks 
 They would the base corruption see — 
 
 (Excuse a Saxon word) ^that stinks. 
 Instead of fawning to the rich, 
 
 And growling at the worthy poor, 
 They would not hesitate to pitch 
 
 The pious sniveller from the door. 
 
 Who will insist his friends shall hear 
 
 The tedious story he may tell, 
 E'en when he knows the hour is near 
 
 To strike the morning school-hour bell — 
 And in recess still lolls around 
 
 With his dull, lengthened rigmarole, 
 If but a single child is found 
 
 To whom he can a portion dole — 
 
 Who fails to see that he annoys 
 
 By his eternal clattering tongue, 
 While thus he precious time employs 
 
 With words, words, words, at random strmig, 
 Will, if he grows to man's estate, 
 
 Find few associates and friends ; 
 Men W'ill not stop to hear one prate 
 
 Whose tedious story never ends. 
 
 You're out of patience, and beseech 
 
 That he would not your peace molest — 
 (Of all good manners 'tis the breach 
 
 To give the tongue no moments' rest) — 
 But still he talks and talks again. 
 
 Says nothing new, nor to the point. 
 Till you are forced to be so plain 
 
 As to unbend your lower joint. 
 
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 He'll track you in the public street, 
 
 When not a moment you can spare, 
 At church — on change — and where you eat. 
 
 With some device to split a hair. 
 Perhaps he'll see you at your room. 
 
 Or "svhen you're busy at your store, 
 And half your valued time consume. 
 
 Good Heaven ! preserve us from a bore. 
 
 It rained last night and filled the pond : 
 
 "Ho ! for the boats," the children cry. 
 Who of aquatic sports are fond. 
 
 As to the sparkling brook they fly. 
 They launch their vessels, and the breeze 
 
 Will sometimes waft them safe across ; 
 Anon they wade up to their knees, 
 
 To save a little craft from loss. 
 
 They load them with a mimic freight, 
 
 To carry to a distant port, 
 And for an hour, perhaps, will wait 
 
 As they pass island, town and fort, 
 Before they reach their destined place. 
 
 And thus the summer day is passed ; 
 With blistered hands and sunburnt face 
 
 Gladly they yield their sport at last. 
 
 There's lazy Tom — he never knows 
 
 When he is wanted — what he wants — 
 And careless, heedless, slipshod goes. 
 
 With slouching cap and tattered pants. 
 Devoid of neatness — manners, none — 
 
 He finds his level with a set 
 Who to the city's vices run. 
 
 And always into trouble get. 
 
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 He cares less for a useful book 
 
 Than for a horse-race or regatta ; 
 Prefers on vicious games to look, 
 
 Than read in Hester or Errata. 
 He seeks no place of study where 
 
 He may the precious hours improve, 
 And for a nobler life prepare — 
 
 Foretaste of blessedness above. 
 
 He'll prove a curse where'er he's known, 
 
 And draAV from honor and from truth, 
 And cause the widoAved heart to moan 
 
 O'er many a once bright, virtuous youth. 
 Whom by his precepts he has led 
 
 From the dear fold of love astray — 
 Whose heart, with poisonous precepts fed, 
 
 He urges on the doAvnward way. 
 
 O, what but grace divine can save? — 
 
 And from Destruction's oi^en maw — 
 An early and dishonored grave — 
 
 The wretched child of error draw ? 
 That grace we pray may rest upon 
 
 The happy hearts we now behold, 
 That they may to the truth be won ; 
 
 Their names at last in heaven enrolled. 
 
 Up with you ! stand erect and speak, 
 
 Nor in the valley hie away. 
 As if you were a guilty sneak ; 
 
 Come Avith the active boys and play. 
 There is no reason Avhy you should 
 
 Tremble before your shadoAv, or 
 Fear lest you may yourself intrude, 
 
 When there's no sin to suffer for. 
 
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 Why should you feel as if you were 
 
 Of lesser consequence than those 
 About you — that your mates prefer 
 
 More headstrong boys ? Your action shows 
 A lack of honest self-respect. 
 
 Such feelings you should now discard, 
 Or you will suffer from neglect, 
 
 And be from inward peace debarred. 
 
 Feel you were made the equal of 
 
 The scores that meet you day by day — 
 Nor mind the ridicule and scoff. 
 
 Get in no passion : never say 
 Aught that offends, and you will bring 
 
 The silly boys to change their course. 
 Kind actions have a power to sting. 
 
 And fill the guilty with remorse. 
 
 All are born equal. The same God 
 
 Who made your neighbor cares for you. 
 And none his footstool ever trod 
 
 With nobler blood. Your duty do, 
 And stand upright and never flinch 
 
 Before the face of mortal clay. 
 There are, if you but yield an inch. 
 
 Will claim a foot another day. 
 
 The child who loves to sit beside 
 
 The rolling, blue, eternal sea, 
 And gaze upon the waters Avide, 
 
 Inspired by its immensity — 
 Who, in the never-ceasing swell. 
 
 In calm or storm, Avith awe beholds 
 A Power incomprehensible. 
 
 Whose mighty arm the world enfolds. 
 
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 Who gazes on the starlit sky, 
 
 And in those burning orbs of light, 
 That wheel their courses silently, 
 
 Beholds the glory and the might 
 Of the Almighty, grand and wise, 
 
 AVhose goodness fills the universe — 
 May lift his praises to the skies, 
 
 And God's unbounded love rehearse. 
 
 With Neavton's ^'^ genius he may soar 
 
 From star to star, and measure suns. 
 Or with rapt Milton's ^^^ mind adore 
 
 The grace that through creation runs : 
 With thoughtful Young ^^'^ he may descant 
 
 On death and immortality, 
 Or with a holy Whitefield '^^ pant 
 
 The Saviour's reign of peace to see. 
 
 A child thus thoughtful cannot rest 
 
 Inactive in a world like ours ; 
 The genius slumbering in his breast 
 
 Will be aroused. Mind's wondrous powers 
 Will rise above ignoble birth, 
 
 And from its stores of wisdom bring 
 A thousand gifts to make the earth. 
 
 And sea, and sky, with gladness ring. 
 
 'Tis no surprise boys turn away 
 
 From reckless Jim. Tobacco-smoke, 
 With which he's scented through the day,' 
 
 Will every decent child provoke. 
 Who begs to be excused the place 
 
 The master gives him at his side — 
 And truly thinks 'tis a disgrace. 
 
 And feels a little wounded pride. 
 
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 You cannot pass him in the street 
 
 But you inhale the horrid smell, 
 And when 'tis ninety Fahrenheit, 
 
 You seem upon the verge of hell. 
 You turn and twist, but can't avoid 
 
 The fumes that mingle with the air ; 
 No grateful breezes are enjoyed — 
 
 The poison reaches everywhere. 
 
 You sometimes wish to take a trip 
 
 Upon a boat or in a car, 
 But scarcely leave the square or slip 
 
 Ere you perceive the vile cigar ; 
 And if you pant for Heaven's pure breath. 
 
 Or gaze on Nature's beauteous works, 
 At once you're strangled half to death 
 
 By the abominable Turks. 
 
 You question if men have the right 
 
 To poison the sweet, wholesome air ; 
 You're silenced by some pert young wight, 
 
 Who'll puff and spit, and puff and swear ; 
 And to avoid a harsh dispute, 
 
 A Christian temper you betray. 
 But look upon him as a brute, 
 
 From whom 'tis wise to turn away. 
 
 Boys who are scarcely three feet tall. 
 
 You find engaged in low disputes, 
 Or ill some noisy, drunken brawl — 
 
 Where language vile the ear salutes — 
 With stumps of old cigars picked up. 
 
 Which for dear life they puff and puff. 
 Are these our nation's future hope ? 
 
 Are patriots made of such queer stuff? 
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 AYill these grow up and represent 
 
 The sturdy Puritanic stock ? — 
 Our sires, a single breath who spent, 
 
 And made a mighty nation rock ? 
 Will they sustain the noble cause 
 
 For which New-England patriots bled? 
 Will they enact those equal huvs 
 
 W^hich blessings on the world have shed ? 
 
 Will not one vice to others lead. 
 
 And overwhelm our land in crime ? 
 Will not Intemperance in its greed 
 
 Drag down our statesmen, in their prime, 
 From the high seats of honor, tdl 
 
 Our nation, glorious now, and great, 
 A byword shall become ? Thy will, 
 
 Great God, be done ! On thee we wait. 
 
 We seek thy wisdom and thy grace, 
 
 Without which eftbrt is in vain, 
 To guard and keep the rising race. 
 
 And from iniquity restrain. 
 May they resist the tempting foe, 
 
 And Avith a martyr-zeal oppose 
 The sins that now unchecked may grow 
 
 Into unconquerable foes. 
 
 O that the men exalted to 
 
 Stations of honor and of trust, 
 Would every vicious course eschew, 
 
 And not with taste corrupt disgust 
 Subordinates who wait to hear 
 
 Words of true wisdom, and to see 
 The virtues of a Christ appear — 
 
 Grace, love, and sweet humility. 
 
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 Some ministers — we will not name — 
 
 Enter the sacred desk, and lift 
 The voice, not with devotion's flame, 
 
 To heavenly ears. This is the gift : 
 Prayers mingled with tobacco-fumes, 
 
 Which permeate the air around ; 
 Poison the life of prayer consumes, 
 
 And makes their words an empty sound. 
 
 Scarce do they leave the sacred place, 
 
 Ere to their idol they resort. 
 And doze with such luxurious grace, 
 
 In listless ease and dreamy thought, 
 'Twould seem as if it were a part 
 
 Of true devotion .... not a crime ; 
 The sacred duty of the heart 
 
 Not Satan's triumph ere his time. 
 
 Men self-denial preach, and yet 
 
 They never once their lusts deny — 
 And good examples — while they set 
 
 Such as a virtuous course defy. 
 Will God — the holy, just — accept 
 
 Hypocrisy for sacrifice ? 
 We've yet to learn that fools have crept 
 
 With all their follies to the skies. 
 
 Thus man may preach, and pray, and sin, 
 
 And hug his idols to his breast — 
 Fast horses drive, and races win, 
 
 And be with infidels a guest : 
 But know, good sir, pretentious, vain — 
 
 To lust, and pride, and folly given — 
 The hypocrite can ne'er attain 
 
 The glories of a sinless heaven. 
 
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 And what are friends ? — professions too ? 
 
 And the respect that lionor brings, 
 Unless to conscience man is true, 
 
 And in his bosom virtue springs? 
 And every darling sin is kept 
 
 Suljjected to the Maker's will ? 
 The heart, where sordid passion slept, 
 
 Will be perverse and vicious still. 
 
 " 'Tis but a trifle ! " Will exclaimed, 
 
 In foolish pride and wicked jest, 
 As on his lips profane he named 
 
 The Holy of the holiest. 
 He thought not of the guilt incurred, 
 
 Nor of the sinner's doom at last. 
 When he pronounced a wicked word, 
 
 And all the children stood aghast. 
 
 If he could but the future scan — 
 
 The sad eflfects of vices see. 
 When he becomes an active man — 
 
 An idle Avord would never be 
 Upon his tongue — nor word proftme : 
 
 He'd tremble now — to God he'd pray 
 Each guilty passion to restrain, 
 
 And guide him in the heavenly way. 
 
 " 'Tis but a drop," Rolando said. 
 
 And i5ut the poison to his lips ; 
 Like fire it through the system spread — 
 
 He felt the chilling, dark eclipse. 
 It proved his ruin. When he thought 
 
 'Twas easy to resist the sin, 
 And freedom and true peace were sought, 
 
 He felt the rasfinc: fire within. 
 
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 lu vain he pledged his sacred word, 
 
 And sought the counsel of the wise ; 
 In vain the voice of love he heard, 
 
 And prayers that seemed to pierce the skies. 
 The demon had supreme control, 
 
 And chained him to his iron will, 
 And now he lives — polluted soul ! — 
 
 An evil mission to fulfil. 
 
 "It is a trifle," said the lad 
 
 Who from his master's drawer purloined 
 A few half-dimes. None knew him bad 
 
 Before a vicious band he joined. 
 Unconsciously they led him on 
 
 To sin and crime — from bad to worse — 
 Till self-respect and pride were gone. 
 
 And to the world he proves a curse. 
 
 He wanders like a fugitive. 
 
 Almost beyond the pale of hope ; 
 If he a few more years should live, 
 
 His end may be a felon's rope. 
 'Tis thus with those who yield to crime. 
 
 And in the path of folly rove ; 
 The oath profane — the stolen dime — 
 
 The social glass — their ruin prove. 
 
 Life is made up of trifles. Mind, 
 
 I pray, the little things of life. 
 A thought — a look — a word unkind — 
 
 How oft do they engender strife ! 
 A smile will make devoted friends — 
 
 A frown true friends may alienate ; 
 This to the grave of sorrow sends — 
 
 That open throws heaven's pearly gate. 
 
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 It was a little thing to drop 
 
 On upturned cheeks a parent's tear ; 
 Maternal love thus put a stop 
 
 To a midshipman's wild career ; 
 And changed the mind of him who proved 
 
 A faithful and devoted son, 
 By nations honored and beloved, 
 
 Our country's father — Washington."* 
 
 A trifle 'twas Avhen Neavton ^^* saw 
 
 An apple falling from a tree — 
 But he evoked a wondrous law, 
 
 And solved a hidden mystery. 
 So when Galileo *^^ exclaimed 
 
 " The earth moves ! " in the public street, 
 'Twas but a simple truth he named, 
 
 Which priests forbade him to repeat. 
 
 A spider spread her net before 
 
 The entrance of a gloomy cave ; 
 'Twas stronger than an iron door 
 
 A Scottish warrior there to save. 
 A passenger, a moment late, 
 
 In anger to his home returned — 
 Next morning, thankful, heard the fate 
 
 Of scores upon the steamer burned. 
 
 It might, perhaps, provoke a smile 
 
 To see a mother's heart intent 
 To teach her oflsi)ring from a tile — 
 
 (What may not Christian love invent?) 
 The precepts of a Book divine. 
 
 With fervent prayers to heaven ascending ? 
 It gave a Doddeidge ^" power to shine, 
 
 With influence each day extending. 
 
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 It is a little thing to meet 
 
 A strunger in your daily rounds. 
 Or linger on a busy street 
 
 To listen to melodious sounds. 
 An incident like this may prove 
 
 A source of sorrow or of joy — 
 May open avenues of love, 
 
 Or many a cherished dream destroy. 
 
 A breath may chill the glow of health, 
 
 Or crush existence in its prime ; 
 A word may bring a mine of wealth. 
 
 If spoken at a favored time. 
 A look may force the heart to grope 
 
 Where men their treacherous snares devise ; 
 Or it may fill the heart Avith hope, 
 
 And radiate the darkest skies. 
 
 It is a little thing to turn, 
 
 From virtue's path one hour aside, 
 When in the distance you discern 
 
 The silly votaries of pride. 
 Voluptuous music may entrance, 
 
 Till you are weakly led astray, 
 And join the song and merry dance. 
 
 Till ruin meets you half the way. 
 
 It is a trifling thing to speak 
 
 A harsh word to the faint and low ; 
 Or on an erring friend to wreak 
 
 Your anger by a frown or blow ; — 
 But harsh and angry words provoke 
 
 And deeply agitate the breast, 
 And scathe as with a lio;htnino:-stroke 
 
 The warm affections and the best. 
 
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 A smile, like blessed sunshine, may 
 
 Throw beams of gladness all around, 
 And make, throughout the gloomiest day, 
 
 The pleasant songs of peace resound. 
 'Twill lift to wondrous joy and praise 
 
 The mind half sunken in despair ; 
 Or cheer with sweet melodious lays, 
 
 Like blessings on the wings of prayer. 
 
 Beware of trifles. Life or death 
 
 May on a simple motion hang : 
 A step may check or steal the breath, 
 
 Plant joy within or sorrow's pang. 
 Watch every word — each action weigh — 
 
 And Avisdom seek and grace divine. 
 To guard and keep you every day 
 
 On virtue's straight and narrow line. 
 
 The boy who treasures the unique 
 
 And fills his shelves with authors old, 
 And when he finds a rare antique 
 
 Esteems it more than gems or gold ; 
 Who will not half the city tramp 
 
 For something notional and new ; 
 Whose mind is of the solid stamp. 
 
 Decided for the right and true ; — 
 
 Who always in the path is found 
 
 With Truth and Virtue, hand in hand, 
 And never ventures on the ground 
 
 Where Folly puffs and flats expand ; 
 Who looks on all Utopian schemes 
 
 Primeval blessings to restore, 
 As idle as the foolish dreams 
 
 Eelated b}^ grandams of yore — 
 
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 If he continues firm and strong, 
 
 Will make his mark upon the age, 
 And stand against the power of wrong 
 
 With all the wisdom of a sage. 
 Perhaps he'll plant his standard where 
 
 The right requires undaunted nerve ; 
 And should a host his courage dare, 
 
 He will not beg, nor flinch, nor swerve. 
 
 He'll prove a useful citizen, 
 
 Whate'er his calling, and secure 
 A place among the noblest men, 
 
 And make a name that will endure, 
 For generations yet to be 
 
 To speak in honor and in praise. 
 A Davis ^^^ in that child I see 
 
 Who early genius thus displays. 
 
 Who covets what his neighbor has, 
 
 And uses unfair means to gain — 
 So voluble and full of gas. 
 
 Which decency cannot restrain ; 
 Who makes the wrong the right appear 
 
 By arguments at his tongue's end — 
 Pretending to be so sincere 
 
 That all can on his word depend ; — 
 
 Yet artful to the last degree, 
 
 And sanguine in his treacherous schemes — 
 Aflfecting all the while to be 
 
 To his companions what he seems — 
 In riper years — mature in mind, 
 
 And hardened by unholy pranks — 
 The WTctched one, where shall we find 
 
 But in disreputable ranks ? 
 
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 He will not with an honest heart 
 
 A steadfast, upright, course pursue, 
 But act a mean and faithless part. 
 
 And every man who trusts him jew. 
 You'll find him at the corner stand, 
 
 Watching the merchants come and go, 
 While some shrewd project he has planned 
 
 Which into notice he would blow. 
 
 He has an agency to sell. 
 
 From which a fortune can be made ; 
 A patent saw-mill, or a well. 
 
 Or a self-moving plane or spade — 
 That if you drive with all your might 
 
 Unbounded wealth you may command ; 
 And you can have the exclusive right 
 
 In every section of the land. 
 
 Perhaps to bleed you is his game. 
 
 And he will ti-ack you day by day. 
 Till you're compelled to give your name. 
 
 And throw a large amount aAvay — 
 For what ? Insurance on your life ; 
 
 So, when the shroud your body wraps, 
 A fortune comes to aid your wife — 
 
 Unless — the company collapse. 
 
 If there be aught to anger men, 
 
 And make them sometimes harshly speak, 
 And quickly throw aside their pen. 
 
 It is the bold persistent cheek 
 With which thej^ daily are beset. 
 
 By agents, voluble and smart. 
 Who have no mercy till they get 
 
 The verv life-blood from the heart. 
 
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 Determined, if you will not hear, 
 
 To call and call and call again — 
 Assured that they will win your ear. 
 
 And make you see your duty plain. 
 And if you listen, O beware. 
 
 Or you are caught, and there's no help ; 
 And when you're trapped and in the snare, 
 
 "Sold ! " you exclaim. "The precious whelp ! " 
 
 As thick as berries in July, 
 
 All o'er the country, east and west, 
 Beseeching you their wares to buy, 
 
 Persistent men give you no rest. 
 They flood your parlors and your yards, 
 
 And hourly hang about your doors, 
 With goods, or circulars, or cards. 
 
 Or books — you cannot find at stores ! 
 
 Sometimes you listen— if you do. 
 
 Woe to your temper and your purse ; 
 Sometimes a generous course pursue, 
 
 And open on the hateful curse. 
 But if your wife should be alone, 
 
 With all the tempting wares displa^^ed, 
 Would not your righteous spirit groan 
 
 To see the bargains she had made ? 
 
 The urchin, cross-grained and morose — 
 
 Who never wears a pleasant face — 
 Whose nature, unrefined and gross, 
 
 The tranquil joj^s of life delays — 
 Cannot the generous love secure 
 
 Of those he meets from day to day ; — 
 From tender feelings they endure, 
 
 But do not choose him when they play. 
 
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 His mates he does not try to please, 
 
 Or make them happy ; — if he did 
 Each fresli occasion he would seize, 
 
 And not their social joys forbid. 
 If he by nature is inclined 
 
 To shade and gloom, at once he ought 
 Friends of a genial turn to lind. 
 
 And treasure every sunny thought. 
 
 Study, my lad, the merry looks 
 
 And sprightly Avords of those around ; 
 Read from tlie trees, and flowers, and brooks. 
 
 And catch the birds' inspiring sound ; 
 And cultivate with patient care 
 
 The tender graces of the heart. 
 While breathing out the fervent praj^er, 
 
 That love your frozen soul may start. 
 
 So if inclined to dumps and blues, 
 
 True wisdom to relieve will haste, 
 And gently change your morbid views, 
 
 And purify your vicious taste. 
 By power divine may be restored 
 
 Kind, generous feelings, that will last; 
 And those your friendship once ignored 
 
 Will in their joys forget the past. 
 
 Ambitious, proud — young Eric tries 
 
 To pass for really all he's worth ; 
 Behind conceits and vanities 
 
 He fain would hide ignoble birth. 
 When questions are discussed among 
 
 Men of rare talents and renown. 
 You often hear the stripling's tongue 
 
 Attempt the voice of age to drown. 
 
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 Sometimes from men disgusted he 
 
 Receives the merited rebukes 
 Which he deserves so righteously : 
 
 He shows it in his chagrined looks. 
 But impudence will not remain 
 
 Long silenced — humbled in the shade ; 
 Important self revives again, 
 
 And he is still the saucy blade. 
 
 As years increase, his folly grows, 
 
 And insolence, which has no bounds, 
 In every word and action shows — 
 
 At church or in his daily rounds. 
 How few respect, nay, can endure 
 
 The egotistic lump of pride, 
 Whom when they see they're always sure 
 
 To turn a rod or two aside. 
 
 He'll live to place himself above 
 
 True merit, and with pride will show, 
 In whatsoever path he move. 
 
 How much a simpleton may know. 
 If in a literary line. 
 
 By impudence he should advance, 
 How will the precious goslin shine ! 
 
 How keenly will his pencil glance ! 
 
 He'll cut and thrust, unsparingly. 
 
 If a new author should arise, 
 And not a line of beauty see 
 
 Though gems were sparkling to his eyes. 
 But notwithstanding, should the work 
 
 In favor with the public groWj 
 You'd hear the miserable shirk 
 
 Exclaim abroad, "I told you so ! " 
 
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 The influence of the rich and great 
 
 It is his purpose to secure — 
 Or men of talents who have weight, 
 
 Or those who will rebufls endure — 
 And when his secret is devised, 
 
 And he has cat-pawed all of them, 
 The great comnmnity's surprised 
 
 That Harvard dubs him an A.M. 
 
 It is amusing when you see 
 
 How cheaply honors are obtained. 
 And know with what facility 
 
 Rewards for services are gained. 
 A man performs his duty — lo ! 
 
 A crowd look on and are delighted ; 
 If they cannot a purse bestow. 
 
 Or give a watch — they have him knighted. 
 
 A minister — not much like Paul — 
 
 Receives a good five thousand strong, 
 Who will accept a louder call. 
 
 Nor dream that he is doing wrong : 
 And so his people stir about, 
 
 And do by him as others will, 
 And buy a house — a fine turnout — 
 
 And for six months they keep him still. 
 
 He'll drive fast horses — sometimes race — 
 
 And daily smoke a vile cigar — 
 And joke with scoffers, face to face, 
 
 On public streets or in the car — 
 And when the Sabbath comes, he'll preach 
 
 With all the unction of a saint ; — 
 His words will fail the heart to reach, 
 
 Though he with Gabriel's powers should paint. 
 
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 Another — he has always been 
 
 An honest man, and eschewed evil, 
 And hated every form of sin 
 
 As he would hate the very devil. 
 He did his duty — that was all — 
 
 But childish folly will not cease ; 
 He's bowed into the Council hall. 
 
 Or made a Justice of the Peace. 
 
 An officer retires when he 
 
 Is rich and fat, and slightly gray, 
 And for his rare integrity 
 
 His friends meet on some gala day, 
 With pleasant songs and words of cheer, 
 
 And costly presents not a few ; 
 While poverty and suffering near 
 
 They never heard of — never knew. 
 
 So pleasant, cheerful, kind and good, 
 
 Young Stephen has a host of friends ; 
 He's never boisterous, wild or rude, 
 
 And with the humblest condescends. 
 When troubled by a lawless set. 
 
 To take his part and plead for right. 
 And many a reckless youth has met. 
 
 And conquered in a bloodless fight. 
 
 His leisure moments are not spent 
 
 In vicious plays or low pursuits ; — 
 He feels the precious hours were lent 
 
 To bear for heaven immortal fruits : 
 And every moment he improves 
 
 To learn his duty, and to give 
 Instruction to the friends he loves. 
 
 And teach them wisely how to live. 
 
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 No word impure escapes his lips — 
 
 No anger's flush is on his cheek -^ 
 No thought unkind unconscious slips, 
 
 E'en though excited he should speak. 
 But everywhere, at home, at play. 
 
 The same warm heart is felt and seen ; 
 Pleasant or stormy, every day 
 
 His voice is calm — his mind serene. 
 
 A youth so full of promise will 
 
 To manly dignity mature — 
 Requiring no extraneous skill 
 
 To make a life of virtue sure ; 
 And to his country's honor give 
 
 A name that will command respect — 
 That like a Longfellow's ^^' will live 
 
 With crowns of fadeless garlands decked. 
 
 Friend of my youth, and friend to all ! 
 
 Through years long past my thoughts fly back. 
 And cold and cheerless days recall, 
 
 When clouds Avere o'er life's sunny track, 
 And thou with love and words of cheer 
 
 Didst kindly counsel, till the heart 
 Rose from the valley dark and drear. 
 
 To take with Hope a fresh bright start. 
 
 Forever busy, active Tom 
 
 Will suffer not an hour to weigh 
 Heav}^ upon his hands, but from 
 
 Morn's earliest dawn till close of day 
 His hands and mind are well employed 
 
 In work or books — sometimes in play — 
 And then each moment is enjoyed, 
 
 As sweetly pass the hours aAvay. 
 
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 He never snarls, nor scolds, nor frets, 
 
 When mates revile or coldly frown — 
 And never in a passion gets 
 
 Should some uncouth and burly clown 
 Coarse and insulting language use ; 
 
 And if his master speak out sharp, 
 He will not heap on him abuse, 
 
 Nor at his words of counsel carp. 
 
 Though he is young, he has been taught 
 
 Lessons in wisdom that prevail — 
 Not to express an angry thought 
 
 Should heedless boys his faith assail, 
 And if offended — as sometimes 
 
 The best of lads may be — he keeps 
 His temper in control, and chimes 
 
 His gentle thoughts till anger sleeps. 
 
 A favored child like this will rise 
 
 To seats of honor and renown, 
 Lead many a wanderer to the skies, 
 
 A virtuous, useful life to crown. 
 Perhaps like Bartol "'' he may stand 
 
 A sentinel on Zion's walls, 
 Or like a Lord^*^ the press command, 
 
 While Heaven affirms and duty calls. 
 
 Artful, designing, crafty, base. 
 
 What will the world expect of thee ? 
 Where can I find for thee a place 
 
 When youthful sports shall cease to be ? 
 If now so reckless and debased. 
 
 Say, what must be thy standing then ? 
 Will confidence in thee be placed 
 
 By virtuous, upright, honest men? 
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 Will not the future find thee where 
 
 The base-born and the vile consort? 
 Seated upon the scorner's chair, 
 
 At humble virtue making sport ? 
 Will not the Christian turn aside, ■ 
 
 Vile language that he may not hear? 
 Will it not wound the merchant's pride 
 
 If in his presence thou appear ? 
 
 If grace should touch thy heart at last, 
 
 And all thy sins before thee rise, 
 When youth and middle age are past. 
 
 How will thy spirit agonize 
 To see the ghosts of misspent hours ! 
 
 The means of good forever lost ! 
 The worse than wasted God-like powers.! 
 
 The blackest crimes with pride endorsed ! 
 
 There's nought will so disturb the breast, 
 
 And as it were asunder tear 
 The bones and sinews, as the guest 
 
 Who comes to mock with keen despair 
 The soul just roused her guilt to see. 
 
 That knows not where for help to turn : 
 This is the depth of misery, 
 
 The fire that will forever burn. 
 
 That's right, my lad, drop words of love 
 
 When you're insulted. If you show 
 The spirit of the gentle dove. 
 
 Instead of dealing out a l)low, 
 'Twill please your Maker who delights 
 
 When kindly acts the young display ; 
 For God beholds the child who smites. 
 
 And turns his loving heart away. 
 
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 They call him coward, it may be, 
 
 When one defends the right and deals 
 In pleasant words — who cannot see 
 
 Wisdom in blows and base appeals 
 To pride and passion. Foolish boys ! 
 
 They fail to learn that he alone, 
 Whose heart is full of love, enjoys 
 
 A perfect peace — to them unknown. 
 
 In all your dealings never fail 
 
 A gentle spirit to betray ; 
 If men corrupt your faith assail, 
 
 Or faults forgotten long, array 
 Before the public to molest. 
 
 And make your heart in sorrow bleed, 
 Drive all discomfort from the breast, 
 
 By some kind act or generous deed. 
 
 For inward hatred men indulge. 
 
 The bitter evil they would do. 
 Secrets, most sacred, they divulge, 
 
 As daily they your steps pursue. 
 Eeturn a blessing — never show 
 
 111 will, malevolence, or hate — 
 And soon your most inveterate foe 
 
 Will for your approbation wait. 
 
 That dark-eyed boy who wont permit 
 
 His mate to be imposed upon. 
 And manifests no little grit. 
 
 Will never like a coward run. 
 Believing he is in the right, 
 
 No matter how severe the odds. 
 He's firm. If need be he will fight 
 
 With all his strength. He never nods. 
 
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 In coming years he'll be the last 
 
 That power and wealth will dare oppose ; 
 His mind, a store of knowledge vast, 
 
 Will bear upon and crush his foes. 
 Who dare contend will feel his ire ; 
 
 The scorpion words will prove no myth ; 
 Will rankle like consuming fire. 
 
 I see in him a noble Smith. ^^^ 
 
 Down in the dell young Mobec hies, 
 
 Or o'er the hills away, away. 
 To chase the golden butterflies, 
 
 Or mid the tangled brakes to play. 
 He feels a thrill of joy unknown 
 
 In many a cold and careless breast, 
 While he with nature all alone. 
 
 Drinks in a pleasure unexpressed. 
 
 Sweet child ! as now I look upon 
 
 Thy glowing cheek, I think how soon 
 Thy sunny moments will be gone. 
 
 And life shall reach its sober noon. 
 I pray that God may watch thee still. 
 
 And shield thee with his tender love, 
 Till thou, like Mitchell,'" shalt fulfill 
 
 Thy mission here, then rise above. 
 
 In thy sweet innocence may truth 
 
 Shine radiant on thy peaceful brow, 
 And all the loves of happy youth 
 
 Incite the same delight as now. 
 May no corrupt, unholy thought. 
 
 Shadow the sunbeams in thy heart ; 
 And every day with blessings fraught, 
 
 To thee superior joys impart. 
 
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 "Who loves to sit beneath the trees, 
 
 To hear the woods and mountains ring, 
 And with a heart delighted sees 
 
 The lightning of the swallow's wing. 
 To whom the beauteous flower that throws 
 
 Its fragrance on the sunny air. 
 Instinct with life a wisdom shows, 
 
 That lives and blesses everywhere — 
 
 Who lifts his soul rejoicing up. 
 
 In songs of gratitude and praise, 
 That love has tilled life's bounteous cup. 
 
 And pleasure crowns his golden days ; 
 Will for his future peace invest 
 
 A fund reverses cannot pinch, 
 To fill with joy the happy breast — 
 
 Perhaps he'll rise an honored Clinch. ^^ 
 
 A fine developed head I see 
 
 Upon a fragile form, and hear 
 A voice so rich in melody, 
 
 That cautiously I venture near. 
 Ah ! gentle one, I love to gaze 
 
 Upon thy bright and manly brow ; 
 But hardly dare to speak the praise 
 
 That wonder prompts to utter now. 
 
 If thou art spared in thy career, 
 
 I know thou wilt to sorrow prove 
 A friend devoted and sincere — 
 
 Fill hearts depressed with life and love. 
 A Bailey's '^^ voice me thinks is heard — 
 
 Perhaps an Ilsley ^*^ it may be : 
 Enough ! it has my passions stirred, 
 
 And forced the prayer — God watch o'er thee. 
 
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 And God will keep thee, and bestow 
 
 His blessing on thee all divine ; 
 Make streams of gladness ronnd thee flow, 
 
 And suns unclouded o'er thee shine. 
 He owns the generous soul and gives 
 
 To him his love — a bounteous store — 
 Beneath his smile on earth he lives — 
 
 Will reign in heaven for evermore. 
 
 The child who loves to sit beside 
 
 Age and experience, will learn 
 The folly of contempt and pride, 
 
 And the true path of life discern. 
 His heart will be with wisdom fraught, 
 
 And whereso'er he goes will spring 
 Joys that exceed his brightest thought ; 
 
 That leave behind no bitter stins:. 
 
 If others rise around him he 
 
 Will not an envious thought betray ; 
 Within his heart duplicity 
 
 And guile will never find their way. 
 Open as heaven will be the breast. 
 
 Where vicious passions cannot thrive ; 
 Expelled is every doubtful guest, 
 
 That keeps desire for sin alive. 
 
 Good angels o'er his pathway stay. 
 
 Their daily watch around to keep ; 
 Preserve him from each dangerous way, 
 
 And guard him when he falls asleep. 
 Should cares perplex and troubles rise, 
 
 He feels a hand he cannot see. 
 Directing upwards to the skies, 
 
 Where all is sweet tranquillity. 
 
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 Such is the youth who learns to trust 
 
 The wisdom of a Friend divine ; 
 Who but a fragile child of dust, 
 
 Dependence feels in every line 
 His Father marks for him to trace, 
 
 And wilh confiding faith he pours 
 His heart in melody and praise, 
 
 And with angelic love adores. 
 
 To him the future will be bright, 
 
 Whate'er he does — and every day 
 Will make its duties a delio-ht : 
 
 Peace will his path Avith flowers array ; 
 A Page's ^^'' warm and generous heart, 
 
 May slumber in the j^outhful breast ; 
 A Waterman's,"^ perhaps, impart 
 
 Joys too refined to be expressed. 
 
 The lad well-taught from nature's book, 
 
 Now gazing on the glowing west ; 
 Who calls upon his mates to look. 
 
 And see the clouds in glory dressed. 
 As low the evening sun descends, 
 
 A CoDMAJsr's ^^^ talents may display. 
 And draw around him troops of friends. 
 
 Whose smile will cheer his future day. 
 
 Or like a Sprague,^^" with vigor he 
 
 Shakesperean beauties may unfold, 
 And sing of Curiosity, 
 
 While listenmg to the clink of gold ; 
 His " genius wing its eagle flight," 
 
 Above the reach of vulgar ken — 
 While "dewdrops from his plumes of light," 
 
 Shall be the joy and pride of men. 
 
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 The youth immoderately fond 
 
 Of games, when trifles are at stake, 
 Must have a care, or far beyoud 
 
 Propriety he soon may break. 
 The plays of childhood all enjoy, 
 
 And age is with you in your sport ; 
 But you all confidence destroy. 
 
 When to deception you resort. 
 
 The bloated gambler whom you see. 
 
 With blear red eyes, about the street, 
 Was once bright, innocent and free, 
 
 And in his dress and person neat. 
 He played for money and he won — 
 
 Successful still he played again ; 
 He drank — then lost — and now undone, 
 
 A wreck through life he will remain. 
 
 Look at him now, debased and low. 
 
 And shudder at the fearful thought, 
 That you may to his vices grow, 
 
 And to his misery be brought. 
 O, never in his footsteps go — 
 
 Eisk trifles in no game of chance — 
 For thoughtless youth can never know, 
 
 How fast the steps to crime advance. 
 
 Ne'er from a young companion take 
 
 What is not yours, or justly due ; 
 No scheme propose — no bargain make 
 
 You cannot faitlifully pursue. 
 If you are tempted to betray. 
 
 In hope of influence or gain, 
 Reflect, and to your Maker pray 
 
 That he your folly may restrain. 
 
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 Be open, frank, sincere and just. 
 
 And ne'er deceive in look or act, 
 Those who in you confidiug trust — 
 
 Nor with an envious heart detract 
 Aught from the merits of another — 
 
 Wliile your example daily proves, 
 With all the kindness of a brother, 
 
 Yonr heart with warm affection moves. 
 
 May every motion of your lips 
 
 Reveal the mind just as you think — 
 Nor let a storm of words eclipse 
 
 The real truth — nor a sly wink 
 Convey a thought that falsifies 
 
 The heart's sincerest utterance ; 
 And never dare the truth disguise, 
 
 A wrong impression to advance. 
 
 Conceal no sentiment that may 
 
 To false conclusions lead the mind ; 
 And to confiding frieuds convey 
 
 What for their ears was not designed. 
 No step is safe, no course is sure — 
 
 For peace on earth and bliss above — 
 But that which springs from motives pure — 
 
 A heart sincere, and Christian love. 
 
 To one, as he was born to be 
 
 Odd, singular and Avhimsieal, 
 Nature reveals no symmetry ; 
 
 And o'er rare beauties lies a pall. 
 The waters as they glide along — 
 
 Trees wavius: in the gentle breeze — 
 The bird that sings the sweetest song — 
 
 Bring no delightful harmonies. 
 
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 If summer dcays are bright and clear, 
 
 And all is beautiful around, 
 To-morrow will be dark and drear, 
 
 And fogs and chilly winds abound. 
 If friends are pleasant, there's behind 
 
 Some lurking evil they conceal ; 
 And treacherous acts and thoughts unkind, 
 
 Another morning will reveal. 
 
 And so morose and fretful grows 
 
 To man's estate the unhappy wight ; 
 No kindness in his bosom flows. 
 
 And all is gloom before his sight. 
 If prosperous to-day, he thinks 
 
 To-morrow will reverses bring — 
 Half in despair to rest he sinks, 
 
 Beneath a raven's sombre wing. 
 
 He will not trust the city banks — 
 
 Defective to the very core ; 
 And every ship has rotten planks. 
 
 And bonds are stolen from the store. 
 A general failure he predicts, 
 
 When goods are high and wages low, 
 And apprehends a thousand tricks ; 
 
 The country will to ruin go. 
 
 From all the evils that prevail. 
 
 And follies of the present age ; 
 That live and flourish and assail. 
 
 And a malignant ^varfare wage 
 With institutions and with men — 
 
 Deliver us, good Lord ! from those 
 Dull croakers, who with voice and pen. 
 
 Threaten us with imnurabered woes. 
 
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 A fine, bright-looking lad is Lee, 
 
 So manly and sedate, I know 
 If he should live, he'll honored be 
 
 Wherever he is called to go. 
 If claimed to rule, he'll stand upright, 
 
 And not an inch from duty swerve, 
 And act as in his Maker's sight, 
 
 And faithfully his country serve. 
 
 He'll not select to elevate 
 
 Who are not honest, faithful, just ; 
 And all who for his favors wait, 
 
 Or ask for his assistance, must 
 Be fitted for the place they choose, 
 
 With firm integrity that none 
 May question — giving all their dues — 
 
 With justice shown to every one. 
 
 He Avill not ask degraded souls — 
 
 The vile — his interest to promote ; 
 Nor use his influence at the polls 
 
 To gain one solitary vote. 
 Nor will he to secure his end 
 
 Speak daily in his own behalf, 
 Nor ask an editorial friend 
 
 For an inflated paragraph. 
 
 He will not court the favors of 
 
 The rich, the honored and the great — 
 His quiet, humble manners doff 
 
 For any gift in church or state. 
 Just as he is, if he's approved 
 
 He'll do his best, where'er he goes. 
 And with the fear of God unmoved. 
 
 Be faithful to his friends or foes. 
 
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 O, live uprightly, generous lad, 
 
 With 3^ears your virtues will increase — 
 And in the Christian graces clad 
 
 Life be a round of joy and peace. 
 Perhaps like Adams,'^' you may stand 
 
 Honored in editorial ranks ; 
 Or with a Sjiith **'^ or Niles ^^' command 
 
 Eespect, and love, and grateful thanks. 
 
 A nickname for a worthy man — 
 
 "Jack Slack ! " ^^ — the little urchins cry. 
 Whene'er the humble African 
 
 A group of children passes by. 
 Sometimes he stops, provoked to hear 
 
 The insulting language of the throng, 
 And sometimes in his eye a tear 
 
 Tells how he suffers from the wrong. 
 
 Yet he is calm, and never speaks 
 
 In harsh or angry tones to them ; 
 Their good will and their love he seeks, 
 
 Althouo^h he cannot but condemn. 
 He reasons kindly, and a few 
 
 Are moved to pity, but the rest 
 The same ungenerous course pursue, 
 
 And smile to see a heart distressed. 
 
 If we the future could unfold. 
 
 And read the destiny of those 
 Who grieve the poor and mock the old, 
 
 And multiply the l)laek man's woes, 
 How would the thoughtless and the gay 
 
 From all their words and actions cease. 
 That in the humble bosom prey. 
 
 And strive to honor and to please ! 
 
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 Reflect. The time may come when you 
 
 Will be decr.epicl, old and poor ; 
 When your bent forms, wet wdth the dew, 
 
 May totter at some humble door. 
 When for one cheerful, pleasant voice, 
 
 Your weary hearts may sigh in vain. 
 O, think of this — God help your choice.... 
 
 And every careless word restrain. 
 
 Let from your lips no thought escape, 
 
 Of doubtful cast or vulgar tone, 
 And all your daily actions shape 
 
 By Heaven's unerring rule alone ; 
 And pleasant greetings to bestow 
 
 Let smiles your cheerful bosom light : 
 A chain may thus be formed below 
 
 That will to angel hosts unite. 
 
 There's Bill, a roguish little elf, 
 
 Deceiving master, playmate, friend. 
 Yet never does a wrong himself. 
 
 If on his word you dare depend. 
 He cheats you with a solemn look, 
 
 And when you cannot read his game, 
 Marks in his neighbor's borrowed book, 
 
 And scratches out the owner's name. 
 
 He takes the knives that lie about — 
 
 Pencils that to his mates belong — 
 And hides them till the school is out, 
 
 No one suspecting him of Avrong. 
 He breaks the wiudows when unseen, 
 
 And robs the garden when 'tis dark ; 
 And in adventures low and mean 
 
 Persuades the careless to embark. 
 
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 Ah ! such a youth, unless restrahied, 
 
 Will down the steep of ruin go ; 
 And many a Christian heart be pained — 
 
 So early doomed to vice and Avoe. 
 Perhaps he may a Burroughs '^^ prove, 
 
 A wanderer in the path of shame — 
 Or like a Tufts ^^^ an outcast rove, 
 
 With curses heaped upon his name. 
 
 Unchecked by law he'll wander through 
 
 The labyrinthian paths of sin, 
 And many a treacherous course pursue 
 
 To o:ain — nouo^ht but a devil's ^rin. 
 Perhaps — the greatest of man's crimes — 
 
 He may deceive fond trusting hearts ; 
 Or for the gain of paltry dimes 
 
 Thrust in the soul envenomed darts. 
 
 That's right, my lad, defend the truth 
 
 When thoughtless men the word revile, 
 (Support of age and strength of youth) 
 
 And turn with a contemptuous smile 
 From sacred things. In wisdom speak, 
 
 Arid in your heavenly Master's strength 
 The efforts that appear so weak 
 
 May work a miracle at length. 
 
 No lal)or — humble though it be — 
 
 For God will ever prove in vain ; 
 And if no good to-day you see 
 
 To-morrow will surprise the gain. 
 The seeds of truth are never lost. 
 
 Though in the breast they dormant lie, 
 Amid the waves of tumult tossed : 
 
 Fruit will be glorious by-aud-by. 
 
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 When words profane are spoken, dare 
 
 In love reprove. Speak of the guilt 
 Incurred by the reviler's prayer, 
 
 And if unheeded, yet thou wilt 
 Have something gained. The meek reproof 
 
 May in the quiet of the night, 
 Beneath the radiant starry roof, 
 
 The young and thoughtless sinner smite. 
 
 Words fitly spoken have ofttimes 
 
 Led many a wanderer to the skies, 
 Who once was hardened in his crimes, 
 
 And sunk in misery and vice. 
 So speak, my lad, and check the voice, 
 
 Profanely raised to God and heaven. 
 And your young heart may yet rejoice 
 
 To know the wretch has been forgiven. 
 
 When life is closing, sweet will be 
 
 The thought, you have not lived in vain ; 
 Virtue and firm integrity 
 
 Will surely bring eternal gain. 
 Angels will sing around your bed. 
 
 In glorious strains before unknown. 
 Till through a sea of glory led 
 
 You stand approved before the throne. 
 
 Although a poor and lonely lad — 
 
 With few to love him and be kind — 
 And in coarse garments thinly clad — 
 
 In little James I always find 
 A genial heart, that makes his face 
 
 With heavenly kindness sweetly glow ; 
 And in his studies or his place 
 
 Exuberant his spirits flow. 
 
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 No language coarse or unrefined 
 
 Escapes his lips ; no vicious thought 
 Has stained his purity of mind, 
 
 Or an unholy passion wrought. 
 His time he faithfully improves, 
 
 And to excel in wisdom strives ; 
 And books of history he loves, 
 
 And works on which his virtue thrives. 
 
 His precious evenings are not lost 
 
 In idle talk or trivial sport ; 
 Of every hour he makes the most, 
 
 At church or where the wise resort. 
 The mind to enlarge and elevate. 
 
 With truth important or severe ; 
 And to the talented debate 
 
 He lends a quick attentive ear. 
 
 His deeds will be recorded high 
 
 Upon the generous scroll of fame ; 
 A thousand hearts may learn thereby 
 
 To escape a life of sin and shame. 
 Perhaps, a Holden^^Mic will rise — 
 
 A zealous Fairbanks '^^ he may be — 
 A Willis ,^^^ gentle, active, wise — 
 
 A Beckett, ^^^ charmed by poetry. 
 
 There's Ichabod — upon his face 
 
 There seldom plays a smile. He feels 
 Unhappy everywhere. No place 
 
 Is beautiful to him. Where steals 
 The fragrant breeze — w^here flowerets bloom, 
 
 And o:lowin2r scenes the hearts deliofht 
 That nature love, he feels a gloom, 
 
 And hears the wail of winter's niirht. 
 
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 As years increase his breast will be 
 
 The seat of still iinholier things ; 
 Beneath the brightest skies he'll see 
 
 Clouds brooding with their sombre wings. 
 In landscapes, to the poet's eye 
 
 So full of beauty, he perceives 
 Nonght but decay, and hears the sigh 
 
 Of moaning winds and dying leaves. 
 
 When bloom is on the youthful cheeks, 
 
 The future years he brings to view, 
 And of a dismal season speaks, 
 
 When beauty fades and joys are few : 
 Robust in health anticipates 
 
 The days of darkness and distress, 
 And sorrowing sits beside the gates 
 
 Enclosing tombs and rottenness. 
 
 If trouble come not fast enough. 
 
 He borrows for the present day, 
 And makes the smoothest pathway rough 
 
 By thorns he plants along the way. 
 There's nothing beautiful or bright, 
 
 But in a moment it will fade ; 
 The morning's sweet and golden light 
 
 Is soon enveloped by a shade. 
 
 In gazing on an angel child 
 
 He dreams the hour has come when he. 
 By follies and by sins defiled. 
 
 Struggles with want and misery. 
 Upon the brow of innocence 
 
 The wrinkled cares of age are set ; 
 Slow speech and tottering steps commence 
 
 Gray locks with autumn dews are wet. 
 
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 Thus all around is gloom and doubt, 
 
 And doleful voices fill the air ; 
 'Tis dark within and cold without, 
 
 And shadows riot everywhere. 
 Poor fool, awake ! Thy God is wise — 
 
 He made thee for a happy man. 
 And filled with beauty earth and skies ; 
 
 Yet thou wouldst thwart great nature's plan. 
 
 With a determined heart disperse 
 
 The clouds that gather o'er thy track, 
 Nor longer draw a dismal hearse 
 
 And clothe Creation's smiles in black. 
 Instead of lingeriug in the mire. 
 
 And dreaming of eternal ill, 
 Let heavenly love thy heart inspire. 
 
 And prompt to do thy ISIaker's will. 
 
 As Lew^is ^^^ passes Fred cries out. 
 
 And throws a stone and hides away, 
 And all the boys begin to shout 
 
 As if they had a gala day. 
 The good old man in vain essays 
 
 To find the culprit — all arc mum : 
 He passes on — a cry they raise — 
 
 The master comes and they are dumb. 
 
 The heedless boys — and do they think 
 
 They ever shall grow old and be 
 Infirm, and totter on life's brink. 
 
 Mid days of dark adversity ? 
 Never. The thought would make them kind 
 
 To all the wretched and the poor — 
 While thousand blessings they would find, 
 
 Their health and comfort to secure. 
 
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 Pity would glow within the breast, 
 
 And love command the thoughtless tongue, 
 And many a happy angel guest 
 
 Would every clay be found among 
 The aged and infirm. And when 
 
 A weary pilgrim walks the streets 
 He would be knoAvn from other men 
 
 By the kind sympathy he meets. 
 
 There's Nathan, with his pocket full 
 
 Of ancient coins and brumejnms, 
 Which he is taking to the school 
 
 To shuffle till the master comes. 
 At home he has a dozen drawers 
 
 Stored with rare books and manuscripts, 
 Quaint prints, old Massachusetts Laws, 
 
 And figures drawn on musty slips. 
 
 And he pursues with patient care 
 
 What other children careless throw 
 Into the flames. To him 'tis rare, 
 
 Or in the future will be so ; 
 Should he continue to secure 
 
 And lay old books and papers by, 
 He'll rise a Shurtleff ^^^ or a Ewer,"^ 
 
 To make a name that will not die. 
 
 A child who from Purrooduck ^^ came 
 
 A little knowledge to obtain, 
 Is fretted oft and put to shame 
 
 By boys as wicked as they're vain. 
 Perhaps he is not neatly dressed. 
 
 Like children living in the town ; 
 Or his slow thoughts may be expressed 
 
 In language of a rustic clown. 
 
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 He is not used to city ways, 
 
 And boys who should know better, vex, 
 And wont allow him in their plays, 
 
 And treat him roughly and perplex. 
 They often throw his cap aside. 
 
 And step upon his cowhide boots, 
 And if he should their folly chide, 
 
 The air resounds with noisy hoots. 
 
 How will they feel in after years 
 
 To see the slighted scholar rise, 
 By strength of mind, above his peers, 
 
 Companions of the great and wise ! 
 The like has been — will be again : 
 
 So measure not by dress or gold, 
 And to the humblest give no pain. 
 
 Nor leave him shivering in the cold. 
 
 Lift up the timid — bless the poor — 
 
 And when a slighted one you find, 
 Open to him aflfection's door, 
 
 And be your love around him twined. 
 Each word to soothe the heart of woe, 
 
 Each pleasant smile in kindness given. 
 Each look in kindness you bestow. 
 
 Will bring you nearer God and heaven. 
 
 A squad with rare intelligence 
 
 Are reading neathMcLELLAN's^^^ trees ; 
 The papers are just out, and hence 
 
 The action of these busy bees. 
 The Argus ^^ some — some the Gazette '"- 
 
 Others the Yankee,^^^ Tribune,!'''^ take — 
 A few are on the Mirror ii" set — 
 
 Greedy for thought and wide awake. 
 
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 The iuformatioii they obtain 
 
 May heli3 them at a future day ; 
 However slight, the precious grain 
 
 Will in the mind be stored away, 
 To yield its fruit in years ahead, 
 
 When in the whirl of business cast ; 
 Preparing them around to shed 
 
 A light that may forever last. 
 
 '" You little red-head, hold your tongue ! " 
 
 Exclaimed a coarse and ill-bred lad, 
 To one whose voice of music rung — 
 
 And golden locks of beauty had. 
 The child was grieved and ran away, 
 
 To revel with the birds and flowers ; 
 His song to mingle with the lay 
 
 That charmed the happy summer hours. 
 
 O, how debased the nature is 
 
 Of careless, rude and reckless boys ; 
 Who kind and generous thoughts dismiss. 
 
 For low pursuits and vicious joys. 
 Who when they dare, insulting throw 
 
 Words of reproach — allusions base — 
 With not sufficient sense to know 
 
 That on themselves they bring disgrace. 
 
 Judicious youth reflects whene'er 
 
 Inclined to speak, for fear he may 
 Pain the kind heart and bring a tear. 
 
 Or check the footsteps light and gay. 
 He loves to see rejoicing hearts. 
 
 And hear the happy children sing ; 
 And with a generous soul imparts. 
 
 The joys that in his bosom spring. 
 
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 Should bodily defects be seen, 
 
 He with a noble heart conceals ; 
 And if he knows an action mean 
 
 Among the friends with whom he deals, 
 'Tis not divulged — he but perceives 
 
 The pleasant only and the kind ; 
 And every troubled soul relieves, 
 
 By being to his foibles blind. 
 
 Seated upon a stone moss-grown, 
 
 A dozen rods from Huckler's Row,^^ 
 A coarse shaAvl o'er her shoulders thrown. 
 
 And faded dress, made long ago — 
 Tattered and torn — with bonnet brown, 
 
 Not of the modern style — and shoes 
 That might have fitted George's clown — 
 
 Down at the heels, with strings to lose — 
 
 A grim old Avoman musing sits, 
 
 Or listens to the noisy throng ; 
 The sallies of their sharpest wits 
 
 She heeds not as they pass along. 
 A bundle on her arm contains 
 
 Herbs she has gathered near the Creek,^'" 
 By selling which a pittance gains. 
 
 Now she is helpless, old and weak. 
 
 They call her Coot "* — the reason why 
 
 I never yet have learned ; perhaps 
 It was because her dark gray eye 
 
 Was lustreless, below the gaps 
 That age and misery had made 
 
 Upon her forehead, dingy brown ; 
 Or that she seemed a crazy jade 
 
 While pacing through the dusty town. 
 
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 Familiar to the eye of all 
 
 Is the bent form at every door ; 
 In cold or heat Coot makes a call 
 
 And gets the food she asks and more : 
 Thus kindly treated by all ranks 
 
 She goes contented on her way, 
 As she bestows her grateful thanks 
 
 In hopes to meet another day. 
 
 Strict to obey a parent's word, 
 
 Or listen to the master's call. 
 With not a duty known deferred, 
 
 Just and upright is honest Paul. 
 On others he will not depend 
 
 Whene'er his task may be severe, 
 Nor beg of some experienced friend 
 
 To make it more distinct and clear. 
 
 On his own eflfort he relies. 
 
 And labors with assiduous care, 
 That he may daily grow more wise 
 
 And for a worthy life prepare. 
 What he cannot by searching find 
 
 He may sometimes his teacher ask ; 
 To study and enrich the mind 
 
 He finds is not an easy task. 
 
 With studious habits, and a heart 
 
 Firm in the right, I think I see 
 The youth upon a mission start 
 
 To spend his days most usefully. 
 Perhaps like CuMMiNGs"*he may give 
 
 His talents to the church of God ; 
 Or daily like a Chapin ^'^^ live. 
 
 And walk the path the Saviour trod. 
 
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 Like Gardner "" be may spend his days 
 
 In arduous labors witli tbe youtb, 
 Asking but this — what greater praise ? — 
 
 To see them wedded to the truth. 
 Or witli an Ingraham '^^ success 
 
 May steadily his steps attend, 
 Whose sacred thoughts w411 run the press 
 
 When to the grave he shall descend. 
 
 "Fresh clams for sale ! " rings out a voice ; — 
 
 Look ! brawny Cash "^ is passing by ; 
 The sound is echoed by the boys, 
 
 And loud and louder is the cry. 
 The rough old man, as on he goes, 
 
 Regards not laugh or noisy shout — 
 For ere the evening sun he knows 
 
 Some friend will kindly buy him out. 
 
 And then he to his home repairs, 
 
 On Scarborough's "^ most barren spot, 
 And with his wife and children shares 
 
 The comforts of an humble cot. 
 'Twere well if he could only see 
 
 The folly of his course at times, 
 And shun the tempting groggery 
 
 Where wretches steal his hard-earned dimes. 
 
 How many half their living spend 
 
 For that which pain and sorrow brings, 
 And ere their lives of misery end. 
 
 Torments the soul like scorpion stings ! 
 Be on your guard . — resist with prayer 
 
 The tempter when he would betray, 
 And never for a moment dare 
 
 To herd with those who watch to slay. 
 
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 Stand maiifullj^ against the vice 
 
 Whicli millions of our race destroys — 
 That clothes Avith sackcloth radiant skies, 
 
 And saps the fount of heavenly joys ; 
 A vice which drags to ruin down 
 
 The generous natures and the best, 
 And makes the ghosts of Hades frown 
 
 Where beauty smiled and love caressed. 
 
 The child who from the walk removes 
 
 An orange peel, that carelessly 
 Is thrown, a benefactor proves 
 
 Thus early ; and what be may be, 
 With a regard for others' weal, 
 
 Preventing accident and pain. 
 With kindness such as angels feel, 
 
 And love no interest can restrain, 
 
 I may not tell. But this I know. 
 
 He will a tide of suffering stay 
 And in a world of sorrow throw, 
 
 As if from heaven, fnll many a ray 
 Of sunny peace and radiant joy. 
 
 To cheer the darkest hours of gloom. 
 The bud, expanding in the boy. 
 
 In wondrous loveliness will bloom 
 
 In future years .... in age mature 
 
 And scatter fragrance everywhere ; 
 For others he will pain endure, 
 
 And man's extremest anguish share. 
 A friend to all, he'll upward lead, 
 
 Through storm and grief, till thousands see 
 Whence hope, and strength, and peace proceed, 
 
 And learu to trust a Deity. 
 
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 To save from accident and crime, 
 
 He'll labor earnestly and long, 
 Devoting talents, wealth and time, 
 
 With fervent prayers and faith that's strong. 
 He'll not reproach the criminal, 
 
 The careless, heedless, nor the base ; 
 But reason kindly till they all 
 
 Admit their faults and change their ways. 
 
 Perhaps, beside the sluggard's door 
 
 He may for earnest action plead ; 
 Or with the genius of a Poor ^*** 
 
 Bring boldly out his country's need : 
 Herculean laborer, he may go 
 
 From town to town, from state to state, 
 And to the slumbering millions show 
 
 The glories that for them await. 
 
 An Adams ^^^ kind, benevolent. 
 
 He may uphold the trembling hands 
 Of penury, till old and bent. 
 
 Run out at last life's flickering sands. 
 To sacred truth disseminate. 
 
 Like Shirley, ^^^ he may give his powers, 
 Joyful at last to leap the gate 
 
 And reach a brighter world than ours. 
 
 Who'll not destroy a single thing 
 
 That may of use to others prove — 
 Protects the birds that sweetly sing. 
 
 And pets the beasts that round him move ; 
 Who though he be in pressing need. 
 
 Will never lift a sordid prayer, 
 And with no thought of selfish greed, 
 
 With others will his comforts share — 
 
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 Who sees with love and pitying eye 
 
 The sorrows that our steps attend — 
 The path of virtuous poverty — 
 
 And is to all a faithful friend — 
 Will in the future .... God beside him — 
 
 Become a Phillips, '^^ or a Steele, ^^* 
 With an Almighty Hand to guide him, 
 
 And in his breast Himself reveal. 
 
 We'll have a jolly time to-day, 
 
 Said little Francis to his mate ; 
 On Mayo's Hill^^^ we'll slide and play, 
 
 Or if Neck Pond^^^ is frozen, skate. 
 And off they ran, rejoiced to know 
 
 "School does not keep — the master's ill." 
 They might be heard a mile below : 
 
 I seem to hear their voices still. 
 
 How hajDpy the 3^oung urchins are. 
 
 This sunny day to call their own ! 
 May nought transpire their joys to mar, 
 
 Or sadly change their merry tone ! 
 O, that a gracious Father's care 
 
 May watch o'er them and safely keep, 
 Till evening witnesses the prayer, 
 
 While sinking in the arms of sleep ! 
 
 Mark that proud lad 1 Upstartish, he. 
 
 To make his young companions feel 
 The genius of his dignity. 
 
 In words of learned length will deal. 
 And strut around, as if he were 
 
 Possessor of a golden vault. 
 And in his judgment could not err. 
 
 Though all his friends might be at fault ! 
 
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 He stands, and walks, and looks, and speaks, 
 
 As if he thonglit all human eyes 
 On him were fixed, and meanly seeks 
 
 Above his fellow-mates to rise 
 By acts ungenerous, mean and sly — 
 
 And trusting to his powers acute. 
 He will prevaricate and lie. 
 
 E'en when his slippery tongue is mute. 
 
 If he should live, he ma}^ amass 
 
 A fortune by his wily tricks ; — 
 While others tremble, with his brass 
 
 With crafty millionnaires he'll mix. 
 And thus a vantage ground secure, 
 
 And be accounted smart and shrewd, 
 Though he may scorn the humble poor 
 
 Who with Christ's spirit are imbued. 
 
 He'll give to make his virtues known, 
 
 To public institutions, while 
 Thousands in want and sufiering groan, 
 
 On whom no friendly heart will smile. 
 The silent gift — the falling tear — 
 
 Kind looks and words of sympathy, 
 Do not in blazing type appear, 
 
 And so their use he fails to see. 
 
 Mankind to wealth obeisance pay, 
 
 And when they see a golden calf. 
 They pipe and dance, and sing and pray. 
 
 Till earth and heaven indignant laugh. 
 Such is the folly of the times, 
 
 And man is so disposed to evil. 
 He'll kiss a beggar's toe for dimes. 
 
 And bow before the incarnate devil. 
 
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 For so much gold we change the name 
 
 Of churches, colleges and towns; 
 And write the deeds in words of flame 
 
 Of rich, proud men, while justice frowns, 
 Or weeps at folly so absurd ; 
 
 While they who self-denying give 
 Their time, their all, to preach the word 
 
 And save from crime, but barely live. 
 
 Which is the better, wealth or worth ? 
 
 A sordid or unselfish soul? 
 A life of sin and sensual mirth, 
 
 Or one which grace and love control ? — 
 A man who has a heart to move 
 
 At Pity's melting call? — or one 
 Whose mean and vulgar actions prove 
 
 He lives for self and self alone ? 
 
 Though gold has the preeminence 
 
 Among the sons of pride and shame — 
 Virtue and love, a century hence, 
 
 When to the dust from whence it came, 
 The body turns, will brighter glow. 
 
 And make eternal years sublime : 
 This truth, O man immortal, know, 
 
 Nor sink thy soul with vice and crime. 
 
 The boy who slams his neighbors' gates, 
 
 And slyly breaks their window glass — 
 Who is uncivil to his mates. 
 
 And saucy as the women pass — 
 Who when he cannot have his ^vay, 
 
 With boisterous language is severe, 
 And will not study, work or play 
 
 Will win no enviable career. 
 
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 Cross-oTained and fretful he will be, 
 
 Wherever placed in church or state, 
 The cause of much perplexity, 
 
 Of angry wrangling and debate. 
 He'll set the people by the ears, 
 
 By some remark or course pursued ; 
 Excite their jealousies or fears. 
 
 As o'er their fancied wrongs they brood. 
 
 A church once happy he will rend, 
 
 Opposing every measure just. 
 Unless they to his wishes bend — 
 
 And grind his neio-hbors in the dust. 
 With temper obstinate, he'll stand 
 
 By measures Christians disapprove, 
 And with vehement words demand 
 
 The church with him alone shall move. 
 
 If independent of his views, 
 
 A righteous step the people take. 
 And utterly his plan refuse. 
 
 How vast the mischief he will make ! 
 The church asunder he will tear, 
 
 If this were possible to do ; 
 Nor in his insane eiibrts spare 
 
 The pastor or the deacon's pew. 
 
 Who has the dangerous vanity 
 
 To think he's always in the right, 
 And in no brother's course can see 
 
 Judicious counsel — clearer light — 
 Makes of himself a laughing-stock 
 
 Where'er he goes — Avhate'er he does — 
 While witless drones about him flock 
 
 To cheer at his eternal buzz. 
 
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 Such crooked, self-important sticks 
 
 In all communities are found ; 
 With good society they mix, 
 
 Or follow wealth and talent round : 
 And when established in some church, 
 
 Or useful, evangelic club, 
 For faults they are too prone to search, 
 
 And modest worth delight to snub. 
 
 But short is the career of such — 
 
 Their characters by all are read ; 
 And good men feel their chilling touch, 
 
 And turn away with secret dread. 
 When opportunities present 
 
 They're ousted from the posts they fill ; — 
 They find.... a lifetime to repent.... 
 
 They've swallowed quite a bitter pill. 
 
 Ho ! ho — there comes old father Groves,'" 
 
 To stop awhile, then pass along; 
 Though aged and infirm he loves 
 
 To listen to youth's joyous song. 
 It gives the pilgrim fresh delight. 
 
 And happy golden youth renews. 
 To look on chiklreu, gay and bright, 
 
 Who in his heart their joys infuse. 
 
 Ah ! many a l^itter day has passed 
 
 Since he was gay and blithe as they ; 
 And many a stormy wintry blast 
 
 Has swept his locks and turned them gray. 
 But he is cheerful and serene, 
 
 And has a pleasant word to give ; 
 For thoughtful children oft have been 
 
 In his distress quick to relieve. 
 
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 Well pleased, he takes them by the hand, 
 
 And talks in his familiar way, 
 While groups around him listening stand, 
 
 Intent to hear what he may say. 
 Old times — rough scenes — are brought to view : 
 
 Of men oppressed, when war was rife. 
 And matrons trembled when they knew 
 
 Their sons were in a bloody strife. 
 
 The old man seems again to be 
 
 Young as he was at forty-two, 
 When with a noble courage he 
 
 Inspired with life a shivering crew. 
 Fire takes his eye — his voice is strong, 
 
 And youth and vigor are renewed, 
 As he awakens in the throng 
 
 The zeal with which his heart's imbued. 
 
 The Saccarappa ^^^ sleds pass by, 
 
 Laden with boards for Portland Pier : 
 "Gee up ! haw, Buck !" the drivers cry, 
 
 "What are ye 'bout, ye tarnal steer !" 
 The boys scream out, or listen to 
 
 The music of the ponderous sleds, 
 As on the icy streets they slue, 
 
 Or grind along the snowy beds. 
 
 The drivers prick with cruel goads. 
 
 The lal)oring oxen when they lag ; 
 And noisy children crowd the roads. 
 
 And leap upon the l)oards that drag. 
 Queer look the cattle frosted o'er, 
 
 The hot breath from their nostrils streaming, 
 While grandames run to reach the door, 
 
 Half frighted at the boys a-screaming. 
 
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 Who's neat in his chirography, 
 
 And trembles when a blot he sees, 
 An Emery ^^^ or a Deane ^"" may be, 
 
 A thousand to instruct and please : 
 Or studious when his comrades play, 
 
 In knowledge may excel them all, 
 And rise at no far distant day 
 
 A Preble,^^^Bakee,^^^ or a Hall. 
 
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 There, conscious of his power to stand 
 
 In his integrity and plead, 
 When crime is rampant in the land. 
 
 And virtue yields to selfish greed, 
 Is one who'll never compromise 
 
 With selfish trick, but ever be 
 Companion of the great and wise : 
 
 He'll stand an Alcott ^^* or Cartee."^ 
 
 "Touch not the social glass, my boy," 
 
 A tender mother said to one 
 Whose full, exuberant soul of joy 
 
 Made every circle ring with fun. 
 But heedless of his mother's words, 
 
 Amid a gay convivial throng, 
 With heart as light as snmmer bird's, 
 
 He first was led to practise wrong. 
 
 He touched the glass — he took a sip, 
 
 A kind and social friend to please : 
 Ah ! when the poison flushed his lip 
 
 His tender heart begun to freeze. 
 He thought less of a mother's love — 
 
 A gentle sister's warm embrace — 
 And words that once his soul did move 
 
 Fell on a dark and ic}^ place. 
 
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 The strength he thought he once possessed 
 
 The tempter to resist, was gone ; 
 The hopes that cheered — the love that l)lessed 
 
 With sweet affection's gentle tone, 
 Were dead, and in their place there came 
 
 A trembling sense of boding evil — 
 A thirst devouring like the flame, 
 
 With all the malice of a devil. 
 
 To him what were a parent's love ? — 
 
 A sister's tenderness ? — a God 
 Of mercy, or a heaven above ? 
 
 A conscience, lashing like a rod. 
 Made him a brute, and now he goes 
 
 A wretch polluted and debased. 
 Ah ! do you ask me who hath woes ? 
 
 I point you to this trembling waste. 
 
 What ruined him? A single drop ! 
 
 The poison, when it touched his lips, 
 Clouded his soul and banished hope. 
 
 And drove him, as with scorpion whips, 
 Deep in excesses. Now, behold 
 
 The wreck of a once noble mind — 
 To virtue lost — to Satan sold — 
 
 To every sense of honor blind. 
 
 Look on him and beware ! Touch not 
 
 The poisonous draught presented — dash 
 The fatal wine-cup on the spot, 
 
 And with your whole strength dare to lash 
 The wretches who attempt to bring 
 
 Disgrace and ruin to your door. 
 For paltry gain. Your words may sting. 
 
 And tip their wicked project o'er. 
 
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 It is the hour to work when vice 
 
 Is rampant through the land, and hearts 
 Once warmed by love are cold as ice, 
 
 And Satan in his malice starts 
 His emissaries to destroy 
 
 Virtue, and truth, and peace — and the 
 True-hearted sous of God annoy, 
 
 And chill their kindest sympathy. 
 
 Speak out — in tones of thunder speak — 
 
 Nor fear the face of human clay. 
 When wretches would their vengeance wreak. 
 
 And all the hopes of mercy slay. 
 Speak — and denounce the traffic made — 
 
 Crushed human hearts — for so much gold, 
 And damn to infamy the trade — 
 
 With Paul's example — strong and bold. 
 
 Where'er defiant Avarice leaps 
 
 O'er virtue, prostrate in the dust, 
 And red Revenge in anger sweeps 
 
 Throughout the land misrule and lust — 
 The hearts of honest men should rise, 
 
 Strong in the great Jehovah's might ; 
 K duty calls they sacrifice 
 
 Gold, ease and friends, to speed the right. 
 
 The joys that flow from kindly deeds. 
 
 And bless a thousand grateful hearts — 
 Where Sorrow weeps and Mercy bleeds 
 
 Or Slander, with her cruel darts. 
 Has pierced the kind and gentle breast. 
 
 Are thine, my boy. Love's gentle wing, 
 Where'er the lip of care is pressed. 
 
 Enfolds the heart and makes it sing. 
 
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 A thousand blessings on thee fall ! 
 
 May Heaven watch over thee, and guide 
 Where duty prompts, or love may call. 
 
 And keep from selfishness and pride — 
 Till perfect with the panoply 
 
 Of truth, before the world thou stand, 
 And grateful hearts behold in thee 
 
 A Harlan Page,'^^ a noble Rand."^ 
 
 Intelligent, sedate, and free 
 
 From crimes that blight the joys of youth, 
 Elias will a pattern be 
 
 Of all the excellence of truth. 
 Perhaps, before the world he'll stand 
 
 With all the fervor of a Payson ; ^^^ 
 Or, generous to a fault, command 
 
 The rare esteem and love of Nason.^^^ 
 
 He will not envy those who rise, 
 
 Nor basely frown on those Avho sink, 
 But lead on to the glorious skies 
 
 The unlettered and the minds that think. 
 The kindness of his mountain heart 
 
 Will in the mart of trade be felt, 
 And of that fervent love impart 
 
 Which in the Saviour's bosom dwelt. 
 
 Wherever genius is possessed, 
 
 Or in a humble station flowers, 
 To animate the torpid breast 
 
 And bring in play life's dormant powers, 
 Are thine, O man of kindness built, 
 
 With not an envious thought to mar 
 Life's sweetest joys, or shade with guilt 
 
 The soul's untarnished, beaming star. 
 
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 Nason beloved ! O friend most dear ! 
 
 Words are but feeble to express 
 Thy friendship, faithful and sincere ; 
 
 Forever studying how to bless 
 And lift from dull obscurity 
 
 The friendless, unassuming, weak ; 
 To give them mental eyes to see, 
 
 And cheering words of love to speak. 
 
 Long may'st thou live to bless mankind, 
 
 And scatter rays of truth divine ; 
 And in thine own dear bosom find 
 
 Reflected deeds of mercy shine ; 
 Forever singing on thy way 
 
 In an enraptured, glorious strain — 
 While to the peace of heaven each day 
 
 Thy happy spirit shall attain. 
 
 I love thee, brother, and my soul 
 
 Leaps out to meet thee. This right hand 
 May palsied hang without control — 
 
 These lips refuse the tongue's command ; 
 But palsied, speechless — if I feel 
 
 One warm emotion in my breast, 
 It will toward thy spirit steal. 
 
 And I shall be supremely blest. 
 
 An independence that betrays 
 
 Not love to God, but the reverse, 
 Is seen in all that Harry says. 
 
 I will not dare the half rehearse 
 Of his vile language, when he wreaks 
 
 His vengeance on some humble child. 
 Who in his tender kindness speaks, 
 
 Whom he ungraciously reviled. 
 
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 So rabid noAV, in future years 
 
 He'll struggle hard, and fight to rule ; 
 Excitinoi anger — raising fears — 
 
 Just as he does amid the school. 
 He storms his way no matter whose 
 
 Opinions with his own conflict ; 
 And such a tyrant in his views 
 
 As all free thought to interdict. 
 
 He starts a sheet, maybe to give 
 
 Publicity to sentiments 
 The people choose not to receive — 
 
 And so in spits his anger vents, 
 Exhausting all the vile abuse 
 
 Of which he's master — not a little ; — 
 Which serves the public to amuse. 
 
 That cares not for his rage a tittle. 
 
 But he may preach. What if he should? 
 
 Ah, such fantastic tricks he'd play. 
 In bib and gown, with gesture rude. 
 
 And such inflated nothings say, 
 As to entrance the learned fools 
 
 That love the novelty of froth, 
 Whom he adroitly makes his tools 
 
 To earn his laurels, and his broth. 
 
 His tropes and figures to array, 
 
 And on his favorite theme harangue, 
 
 Sententious Johnson he'll display, 
 In noisy, nasal, solemn twang; 
 
 And beat the pulpit and the air. 
 
 And stamp, and jump, and twirl around, 
 
 You'd think the fellow in despair 
 
 ' From nettles in his clothing found. 
 
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 And crowds may gather to behold 
 
 The wonder of the age. Ahis ! 
 Base metal may appear like gold — 
 
 A lion's skin disguise an ass : 
 Loud, lengthened words — ftmtastic leaps — 
 
 Unblushing brass, and large pretence, 
 May tickle fools — but Virtue weeps 
 
 O'er folly, pride and lack of sense. 
 
 Give me the man, sedate and calm. 
 
 Whose heart, touched by a power divine, 
 Throws over all his life a charm — 
 
 In whom the gospel's precepts shine. 
 The pulpit he will not disgrace 
 
 By stagnant themes or hackneyed Avit, 
 Nor man's fond expectations raise 
 
 When he is training for the pit. 
 
 While in his heart he feels the weight 
 
 Of his commission from the skies, 
 He would not for his life abate 
 
 The law's demands — nor sacrifice 
 God's sacred word for all the gold 
 
 In famed Peruvian mines. He knows 
 His Master for the truth was bold. 
 
 And in his footsteps humbly goes. 
 
 With his credentials from above 
 
 He's active in his Maker's cause. 
 And touched with Jesus' sacred love, 
 
 Is heedless of the world's applause. 
 On him the poor delight to call — 
 
 The sad his cheerful counsels seek ; 
 He has a smile of love for all — 
 
 A word of tenderness to speak. 
 
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 Whate'er is sinful he decries ; 
 
 From every folly turns aside ; 
 Shuns evil schemes that men devise, 
 
 In their presumption, pomp and pride — 
 To listen to the humble cry, 
 
 From pleading tears and anxious hearts ; 
 Still urging upward to the sky 
 
 With all the love that grace imparts. 
 
 Self he denies. He would not dare 
 
 To pamper lust, or touch unclean 
 Aught that will chill the warmth of prayer, 
 
 Or make him look supremely mean 
 Before the world, as some I know, 
 
 Who chew and puff a filthy weed, 
 And visit every horse-race show, 
 
 Where men profane and scoffers lead. 
 
 His walk and precepts tally well 
 
 With the commands his Saviour gave, 
 And in a world degenerate tell 
 
 How grand his work from sin to save. 
 Where'er he goes he lifts the cross, 
 
 That all may see God's wondrous plan. 
 To save from an eternal loss 
 
 The precious soul of guilty man. 
 
 Such zeal I honor. Truth and grace 
 
 Speak the divinity within ; 
 While in each act and thought I trace 
 
 Abhorrence of the smallest sin. 
 Above the world's deceitful Aviles 
 
 He lives, undazzled l)y its charms, 
 And on his brow there always smiles 
 
 The love that pride and hate disarms. 
 
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 His daily effort is to lead 
 
 Some wanderer to the fold of truth ; 
 To help a stranger in his need — 
 
 A sad heart and despairing soothe. 
 That his example may be true 
 
 To his convictions of the right, 
 And he that path alone pursue 
 
 Weil pleasing in his Maker's sight. 
 
 Such men God honors, and the host 
 
 Of heaven encamp around them here ; 
 The influence of the Holy Ghost ; 
 
 The melting love of God appear 
 In all their lives — as on they go 
 
 In a calm, sweet and happy frame ; 
 The joys that in their bosoms flow 
 
 Oft kindle to a heavenly flame. 
 
 The pleasant light of Alfred's face 
 
 Shines sweetly mid the happy throng, 
 Where'er he speaks, or when he plays. 
 
 Or gushes out his artless song. 
 No murmuring word escapes his lips 
 
 When playmates mock or sharply call ; 
 Or when they blot his copy slips 
 
 The master's frowns upon him fall. 
 
 Generous and sympathetic, he 
 
 An erring friend will ne'er reproach. 
 Should one with base impunity 
 
 Upon his sacred rights encroach. 
 As if his gentle heart had felt 
 
 The influence of the love of God, 
 Quickly to tears his soul will melt : 
 
 I see in him a o-enerous Todd.-'''' 
 
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 A book — give me a book to read, 
 
 Is David's cry, Avheii school is out, 
 And homeward at his utmost speed 
 
 He runs ahead, while comrades shout. 
 He seizes Goldsmith, Young or Gray, 
 
 And sits before the kitchen fire — 
 Reads till he hears his mother say, 
 
 'Tis time the children should retire. 
 
 While many waste their precious time 
 
 In hurtful play or foolish talk. 
 And choose the path that leads to crime. 
 
 Where the profane and vicious walk — 
 Determined to improve his mind. 
 
 Young David shuns the rabble throng. 
 And in good books is sure to find 
 
 Truths that will make his virtue strong. 
 
 In riper years he will not hang 
 
 Round vicious dens and base resorts. 
 Nor listen to the low harangue 
 
 Of lawj^ers in inferior courts. 
 Belles-lettres and the sciences .... 
 
 The school of knowledge ....he'll prefer. 
 Where honor linked with wisdom is. 
 
 And rise a useful Mariner. ^''^ 
 
 They call young Tom the friend of peace, 
 
 He is so gentle, kind and good. 
 And even strives to bless and please 
 
 When wounded by ingratitude. 
 Throw down his cap, upset his pail. 
 
 Or fill his coat with prickly burrs — 
 He will not stop to fret or rail ; 
 
 A better course the child prefers. 
 
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 Whate'er is said or done, he takes 
 
 So mildly and so pleasantly, 
 Each rough and careless boy forsakes 
 
 His erring course, and strives to be 
 Himself more kind. 'Tis ever so — 
 
 A boy with noble heart, and wise, 
 Will win by love the treacherous foe 
 
 And gently lead him to the skies. 
 
 To him the future will be bright, 
 
 Who thus courageously displays 
 Those virtues that with wondrous light 
 
 Shone through the loving Saviour's days. 
 Whate'er his mission, it will be 
 
 In honor by the world approved, 
 And thousands he may live to see 
 
 By kindness saved by all beloved. 
 
 He'll raise the fallen — and the chains. 
 
 Forged by oppression, he will break ; 
 And where dogmatic Folly reigns. 
 
 And men their fathers' God forsake. 
 In love, with earnestness he'll plead, 
 
 And bring His blessed life to view. 
 Who saved when in their utmost need, 
 
 And to his side the wretched drew. 
 
 Where talents struggle to advance, 
 
 Beneath the ban of poverty. 
 Though meagre his inheritance, 
 
 A generous soul will make him be 
 The almoner of others' wealth ; — 
 
 He takes as from a heavenly hand, 
 And scatters freely, as by stealth, 
 
 The riches placed at his command. 
 
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 Behold him in his riper years ! 
 
 The plaudits of the good, where'er 
 His venerable form appears, 
 
 Fall — O, how grateful ! — on his ear. 
 He dies. A mighty nation mourns, 
 
 And where his sacred ashes sleep, 
 As oft as gentle spring returns, 
 
 Flowers on his grave God's children heap. 
 
 His name will grateful thoughts awake 
 
 Throusfh all the corridors of time : 
 When Love the chains of Hate shall break, 
 
 And Virtue soar on wings sublime. 
 The truths he uttered will not fail 
 
 To scatter blessings through the earth — 
 And in the end they must prevail ; 
 
 It was in heaven they had their birth. 
 
 In letters luminous I see 
 
 His name recorded .... so distinct 
 That all may read through time to be 
 
 With justice, truth and honor linked. 
 Take courao-e, ve who strive with sin ! 
 
 On to the shrine of wisdom press ! 
 And with the sainted Upiiam^""^ win 
 
 A glorious crown of righteousness. 
 
 Life onward speeds. The tender flock 
 
 On whom I now delight to gaze. 
 Cares may distract and tempests rock. 
 
 With sleepless nights and weary days. 
 Their paths may be beset by foes — 
 
 No joys within, no light around — 
 And they may long for that repose 
 
 Which only in the grave is found. 
 
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 Or peace may perch upon the top 
 
 Of every moimt — the valleys ring 
 With notes of jo}^ — rich blessings drop 
 
 From golden clouds — birds sweetly sing — 
 And everything around conspire 
 
 To raise the heart and wake delight, 
 Till summoned by an angel choir 
 
 To perfect bliss, in robes of white. 
 
 I pray that each in future may 
 
 Be favored of the Lord Most High ; 
 That life may be a glorious day — 
 
 The reflex of a woudrous sky : 
 Calm peace without — pure love within — 
 
 With every passion satisfied — 
 Unmingled with a taint of sin ; 
 
 His only trust — a Saviour died. 
 
 A Saviour died ! O glorious truth ! 
 
 May you its import early learn. 
 And with the tenderness of youth 
 
 The sacred path to life discern — 
 Yield every wish to His control, 
 
 And with devout affection say, 
 To Thee, great Author of my soul, 
 
 I give myself without delay. 
 
 An evil eye I see in Tim — 
 
 Confiding mates he oft deceives — 
 The master can't rely on him — 
 
 A widowed parent sadly grieves 
 At the deception he betrays, 
 
 And falsehoods uttered day by day ; 
 Good children shun his wicked ways. 
 
 And never choose him when they play. 
 
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 The neighbors, when he's seen around, 
 
 Look sharply at their choicest stores : 
 And wlio destroyed their vines, and drowned 
 
 Their poodles, and besmeared their doors. 
 Requires no seer to tell . That eye 
 
 Of evil and that heart depraved. 
 Is read b}^ all as certainly 
 
 As guilt were on his brow engraved. 
 
 Vices may strengthen with his years, 
 
 Till he becomes a serious pest. 
 Awakening sad parental fears — 
 
 Depriving home of peace and rest. 
 In little things as well as great, 
 
 Amono; his friends — amid his foes — 
 He'll practise cunning, low deceit, 
 
 As many a heart with sorrow knows. 
 
 If he's a merchant, have a care 
 
 Whene'er you purchase, or you'll be 
 At times, Avhen you are least aware, 
 
 Subject to his duplicity. 
 The coffee warranted, and spice, 
 
 May with the common weeds be found ; 
 That which he claims is extra nice, 
 
 Nought but a villanous compound. 
 
 Choice teas and cocoa you may iind 
 
 Mixed with some deleterious thing — 
 Horse-radish partly melon-rind, 
 
 While pepper-sauce has lost its sting. 
 Your sugar is surcharged with grit — 
 
 Your milk, a portion from the pump — 
 Your oil a melange, that when lit 
 
 Burns like a crazy, pitchy stump. 
 
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 Your butter, half a layer down, 
 
 Is rancid, or too salt for use — 
 Though warranted the best in town ; 
 
 That which you bought for maple juice 
 Turns out to be a medley which 
 
 You dare not place upon your table ; 
 The cream you thought so very rich, 
 
 Is freely scented with the stable. 
 
 If he to office should aspire, 
 
 A wrangling demagogue he'll be, 
 And, full of wrath, spit out his fire 
 
 On all who will not bow the knee 
 To his dictation as supreme. 
 
 And help him to some office high, 
 Approving each unholy scheme 
 
 Concocted by iniquity. 
 
 Perhaps an agency he'll choose, 
 
 More in accordance with a plan, 
 Where by adroitness, cunning, ruse, 
 
 He will deceive the smartest man. 
 Whate'er the article he takes, 
 
 A patent boot-jack, pump or reed. 
 With his peculiar knack he makes 
 
 Men think is just the thing they need. 
 
 If 'tis a book he has for sale, 
 
 He's sure its equal has not been 
 Yet put in print — a splendid tale — 
 
 Superbly bound in gold and green — 
 Written by one of talents rare. 
 
 In whom the young and old delight — 
 Which can't be purchased anywhere. 
 
 To sell he has the exclusive right. 
 
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 In every village where he goes 
 
 First to the minister he flies ; 
 His name upon his list, he knows 
 
 He shall succeed. For half the price 
 He sells to hira. If this wont do, 
 
 He hands a copy without charge, 
 Then scours the village through and through, 
 
 And leaves with a subscription large. 
 
 If ministers were wise, would they 
 
 Sanction those men who daily throng 
 Our streets with trashy books ? Nay, nay. 
 
 And do they not a serious wrong 
 To neighbors, when for trifling gain 
 
 They give encouragement to vend 
 Such stuff as wakes a mortal pain 
 
 To read but to one chapter's end ? 
 
 A wiser course would be for them 
 
 At once to drive the pests away, 
 And all the sickening trash condemn 
 
 That floods the public day by day. 
 A wholesome literature we need, 
 
 And this our world will never see. 
 Until our preachers take the lead 
 
 In banishing impurity. 
 
 Of feeble intellect is Small,^"' 
 
 And rude rough boys, as on he goes, 
 "What's at your back?" unkindly bawl. 
 
 Nat grins — "'Tis Bunker hill, I s'pose." 
 And then they shout and pull him round, 
 
 And make him say unpleasant things, 
 And sometimes trip him to the ground — 
 
 When anger in his bosom springs. 
 
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 He hurls at them a stone or rail, 
 
 As swift they scamper down the street ; 
 But woe to those whose feet shall fail — 
 
 Their just deserts perhaps they'll meet ; 
 So that in future, as they ought, 
 
 They'll guard their actions — not contemn, 
 Whom God in wisdom has not taught 
 
 The knowledge he vouchsafes to them. 
 
 When we survey the world of mind ; 
 
 The insipid, dwarfish intellect ; 
 The stupid, dull and sensuous blind ; 
 
 Men by disease or vices wrecked ; 
 What call for Christian charity ! 
 
 The spirit of a love divine. 
 That will through mental darkness see 
 
 The image of Jehovah shine ! 
 
 They meet us in our daily walk ; 
 
 God's simple ones are everywhere ; 
 With useless questions, idle talk, 
 
 Unmeaning smiles, and vacant stare. 
 And yet their very looks betray 
 
 The generous sympathy they need : 
 How cruel, if we turn away, 
 
 And leave their hearts to break and bleed ! 
 
 The virtuous soul, through which God speaks, 
 
 Is guarded by an angel throng ; 
 The good of all it kindly seeks. 
 
 With its pure life of love and song. 
 In look or word he never gives 
 
 A harsh rebuke .... a pain severe ; 
 The kindness he from Heaven receives 
 
 Will in his daily acts appear. 
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 Nor is he kind to man alone ; 
 
 The brutes and birds aronnd him move 
 Unscared, and list his tender tone, 
 
 And manifest a generous love. 
 They feel secure, and from his hands 
 
 Will take their food, and fawn and sing, 
 And try to follow his commands 
 
 With nimble feet and tireless wing. 
 
 The feeblest insect he'll protect, 
 
 And step aside for fear he may 
 Its peace disturb. He will select 
 
 A pleasant spot for beasts to play, 
 And in their comfort take delight. 
 
 And with a thankful heart look up, 
 That God and nature thus unite 
 
 To fill with joy his waiting cup. 
 
 He never told a lie, 'tis said 
 
 Of the sweet child who stops to hear 
 The sparrows' song above his head. 
 
 That music to his soul how dear ! 
 If he's detected in a fault, 
 
 He will not mutter " I don't care ; " 
 Nor in a foolish rage revolt. 
 
 When kindly counselled ; but in prayer 
 
 Forgiveness of his Maker seek, 
 
 And in the future guard against 
 The passion in his nature weak, 
 
 And utter no unkind complaints. 
 If in a thoughtless moment he 
 
 Should cause a generous friend to grieve. 
 His heart will be in misery 
 
 Till he forgiveness shall receive. 
 
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 When others tantalize the poor, 
 
 Deformed or lame — or bring distress 
 To tender hearts — the child is sure 
 
 With love to make their sorrows less. 
 If words of comfort will not cheer, 
 
 And drive sad feelings from the breast, 
 With pleasant gifts he will appear, 
 
 And prove indeed a welcome guest. 
 
 When those around him are profane. 
 
 He checks them with a mild reproof; 
 But if they vicious still remain. 
 
 Grieved at their course, he stands aloof 
 From their companionship, and prays 
 
 His heavenly Father to appear, 
 And show them in their early days 
 
 The folly of their mad career. 
 
 Ingenuous in his dealings, he 
 
 Secures the friendship of the good ; 
 Guileless, in his simplicity. 
 
 And never obstinate or rude, 
 A thousand valued friends he makes : 
 
 Careful, and prudent, and devout. 
 He in the heart of all awakes 
 
 True love ; and what is life without ? 
 
 He will not stoop to actions base 
 
 In coming years ; but will be found 
 Among the noble of his race. 
 
 With virtue and with glory crowned. 
 If he's a merchant, he will rise 
 
 Before his peers in high esteem, 
 And be a Broavn,^"* exact and wise, 
 
 While all respect and honor him. 
 
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 And if the law should be his aim, 
 
 No snivelling trickster will he prove, 
 To gather stigma round a name 
 
 That should be redolent with love. 
 Punctilious in his duties, he 
 
 For justice and for truth will plead, 
 And never cringe the supple knee 
 
 To gloss a crime, or virtue bleed. 
 
 Gold will not tempt him to deny 
 
 Man's just, inalienable rights ; 
 No office his opinions buy, 
 
 Though raised to honor's giddy heights ; 
 No bribe induce hira to obey 
 
 The dictates of a perjured throng, 
 And with applause to soar away, 
 
 His sacred ermine stained with wrong. 
 
 Nay — in his soul a peace will flow 
 
 From conscious duty well performed ; 
 His face with heavenly radiance glow — 
 
 While in his heart, by virtue Avarmed, 
 The spirit of a love divine. 
 
 With grace and honor, will abide ; 
 So that a Greenleaf ^^^ he will shine — 
 
 Firmly to God and truth allied. 
 
 If he should ship before the mast. 
 
 Attracted by the boundless sea, 
 His principles will hold him fast 
 
 Mid scenes of sin and revelry. 
 He'll never turn aside or swerve 
 
 A hair's breadth from the sacred truth. 
 But that kind Friend and Teacher serve, 
 
 Who won him in his guileless youth. 
 
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 Where'er he sails the Bible still 
 
 Will be his compass and his chart, . 
 And every duty he'll fulfil, 
 
 With love to God with all the heart. 
 The friend of missions he will prove — 
 
 The gospel take to distant lands, 
 And every obstacle remove 
 
 That in the Saviour's pathway stands. 
 
 Tired of the sea, at last he turns 
 
 To pass the remnant of his days 
 In peace at home, where brightly burns 
 
 Affection's flame, and Love displays 
 Her choicest gifts. Where prayer is made 
 
 And hearts with pure devotion meet, 
 With Merrill's '^^^ spirit he will aid , 
 
 And their communings will be sweet. 
 
 Should he a minister become, 
 
 He'll be no proud, time-serving priest, 
 To shut his mouth before the dumb. 
 
 Oppressed, or morally diseased. 
 But with his duty full in view, 
 
 Lay bare the crimes of guilty men. 
 Who with the blood of saints imbrue 
 
 Their hands and guilty souls, and then 
 
 Audaciously denounce the right. 
 
 And trample justice in the dust — 
 Curse earth as Avith Egyptian blight, 
 
 And roll the lava waves of lust 
 O'er this fair heritage of ours : 
 
 He'll take the Bible and maintain 
 Its wondrous truth, and hellish powers 
 
 Shall froth and rave -and storm in vain. 
 
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 With a Carruther's ^o'' talents he 
 
 The siDirit of his Lord will bring 
 To deal with base hypocrisy, 
 
 And every vile unholy thing. 
 He sees no virtue in a gift 
 
 Where Christian love prompts not the deed ; 
 And truth from error he will sift, 
 
 E'en though it cause the heart to bleed. 
 
 An editor — he will not pounce 
 
 On every man he deems his foe — 
 And honest citizens denounce 
 
 Who will not with him reckless go 
 In all those ultra measures which 
 
 Make men ridiculous appear, 
 Alike before the poor and rich — 
 
 The humble rustic and the seer. 
 
 To truth and justice he will give 
 
 The influence that his pen commands, 
 And never at a wrong connive, 
 
 Though gold be heaped upon his hands. 
 A record pure — a conscience clean — 
 
 A life consistent with the right — 
 Will make his morning days serene. 
 
 And fill life's evening with delight. 
 
 A doctor skilful he may. prove 
 
 Life's ills to cure and pains rebuke, 
 And mental agonies remove. 
 
 With the kind spirit of a Luke. 
 Whoever calls, with willing feet. 
 
 In storm or sunshine, he will go — 
 In winter's cold or summer's heat — 
 
 To serve a friend or bless a foe. 
 
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 The rich and poor alike receive, 
 
 With no vain show or loud pretence, 
 The best attentions he can give, 
 
 With sweet, Christlike benevolence. 
 His hearty interest is shown 
 
 For those who languish, and they feel 
 Their sorrows partly made his own : 
 
 And this has half the power to heal. 
 
 His sympathy unbounded springs 
 
 Whene'er disease and grief invade 
 The poor man's cot, with sufferings 
 
 That baffle his most skilful aid. 
 But faithful nursing, constant care. 
 
 Make him triumphantly succeed, 
 And then the convalescent's prayer 
 
 Pleads for a Leavitt^^^ or a Weed.*"® 
 
 Leavitt ! O, Avhen I think of thee 
 
 My heart leaps up with gratitude ; — 
 In youth thou wast a friend to me, 
 
 And tenderly my weal pursued. 
 When day was closed, on summer eves, 
 
 I sought thy study, where was spread 
 Knowledge in rich abundant leaves — 
 
 And eagerly my spirit fed.^ 
 
 When frosty age thy head had crowned. 
 
 And earth was fiiding to thy view, 
 The same kind genial heart I found — 
 
 Sincere — to early friendship true. 
 Thy pen not idle, spoke the truth, 
 
 And counselled, cautioned ... though severe .. . 
 With all the fire of ardent youth, 
 
 To check the inebriate's wild career. 
 
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 While memory lives I'll not forget 
 
 The golden moments passed with thee ; 
 The noble words that ignorance met, 
 
 Which flowed from generous sympathy. 
 And when approached thy peaceful end, 
 
 And earthly scenes had lost their charms, 
 Commissioned angels sought their friend, 
 
 And bore him to a Saviour's arms. 
 
 Thankless for favors friends bestow, 
 
 And in his manners rude and rough, 
 Frank answers grufflj', yes or no. 
 
 And meets a kindness with rebuff. 
 Unhappy and morose, he throws 
 
 A damper on the hearts of cheer, 
 And where a sunny spirit glows 
 
 He brings a shadow dark with fear. 
 
 He will be careless, maybe base. 
 
 Fomenting ill, engendering strife. 
 And fill no enviable place 
 
 All throusrh his brief career of life. 
 Man's sacred rights he'll not regard, 
 
 And helter-skelter, push ahead ; 
 First at a drunken row, ill-starred, 
 
 Of all good men the fear and dread. 
 
 He'll browbeat gentle diffidence 
 
 To make a wrong the right appear ; * 
 With law and justice he'll dispense. 
 
 And in the path to virtue rear 
 A thousand barriers to disturb 
 
 And fret the heart that's sensitive ; 
 And never will his passions curb. 
 
 Or one sweet word of kindness give. 
 
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 The benefit that men derive 
 
 From generous acts he cannot see ; 
 While he for self is all alive, 
 
 Unmoved by sights of misery. 
 A wretch indeed, whom none can trust, 
 
 With whom no heart can sympathize ; 
 A craven slave to sordid lust. 
 
 Who will lament him when he dies ? 
 
 Old Massa Shepaed,^^" passing by 
 
 With his lank horse, excites the throng : 
 "Hurrah ! hurrah !" boys loudly cry. 
 
 As through the street he plods along. 
 The old man, feeble and half blind. 
 
 His tiny whip wdl sometimes shake : 
 He is not to the boys unkind, 
 
 Whatever liberties they take. 
 
 Though on the verge of fourscore years, 
 
 He loves to labor day by day ; 
 His team upon the stand appears 
 
 When storms keep younger men away. 
 And so an honest livelihood 
 
 The poor old feeble man obtains. 
 And with a heart of gratitude 
 
 Sings at his work in pleasant strains.. 
 
 How peaceful flows the laborer's life. 
 
 With sweet content and virtue blest ! 
 Secure from envy, pride and strife ; 
 
 By no designing men caressed ; 
 Who with a generous mind pursues 
 
 The steady tenor of his way, 
 And with no mean or selfish views, 
 
 Enjoys rich blessings every day ! 
 
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 At eve, with calm serenity 
 
 He looks back ou the hours employed ; 
 And from corroding cares set free, 
 
 Each passing moment is enjoyed. 
 Ho lifts to Heaven the fervent prayer 
 
 In thanks for all the favors past. 
 And seeks a Father's guiding care 
 
 While strength, and health, and life shall last. 
 
 O happy life ! O blissful state ! 
 
 At peace with man at rest with God — 
 
 With every golden sun elate ! 
 
 When Evening spreads her veil abroad 
 Full of thanksgiving ! Day and night 
 
 Peaceful the happy moments flow, 
 While every feeling wakes delight, 
 
 And health is rich with radiant glow. 
 
 Ye who to sordid passions yield, 
 
 And in a fretful mood repine — 
 Whose hearts, to love and mercy steeled, 
 
 Feel not the touch of a divine. 
 Extended hand — a scene behold 
 
 On which angelic spirits gaze ; 
 Forego your strife, for rank or gold, 
 
 And sweet will flow your songs of praise. 
 
 There's one, so full of love, I know 
 
 He will not e'en a worm distress ; 
 Much less a craven spirit show 
 
 When others he can aid or bless. 
 The earnest purpose of his heart 
 
 Is to promote his neighbor's weal ; 
 To dry the tear, allay the smart. 
 
 And every mental anguish heal. 
 
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 As days pass on, the friend of God — 
 
 The friend of man he'll surely prove — 
 And in the ways the good have trod 
 
 Walk in the light of peace and love. 
 A man of prayer, he will commit 
 
 His cares to him his heart obeys, 
 And always with Contentment sit 
 
 Beneath his eye, in love and praise. 
 
 He'll watch with care the path he treads, 
 
 And place a seal upon his tongue, 
 That he no evil influence spreads, 
 
 To lead astray the old or young. 
 In every step he'll seek to be 
 
 Directed by a Father's hand, 
 And blest wath grace and purity 
 
 He'll take with Smith ^^^ a noble stand. 
 
 Long years my friend, O man beloved ! 
 
 How oft I turn thy voice to hear. 
 And feel the friendship daily proved, 
 
 At all times ardent and sincere. 
 I miss thee, miss thee everywhere. 
 
 And in the quiet of my heart 
 I sometimes feel, when pressed by care, 
 
 That near to bless me still thou art. 
 
 Inflexible, determined, just, 
 
 Brave Eddie rules a little squad ; 
 They all in him confiding trust. 
 
 E'en though at times severe and odd. 
 He will not rest, as one may see. 
 
 In a position mean or low ; 
 But studies every hour that he 
 
 In wisdom and in truth may grow. 
 
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 He wastes no i^recioiis time among 
 
 The reckless, frivolous or vile; 
 Nor listens to the idle sons; 
 
 Provoking simpletons to smile — • 
 But husbands every moment to 
 
 Devote to some rare, solid work — 
 A useful calling to pursue. 
 
 He'll rise a Goddard,^^^ Fox^'^ or Burkc.^^* 
 
 A pleasant da}'' in winter 'tis ; 
 
 " Ho ! for Child's Hill ! "^^^ the children cry ; 
 Expecting half a day of bliss, 
 
 Since they have thrown their studies by. 
 But some prefer a longer reach. 
 
 And hasten to the jSIountfort Hill,'^'® 
 Where over jouncers to the beach 
 
 Of real sport they have their fill. 
 
 Others to Titcomb's ^^ wharf repair, 
 
 And steering clear of sleighs and sleds, 
 With cheerful music fill the air 
 
 While diving in the snowy beds. 
 A few to the Back Fields ^^^ make haste, 
 
 AVhere passing teams do not molest, 
 And on that l)leak and barren Avaste 
 
 Enjoy themselves with perfect zest. 
 
 If nought to make their spirit sad 
 
 Should through the sunny hours transpire, 
 AYeary at night, they all are glad 
 
 To eat their suppers and retire. 
 O happy youth ! through all your days 
 
 May you as sweetly sink to rest, 
 Nor once forget that Love to praise 
 
 Which makes your golden days so blest. 
 
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 "How old are you?" young Edwin spoke, 
 
 As aged Freeman ^'^ slowly passed ; 
 The question in his heart awoke, 
 
 As on the lad a look he cast, 
 Kind feelings toward him, as he said : 
 
 "If through the winter I survive — " 
 (And slowly shook his frosty head) 
 
 "I shall, my dear, be eighty-five." 
 
 "How very old ! " the lad replied, 
 
 Astonished at the length of time ; 
 "I'm only twelve." The pilgrim sighed : 
 
 His thoughts flew back to youthful prime. 
 " Once I was young. But months and years 
 
 In quick succession passed away ; 
 Life but a shadow now appears, 
 
 Since I am feeble, old and gray. 
 
 " Soon you will be as old as I, 
 
 If Heaven preserves your life, my child ; 
 Your sunny days will swiftly fly. 
 
 And cares will come." Young Edwin smiled. 
 " Soon I shall be as old as you ? 
 
 It cannot be. For years and years 
 Life will be bright, and fresh, and ncAV." 
 
 " Hear me, my child !" He brushed the tears 
 
 That rolled adown his furrowed cheek : 
 
 "Ah ! once I thought as you do now. 
 And when I heard the aged speak, 
 
 And saw the wrinkles on their brow, 
 I laughed and said, 'Twill never be 
 
 When 1 shall tremble in the breeze, 
 With tottering step and feeble knee, 
 
 And have such frosty locks as these. 
 
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 " Ah me ! 'tis but a summer's day 
 
 Since I ran nimbly througli the street, 
 And saw the spring's bright blossoms play 
 
 And fall like snow-flakes at my feet. 
 I heard the birds with pure delight 
 
 In grove, and field, and meadow sing ; 
 To cheer my heart and bless my sight 
 
 Each golden day would something bring. 
 
 " A mother's love I then enjoyed — 
 
 A gentle sister's fond caress — 
 And in my heart there was no void ; 
 
 'Twas all unbounded happiness. 
 I loved the seasons as they brought 
 
 Their varied beauties to my view, 
 And filled the listening ear of thought 
 
 With something lively, fresh and new. 
 
 " I gazed upon the sky. It seemed 
 
 An ocean of eternal blue. 
 But then, my child, I only dreamed : 
 
 The years will fly as swift with you. 
 You look upon me, but you feel 
 
 No sad misgivings in the heart ; 
 No thoughts of wasted moments steal 
 
 Life's sunny joys. No envies dart. 
 
 " Their poisoned arrows at your name ; 
 
 None what is false in you endorse, 
 And point to 3'ou the hand of shame, 
 
 To fill your bosom Avith remorse. 
 Ah ! listen to me, old and gray ; 
 
 My steps have nearly reached their goal ; 
 Perhaps a word that I shall say 
 
 May give fresh vigor to the soul. 
 
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 "Love truth and virtue ; hate a wrong, 
 
 And no distress on others bring ; 
 If vice alUire, resist it strong, 
 
 And frown on every wiclied thing. 
 Be careful every day to keep 
 
 Your heart from vicious thoughts and vain ; 
 xlnd read those works where you can reap, 
 
 Not tares, but the substantial grain. 
 
 "In every act let justice shine. 
 
 With whomsoever you may deal, 
 And love to Heaven your steps incline, 
 
 Where sorrow bleeds, that you may heal. 
 Visit the fatherless and poor. 
 
 And strive to make the wretched blest ; 
 And at the orphan's humble door 
 
 You'll be a loved and welcome guest." 
 
 He paused a moment, and he placed 
 
 His trembling hand upon his brow ; 
 As if in memory he traced 
 
 Some scene he wished to picture now. 
 His thoughts flew back to early years, 
 
 And faded joys before him rose ; 
 Sweet music fell upon his ears, 
 
 And he forgot life's wintry snows. 
 
 " What changes in these fourscore years ! 
 
 I look around me, all is new. 
 And life a shadowy dream appears : 
 
 Here where I stand the wild birds flew, 
 And on yon spot a crazy mill 
 
 Went whizzing round from day to day ; 
 And stately trees were on the hill 
 
 Where in my youth I loved to play. 
 
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 " Beside the winding creeks below 
 
 Tlie willows and the alders grew ; 
 And when the tide was in its flow 
 
 Surpassing beautiful the view ! 
 How oft I've sat upon the bank, 
 
 When spring had clothed the fields with green, 
 And in my heart rejoiced to thank 
 
 The Author of the wondrous scene. 
 
 "Where all these pleasant dwellings rise, 
 
 Down to the waters of the cove, 
 A lovely landscape met the eyes, 
 
 With here and there a charming grove. 
 The deer would sometimes bound along 
 
 Amid the trees — upon the shore ; 
 And birds of plumage, wild with song, 
 
 Their liveliest, cheeriest warljlings pour. 
 
 "O time and change ! I feel oppressed 
 
 When to the past I look, and see 
 Not one of all the friends who blessed — 
 
 Who counselled, loved, and prayed with me. 
 There's not a form my childhood knew 
 
 But sleeps beneath the icy sod. 
 I'm feeble now ; my days are few : 
 
 O when shall I awake with God ? " 
 
 The old man leaned upon his cane. 
 
 Exhausted by the effort made, 
 And suffered not a little pain. 
 
 While Edwin lent to him his aid. 
 Revived and smiling, he passed on. 
 
 Bidding the thoughtful child good-by ; 
 I saw, as soon as he was gone, 
 
 A teardrop fall from Edwin's eye. 
 
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 Ah ! kind and sympathizing lad, 
 
 May Heaven watch over thee, and keep 
 Thy future life from all that's bad, 
 
 Nor suffer in thy heart to sleep 
 Those fires of hell, that seethe and break, 
 
 And overwhelm in stern despair ; 
 May in his arms the Saviour take, 
 
 And guard thee with a tender care ! 
 
 In youth and age — life lengthened out — 
 
 Thou wilt be honored and beloved ; 
 A spirit generous and devout. 
 
 Peculiarly by God approved, 
 Will be a wealth of peace and joy, 
 
 Where'er thy lot in life is placed — 
 Amid the troubles that annoy .... 
 
 The ills that fret .... the cares that waste. 
 
 May all thy friends behold thee grow 
 
 Steadfast in virtue, with thy feet 
 Firm as a rock, round which may flow 
 
 The surge in vain, and storms may beat ! 
 For thy foundation, "deep and strong. 
 
 Earth cannot shake. On truth 'tis built. 
 No servile foe, no bribe of wrong, 
 
 Shall fright thy soul, or stain with guilt. 
 
 God's blessing on thy sunny head, 
 
 Where'er thy future steps may turn ! 
 With Truth and Virtue garlanded 
 
 Thou wilt the blessed way discern 
 That Peace attends — where Wisdom smiles, 
 
 And Grace in full abundance flows ; 
 Safe from the world's deceitful wiles. 
 
 Its treacherous joys — its threatening woes. 
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 Perhaps a Russell's '^'' laurels may 
 
 Grace thy fair brow ; or it may be 
 A Sibley's^'-' noble heart will sway 
 
 Thy generous bosom gloriously ; 
 To cheer the fainting soul, and bring 
 
 The richest treasures earth can give ; 
 To take from poverty its sting, 
 
 And bid the sad rejoice and live. 
 
 Set, overbearing — there is one 
 
 AVho thinks that all must yield to him 
 No good he sees in what is done 
 
 By those around. "Tyrannic Jim," 
 The scholars hail him — and no taste 
 
 Has he for Nature's glorious works ; 
 To scenes with rarest beauties graced, 
 
 His heart is colder than a Turk's. 
 
 Where'er he sees a beauteous flower 
 
 Soft smiling in the dusty street, 
 That oft beguiles a sunny hour. 
 
 He crushes it beneath his feet. 
 A blade of grass he will not spare, 
 
 If it a single heart delights. 
 Or kindly from the brow of care 
 
 Removes the gloom of weary nights. 
 
 lu manhood's strength what will he be. 
 
 If now the beautiful he hates ? — 
 If every si)ot of flower and tree 
 
 His cloudy spirit desolates ? 
 He'll level with the dusty ground 
 
 All our dear fathers' pride and joy ; 
 And every noble oak that's found 
 
 Will doom at once — strip or destroy. 
 
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 A splendid patch of living green, 
 
 Where oft the weary stop to gaze — 
 Round which rejoicing birds are seen, 
 
 That lift their grateful notes of praise — 
 Is torn away by his command, 
 
 And granite pavements take its place ; 
 The trees that in their glory stand 
 
 Fall like the last of Philip's ^^^ race. 
 
 The gentle streams that health convey, 
 
 And purify the atmosphere ; 
 Beside which doves and children play — 
 
 Humanity now holds so dear — 
 He'll bridge with planks or fill with dirt, 
 
 And every trace of beauty raze ; 
 Had he the power, the heavens he'd girt, 
 
 And quench the planets while they blaze. 
 
 Though Emerson ^^' with vigor plead. 
 
 And Holmes 2^^ lift up his music-voice — 
 A thousand tender memories bleed — 
 
 To check the spirit that destroys — 
 No heed is given. The mandate flies 
 
 Forth from the soul that never sees 
 Beauty in aught but stocks that rise. 
 
 And razed at once are Paddock's ^^^ trees. 
 
 Two noble elms but lately stood, 
 
 The pride and glory of Broadway i^"^^ 
 While age well pleased their beauty viewed 
 
 The children round them loved to play. 
 Warblers amid the l^ranches sung 
 
 Throughout the shining summer days, 
 And built their nests and reared their young : 
 
 And scores stood listening to their lays. 
 
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 The merchant, from the noonday sun — 
 
 The laborer sought a shelter here, 
 With many a faint and weary one, 
 
 Glad to escape the heat severe. 
 The grateful shade ! — a luxury 
 
 Gold cannot buy that all enjoy ; 
 
 Blessing to wealth and poverty — 
 
 Alas ! that ruthless hands destroy I 
 
 For so much gold the trees they doom — 
 
 The real glory of the town — 
 With all their wealth of summer bloom. 
 
 Cold Avarice will hew them down. 
 It feels no comfort in the shade ; 
 
 No music hears in birds that sing ; 
 It finds no beauty though displayed 
 
 In every bud and flower of spring. 
 
 The trees ! that health and joy dispense — 
 
 Each whispering leaf a psalm of praise — 
 On which a kind Benevolence 
 
 His wisdom and his love displays — 
 For his convenience, or his greed, 
 
 Man levels with the earth. No tears, 
 No earnest prayers will Avarice heed ; 
 
 So health with beauty disappears. 
 
 " Gold ! give me gold ! " — this is the cry 
 
 Of man degenerate and perverse : 
 For this he throws his comforts by, 
 
 And makes the glorious earth a curse : 
 Destroys the blessings scattered round 
 
 By a kind Father's tender care, 
 And scathes each lovely spot of ground 
 
 That would a plant or blossom bear. 
 
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 The city fathers — men presumed 
 
 To be mtellio:ent and wise — 
 Not from Egyptian crypts exhumed, 
 
 Startled from sleep of centuries — 
 But living in a wondrous age 
 
 Of science, literature and art — 
 With all the light that seer, and sage, 
 
 And priest, and prophet can impart — 
 
 The city fathers — strange indeed 
 
 That they should kiss a calf of gold ! 
 Unheeding prayers from heai-ts that bleed ! 
 
 Too late 'tis seen that they have sold 
 Pure air, and bartered health away 
 
 For bricks and mortar, dust and heat — 
 That Virtue hastens to decay. 
 
 While Vice is rampant in the street. 
 
 Shame to the man whose sordid breast 
 
 No glory traces in a tree, 
 When in its wealth of splendor dressed, 
 
 Erect in strength and majesty : 
 Beneath whose shadow, as the sun 
 
 Hangs vertical, the beasts recline — 
 To which the wayworn pilgrims run 
 
 When in the scorching heat they pine. 
 
 O God ! who made the stately trees. 
 
 And all the earth with beauty crowned. 
 Who gave the birds those melodies 
 
 That make the grove enchanted ground. 
 Appear, and check the vandal hand 
 
 Uplifted to destroy thy works ; 
 The craven spirit. Lord, conmiand. 
 
 That in the selhsh bosom lurks. 
 
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 The lust of power the greed of gain.... 
 
 AVhich iiijike the heart of Mercy bleed — 
 That Avith a purpose half insane 
 
 Press Virtue to its utmost need — 
 O may some higher fiat stay, 
 
 And save at least one flower or shrub — 
 One blade of grass — to cheer our way, 
 
 AVhile travelling round the almighty IIub.^-^ 
 
 A holiday ! to Eocky Hill '^^^ 
 
 Tom, Dick and Jack — a dozen start; 
 Of sunny joys to take their fill, 
 
 With nimble feet and buoyant heart. 
 They play around the juniper. 
 
 Or climb the spruce or towering pine, 
 While some the cosy nook prefer, 
 
 Or by the shading rock recline. 
 
 They listen to the sparrow's song. 
 
 When seated on the mossy ground, 
 And see the partridge Avhirr along. 
 
 Or hear his ceaseless drumming sound. 
 Gray squirrels skip about the trees. 
 
 While quivering shadows come and go, 
 Just as the fickle, changeful breeze 
 
 Moves the green branches to and fro. 
 
 Now a bright spot of sunshine falls. 
 
 And softly gleams about their feet, 
 While struggling through the oaken walls 
 
 It strives the humid earth to heat. 
 They listen to the murmuring sound 
 
 Of sighing trees, and sec them shake, 
 And hungry spread their luncheons round. 
 
 And with a hearty zest partake. 
 
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 Aiion tlie}^ rob the bumble-bee ; 
 
 Their pockets fill with foxbeny leaves ; 
 They cut down many a tiny tree ; 
 
 Then homeward travel with their sheaves. 
 With stiiFened limbs, and filled with dust, 
 
 Made weaiy by their tedious tramp, 
 They sink to rest. Bright forms, I trust, 
 
 Around their downy beds encamp. 
 
 Ah, Sloven ! 'tis no wonder you 
 
 Among the pleasant children find 
 So few to love you. It is true 
 
 Some mates are social ; others kind ; 
 But all dislike a lazy drone, 
 
 Who is not genial, prompt and neat : 
 None marvel you're so oft alone. 
 
 Who see your book, your desk and seat. 
 
 The book is soiled — the desk is cut — 
 
 The seat uncomfortably mean — 
 Where many filthy things are put. 
 
 And vile tobacco-juice is seen. 
 All show the marks of habits low — 
 
 Revolting to the cleanly lad ; 
 This is the reason, you should know, 
 
 Why real friends you never had. 
 
 Whene'er you meet a tidy boy 
 
 It is not strange he moves along ; 
 Your breath must so the child annoy, 
 
 With fumes of the narcotic strong — 
 Its fetid odor all around — 
 
 He cannot brook the nauseous scene. 
 And more congenial friends has found. 
 
 Whose faces, hands and mouths are clean. 
 
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 All ill-l)ri\] boy you always know 
 
 From his surroiiiuliiigs dny by day ; 
 "With the profane he's sure to go, 
 
 AVhilo from the good ho turns away. 
 About the Avharvos, or near a bar, 
 
 lli'"s wont to lounge, or idly sit, 
 Pulling a mean east-oil' eigar ; 
 
 liepelling by his vulgar wit. 
 
 AVould you grow up in virtue's ways, 
 
 And be an honor to your age? 
 Listen to what true wisilom says. 
 
 And in no praetiees engage 
 That will debase the mind, or bring 
 
 Ixeproaeh to virtue ; and be sure 
 That from your heart shall only spring 
 
 Pure words through lips sineerely })urc. 
 
 The boy who smokes to-day, perhaps 
 
 To-morrow will be led to drink. 
 Till Viee around a mantle wraps. 
 
 And leads him blindfold to the brmk 
 Of utter ruin. Thenee he falls, 
 
 Like seores of thoughtless ones before ; 
 And when too late for help he calls, 
 
 8ti>rn Justice froMus at ]\Iercy's door. 
 
 "Watt'hing the spiders weave their nets, 
 
 Whh all his soul's intensity, 
 Ben sits entranced, and knowledge gets ; 
 
 lie's happy as a child can be. 
 He often throws aside his book 
 
 To see the tiny insects leap, 
 Or play with sunbeams on the brook, 
 
 Or mid the scented clover sleep. 
 
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 In all the life that God has made, 
 
 However huml^le, weak and frail, 
 Wisdom and love he sees disjjlaycd. 
 
 The fish tliat swim ; the hirds that sail ; 
 The iKuists upon the mountain side ; 
 
 The lofty tree ; the humble flower, 
 That strives its modest head to hide, 
 
 Alike display Almighty power. 
 
 Through many a summer day he'll walk 
 
 Among the trees, or sit upon 
 Some mossy bajik, and love to talk 
 
 With inseets floating in the sun — 
 Or lessons from the l^ushes read, 
 
 That spread their leafiness around ; 
 He gathers from the sickly weed 
 
 Knowledge that nowhere else is found. 
 
 He overturns a ponderous stone 
 
 To see the living ftjrms IxMieath, 
 And as the frightenctl tenants run. 
 
 Stoops down as if to hear them breathe. 
 The 8lu«:oi;ish worms he watches till 
 
 From heat and light they disappear ; 
 Admiring the creative skill 
 
 That stored a world of being here. 
 
 He studies birds, flowers, insects, trees, 
 
 And wisdom from them all derives ; 
 What seem to others mysteries. 
 
 Are plain to him. A Hand contrives 
 And stretches o'er and governs all, 
 
 And he can see connecting links 
 Between the tmy worms that crawl. 
 
 And God's own image, man, who thinks. 
 
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 The child will be clistiiiguished when 
 
 A few more years their cycles run ; 
 When all the boys have grown to men, 
 
 And life's great duties are begun. 
 Expounding Nature's laws, he may 
 
 Put forth an influence far and wide ; 
 Like FiiANKLiN,-^^ with the lightnings play- 
 
 To liberty a nation guide. 
 
 Or like a MorsEj^'" the crowd entrance, 
 
 As he the works of God luifolds, 
 And shows the absurdity that chance 
 
 Can form the wondrous shell he holds ; 
 Convincing skeptics of a Avise, 
 
 A just, supreme, Almighty Power, 
 Who, though he rules the earth and skies, 
 
 Cares for the insect, shell and flower. 
 
 The envious lad, I apprehend. 
 
 Will little favor find among 
 His generous schoolmates, who befriend 
 
 The humble poor, and scorn to wrong 
 A single creature God has made. 
 
 He may pretend to be sincere ; 
 But honest truth he will evade, 
 
 And his true character appear. 
 
 If now he envies those who rise 
 
 By meritorious acts, what will 
 His future be? Not just nor wise. 
 
 Unchecked, the disposition still 
 Will prompt his actions, and may be 
 
 The source of mischiefs manifold, 
 In church or in society, 
 
 Whate'er position he may hold. 
 
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 " They come ! they come ! hurrah ! they come ! 
 
 The Infantry ! — Mechanic Blues ^^^ ! — 
 I hetir the bugle, fife and drum ! " 
 
 All start and run at the glad news, 
 Forgetting sport to tramp around, 
 
 Through dust and heat, mid boisterous cheers, 
 And listen to the inspiring sound 
 
 That falls upon the wondering ears. 
 
 They follow on to Prout's '^•''- or Broad's,^^^ 
 
 Where men manoeuvre, halt and fire — 
 Although uneven Spurwink^'* roads 
 
 Are half-knee deep with dust or mire. 
 They see the soldiers — 'tis enough 
 
 To satisfy the curious mind, 
 And were the roads ten times as rough, 
 
 They would red coats and music find. 
 
 They view the soldiers : would they be 
 
 Attractive to the youthful mind. 
 If caps and plumes they could not see ? 
 
 And would they follow close behind 
 A file of men in working trim, 
 
 With not a note to stir the blood ? 
 The turnout would indeed be slim. 
 
 And scores be saved from dust and mud. 
 
 He sat upon a mossy stone. 
 
 Beside the Gun House ^'^ on the hill — 
 A poor old man half blind, alone, 
 
 Gazing upon the crowd, until 
 A circle gathered, and l)esought 
 
 The aged one to sing a st)ng — 
 And he a man of feeble thought, 
 
 Who scarcely knew the right from wrong. 
 
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 Amid the excitement and the noise 
 
 Old Avery '^^^ sang, but pained the ears 
 Of all except the vicious boys. 
 
 'Tis sad to know that men of years, 
 Thoughtless, degraded — half insane — 
 
 Will their corrupting natures show. 
 And the pure heart of Virtue pain 
 
 By prurient strains they round them throw. 
 
 When trembling on the tomb's dark verge, 
 
 O God ! how sad the sight .... a mind 
 Depraved and sunk .... from which emerge 
 
 Thoughts vile, impure : a soul designed 
 By Heaven to show sweet wisdom forth, 
 
 Grovelling in sin : a hateful thing 
 Of loathsomeness, gangrening earth, 
 
 And poisoning every wholesome spring. 
 
 There are — who, bloated and blear-eyed, 
 
 Disgusting to the good and pure — 
 Appear to take satanic pride 
 
 The young and guileless to allure 
 In paths of crime — to till with gall 
 
 Their future days. If there's a curse 
 Dark, damning, deep, on such 'tAvill fall : 
 
 A Dives' doom could not be worse. 
 
 There is a spring a-bubbling up 
 
 On Mayo Street,^" where boys resort, 
 To quench their thirst from Nature's cup. 
 
 In summer's heat how oft they sought 
 The cooling Avaters gushing out, 
 
 Well pleased before the stream to bow 
 And drink their fill, amid the shout 
 
 Of merry boys. I hear it now. 
 
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 I see the children scattered round 
 
 In fields and on the verdant bank ; 
 One plucks a flower, and one has found 
 
 A mushroom springing, lean and lank — 
 And one a puff-ball, which he shows 
 
 As something wonderful and strange — 
 While every face with radiance glows, 
 
 As o'er the sunny fields they range. 
 
 Ho ! to the Cove ! ^^^ Away they speed, 
 
 Through thistles bristling in the sun ; 
 They scare the sand-pee})s as they feed, 
 
 And seem to think it glorious fun 
 To wade along the muddy flats 
 
 And watch the waves that ebb and come ; 
 Or chase the straying dogs and cats 
 
 That dare to venture far from home. 
 
 Anon they rob the mussel-beds, 
 
 Kindle a fire of chaff and wood — 
 And when protrude the ebon heads, 
 
 The bivalves make delicious food. 
 And thus they pass each pleasant hour 
 
 In varied sport, with rare delight ; 
 Perhaps caught in a sudden shower, 
 
 They hasten home in sorry plight. 
 
 "Hm-rah !" cried Dick, "on Thursday comes 
 
 The glorious Fourth ! " A happy day 
 To all the lads. They beat their drums 
 
 And fire their guns, and give full play 
 To hearts that overflow with joy. 
 
 The Fourth ! what reminiscences 
 Of pleasures past, to every boy — 
 
 Each moment crowded to excess. 
 
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 Up to Mount Joy ^^^ the thousands throng 
 
 To see the tents, enjoy the fun, 
 And hear the rustic's joll}^ song. 
 
 Or round a noisy circle run. 
 About Ma'am Shepard's '^^^ booth they hang, 
 
 As scores of children come and buy — 
 While some rude boy pours out his slang, 
 
 And " beer ! " " eggs ! " " pies I " a dozen cry. 
 
 Ma'am Shepard ! good old dame ! I seem 
 
 To see her now and hear her voice, 
 As when she dealt out nogg and cream, 
 
 Amid the exuberance and the noise 
 Of men and children near her tent — 
 
 Confusing and confused — well i)leased, 
 As happy urchins came and went, 
 
 And she the nimble coppers seized. 
 
 All day beneath the burning sun 
 
 The patient woman sat and sold ; 
 But sometimes, Avhen imposed upon, 
 
 'Twould chill your blood to hear her scold : 
 For roguish children oft deceived 
 
 And vexed her sorely, but she kejot 
 Her temper long, and then she grieved 
 
 That anger in her bosom slept. 
 
 And standing round is Harrington,^^ 
 
 Exclaiming with a nasal twang, 
 "Come, hu}' fresh candy, every one !" 
 
 The voice I hear as then it rang — 
 Before me see the stalwart frame 
 
 And slouching hat ; the Roman nose, 
 That, midday, seems a little flame. 
 
 As down the burning ardent goes. 
 
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 And Newhall,'^^^ in his gay attire, 
 
 Is prancing np and down the hill, 
 As haughtv as a fresh-made squire, 
 
 While shout the boys, "Hurrah for Bill ! " 
 He's in the height of fashion dressed, 
 
 With high-crowned hat and polished boots ; 
 Hangs dangling from his suow-^vhite vest 
 
 A quizzing-glass, his fancy suits. 
 
 Attached to a huge pinchbeck watch — 
 
 He doubts not is a golden one — 
 Are gilded chains, and seals to match, 
 
 A-flashiug in the noonday sun. 
 With form erect, he twirls a cane, 
 
 And bows obsequious to the crowd ; 
 No man in all the State of Maine 
 
 Is more elated, pompous, proud. 
 
 Poor Ne"Whall long since passed away, 
 
 Peace to his dust ! We shall not see 
 His like again for many a day. 
 
 Perhaps once in a century 
 A character like his appears. 
 
 The common people to amuse — 
 To tickle their attentive ears 
 
 With thoughts which they can never lose. 
 
 A fight ! and West ^^^ is in the mood. 
 
 Belligerent, to carry through 
 The frightful scene, so oft renewed 
 
 When rum is up, and temper too. 
 Rush ^" to the rescue of his friend 
 
 Appears, while scores of urchins run 
 To see the heavy blows descend — 
 
 While men, half drunk, enjoy the fun. 
 
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 All generous terms of peace refused, 
 
 They light it out, Avhate'er the cost — 
 Till flesh is gashed and limbs are bruised, 
 
 And all their strength the men exhaust. 
 But Hall^*^ and Polleys^*^ soon appear, 
 
 And lead them bleeding from the hill, 
 While hundreds follow in the rear, 
 
 And street, and steps, and doorway till. 
 
 Then, at the closing of the day. 
 
 The boys and girls were in their glory. 
 Viewing the wonderful display 
 
 Before the red Observatory.^" 
 The crackers burst — torpedoes flew — 
 
 The hill and heavens with rockets blazed — 
 Squibs, serpents, wheels, green lights and blue, 
 
 On which the crowd enraptured gazed. 
 
 Thus closed the Fourth. All they desired 
 
 The children saw, and they were blest. 
 And weary to their homes retired, 
 
 Glad to approach their beds, and rest. 
 All were not happy. Some partook 
 
 Of poisonous drinks, then freely sold, 
 And with a silly, beastly look. 
 
 Half crazed into their chambers rolled. 
 
 " Aha ! " cries Ned, "I see what makes 
 
 Old Ricks a fool, that all despise ; 
 It is because he daily takes 
 
 His toddy slings, and then denies 
 That he is drunk or quarrelsome. 
 
 When every boy can see at once 
 That 'tis the eflfect of drinking rum 
 
 Which makes him such a stupid dunce. 
 
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 "He'll sing at times, and laugh and joke, 
 
 Then stare as if devoid of sense ; 
 Will take a filthy pipe and smoke, 
 
 Just as the tidy folks commence 
 Their evening meal. He does not see. 
 
 When rum is in and reason out, 
 How great the impropriety, 
 
 And scarcely knows what he's about." 
 
 Rum and tobacco — sisters twin — 
 
 What countless evils they produce I 
 When Satan would from virtue Avin, 
 
 These are the weapons he will use 
 To draw from duty. Well he knows 
 
 How easily a youth is led 
 To fraternize with mortal foes, 
 
 When rum and smoke have turned his head. 
 
 Few are the sins that charm the eye 
 
 Of sober man. If he'd commit 
 A grave offence, first he wdll try 
 
 The poisonous drug — perhaps will sit 
 And smoke an hour, or chew the weed, 
 
 Till with the virus impregnated. 
 And then to action Avill proceed, 
 
 The worst of passions elevated. 
 
 Note that young man : a year ago 
 
 A sober and industrious youth ; 
 Enticed where sparkling winecups flow. 
 
 He lost his love for home and truth ; 
 And now, if you can catch his eye. 
 
 You'll find its lustre has departed ; 
 Of old companions he is shy. 
 
 Since on the path of vice he started. 
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 A social glass he merely took 
 
 To please a friend. It was his first ; 
 His noble principles it shook — 
 
 Created in his breast a thirst 
 For one glass more. Not satisfied, 
 
 He touched again. Where is he now? 
 Lost to all sense of manly pride, 
 
 You often find him in the slough. 
 
 Beware, I pray, and never touch 
 
 The insidious foe. With all your strength 
 Dare to resist his first approach. 
 
 Or you may sadly foil at length. 
 To perish like the brute. Beware 
 
 Of the bland tempter's smiling fiice ; 
 Lift up to heaven the earnest prayer, 
 
 That God may keep you by his grace ; 
 
 And he will keep you. Only they 
 
 Who trust in him, and always trust, 
 Are safe. All others go astray. 
 
 And following pride .... consuming lust .... 
 Ignobly fall, with few to weep 
 
 When they are gone. Remember, then. 
 That God alone can safely keep, 
 
 And raise the earnest prayer again. 
 
 The youth so full of vain pretence. 
 
 Who struts about with pompous air ; 
 Who has unbounded confidence 
 
 To push ahead, where angels dare 
 Not with their spotless robes appear — 
 
 To whose suggestions all must yield 
 As to a heaven-anointed seer, 
 
 Whose mission is divinely sealed — 
 
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 Filled to the brim with self-esteem, 
 
 And haughty as a fool can be — ■ 
 Who deems himself almost supreme — 
 
 Inflated pride, pomposity — 
 Whose scornful air and bearing make 
 
 His humble mates his course detest, 
 And sometimes wicked thoughts awake, 
 
 That slumber in the youthful breast — 
 
 Will yet his level find among 
 
 The lowest, meanest of his race, 
 And know that neither brass nor tongue, 
 
 Nor crowding to an honored place. 
 Makes the true man. 'Tis something more 
 
 Than arrogance, pretence and pride, 
 Inflated words, with froth and roar. 
 
 Or boasting with a lion's hide. 
 
 But recently upon the stage 
 
 He spoke. All praised his piece. 
 They thought that, for his tender age, 
 
 'Tvvas excellent. But one who sees 
 Deep in the treacherous soul, perceived 
 
 The article purloined from More, 
 And then the foolish heart was grieved 
 
 That late the palm of triumph bore. 
 
 Chagrined, with looks a little sour, 
 
 Suppressing angry thoughts that burned. 
 He sat reflecting half an hour. 
 
 Before his confidence returned. 
 He claimed 'twas unintentional ; 
 
 He had been reading, and supposed 
 Upon the line of thought he fell 
 
 As soon as he the book had closed. 
 
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 But few believed the words he said ; 
 
 He made himself a laughing-stock, 
 And many a time his face was red, 
 
 And his complacence felt a shock. 
 As the remark was whispered round, 
 
 That he in borrowed plamage shone ; 
 The thoughts advanced were often sound, 
 
 But not an idea was his own. 
 
 He flourished in a youthful club, 
 
 At times used words of learned length, 
 With language fine — but here's the rub — 
 
 From books he borrowed all his strength. 
 Folly supreme ! I sec the day 
 
 When he before the world will stand, 
 With all those laurels torn away 
 
 Which true respect and love command. 
 
 Inflated Ignorance may shine 
 
 For years, and win the meed of praise, 
 While some may deem him half divine, 
 
 As wondering, listening, long they gaze. 
 But fraud will be exposed at last, 
 
 And the true character divined — 
 A Logan's ^^^ stolen plumes be cast — 
 
 The ofems in which a Fulton ^^^ shined. 
 
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 Boys laugh at thee, my child? And why? 
 
 Because a patch is on thy knee ? 
 Come, cheer thee up, and pass them by; 
 
 I have a word to speak to thee. 
 Once lived a poor and quiet lad. 
 
 Who went to school and made no show ; 
 His clothes were coarse .... the best he had , 
 
 With these he was content to go. 
 
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 The boys sneered at him, and sometimes 
 
 It caused his youthful heart to ache,. 
 To hear the uncouth, cutting rhymes 
 
 At his appearance they would make. 
 He bore their jeers and ridicule. 
 
 And seldom spoke a word unkind, 
 Yet not a boy in all the school 
 
 With him a serious fault could find. 
 
 The master often spoke in praise 
 
 Of the example Edwin set. 
 And what might be in future days ; 
 
 Perhaps he'd rise above them yet. 
 He knew their faults, and oft impressed 
 
 This [dimple truth upon the mind — 
 The child who tries to do his best. 
 
 Substantial friends at last will find. 
 
 So Edwin, with a manly heart. 
 
 The path of duty still pursued ; 
 Age and experience took his part, 
 
 When schoolmates were severe and rude. 
 He murmured not that he was poor, 
 
 And only grieved at what was said ; 
 He kept his thoughts and actions pure, 
 
 And was of only sin afraid. 
 
 He grew to manhood, and became 
 
 Illustrious for his generous deeds ; 
 And often now I hear his name 
 
 Where AVant is felt and Mercy bleeds. 
 His ample purse is open thrown ; 
 
 His generous heart was never shut ; 
 Who make to him their sorrows known 
 
 Are sure to be assisted ; — but, 
 
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 If they are vicious, he will try 
 
 To r^son with them ere he gives ; 
 Begs them to cast their vices by, 
 
 And then within bright hope revives. 
 They feel a uoble heart constrains ; 
 
 They pledge their word ; that word they keep ; 
 And so for all his tears and pains 
 
 A large reward his labors reap. 
 
 Ah ! many a one who scorned him when 
 
 With poverty he ran to school, 
 And by harsh action, tongue and pen, 
 
 Brought him to grief and ridicule — 
 With tears of deep contrition, gifts 
 
 From his kind heart has since received ; 
 A generous heart that kindly lifts, 
 
 Though once it was so sorely grieved. 
 
 So, little fellow, never mind 
 
 The patch upon your elbow placed ; 
 Be always studious, pleasant, kind. 
 
 Think — poverty has ne'er disgraced 
 A virtuous youth. 'Tis only crime 
 
 That brings the poor and wretched low, 
 And makes so many in their prime 
 
 The victims of disease and woe. 
 
 The conscious slight — the pointed jest — 
 
 The scornful look — the wicked ruse — 
 Should never in the Christian breast 
 
 A momentary pang produce ; 
 They to the ungrateful wretch return. 
 
 In dark Misfortune's gloomy day, 
 And like a tire will l>urn and burn, 
 
 And eat the very life away. 
 
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 Remembered words and acts unkind, 
 
 Whene'er the world is dark and cold, 
 Like incubus upon the mind, 
 
 Make all our troubles manyfold 
 More hard to bear. Misfortunes bring 
 
 Past deeds of folly close to view% 
 That with malicious laughter sting. 
 
 And pierce the sad heart through and through. 
 
 Industrious, quick, Erastus finds 
 
 Employment for his leisure time, 
 In teachino; dark and io-norant minds 
 
 Plain common truths and truths sublime. 
 He has been taught by power divine 
 
 How to escape the plague of sin ; 
 While heavenly graces round him shine, 
 
 O many a heart to truth he'll win. 
 
 His bright example often leads 
 
 The foolish child of crimes to see 
 His dangerous course — his w\ayward deeds — 
 
 His sure descent to misery. 
 A word may save him, and that word 
 
 Is in his heart : he wisely speaks ; 
 That voice, so oft profanely heard, 
 
 A Father's blessing daily seeks. 
 
 Through life 'twill be his constant aim 
 
 To guide the inquiring, and to sit 
 With those who honor Virtue's name. 
 
 And for a useful mission fit. 
 When suffering calls, he will delight 
 
 To succor, and the oppressed to raise, 
 With the persuasive love of Knight ^^'^ — 
 
 With all the fervor of a Hayes.^^' 
 
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 There's honest Jim : they call him so 
 
 Because he no advantage takes ; 
 And when he speaks, the truth you know ; 
 
 He ne'er a false impression makes. 
 At home — in school — his pleasant face 
 
 Betrays an open, generous heart; 
 The boys delight, in all their plays, 
 
 To see him take an active part. 
 
 Whilst others hack the fence around 
 
 The Quaker Church ,2^- and soil with paint 
 The house and steps, and dig the ground, 
 
 To vex the heart of broad-brim saint, 
 Or stuff the mouth of Tukey's^^^ pump, 
 
 The knocker lift on Greeley's ^^* door; 
 Or at Ma'am Abbot's ^^^ window thump. 
 
 And scamper down the street and roar — 
 
 Or pluck the flowers that sweetly bloom 
 
 Before McLellan's ^^^ pleasant dwelling. 
 The o;olden hours of eve consume 
 
 In uncouth sports and frightful yelling — 
 Or, when a peaceful lad's at play. 
 
 To steal his ball, or cut the string 
 That holds his kite, or tear away 
 
 Whate'er to him will pleasure bring — 
 
 Or stone the hens and chase the ducks, 
 
 And kick at every favorite dog ; 
 Or mount on Baker's^" ponderous trucks, 
 
 And try the heavy wheels to clog ; 
 Or call ill names, and swear and fight, 
 
 And other acts of folly do ; 
 Or in low, wanton deeds delight, 
 
 And baser plans of ill pursue — 
 
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 The honest lad, to everything 
 
 Which is not just and right averse, 
 Strong arguments will often bring, 
 
 And thoughts from moralists rehearse. 
 To prove a reckless vicious course 
 
 AVill never prosper in the end — 
 Of sorrow be a constant source. 
 
 And evil far and wide extend. 
 
 A score of years may pass, and then 
 
 Where shall we find the honest lad ? 
 Among the upright business men, 
 
 Eschewing every action bad. 
 Trusted and honored by his peers. 
 
 With earnest heart and purpose strong, 
 A perfect character he rears, 
 
 The influence protracted long. 
 
 If placed in offices of trust. 
 
 Safely in him all may confide ; 
 Generous to foes — severely just — 
 
 Unbribed by flattery — steeled to pride — 
 And with a zeal alive to Him 
 
 By whose commands his life is ruled — 
 Who would not be the honest eTim, 
 
 To rise a Bakee-^^ or a Goold?^^^ 
 
 As Hamblin's 2®° chaise goes rolling by. 
 
 Boys run and spring behind the team ; 
 " Cut, cut behind ! " is heard the cry, 
 
 Whilst half the children shout and sn-eam. 
 They steal a ride a rod or so, 
 
 When falls the harsh and tingling whip — 
 The drift of which they quickly know. 
 
 And, smarting, back again they slip. 
 
186 SCHOOL IS our. 
 
 The orphan, punctujil in his place, 
 
 And given to no unruly pranks, 
 Is honored by his master, Chase ,^" 
 
 And oft receives his warmest thanks. 
 He studies with unwearied care 
 
 Each golden moment to improve — 
 Not for a laurel wreath to wear, 
 
 Or to secure a tutor's love — 
 
 But to invigorate his powers. 
 
 He in the depths of knowledge dives, 
 And scientific works devours, 
 
 And great the advantage he derives. 
 What's intricate he seeks explained. 
 
 And ne'er evades a knotty theme, 
 And daily feels there's something gained 
 
 Of fundamental use to him. 
 
 His time, when not employed at school, 
 
 Is wasted in no folly's chase ; 
 For him it is a golden rule 
 
 To fill up every moment's space ; 
 And so he's busy with his springs, 
 
 His compass, chisel, or his plane, 
 And not an hour has come but brings 
 
 Its work. No time is spent in vain. 
 
 How much an active mind may do 
 
 To bless the world and save from crime ! 
 Should all with honest heart pursue 
 
 A virtuous course, who in his prime 
 Would sink to ruin ? Not a blight 
 
 Would fall on the parental heart. 
 Graced with the spirit of a Light ,2^2 
 
 A radiant scene w^ould life impart. 
 
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 Jack is the meanest boy about — 
 
 So the good grandames say — and why ? 
 He is deceitful in and out, 
 
 And saucy, treacherous and sly. 
 He wrongs his neighbor when he can, 
 
 And every wicked act conceals ; 
 He troubles many a worthy man. 
 
 Who righteous indignation feels. 
 
 If he surreptitiously should take 
 
 A knife from out the master's drawer, 
 Or carelessly his inkstand break — 
 
 Do any mischief no one saw — 
 He'd bring before his teacher such 
 
 An innocent and placid look. 
 The boy he'd have no heart to touch. 
 
 And think the culprit he mistook. 
 
 In various ways will Jack contrive. 
 
 Whatever damage he has done, 
 Upon his lawless acts to thrive, 
 
 And throw upon some guiltless one 
 The censure of his vicious course, 
 
 That he be punished in his stead, 
 And not betray the least remorse 
 
 That he the school in error led. 
 
 One day he slyly cut his seat : 
 
 The teacher called him to the stage ; 
 But he declared 'twas Josey Treat ; 
 
 On Josey fell the master's rage. 
 A word from Joe he would not hear, 
 
 And to his back the lash applied ; 
 His punishment was more severe. 
 
 Because he thouoht the scholar lied. 
 
188 SCHOOL IS OUT. 
 
 Young Villain looked complacent on, 
 
 And coolly to his desk returned ; 
 None but the sufferer knew, and John, 
 
 The punishment unjustly earned. 
 But Jack despised the humble lad 
 
 Whom he so cruelly disgraced ; 
 Whom his deceit and falsehood had 
 
 In such a false dilemma placed. 
 
 The volumes borrowed, when returned 
 
 Are often torn and badly soiled, 
 And look sometimes if rubbed and burned, 
 
 To hide what had been marked or oiled ; 
 Lines underscored, or leaves turned down, 
 
 As if to approve or to reject ; 
 As only he, the precious clown. 
 
 Could beauties see, or faults detect. 
 
 A fly-leaf with the autograph 
 
 Of some distinguished man, deceased. 
 Is often missed, or left but half; — 
 
 Or it ingeniously is pieced 
 To hide the theft. If he's reproved, 
 
 " 'Twas just as I received the book," 
 He coolly says. " Some one removed 
 
 The name before the work I took." 
 
 With face so innocent and meek, 
 
 To purchase, as the men presume, 
 When there's a sale of books antique, 
 
 He hangs around the auction-room. 
 Alas ! when quite too late they find, 
 
 Without suspecting wily John, 
 That some rare work has been pm'loined, 
 
 Or many a valued plate is gone. 
 
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 If e'er a precious document 
 
 Is by a neighboring child possessed, 
 To get the parclinient he is bent. 
 
 No real Yankee could have o-uessed 
 The various means resorted to 
 
 The musty relic to secure ; 
 A thousand times he'll come and go, 
 
 And many a wintry storm endure, 
 
 The gem that's coveted to gain : 
 
 Nor will he hesitate to lie, 
 And steal, I doubt not, to obtain 
 
 What looks so tempting to his eye. 
 Perhaps some promise he will make, 
 
 A future favor to bestow ; 
 But every promise he will break, 
 
 As all Avho trust him sorely know. 
 
 He'll scratch unseen a scholar's slate. 
 
 His new, clean Avriting-book bedaub, 
 And search the desk of every mate 
 
 To overhaul, destroy or rob. 
 Pencils and paper he'll apply, 
 
 And rubber, to his private use. 
 And every honest child defy. 
 
 And pour out volleys of abuse. 
 
 Especially upon the Aveak, 
 
 The friendless and the destitute. 
 He will his spiteful venom wa-eak, 
 
 As less a human than a brute. 
 Uncouth, destructive, ill-bred child, 
 
 I fear Avhat may become of thee ; 
 Unprincipled, headstrong and wild, 
 
 Methinks a Hornburn ^^^ I can see. 
 
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 He grows to man's estate : what then ? 
 
 Has he in character improved ? 
 How does he stand with honest men ? 
 
 Is he respected, honored, loved? 
 Do all rejoice to take his hand, 
 
 As one whose heart is free from guile ? 
 Does Sorrow at his gateway stand, 
 
 Grateful to feel his pleasant smile ? 
 
 Is Want relieved — Oppression shared — 
 
 By acts of mercy, words of love ? 
 And are no earnest efforts spared 
 
 To bring God's blessing from above ? 
 Do honest men around him flock ? 
 
 His faithful services obtain ? 
 Is he as stable as a rock? 
 
 And free from every vicious stain ? 
 
 "Would it were so. Alas ! alas ! 
 
 The ruin of a thousand hearts, 
 If he could tears and groans amass. 
 
 By use of his envenomed darts. 
 Would be but pastime to his soul — 
 
 The food on which his venom feeds : 
 And with the frenzy of a ghoul, 
 
 He'd gnaw each heart that breaks and bleeds. 
 
 If in his daily round he sees 
 
 A saint particularly^ pure, 
 He falls almost upon his knees ; 
 
 Of one more victim he is sure. 
 By pleasing words and subtle schemes. 
 
 While he the cloven foot conceals. 
 Allures the youth, who little dreams 
 
 A villain to his heart appeals. 
 
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 When at the last the man's entrapped, 
 
 And of his little fortune stripped, 
 Too late he sees the steel that snapped, 
 
 And feels the scorpion lash that whipped. 
 He to the scoundrel vainly cries, 
 
 Who triumphs o'er his victim's fall ; 
 He laughs to see him as he writhes. 
 
 And fills the bleeding heart with gall. 
 
 He apes the scholar, but he steals 
 
 His choicest thoughts, and as his own 
 Produces them ; — sometimes conceals, 
 
 When unobserved and he's alone. 
 Important manuscripts, to use 
 
 For selfish purposes ; and when 
 He is detected, heaps abuse 
 
 Upon the upright citizen. 
 
 'Tis his ambition to appear 
 
 Before the world as wise and learned, 
 And thinks a monument to rear 
 
 As great as Burke or Sumner earned. 
 So oft his name in print is placed. 
 
 As if by some mysterious elf. 
 Which by a little pains is traced 
 
 To his own dear inflated self. 
 
 He oft employs, when it is safe. 
 
 Some trickster, who, for paltry gold. 
 Will men of talents fret and chafe, 
 
 That he may stand out strong and bold, 
 As a defender of the right — 
 
 On whom the gaping crowd may gaze — 
 To whom has been revealed a light 
 
 Commanding universal praise. 
 
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 To men of wealth lie will present 
 
 Some scheme Avhere they can double it, 
 Or really make a large per cent ; 
 
 Sure as they trust him they are bit. 
 A villain so corrupt, you say, 
 
 The law should check. Ay, true ; but know 
 The statute-law he may obey, 
 
 And God's — the higher — overthrow. 
 
 He gives no paper — lends no name 
 
 That's worth a straw ; and thus you sec 
 That men Avho have no legal claim 
 
 ]\Iust stand his base rascality. 
 And while he boasts of his success 
 
 In thus securing confidence, 
 He laughs at those his crimes distress. 
 
 And ridicules their lack of sense. 
 
 He will impoverish, then boast 
 
 Of the keen shrewdness he jiossessed ; 
 Will drive you to despair, almost, 
 
 And deem himself supremely blessed. 
 If to the prison you are led 
 
 For crimes concocted in his soul. 
 To live on husks and mouldy bread. 
 
 He'll calmly in his carriage roll. 
 
 " Knave ! " you exclaim ; but while he owns 
 
 A palace and a golden mint. 
 Unheard are all his victims' groans. 
 
 And fawning men Avill never print 
 His damning deeds. 'Tis gold, gold, gold, 
 
 You know, conceals a thousand crimes, 
 And makes the selfish tyrant bold — 
 
 E'en in these Puritanic times. 
 
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 But such a wretch will sometimes stand 
 
 In seats of honor and of trust ; 
 Among a generous, noble band, 
 
 Who hate deceit, and fraud, and lust, 
 He'll plant himself, and make them think 
 
 He is an aid to them and theirs ; — 
 They fail to see the crimes that link 
 
 And permeate all their affairs. 
 
 He will, perhaps, a club address, 
 
 Who never of his vices heard. 
 And feelingly his thoughts express, 
 
 Till the assembly's deeply stirred. 
 And so they honor him. ]5ut know. 
 
 False one ! the truth will reach thee yet — 
 The light thy deeds of darkness show, 
 
 And God himself in judgment sit. 
 
 The devil's own are they who tread 
 
 On Justice, weeping in the dust, 
 And nets to catch the unwary spread, 
 
 And put in paltry gold their trust — 
 Who love the hypocrite to play. 
 
 And o'er the grave of Mercy dance ; 
 When God shall sweep their props away, 
 
 How sad the soul's inheritance ! 
 
 The time will come, or, soon or late. 
 
 When Pride and Wrong will sink abashed — 
 Drop trembling at the devil's gate, 
 
 And be by savage furies lashed. 
 The time will come Avhen they who now 
 
 Gnaw at the heart mid tears and groans. 
 Will to Remorse in anguish bow, 
 
 While fires leap through their shrivelled bones. 
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194 SCHOOL IS OUT. 
 
 Take Virtue's path, my generous friend, 
 
 Nor follow "with the vicious train ; 
 A youth of sin Avill surely end 
 
 In disappointment, grief and pain. 
 The golden city, seen ahead, 
 
 Is but a gilded, hollow ball ; 
 It has a thousand hearts misled ; 
 
 Be on your guard, or 3'ou will fall. 
 
 When tempted first to do a wrong. 
 
 Resist with all your strength, in spite 
 Of the disdain a sneering throng 
 
 May cast upon you. In the sight 
 Of God you'll stand approved, and feel 
 
 A consciousness of duty done, 
 While in your breast those joys Avill steal 
 
 That make on earth a heaven begun. 
 
 Ah ! who but he that knoAvs can tell 
 
 How hard the tempter to resist ! 
 The inebriates' den the gamblers' hell ., 
 
 Are filled with those who only missed 
 The path to virtue by a step 
 
 In an unguarded hour they took — 
 And so they fell, like the frail nep 
 
 Before the blast, that barely shook 
 
 The tree well rooted in the ground. 
 
 Be steadfast in the right, nor dare 
 A moment's parley, when the sound 
 
 Of music, and the song, prepare 
 The way to crime. Like the brave oak, 
 
 When wild and angry storms career. 
 Stand firm. Your trials may provoke 
 
 To noble deeds. God will appear 
 
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 To strengthen, succor and sustain, 
 
 As in tiie patriarchal age : 
 None ever follow Truth in vain, 
 
 Who war with pride and passion wage. 
 Temptations may with power assail. 
 
 And Malice deal her heaviest blows, 
 But steadfiist Virtue will prevail. 
 
 And triumph o'er the stoutest foes. 
 
 How oft may pride and arrogance, 
 
 Self-will and tyranny uplift 
 A brazen front, and quirk and prance ; 
 
 While piety — God's precious gift — 
 In meek contrition sits apart, 
 
 And sheds unseen the grateful tear. 
 Those may the baser passions start, 
 
 But this brings heaven and angels near. 
 
 O virtuous lad ! I see thee try 
 
 In grace and wisdom to improve ; 
 The golden moments, as they fly, 
 
 Increase thy knowledge and thy love. 
 A pattern thou for all around, 
 
 Whom God delights to smile upon ; 
 Thy stejDS, with heavenly blessing crowned. 
 
 In paths of sweet obedience run. 
 
 Thou wilt, maybe, a Butler ^"^^ stand 
 
 The word of life to spread abroad. 
 And win to seek the heavenly land 
 
 Those Avho have wandered from the Lord ; 
 Or like a Tarbox,^^* eloquent 
 
 To lead the inquiring mind to soar 
 Beyond this vale, and pitch its tent 
 
 Where seraphs worship and adore. 
 
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 A fjiithfiil Sewall,^^^ thou mnyst climb 
 
 Steep, rocky hills — through valleys drive- 
 To rescue from a life of crime, 
 
 Or in the frozen heart revive 
 The spark of grace almost extinct, 
 
 And tench a multitude to rise. 
 Who, to their sensual pleasures linked, 
 
 See not the glories of the skies. 
 
 A Punchard's ^^^ active mind may be 
 
 Now slumbering in thy youthful breast ; — 
 I think his noble heart I see 
 
 In every pleasant thought expressed : 
 Perhaps a Cutter's ^''^ restless soul, 
 
 Panting for heaven and righteousness ; 
 Thy words and actions in control 
 
 Of Him whose smile alone can bless. 
 
 For thy great Master standing up, 
 
 Thou mayst enthuse a thousand hearts. 
 And throw the enlivening beams of hope 
 
 Where Satan thrusts his subtle darts ; 
 With ardent faith to Heaven direct, 
 
 Where burdened Sorrow prayerful looks, 
 With Christian love, eschewing sect, 
 
 With all the fervor of a Brooks. ^"^ 
 
 A faithful minister ! — how rare 
 
 To lind in these degenerate times ! 
 Few arc made meek l)y humble i)rayer. 
 
 Tempted by ease or glittering dimes. 
 The care of a devoted tiock — 
 
 Once Christian duty — is ignored, 
 And angry storms the churches rock. 
 
 Sweet peace ! when wilt thou l)e restored? 
 
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 The pastor's burden oft is this : 
 
 " Increasing hibors — heavy cares " — 
 The weight of Avliich he woukl dismiss ; 
 
 The duty of Iiis office wears 
 Upon his health. He does not see 
 
 That dabbling with unholy things 
 Is the true source whence misery, 
 
 With lassitude and sickness, springs. 
 
 Should he dispense with vile cigars, 
 
 And cease a lightning horse to drive, 
 And shun the talkative mammas, 
 
 Would not his moral nature thrive ? 
 And would he chafe, and fret, and scold 
 
 O'er cumbrous duties and intrio-ue? 
 For services demand more gold — 
 
 A six months' rest, and a colleague ? 
 
 If he is thwarted in his plan, 
 
 Perhaps his indignation falls 
 Upon some earnest Christian man. 
 
 Whom he a meddling brother calls ; 
 And with a zest he spreads abroad 
 
 His grievances at tedious length ; 
 For all opposers he's a rod, 
 
 To lash with all his righteous strength. 
 
 The faithful deacons get their share, 
 
 Who can't endure his silly freaks, 
 Nor justify his careless air. 
 
 When the most solemn truths he speaks. 
 The church's voice he disregards, 
 
 And turns to them a listless ear. 
 Although he knows his course retards 
 
 The reign of Christ, to them so dear. 
 
198 SCHOOL IS OUT. 
 
 Not so would Paul — a pattern safe 
 
 For pulpit Jehus of to-day ; 
 He would not with his deacons chafe, 
 
 But kindly wiu, if they should stray. 
 Nor would he with a pompous air 
 
 The church with arrogance defy, 
 And show a grit that would not care 
 
 To see that church in atoms fly 
 
 Paul ! what a noble pastor he I 
 
 The good of all he daily sought 
 With prayers and tears — and earnestly 
 
 With inward foes and outward fous^ht. 
 He wrote epistles — not to praise 
 
 The beauties of the noble horse ; 
 He lectured — not a sneer to raise, 
 
 Or worldly policy endorse. 
 
 He never spoke to draw a laugh 
 
 At the expense of friend or foe ; 
 Or wrote a stinging paragraph 
 
 To please the sensual, vile or low. 
 He held no deacons up to scorn, 
 
 Tickling the vain and itching ear ; 
 Nor was his cap or cassock worn 
 
 A careless jockey to appear. 
 
 Paul labored not to bring reproach 
 
 Upon the truth — nor on the rights 
 Of friends and neighbors to encroach — 
 
 Enofasrino; in those wordy fiojhts 
 That strife engender, and disturb 
 
 The Christian church. If envy rose, 
 He labored hard the sin to curb, 
 
 And prayed in earnest for his foes. 
 
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 Just picture Paul now, if 3^ou please, 
 
 Such as a moderu saint is seen, 
 While seated on his couch at ease, 
 
 Well clothed and fed, calm and serene, 
 With the last novet in his hand. 
 
 Or some new pictured, flashy sheet. 
 With something sparkling on the stand. 
 
 To clieer his heart and warm his feet. 
 
 Nay, more — surrounded with the fumes 
 
 Extracted from a poisonous weed ; 
 And thus the precious time consumes 
 
 When he a hungry flock should feed. 
 O teacher ! hang your head in shame, 
 
 That you so far from wisdom fall, 
 And desecrate the Christian name, 
 
 When you might be another Paul. 
 
 Counting the pennies he has made 
 
 Among his little mates to-day. 
 By various swaps in way of trade, 
 
 When he can make the changes pay. 
 Sits on the grass, bright active Sim, 
 
 Sharp calculator, like a Brooks ; ^^^ 
 A few more coppers gained by him. 
 
 Give far more pleasure than his books. 
 
 Penurious he is not, nor mean. 
 
 Although he loves to hear the chink 
 Of quarter, dime and pistareen. 
 
 Which shows what he will be, I think. 
 In years to come — a man of wealth — 
 
 And quite important stations fill — 
 Diffusing joys as if by stealth, 
 
 With all the shrewdness of a Hill.^^^ 
 
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 Ungrateful child ! if thou couldst see 
 
 The blessings on thy life conferred, 
 Instead of murmuring, thou wouldst be 
 
 Rejoicing like some happy bird. 
 Thy joys would well spontaneous up, 
 
 And shed a ghidncss all around — 
 Fill to the brim full many a cup, 
 
 Where now the dregs of ill abound. 
 
 To murmur when the Almighty throws 
 
 Ten thousand blessings in thy lap, 
 A mean, rebellious spirit shows. 
 
 At every gentle child to snap, 
 As if thou wert a snarling cur, 
 
 Will make the good th}^ presence fear, 
 And more congenial friends prefer, 
 
 Whose kindly hearts are full of cheer. 
 
 Thou wilt not share the joys of life. 
 
 Companions of the Avise and good. 
 But in the turmoil and the strife 
 
 Feel all the blights of solitude. 
 A crabl)ed temper leads the way 
 
 To all that is severe and base, 
 While not a cheerful, sunny ray 
 
 Is seen on Nature's smiling face. 
 
 Fretful and snarling, thou wilt go 
 
 Amid a world of birds and flowers. 
 Where bright and placid waters flow — 
 
 But these will be unhappy hours. 
 Thy temper, treacherous and morose, 
 
 A constant source of ill will prove ; 
 Make trifles half thy time engross, 
 
 And every sunny thought remove. 
 
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 The true and beautiful, that bring 
 
 Such pleasure to the grateful breast, 
 And make the heart in gladness sing. 
 
 With gentle peace a constant guest, 
 Are to the murmuring but a source 
 
 Of grief that borders on despair, 
 Whose days arc clouded with remorse, 
 
 Or haunted by the imps of care. 
 
 For a sweet simny temper pray. 
 
 And seize life's blessings as they fly ; 
 Permit no genial thought to stray, 
 
 Or dormant in thy bosom lie. 
 In all that seems unlovely, trace 
 
 A hand that is divinely wise ; 
 Read only in each sullen face 
 
 The good that underneath it lies. 
 
 Indulge kind feelings ; lend them wings ; 
 
 A golden tongue to every breeze ; 
 On waste and desert open springs, 
 
 And every favored moment seize 
 To spread a genial spirit round, 
 
 And raise the hearts that sink depressed ; 
 And where thou art love will abound ; 
 
 All be thy friends, and truly blessed. 
 
 Keen, careful, prudent, calm and cool. 
 
 And persevering to the end. 
 Among the children in the school. 
 
 There's not a more devoted friend 
 To truth, to justice and to right, 
 
 Than honest llufus. All that's low 
 Or mean, he Avill condemn, in spite 
 
 Of ridicule, or scorn, or blow. 
 
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 He stands up firmly when a wrong 
 
 Is done to a poor trembling child, 
 And speaks in language loud and strong 
 
 To him who censured or reviled, 
 And makes his coward spirit quail 
 
 Before the scorching words of truth ; 
 The wretch will ne'er again assail 
 
 A modest, unassuming youth. 
 
 If in the future we shall see 
 
 Rise to the stature of a man. 
 The noble boy, what will he be? 
 
 The friend of the wild African, 
 The Hindoo, Caffre, and the slave. 
 
 For every fettered, ignorant one, 
 He'll labor to redeem and save. 
 
 With all the zeal of Anderson. ^•'^ 
 
 Dear lad, remember words profime, 
 
 And words impure, have no defence, 
 And prurient thoughts no credit gain. 
 
 But show a lack of common sense. 
 I turn away with deep disgust. 
 
 Whene'er I hear a foul remark ; 
 I would not dare my life to trust 
 
 With the profane, when it is dark. 
 
 I shun him as I would a thing 
 
 That horribly my peace annoys — 
 As some polluted, sluggish spring. 
 
 That poison breeds and life destroys. 
 The atmosphere, with the vile breath 
 
 Impregnated, if but inhaled, 
 Infects the soul Avith moral death ; 
 
 A drus: it is that never failed. 
 
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 Vile language bliists the crown of years, 
 When man is trembling on the tomb. 
 
 how distressing age appears, 
 
 When low, polluting thoughts consume 
 The closing moments ! — when disease 
 
 Upon the Avretched creature preys ! 
 And guilt, and pain, and horror seize. 
 
 And Justice weeps while Death delays ! 
 
 Resolve, my lad, that you will ne'er 
 
 Language profane or low repeat — 
 That friend or foe shall never hear, 
 
 Mid social scenes or passion's heat, 
 A word expressed that will oHend 
 
 A truly uncorrupted taste — 
 A thought that will the bosom rend 
 
 Of the refiued — the pure and chaste. 
 
 1 pray you from those practices 
 
 That men degrade, to keep aloof; 
 Whate'er to friends offensive is, 
 
 Strictly avoid, and give them prool 
 Of your sincerity and love, 
 
 By doing what is just and right, 
 And men of honor Avill approve, 
 
 And in your presence take delight. 
 
 How impolite the man I see, 
 
 Who smokes along the public street — 
 Poisons the air God made to be 
 
 Exhilarating, pure and sweet. 
 He'll walk before you and behind, 
 
 And for dear life will puff away ; 
 To every sense of honor blind. 
 
 He thus annoys you day by day. 
 
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 Ask him to leave the crowded street, 
 
 Or throw his filthy pipe aside, 
 He'll bristle with an angry heat, 
 
 And then insult yon. If you ride 
 In hope to get fresh air, and see 
 
 Nature in bloom, how 'twill provoke. 
 To find around yon two or three 
 
 Filling the atmosphere with smoke ! 
 
 And 'tis in vain to plead with such — 
 
 They have no sense of moral right ; 
 A tender spot 3'ou only touch. 
 
 And as you do not wish to fight 
 With angry words, you suffer long. 
 
 And catch a sweet breeze when you can ; 
 You feel such suffering makes you strong — 
 
 In one sense — not a healthy man. 
 
 Well — puff away the filthy w^eed. 
 
 And cast the nauseous juice around — 
 Poison the air — distempers breed. 
 
 And filthy make the pleasant ground ; 
 But I, taught in a better school, 
 
 Eujoy fresh earth and wholesome airs ; 
 Heaven will decide who is the fool. 
 
 And who life's real blessing shares. 
 
 Upon a work of love intent, 
 
 Soon as his class has been dismissed — 
 As if by some strong influence sent 
 
 He finds not easy to resist — 
 Kind llufus seeks the humble cot. 
 
 Where hearts once briii^ht are lani»:uishing, 
 And strives to cheer the loAvly lot 
 
 By varied blessings he will bring. 
 
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 Ah ! many a burden he'll remove ; 
 
 Decaying health and strength restore ; 
 An antidote to sorrow prove ; 
 
 Will open throw sweet Pleasure's door ; 
 While heavenward scores of voices rise 
 
 In thanks for favors he bestows. 
 Wouldst thou do good ? — for God be wise ? 
 
 Walk in the path that Tukey"^ chose. 
 
 I can but love thee, happy one, 
 
 Sincere, upright, and just: all low, 
 Mean, sordid actions thou wilt shun, 
 
 And daily in true wisdom grow : 
 Thy generous heart will not betray 
 
 The least emotion to fullil 
 A selfish end, in trade or play. 
 
 Nor virtue's warm affections chill. 
 
 To win a credit or a prize — 
 
 The master's favor to obtain — 
 Or on the fall of others rise. 
 
 Regardless of inflicting pain — 
 Thou wilt not move an inch aside 
 
 From truth and duty. Every day 
 With Justice shall thy heart abide. 
 
 And God's sweet smile will be thy stay. 
 
 If e'er a friend should perpetrate 
 
 Upon his mate a trifling fraud, 
 Or any false position state. 
 
 To spread a slanderous tale abroad — 
 Quick as a flash thy honest heart 
 
 The evil consequence Avill see, 
 And on a noble mission start, 
 
 To shield and save from injury. 
 
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 To see that error may not spread, 
 
 Or pride and avarice extend, 
 But that meek virtue in their stead 
 
 ]May Avith its heavenly fruits descend, 
 Will be thy aim, and constantly 
 
 In paths of truth thy feet ^vill stand ; 
 Where'er thou art, the world will see 
 
 True love and charity expand. 
 
 Integrity like thine will bring 
 
 A rich reward in future years. 
 And make thy happy heart to sing, 
 
 While everything around endears ; 
 And if e'er chilling storms should lower, 
 
 And dark Misfortune trip thy heel. 
 Strict rectitude awaits the hour 
 
 When nobl}^ thou wilt rise — a Neal. "^ 
 
 The tears roll down sad Heber's cheek — 
 
 His heart is full of grief to-day ; 
 Go tenderly to him and speak. 
 
 And softly w^ipe the tears awa3^ 
 His loving mother breathed her last 
 
 Just as the evening sun declined ; 
 He weeps while thinking on the past — 
 
 O be to him a brother kind ! 
 
 Your own dear mother ! what if she 
 
 A^'^erc taken from your warm embrace ? 
 What if the smiles you could not see. 
 
 That now light up her cheerful face? 
 What if her voice you could not hear. 
 
 Nor feel her kind attentive care ? 
 O would not that kind friend be dear, 
 
 Who should in your affliction share ? 
 
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 So pity him who weejDS to-day, 
 
 And sits in loneliness apart, 
 And soothe and comfort, if you may, 
 
 The burdened but yet grateful heart. 
 Approach him with a pitying tear. 
 
 And sympathetic press his hand ; 
 O speak to him those words of cheer 
 
 That love and tenderness command. 
 
 Be not a drone, my lad, I pray, 
 
 Slowly to drag yourself along ; 
 Be active on your joyous way, 
 
 With energy and virtue strong. 
 Don't lag as if upon your arm 
 
 A ponderous chain of steel were hung, 
 Or tremble, fearful least some harm 
 
 Befiill you or a slanderer's tongue 
 
 Your zeal for God and truth abuse ; — 
 
 But move ahead with right good cheer, 
 Whatever be the path you choose ; 
 
 And they who see the heart sincere, 
 Although 3'our enemies at first. 
 
 Will soon be conquered and be won, 
 And in that judgment kindly trust 
 
 Which they affected once to shun. 
 
 You'll rise the honored citizen, 
 
 Exert an influence far and wide. 
 And be among the foremost men 
 
 In virtue's ways — to bless and guide. 
 Your soul for righteousness may pant — 
 
 The glory of a brighter age — 
 And with the zeal of Sturdivant,^''^ 
 
 War with the friends of Bacchus wage. 
 
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 Perhaps you'll live to meet the dawn 
 
 Of that bright day which ushers iu 
 The reign of truth — with hate withdrawn, 
 
 Pride, lust, and every form of sin ; 
 When love and joy shall fill the breast, 
 
 And gentle peace in triumph reign. 
 And every soul find perfect rest, 
 
 Amid a bright angelic train. 
 
 Erect, commanding, quick in speech. 
 
 Ready to reason, plead, suggest, 
 Or on life's varied follies preach — 
 
 With virtue and with learning blest — 
 Some high position Will may take, 
 
 And rule and govern other minds ; 
 Perhaps some chain of caste may break 
 
 Tliat now the soul in thraldom l)inds. 
 
 He may the exalted virtues sing 
 
 Of Him, our Surety, who died 
 For guilty man — the source and spring 
 
 Of peace and joy — and whom beside 
 From death there is no one can save ; 
 
 Or in his hand the book divine, 
 A Father's blessing he may crave, 
 
 And with a Patten's '^''^ wisdom shine. 
 
 Patten ! my early friend — to thee 
 
 How much I owe ! When I was young 
 Th}'- words instructed, counselled me ; 
 
 For on thy lip was wisdom hung. 
 The golden stores of lengthened years 
 
 Were treasured in thy generous heart ; 
 And Avith a love that age endears. 
 
 Thou freely didst to me impart. 
 
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 Those seasons bright — forever past — 
 
 Are deeply on my soul impressed ; 
 Where not one thought a shadow cast, 
 
 Or lingered painful in the breast. 
 Thy memory I'll cherish till 
 
 This grateful heart shall cease to beat ; 
 In hope, at last, on Zion's hill 
 
 Thy spirit with the Lord to greet. 
 
 Pert, touchy, self-willed, haughty, sly, 
 
 I do not wonder you have none 
 To meet with you in sympathy, 
 
 Or that the happy children shun 
 Your presence, as an evil thing. 
 
 Your silly talk and foolish ways 
 A cloud upon their spirits bring. 
 
 And throw a damper on their plays. 
 
 O'er all that's bright and beautiful 
 
 Your hateful actions cast a gloom ; 
 They're felt by every boy in school, 
 
 Soon as you reach the cheerful room. 
 That saucy look — that evil eye — 
 
 Those foolish acts which correspond. 
 As if you intellectually, 
 
 Teachers and taught, were far beyond — 
 
 So nauseate them and disgust. 
 
 They turn away with grief and shame, 
 And tolerate, because they must, 
 
 Your presence there. In Virtue's name 
 I pray you to reform, or ere 
 
 Youth's fleeting summers pass, your course 
 Will for a joyless life prepare — 
 
 Of many evils be the source. 
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 Like ]\Iagus you may strut about, 
 
 An independent popinjay, 
 Whom all the good avoid .... without 
 
 A friend to bless yon on yonr way .... 
 With nought but pride and dignity 
 
 To keep your body from the grave — 
 A loathsome lump of misery, 
 
 Detested as a heartless knave. 
 
 At once reform, and nevermore 
 
 Assume those ill-bred, silly airs, 
 That bolt you from the good man's door. 
 
 Life has its pleasures and its cares 
 For every one — but he's a fool — 
 
 Puffed up with pride and empty show — 
 Who thinks that arrogance can rule. 
 
 And in the shade meek virtue throw. 
 
 'Tis inward grace that gives to man 
 
 True dignity — and this alone. 
 Though suffering beneath the ban 
 
 Of poverty, lifts to a throne 
 More glorious than a Caesar won. 
 
 It conquers — not a race or clime — 
 But sin — and while the ages run, 
 
 It stands triumphantly sublime. 
 
 In all his schemes young Tim betrays 
 
 A selfish heart. They call him shrewd ; 
 But his are purely wicked ways. 
 
 And so by Heaven they must be viewed. 
 You cannot trust his actions, nor 
 
 Believe one-half he tells as true ; 
 The honest children shun him, for 
 
 They fear the mischief he may brew. 
 
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 I tremble for the graceless wight — 
 
 I fear the future may reveal 
 A life at variance with the right ; 
 
 If actually he should not steal, 
 Pray tell me is that course the better, 
 
 Which grinds the feeble in the dust? — 
 That would the generous spirit fetter 
 
 For gold to look at, or to rust ? 
 
 He may combine with others to 
 
 The widow wrong — oppress the poor ; 
 Withhold from men the wages due, 
 
 And send starvation to the door. 
 In trying times a heavier price 
 
 He'll put upon his wood and coal, 
 And cause the staff of life to rise. 
 
 If he the market should control. 
 
 He will forestall, if possible, 
 
 Whate'er the laborer consumes — 
 And while his groaning coffers swell. 
 
 To want and suffering he dooms. 
 He has no mercy ; closely shut 
 
 Against the children's piteous cries, 
 He passes by the squalid hut, 
 
 With no soft pity in his eyes. 
 
 He'll wrench from honest poverty 
 
 The orphan's dime — the widow's mite; 
 And when he finds a lunch is free. 
 
 Step in to take a generous bite. 
 At public feasts he's always found. 
 
 And with a hearty zest partakes ; 
 But when the box is passing round. 
 
 Tracks for the door he swiftly makes. 
 
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 When great calamities appear, 
 And test the human heart — alas ! 
 
 The wretch penurious drops no tear ; 
 , But if he can his gold amass 
 
 He'll squeeze Misfortune's soul, or crush 
 Till the last drop of blood is spilt — 
 
 While Satan turns his head to blush 
 To see his archetype in guilt. 
 
 Should he have stores to rent, they will 
 
 Be tenantless upon his hands ; 
 He fails his pledges to fulfill, 
 
 And for a trilling sixpence stands ; 
 And for repairs refuses to 
 
 Advance a copper, when he knows 
 The gutters leak or overflow — 
 
 The wind through many a crevice blows. 
 
 Thus for long years unoccupied 
 
 His wasting tenements remain, 
 While dwellings standing either side, 
 
 Good paying occupants retain. 
 How true, that stinting avarice 
 
 Its darling purpose oft defeats ; — 
 'Tis mercy, full of sunny bliss. 
 
 That grateful songs with love repeats. 
 
 Once he was asked how much he gave 
 
 To clothe the poor and buy them bread ; 
 His answer was more true than brave : 
 
 "'Tis nothing to nobody," he said. 
 Bound up. in self, he never knows 
 
 The luxury of doing good ; 
 Love's fountain in his bosom froze. 
 
 And rich and poor alike are jewed. 
 
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 And when he dies — as die he must — 
 
 Who will lament a miser gone, 
 Who placed in gold his only trust, 
 
 And lived for self, and self alone ? 
 A splendid monument may rise, 
 
 Which wealth has bought — but will it tell 
 Of mansions purchased in the skies? 
 
 Will it redeem a soul from hell ? 
 
 Stern and severe, yet swift to go 
 
 Where Mercy calls or Truth invites. 
 To soothe the heart or succor woe — 
 
 In acts of love the boy delights. 
 Engagements to fultil, he's sure 
 
 To meet companions prompt and early, 
 And the good master's smile secure : 
 
 He'll rise a Cushman,^" or a Gurley."^ 
 
 And he will be remembered long 
 
 By those he taught, and helped to rise — 
 Saved from the dangerous path of wrong, 
 
 And led, rejoicing, to the skies. 
 The influence of a humble soul, 
 
 Imbued with love and grace divine, 
 Will long be felt as time shall roll, 
 
 And brighter with the ages shine. 
 
 All love kind Eddie, for he tries. 
 
 Without pretence or show, to do 
 The best he can : he never lies. 
 
 Whatever course his mates pursue ; 
 He does not court the master's praise, 
 
 Nor would he, for his best esteem, 
 Himself above his schoolmates raise. 
 
 By false pretence or wicked scheme. 
 
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 You find him every day the same — 
 
 At home, in school, or on the street; 
 His temper, never in a flame, 
 
 Is always gentle, calm and sweet. 
 No insult from a vicious cur 
 
 Invites harsh word or angry look ; 
 He rather will that course prefer, 
 
 Which, when insulted, Jesus took. 
 
 A noble man I see him rise, 
 
 An honor in an age of sham ; 
 Discerning, active, generous, wise, 
 
 Amid a rabble host that damn 
 The precepts of the Holy One. 
 
 Firm in the right, he will not swerve, 
 But every mean, low action shun, 
 
 And only truth and justice serve. 
 
 No office rigmarole he craves — 
 
 No honors in a nation's gift ; 
 But every tide of error braves, 
 
 To save from thraldom, and to lift 
 From the low drudgery of sin, 
 
 The deathless soul, and bid it rise, 
 And those immortal chaplets Avin, 
 
 That radiate the golden skies. 
 
 He lives a Christian, and at last 
 
 Serenely falls asleep in peace : 
 His death excites no bugle blast ; 
 
 The world moves on ; no labors cease ; 
 No cannons boom across the plain ; 
 
 No orators his virtues spread ; 
 No muflled drums excite the train 
 
 That bears a Sewall'^'^ to the dead. 
 
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 No poets flash triumpliant song, 
 
 To echo o'er the hills and plams ; 
 No public bodies move to long 
 
 And lofty panegyric strains. 
 His humble virtues are not praised 
 
 In churches or in senate halls, 
 Nor in our daily journals blazed 
 
 With leaded lines and capitals. 
 
 No crape upon the arm is himg ; 
 
 No business ceases in the mart ; 
 No dirges by paid choirs are sung, 
 
 Where all is solemn — but the heart. 
 Few tears are shed. The poor alone .... 
 
 Grief uncontrolled in secret weep ; 
 
 They feel a faithful friend is gone, 
 
 And they will long his virtues keep. 
 
 And where he rests no monument 
 
 Lifts up its high imposing front. 
 On which a fortune has been spent. 
 
 And where the thoughtless crowds are wont 
 To linger, wonder and admire. 
 
 No — tears of real sorrow fall 
 From those who to their homes retire, 
 
 And feel that they have lost their all. 
 
 Such end be mine ; — nay, let me live 
 
 To pay the debt to grace I owe — 
 And smiles and words of kindness give. 
 
 That cheer the heart and stop the flow 
 Of bitter tears ; and when I die 
 
 To leave a name with fragrance sweet ; 
 My requiem, the orphan's sigh ; 
 
 My eulogy, the kind heart's beat. 
 
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 " Here's Withington ! " "^^ — the scholars run 
 
 To buy the verses he has made, 
 Full of rhymed politics and fun — 
 
 And now beneath the poplar shade 
 They sit and read : "What is the matter? 
 
 Sprung is the big official trap, 
 And Eben,^®^ our good friend, the hatter, 
 
 Partakes of governmental pap." 
 
 And so on this theme and on that 
 
 The poet with his rhymes descants ; 
 Some lines are lively — others flat — 
 
 But each the true inflatus wants. 
 They sell — and this is all his care — 
 
 And so rejoicing on he goes, 
 Unmoved if skies be dark or fair — 
 
 If smile his friends or frown his foes. 
 
 I seem to see him on his rounds — 
 
 As erst his cheerful voice I hear — 
 But when the boys annoy him, zounds ! 
 
 How sharp his looks ! — what words severe ! 
 But in a moment he forsfets 
 
 The coarse remark or act unkind, 
 And moves along, but never frets. 
 
 Though few the patrons he may find. 
 
 He passed away ! Ah, nevermore 
 
 The like of him shall we behold ! 
 But children read his verses o'er, 
 
 When his eccentric life is told — 
 And in our youth we live again — 
 
 Enjoy the scenes forever past, 
 And listen to the pleasant strain 
 
 That cheered the old man to the last. 
 
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 Sedate and pleasant, Enoch seems 
 
 To those rough boys superior far, 
 Who plan Ioav, wild and vicious schemes, 
 
 The peace of neighborhoods to mar. 
 He turns away with strong disgust 
 
 From scenes corrupt and evil ways, 
 And puts in Heaven implicit trust, 
 
 And His commands with love obeys. 
 
 Reproach him, censure him, or bring 
 
 The weight of your strong will to bear 
 Against his course — your words may sting, 
 
 But will not move breadth of a hair 
 His step aside, or make him yield 
 
 The point of honor held so dear ; 
 His virtue is a potent shield 
 
 Whene'er temptations are severe. 
 
 Whate'er his future course may be, 
 
 A merchant, lawyer, artizau. 
 Or preacher of the Word, you'll see 
 
 An earnest, upright, honest man — 
 Unbending when a glittering prize 
 
 Is held forth as a bait, to lure 
 The virtuous heart — to endorse the lies 
 
 Of men deceitful or impure. 
 
 Upright he'll stand amid the throng 
 
 Who shout hosannas to the vile — 
 In his integrity so strong, 
 
 The touch of j>:old will not beguile — 
 His noble nature will not move. 
 
 He stands on truth 'tis sacred ground .... 
 
 And angel hosts his course approve. 
 
 And daily all his steps surround. 
 
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 Vain are the efforts to seduce, 
 
 Or blame upon his actions bring; 
 Or flatter him — a tool to use 
 
 To lift Corruption's broken wing. 
 No fflitterini? Ijribe will taint his soul, 
 
 Or force him from the right aside, 
 The freedom of his mind control, 
 
 And o'er his path to influence ride. 
 
 He knows his duty, and he feels 
 
 Accountable for talents lent ; 
 And with designing man he deals, 
 
 Who w^ould the spread of truth prevent. 
 As conscience dictates — while he prays 
 
 For wisdom, that he may not err, 
 As he conflicting thought surveys — 
 
 And his own will to God's prefer. 
 
 A man so just, perhaps may meet 
 
 Reproach from the misjudging throng ; 
 Abuse like angry surges beat. 
 
 And threatening billows leap along ; 
 But firm he stands — and he at last 
 
 A signal triumph shall achieve. 
 As fainter peals the rabble blast. 
 
 And break the nets corrupters weave. 
 
 Ah ! would you as a l)eacon-light 
 
 Stand out before a world of crime. 
 To triumph with the truth and right. 
 
 And make a transient life sublime? 
 Low at the feet of Wisdom wait — 
 
 EschcAV the sins that waste and fret — 
 Like Daveis282 live, or imitate 
 
 The grand example of Fayette. ^^^ 
 
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 "I will not lie," young Harry said, 
 
 " To save from punishment — not I ; 
 I broke the glass ; — I'm not afraid 
 
 To tell the truth. If I deny 
 And throw the blame upon another, 
 
 My conscience will disturb me so, 
 I'd be ashamed to meet my mother. 
 
 And guilty feel where'er I go." 
 
 A noble, Christian lad ! who ne'er 
 
 In act or word or look deceives ; 
 Who in his troubles claims a share 
 
 Whene'er a playmate sorely grieves. 
 In boyish trades he's always sure 
 
 To give each one the pennies due ; 
 Deceptive acts he can't endure, 
 
 Nor words which are not strictly true. 
 
 To gain rewards, or save a blow. 
 
 His honor he'll not sacrifice — 
 Nor with false colors make a show. 
 
 When fraud within his bosom lies. 
 Nor will he, to deprive a mate 
 
 Of gift or pleasure he expects. 
 Make him an anxious moment wait, 
 
 By unwise counsels or neglects. 
 
 Firm in his principles he grows 
 
 To man's estate : you find him where 
 The good have met, and not where flows 
 
 The wine, and men have learned to swear ; 
 Not where the poisonous smoke ascends, 
 
 And filthy pools besmear the floor, 
 And all the conversation tends 
 
 To sink the man and raise the bore. 
 
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 You find him with an honest heart, 
 
 A temperate zeal, a purpose just. 
 Acting in life a steadfast part, 
 
 Whom all men honor, safely trust. 
 On what he states you can rely, 
 
 And feel there's no deception shown ; 
 Whatever article you buy. 
 
 For bread you do not get a stone. 
 
 He'll not allow clerks in his shop 
 
 To practise fraud, as many do — 
 Large berries place upon the top 
 
 With smaller ones the boxes through — 
 Eank butter deal out to the poor. 
 
 Or tainted meats, and flour that's black, 
 And spices mixed, and oils impure. 
 
 Or crockery with a hidden crack. 
 
 He will not, lightly as he can, 
 
 His grain into the measure lay — 
 Nor whisper slyly to his man, 
 
 " Be sure that everything you weigh 
 Will just a trifle turn the scale." 
 
 He feels there is an Eye that sees. 
 And he's upright in every sale, 
 
 That he may not his Lord displease. 
 
 Nor will he, to the injury 
 
 Of one in the same line of trade, 
 False accusations make — but see. 
 
 When slanders to his door are laid, 
 Strict justice done, and with a heart 
 
 Swayed by integrity, defend 
 And take a most ungracious part. 
 
 If he can help a foe or friend. 
 
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 Honored by all, you hear his name 
 
 Upon the lip of truth and love — 
 And e'en the denizens of shame 
 
 His upright, honest course approve. 
 Ask Virtue's sons to tell j^ou where 
 
 True worth and merit you may see ; 
 They point to Cobb^^* and Jordan ^^^ — "There 
 
 Behold men of integrity." 
 
 Perhaps a Moody's ^^ name is spoken ; 
 
 Sincere, devout, and truly wise ; 
 An Adams,^^'' whose self-will was broken 
 
 "When love divine unsealed his eyes ; 
 Their duty from the Word they learned, 
 
 And never from its precepts strayed ; — 
 O, wondrous truths their hearts discerned, 
 
 While all their hopes in heaven were laid. 
 
 A faithful and efficient scribe, 
 
 Keady to go where duty calls, 
 A Duren's^^^ zeal he may imbibe 
 
 In church or seminary halls ; 
 Freel}' his time and money spending 
 
 The weal of others to promote — 
 His hope, Christ, with his peace unending. 
 
 Of every ill the antidote. 
 
 A noble word — Integrity ! — 
 
 Joy of the heart at morn and even ; 
 'Tis a bright star ; O may it be 
 
 Your hope and strength, and lead to heaven ! 
 A firm resolve to do the right — 
 
 A purpose wise — a steadj^ aim — 
 To follow truth with all your might, 
 
 Will gather glory round your name. 
 
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 Integrity ! — a capital 
 
 To all -who start on life's career ; 
 Who honor, love, embrace her, shall 
 
 In times corrupt, devoid of fear, 
 Lift up their heads, unscathed by crime. 
 
 And the whole world with boldness face ; — 
 Like beacon rocks they stand sublime, 
 
 While ocean trembles at their base. 
 
 Frank sits beside the chapel door. 
 
 While his companions play around ; 
 The old Gazette he's looking o'er. 
 
 And now a paragraph has found 
 That interests him .... written by 
 
 The City Glazier : as aloud 
 He reads, the scholars all draw nigh, 
 
 Till he's surrounded by the crowd. 
 
 Well pleased, they hear what Quinct-^^ writes, 
 
 One of the best and kindest men. 
 Who in his words and acts unites 
 
 The Christian with the citizen. 
 If he should be a little queer 
 
 In the remarks he sometimes makes. 
 They know his heart to be sincere. 
 
 And kindly sympathy he wakes. 
 
 Ah ! good old man, we ne'er again 
 
 Shall hear thy voice or meet thy smile ; 
 For such as thou we look in vain. 
 
 Our sober moments to beguile 
 With pleasant histories of the past — 
 
 To help us on in Wisdom's way — 
 That we may Hope's sure anchor cast. 
 
 Where all is peace and cloudless day. 
 
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 We drop a tear to see them foil — 
 
 The patriarchs of olden time — 
 And all the tender scenes recall 
 
 That made their honored lives sublime, 
 And pray that as their forms depart, 
 
 Their mantles on our shoulders rest — 
 That each possess the noble heart 
 
 For God and man, that made them blest. 
 
 Come hither, child ! I love to sit 
 
 Beside thy free and open heart. 
 And feel the tingle of that wit 
 
 Which scintillates, and gives a start 
 To torpid veins. It makes one feel 
 
 Half young again. No language mean, 
 No craven words, unwisely steal 
 
 From heart to lip, severely clean. 
 
 It is a luxury to hear 
 
 The glowing sentences that drop 
 From one so young ; — as if a seer 
 
 Were speaking — full of strength and hope. 
 And yet to thee each pleasant sport 
 
 And game has a peculiar zest, 
 When to the fields the l)oys resort. 
 
 Or leap upon the ocean's breast. 
 
 To manhood's streno^th I see thee s^row — 
 
 I see thy ardent soul engage 
 In noble deeds, with no viiin show, 
 
 Or pride to feed, and earnest wage 
 War with the elements of evil — 
 
 With Vice, where'er he lifts his arm, 
 Though with the malice of a devil 
 
 He would do thee a mortal harm. 
 
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 Strong in the right, I see thee stand 
 
 With Walton's ^^^ courage, to defend 
 God's sacred truth, and through the land 
 
 The messages of wisdom send, 
 That will the inebriate awake. 
 
 His folly and his crime to see, 
 And with the sword of Justice break 
 
 Chains strong as those of slavery. 
 
 "Now for some cakes ! " cried. Josie Brooks, 
 
 As HoRTON ^^^ passed — and off he ran , 
 Throwing aside his tedious books, 
 
 That he might catch the good old man. 
 Ay, good old man ! I see him now 
 
 As when, two score of years ago. 
 With bended form and wrinkled brow, 
 
 He walked the city to and fro. 
 
 He always had a genial smile. 
 
 Or some kind pleasant Avord to say, 
 Though he had travelled many a mile, 
 
 And sold but little through the day. 
 His I'eal wants he felt were few. 
 
 And was contented with his lot. 
 And grateful, every night he knew 
 
 That angels watched aroimd his cot. 
 
 Feeble, infirm, the pilgrim kept 
 
 His round of duties to the last. 
 And sweetly as an infant slept. 
 
 Till all his weary days were past. 
 While leaning on an arm of strength. 
 
 With a warm faith in exercise. 
 The welcome message came at length. 
 
 And called him to the peaceful skies. 
 
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 Willie, high-minded, just and true, 
 
 And kind e'en to a treacherous foe, 
 As Jesus taught he strives to do — 
 
 Leads in the right, if friends should go 
 Astray from duty, and brings back 
 
 The wanderer to a peaceful fold ; 
 The name of many a humble black 
 
 Is in his generous heart enrolled. 
 
 Broad as the world will be his creed 
 
 In years to come. He will not ask 
 His native clime, when man's in need — 
 
 But with the spirit of a Teask,^^^ 
 Lift up his hands and cheer his heart, 
 
 And bless him as an honored guest, 
 And constantly that love impart 
 
 Which richly dwelt in Jesus' breast. 
 
 He will not envy those who rise 
 
 By force of genius — nor betray, 
 In friendship's kind and soft disguise, 
 
 Men whose dear hoj^es he wills to slay ; 
 But with the purest motives speak 
 
 Just as he thinks, and earnestly ; 
 The greatest good of others seek, 
 
 Whate'er their state or color be. 
 
 He'll scorn the labored speeches forced 
 
 Upon the public, when behind 
 A flimsy veil are views endorsed 
 
 That tend to flatter and to blind. 
 And bring reproach on truths most dear 
 
 To every honest Christian heart ; 
 The real object must appear, 
 
 Whatever project men may start. 
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 He'll watch, with a most jealous eye, 
 
 The scheming men on plunder bent ; 
 And all must pass his scrutiny, 
 
 Regardless of petitions sent. 
 Unless a man for office brings 
 
 A character above reproach, 
 He'll not reo-ard or wealth or rinsrs, 
 
 Or to his peers the subject broach. 
 
 True honor and integrity — 
 
 The sterling virtues of the mind, 
 In Rice's ^"^ daily life I see — 
 
 Untarnished all the gems refined. 
 The statesman and the saint unite, 
 
 And glories cluster i"ound his name. 
 And 'tis a nation's proud delight 
 
 To lift him to the mount of fame. 
 
 Who from the crowd will often get, 
 
 And in the shady woods rejoice, 
 Or by the sparkling rivulet 
 
 Sit listening to its music-voice — 
 Who sees in every tiny flower — 
 
 In every blade of glass that springs — 
 The hand of an almighty Power, , 
 
 Whose love each bircl and brooklet sings 
 
 May in the future fellowship 
 
 With Nature hold, where'er he's found ; 
 And songs of joy from heart and lip 
 
 Will through his happy life abound. 
 Perhaps a Muzzey^^* he may prove, 
 
 And wisdom teach from rock and sod, 
 And every obstacle remove 
 
 That bides the wondrous love of God. 
 
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 In every cheerless walk he'll raise 
 
 Flowers to delight and trees to shade, 
 And try to have life's gloomy ways 
 
 With all that's beantifiil inlaid. 
 With varied plants he'll decorate 
 
 The most incongruous, cheerless pile ; — 
 No spot, however desolate. 
 
 But he will make to bud and smile. 
 
 He'll not uproot the glorious trees — 
 
 Despoil them of their Avealth of leaves — 
 Like many a churl who fears disease, 
 
 And thinks a marvel he achieves. 
 When he persuades a worthy mayor 
 
 To cut and prune, and half destroy 
 Elms nurtured Avitli unwearied care — 
 
 Of scores of hearts the pride and joy. 
 
 'Tis his delight to see them grow 
 
 In beauteous symmetry and grace. 
 And wide and high their branches throw. 
 
 His cot would be a gloomy place 
 Without the grateful summer shade, 
 
 Or winter's pleasure, when the winds 
 Pipe through the trees. The music played, 
 
 A constant source of joy he finds. 
 
 He whose lithe limbs are like a roe's. 
 
 And gayly runs o'er hill and sward. 
 May have a word, Avhere'er he goes. 
 
 To speak in favor of his Lord ; 
 While he who chats Avith all he meets, 
 
 And pleasant feeling leaves behind. 
 May in the future grace our streets. 
 
 And joys in rich abundance find. 
 
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 Intensely orthodox e'en noAv, 
 
 And for thy years exact and wise, 
 Child of the bright and sunny brow, 
 
 In grace and wisdom thou wilt rise. 
 Methinks in miniature I see 
 
 A CuMMiNGS, ^^^ zealous for the right - 
 Not satisfied till he shall be 
 
 Proved faithful in his Master's sight. 
 
 A Bradford,^^^ earnest and devout, 
 
 Ambitious only to secure 
 His Makers favor, Avhich Avithout, 
 
 With golden mines he would be poor : 
 Most rigidly he will obey 
 
 What conscience dictates, and avoid 
 Those venial sins that led astray, 
 
 And many a parent's hopes destroyed. 
 
 No selfish end will ever lead 
 
 The humble servant to bestow 
 His charity to clothe or feed ; 
 
 His prayers must with the offering go. 
 His love to God will make him feel 
 
 Dependance on his arm alone — 
 As gently with a neighbor deal 
 
 As if his troubles were his own. 
 
 Ready, he'll go if duty call. 
 
 The humblest brother to assist, 
 When in distress ; and should he fall, 
 
 First place him on his praying list ; 
 Nor cease his eflforts to reclaim, 
 
 And bring him to his dut}^ back ; 
 Or send him, praising Jesus' name, 
 
 Upon a bright and joyous track. 
 
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 Gentle and kind in all his ways, 
 
 And tilled with sympathy for those 
 In humble life, with whom he plays, 
 
 And selfish feeling never knows — 
 The noble youth is loved by all — 
 
 All in his presence take delight ; — 
 Erelong his stirring lines may call 
 
 His country to defend the right. 
 
 When " morning light is breaking," he 
 
 With burning zeal and faith may preach 
 The blessed gospel, or maybe 
 
 Will raise ambassadors to teach 
 The heathen mind the love of God — 
 
 The veil of superstition rend — 
 And in the steps the apostles trod, 
 
 A host of zealous Christians send. 
 
 In glowing nimibers he may tell 
 
 The blessings of a Saviours reign ; 
 Or help himself the song to swell — 
 
 A noble and exalted strain — 
 To honor Him whom angels praise, 
 
 And all the host of heaven adore. 
 He'll prove a Smith ^^^ in coming days. 
 
 Could patriot, Christian ask for more? 
 
 Shrewd calculator, even now 
 
 What may the world expect of thee. 
 When years shall dim thy polished brow, 
 
 And thou art launched on life's broad sea ? 
 Great projects which men dare not try, 
 
 With common minds, may chain thy thought ; 
 Huge obstacles thou wilt defy 
 
 In thy pursuit, and deem them nought. 
 
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 Couterapt and opposition lend 
 
 Divineu energy, and make 
 To thy stern will the mighty bend, 
 
 And mountain barriers reel and break. 
 But firm at last thy feet shall stand 
 
 Upon a basis sure and strong, 
 And that respect and love command 
 
 Which to the great and good belong. 
 
 A Thomas' ^^^ quick and active mind — 
 
 Perhaps a Carpenter's ^^^ — may be 
 Within thy fragile form enshrined. 
 
 Erelong to flash with brilliancy 
 Upon a world inert and dead, 
 
 And startle to new life and power ; 
 And blessings on the millions shed, 
 
 When Fear would crush and Hate devour. 
 
 Thy genius, eagle-eyed, will bring 
 
 Man's slumbering energies in play. 
 And make the wastes and valleys ring 
 
 With joyful cheer. Most glorious day 
 Will rise above the mists and clouds, 
 
 And spread enlivening ha[3e around, 
 While trembling Doubt, which life enshrouds. 
 
 Will fly far from the sacred ground. 
 
 Who loves the truth and strives to please. 
 
 And helps his playmates when he can ; 
 The foe to Avrong — the friend of peace — 
 
 Will yet become a sterling man. 
 Prompt to confess a wrong he may 
 
 Unconsciously commit, he gives 
 His generous impulses full play. 
 
 And in his friends' afiectious lives. 
 
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 He hates deceits aucl treacheries, 
 
 And rio;hteoiis iudio-nation feels 
 Whene'er a vicious youth he sees, 
 
 Who falsely with a schoolmate deals. 
 If by his words he cannot slake 
 
 His mean and cowardly career, 
 And his disgusting habits break, 
 
 His measures may be more severe. 
 
 He quits his company at once — 
 
 With him he'll no commuuion hold : 
 He feels 'tis duty to renounce 
 
 One to the baser passions sold. 
 With kindlier natures to converse, 
 
 Far more congenial to his taste : 
 To virtue what so great a curse 
 
 As actions vile and words unchaste? 
 
 He'll live to bless a coming race, 
 
 To scatter light where'er he goes. 
 Command a high and honored place, 
 
 Stand wdiere a faithfid Kellogg ^°*' rose, 
 And a rich store of knowledge bring, 
 
 From varying creeds the truth to sift, 
 And grateful to their heavenly King, 
 
 A thousand hearts to virtue lift. 
 
 Perhaps he'll be a Huntington,^"' 
 
 To draw to Virtue's sacred shrine 
 Full many a proud and reckless son, 
 
 To own the power of grace divine, 
 And leave behind a precious name — 
 
 A memory that will not die ; 
 His noble deeds, in words of flame, 
 
 Writ on the tablet of the sky. 
 
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 To travel by his Master's side, 
 
 When heedless crowds to error press — 
 To spread his kingdom far and wide, 
 
 And thousands and ten thousands bless — 
 The spirit of a IIemmenway ^"^ 
 
 Will in tlic child of promise live, 
 Whose faith beholds the glorious day 
 
 Of righteousness — when all shall give 
 
 Their time, their talents and their gold, 
 
 Resplendent blessings to advance ; 
 When prejudice, and garments rolled 
 
 In blood — the pomp and circumstance 
 Of hateful war — the horrid rites 
 
 Of superstition, and the dread 
 Of evils pending — feuds and fights — 
 
 And all the crimes that earth o'erspread, 
 
 Shall nevermore disturb the breast ; 
 
 But heavenly peace in triumph reign. 
 And troubled nations feel the rest 
 
 The ages prayed for, but in vain. 
 Dawn speedily, O day most bright ! 
 
 Wake, heart, to hear the angels' song ! 
 The light has capped the mountain height ! 
 
 Hail, glorious day, predicted long ! 
 
 Who early puts his coffers by, 
 
 Clutching the sixpences he earns. 
 And gives no heed when suftcrers cry, . 
 
 And from the hungry orphan turns — 
 Who makes his young companions pay 
 
 For half the comforts he enjoys, 
 And like a felon skulks away 
 
 From generous, free and manly boys — - 
 
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 Will in the future, if lie lives, 
 
 A mean and selfish miser prove, 
 And every dollar he receives, 
 
 More than his friends or honor love ; 
 He'll never lift a generous hand 
 
 In deepest sorrows and reverses ; 
 Perhaps a hroker, he may stand 
 
 The pressure of a thousand curses. 
 
 Not satisfied with common gains. 
 
 He'll murmur often, chafe and fret, 
 Unless the cloud with gold-drops rains, 
 
 And he the lion's share shall get. 
 He will not give his family 
 
 The daily comforts they desire ; 
 For his dear life he cannot see 
 
 Why they to live so much require. 
 
 He'll grind and grind — O terribly ! — 
 
 The faces in his mercy held ; 
 Nor give the poor man rest till he 
 
 The last, last farthing is compelled 
 Into his groaning hoards to throw ; 
 
 Then turns with horrid smile away. 
 O, if there be a hell, I know 
 
 Whom fiends will torment night and* day. 
 
 God pity those misfortune placed 
 
 Within his power ! No heart can tell 
 What griefs and deprivations waste 
 
 Their strength, or tears their eyelids swell I 
 He makes their lives a checkered scene 
 
 Of blighted hopes and painful fears ; 
 Strange that a soul can be so mean 
 
 The voice of conscience never hears ! 
 
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 True geiinine love is never felt 
 
 Within a bosom lined with gold ; — 
 The frozen heart no charm can melt, 
 
 Or wake it from its icy fold. 
 It chills the gentle streams that flow 
 
 To bless mankind and comfort bring ; 
 And none can real pleasure know, 
 
 Where serpents hiss and scorpions sting. 
 
 Heaven never smiles on stingy souls, 
 
 Wedded to sordid passions aye — 
 In whose foul hearts the nests of ghouls .. 
 
 The most abjeeting horrors prey. 
 By man despised — by God forsaken, 
 
 O, wretched is the miser's lot ! 
 As if o'er flames his bones were shaken, 
 
 He cannot find a cooling spot. 
 
 Be generous, if you would enjoy 
 
 God's favor here and evermore ; — 
 In their iucipient state destroy 
 
 The vices at tha heart's deep core. 
 By giving with a liberal hand, 
 
 And with a heart brimful of love ; 
 Difi'use thy blessings o'er the land. 
 
 And purchase real wealth above. 
 
 Another Jackson ^"^ I behold 
 
 In miniature before me stand, 
 With rounded cheeks and locks of gold ; 
 
 I love to take the extended hand — 
 To hear the sweet and charming voice 
 
 Outljursting from a genial soul ; 
 It makes my trembling heart rejoice. 
 
 And over tears I lose control. 
 
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 I know what thou wilt be, my boy, 
 
 When these thy halcyon days are past : 
 The friend of virtue, and the joy 
 
 Of many a soul, that, overcast, 
 Without thy counsel and thy love 
 
 Would sink discouraged and depressed ; 
 Thy words Avill cheer .... thy smiles remove 
 
 The clouds that mantle round the breast. 
 
 Forever happy, thou wilt make 
 
 All who surround thee happy too ; 
 A thousand genial thoughts awake 
 
 By something fresh, and bright, and new. 
 With kind persuasion thou wilt draw 
 
 From error, sin and crime away, 
 And with the blessings Eden saw. 
 
 Fill the glad vision day by day. 
 
 Wherever Sorrow mourning sits — 
 
 Wherever Grief in sackcloth bends — 
 Thy cheerful countenance emits 
 
 A radiance that sweetly blends 
 With words of sympathy "which fall 
 
 Like dew upon the thirsty flowers — 
 And they who mourned rejoice — and all 
 
 Seem in a brighter world than ours. 
 
 Thou wilt not suffer evil thoughts 
 
 Within thy gentle breast to sleep, 
 Nor listen to those vile reports 
 
 That from the tongue of slander creep 
 In sunny households to deceive, 
 
 And every generous impulse crush — 
 Xor truth with fiction subtly weave 
 
 In tales that make the virtuous blush. 
 
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 A golden light, where'er thou art, 
 
 AVill o'er thy daily pathway shine — 
 To flash in many a darkened heart, 
 
 And bless it more than corn and wine. 
 Thy mission everywhere will be 
 
 To soothe the sad the fallen lift 
 
 And make the moral l)lind to see, 
 
 And all jDartake of Virtue's gift. 
 
 HoAv sloAv he walks ! Old Bryant '"* seems 
 
 The Israel of an ancient race, 
 Or like some patriarch seen in dreams, 
 
 With hoary beard and wrinkled face. 
 Bending beneath the weight of years, 
 
 He totters like a feeble child ; 
 The songs of birds he never hears — 
 
 Or tempest beating loud and wild. 
 
 His eyes are dim — he cannot see 
 
 The beauties of the earth and sky ; 
 The children's pleasant smiles — ah me ! 
 
 Are lost to him. He j^asses by. 
 Sometimes unconscious who is near — 
 
 But cheerful and contented when 
 One with a strong voice makes him hear, 
 
 And then he seems a child again. 
 
 O pilgrim lone ! thy days are few — 
 
 Thy fourscore years and one are passed ; 
 The better country to thy view, 
 
 Where all thy brighter hopes are cast, 
 Opens in splendor, and thy heart 
 
 Longs for the peace the grave shall give - 
 When for that Bculah thou wilt start, 
 
 Where God invites and ansi'els live. 
 
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 With wonder all the children gaze 
 
 Upon thy locks as white as snow ; 
 They hear thy voice and cease their plays, 
 
 And to thy humble dwelling go 
 To see thee home. They little think 
 
 That time will blanch their rosy cheeks, 
 And bring them tottering to life's brink, 
 
 While listening as the patriarch speaks. 
 
 Who will not do a wicked thing — 
 
 Not only vv^hen a friend is nigh — 
 But jealous lest a stain it bring 
 
 Upon the cause of purity — 
 Who with a heart alive and true. 
 
 Endeavors, Avheresoc'er he's placed, 
 That line of duty to pursue 
 
 The lino^er of his Maker traced — 
 
 From vice and crime who keeps aloof, 
 
 And shuns the tempter and his snares. 
 Will give through life abundant proof 
 
 That God has heard true earnest prayers. 
 On every noble enterprise 
 
 He'll enter with a Christian zeal — 
 Unlock the treasures of the skies, 
 
 And make the most indifferent feel. 
 
 If in his coffers gold should flow. 
 
 He'll freely scatter it around. 
 And make 'with love the valleys glow — 
 
 And joy o'er all the hills resound ; 
 Dispersing with a liberal hand 
 
 The leaves that health and comfort bring. 
 Till peace shall visit every land. 
 
 And wide the Saviour's praises ring. 
 
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 Sincere, devout, it may be that 
 
 He's destined in his course to fill 
 The chair where once a Mellen ^"^ sat, 
 
 For justice famed, and legal skill. 
 Or with a world of sin in view, 
 
 Estranged from God, and cold and dark- 
 Lost Eden's blessings to renew — 
 
 He may possess the zeal of Clark. ^"^ 
 
 "Who sings so sweetly while he plays — 
 
 Is happy as the golden birds — 
 Whose heart is filled with love and praise. 
 
 And always speaks sweet pleasant words - 
 Who with the face of nature smiles. 
 
 And finds a pleasure everywhere — 
 While every leaf and flower beguiles, 
 
 That lifts in love a silent prayer — 
 
 Who ne'er inflicts an injury 
 
 On brute or insect God has made — 
 In future years I think I see 
 
 To honor rise, without the aid 
 Of wealth or friends. He has within 
 
 A principle that prompts the right. 
 That will the heart to virtue win. 
 
 And joys dispense like rays of light. 
 
 Erelong with Hajilin ^^'^ he may stand 
 
 On Zion's walls, proclaiming peace 
 To lost and erring ones. A band. 
 
 Of zealous men, forgetting ease — 
 The joys of home — his faith may lead 
 
 To heathen shores, to teach the way 
 Of life ; or with the outcast plead. 
 
 And at the bed of sufiering pray. 
 
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 "Where'er his lot is cast, I know 
 
 He'll honor God and truth revere, 
 And to the heedless masses show 
 
 A life of virtue, just, sincere ; 
 Heaven blesses and the world approves. 
 
 Such honor to the man is shown 
 Whose faith has reached the hand that moves 
 
 Ten thousand worlds, in space unknown. 
 
 " There's old Squire Morgan ! " ^"^ Arthur cries, 
 
 As bending neath the weiijht of years, 
 The pilgrim plods along. His eyes 
 
 Are weak and dim, and dull his ears. 
 His cloak for half a century 
 
 Has done him service, with the strap 
 He buttons round. It seems to me 
 
 He always wore the same gray cap. 
 
 He's so peculiar, odd and queer, 
 
 He finds but few associates ; 
 His little chamber, in the rear 
 
 Of Huckler's Row, a neighbor states, 
 Is filled with model pumps and mills 
 
 His ingenuity has made ; 
 And half his drawers are lined with pills — 
 
 He never calls the doctor's aid. 
 
 With all his love of oddity, 
 
 The patriarch has a generous heart, 
 And on the street is always free 
 
 His treasured knowledge to impart. 
 As he the power of want has known, 
 
 His sympathy is with the poor ; 
 Good men he loves, but hates a drone, 
 
 And shuts the sniveller from his door. 
 
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 There's one — tliey call him snobby Tim — 
 
 From authors he will freely quote ; 
 Sometimes 'tis Pope — then Thomson's hymn- 
 
 Anon a line that Shakespeare wrote. 
 He always speaks as if he felt 
 
 Himself superior to his mates — 
 That Wisdom in his bosom dwelt, 
 
 While to the world were closed her gates. 
 
 He'll rise a paragon of pride, 
 
 Inflated to the heart's deep core ; 
 You'd think no other man beside, 
 
 In Church or State, like honors wore. 
 Before a gaping audience 
 
 Such eloquence he will display, 
 As to confound their conmion sense 
 
 Who never heard an ass's bray. 
 
 He'll praise a man of real worth, 
 
 As if he understood him well, 
 And sat familiar at the hearth, 
 
 And, confidential, heard him tell 
 When he conceiv^ed each precious thought. 
 
 And how he shaped and polished it, 
 And every line of genius wrought. 
 
 In mellow verse or sparkling wit. 
 
 He'll name the week — perhaps the hour, 
 
 When Thanatopsis saw the light ; 
 Longfellow wrote The Old Round Tower, 
 
 And Whittier the Wandering Knight ; 
 Their pens and inkhorns he c;in show ; 
 
 The odds and cuds that round them laid ; 
 Tell how the thoughts begun to flow, 
 
 And through the brain and fingers played. 
 
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 The poets oft consulted him ; 
 
 At his suggestion altered much ; 
 He knows just where to add and trim, 
 
 And where to put the golden touch. 
 Defects and beauties he can name, 
 
 With but a glance, as few can do ; 
 Note startling thoughts and what are tame — 
 
 The commonplace — the fresh and new. 
 
 His vast importance he will feel, 
 
 And swell to elephantine size, 
 Severely with the humble deal, 
 
 And laud his favorites to the sides. 
 But when they see his silly pranks, 
 
 And list to his bombastic style, 
 Instead of lifting hearty thanks, 
 
 His audience will only smile. 
 
 He wins, perhaps, the praise of snobs, 
 
 While catering to a morbid taste, 
 And meritorious authors robs ; 
 
 But all his efforts run to waste ; 
 He but consummate folly shows, 
 
 And is the butt of ridicule : 
 A man inflated never knows 
 
 That he's a jackass or a fool. ^ 
 
 " Look ! — see the eagle sailing by ! " 
 
 Spoke Willie. « 'tis a noble bird ! " 
 And as they gazed towards the sky 
 
 A loud report the children heard ; 
 And through the air came tumbling down 
 
 The kingly creature, bleeding, dead : 
 He had been shot by some base clown : 
 
 Curses upon his reckless head ! 
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 Strange that the noble bird should be 
 
 Tlie mark of every idle Avight ! 
 But stranger still, that men should see 
 
 The eagle from his dizzy height 
 Brought down by ruthless hands, and praise 
 
 The miscreant that dealt the blow — 
 And on the dying victim gaze, 
 
 As if he were a mortal foe ! '"^ 
 
 Imperial bird ! I love to see 
 
 Against the sky thy kingly form — 
 As if it were thy pride to be 
 
 Above the cloud — beyond the storm. 
 But indignation deep and strong 
 
 Is kindled in the breast whene'er 
 Thou art struck down. For such a wrons: 
 
 Can prison-bars be too severe ? 
 
 The ash-man, Fernald,3io with his cart 
 
 Stops in the street, while passing by. 
 And kindly speaks — bless his large heart ! - 
 
 To the dear children standing ni^h. 
 As he relates a pleasant tale. 
 
 Or gives to them some good advice, 
 To drink his words they never fail — 
 
 His stories are so fresli and nice. 
 
 The good old man was kind to all. 
 
 And he was socifd, frank and free, 
 And when he made his monthly call. 
 
 His pleasant face all loved to see. 
 But age, with its infirmities, 
 
 Came on apace, his spirit fled, 
 And l)leeding hearts and weeping eyes 
 
 Told of the sorrow for the dead. 
 
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 The noble men of other days — 
 
 Then* memory how dear ! — how dear ! — 
 I love the Christian life to praise 
 
 That alwaj'S shone distinct and clear, 
 That generations coming on 
 
 May their examples imitate, 
 And the same patli of wisdom run 
 
 Which made them wise, and good, and great. 
 
 Always npon a mission bent. 
 
 And never idle, Edwin goes, 
 As if by some kind angel sent. 
 
 Where he can succor human woes. 
 He loves to gather round him boys 
 
 Who never kncAV a parent's care. 
 And tell them of the heavenly joj^s 
 
 Descending on the wings of prayer. 
 
 Whene'er an outcast he can find. 
 
 He labors with unwearied zeal 
 To waken in his dormant mind 
 
 Aspiring hopes, and make him feel 
 Life is not all a shadowy scene. 
 
 With lurking fears and ill beset, 
 But yielding joy and peace serene, 
 
 Where scorn and hate with love are met. 
 
 I see him in the future rise 
 
 A Cutler, *'^ faithful and devout, 
 Enlisting his best energies 
 
 To bring that blessed state about. 
 When zeal for truth and fervent love 
 
 Shall every creed and heart unite, 
 And God's elect together move 
 
 In one grand, glorious path of light. 
 
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 Far different he from selfish Joe, 
 
 Who never felt a generous spark 
 Of sympathy for those in woe — 
 
 Whose paths are lined Avitli shadows dark. 
 He passes by with cold disdain, 
 
 When sorrow should his love engage — 
 Unkindly adds to bitter pain, 
 
 And smites the brow of tremblino^ ao;e. 
 
 I cannot now the future see ; 
 
 I know not what it may reveal ; 
 Perhaps in manhood Joe may l:»e 
 
 Vile and corrupt — perhaps may steal 
 Into the church, Avhere he will pray 
 
 As if his craven heart were pure, 
 And while he points to heaven he may 
 
 Confiding souls to vice allure : 
 
 Or he to office may aspire, 
 
 And trample on inherent rights — 
 With dark revenge the bosom fire. 
 
 Exciting brawls and drunken fights. 
 Unless a power divine appear 
 
 His Avayward passions to control, 
 He'll o'er the hopes to virtue dear 
 
 Contending waves of trouble roll. 
 
 Alive to Mercy's sacred call. 
 
 The noble youth is on the alert 
 To lift the erring when they fall — 
 
 And all his influence to exert 
 The red right arm of crime to check, 
 
 And bring to punishment condign 
 Those who at INIoIocli's call and beck 
 
 Pour freely out the poisonous wine. 
 
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 Shoulder to shoulder he will stand 
 
 With Miner 312 j,^ ^j^^ battle-field, 
 When threatening evils fill the land, 
 
 And not a hair's-breadth will he yield. 
 He knows his duty, and he sees. 
 
 Through faith in God, the victory gained — 
 Prostrate his wily enemies. 
 
 And his eternal truth maintained. 
 
 He knows his duty, come who may 
 
 With bristling sabres, to oppose ; 
 Though half the world stand in array, 
 
 He nobly fights his mighty foes. 
 No truce Avith crime — no compromise — 
 
 When God's own truth is trampled on ; 
 Though earth may quake, and fall the skies, 
 
 He will not yield till victory's won. 
 
 Onward — press onward, men of might! 
 
 The strong right arm Omnipotent 
 Will make you conquer in the fight ; 
 
 The needed help is always sent 
 When fiercely beat the waves of wrong 
 
 At Truth crushed , struggling to arise ; 
 So, men of God, be true, be strong. 
 
 An arm will help you from the skies. 
 
 Degenerate times ! when those who stand 
 
 As sentinels on Zion's walls. 
 Are sometimes but a selfish band ! 
 
 Here money draws — there pleasure calls — 
 Now popularity inflates — 
 
 Anon , a perfect horse entrances ; 
 One at the door of folly waits, 
 
 While each to hus: a sin advances. 
 
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 Yes — 'tis for so much gold they cry ; 
 
 They'll preach, and tickle your desire, 
 And throw their sacred mantles by. 
 
 When from the pulpit they retire. 
 " For God's own glory " they will do 
 
 AVhat common sinners dare oppose ; 
 Will sip their wine, and smoke and chew. 
 
 And then what else ? Heaven only knows. 
 
 If they should feel disposed, they may 
 
 Visit the sick — perhaps attend 
 A fimeral some stormy day. 
 
 Or call upon a stricken friend. 
 They make no pledges .... can't be tied .... 
 
 Must go and come just when they choose ; 
 And fish and himt, and sail and ride. 
 
 E'en though they preach to empty pews. 
 
 Faintly oppose them, they will quit. 
 
 And take another charge elscAvhere, 
 And manifest no little grit 
 
 That to constrain them men will dare. 
 The church they would divide and break. 
 
 By preaching in some neighboring hall ; 
 The crooked sticks they only take. 
 
 And prove a curse to them that's all. 
 
 We love — we love the good old days 
 
 When ministers, once settled, kept 
 Aloof from show and public praise, 
 
 And with the poor afflicted Avept. 
 Ambition did not lead astray 
 
 The shepherd from his faithful flock ; 
 No gilded bait gleamed in the way. 
 
 His peaceful, happy hours to mock. 
 
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 Year in and out he watched and prayed, 
 
 And various means he daily sought 
 The feeblest of his charge to aid, 
 
 And fix on God the wandering thought. 
 When he beheld the moistened eye, 
 
 Or heard the word of love expressed, 
 Or saw his faithful followers try. 
 
 With Christian zeal, to do their best, 
 
 His tender heart would overflow 
 
 With joy and thankfulness. He knew 
 They would in love and wisdom grow, 
 
 And all impure desires subdue, 
 And so prepare for heaven. 'Twas this 
 
 That filled his soul with perfect peace, 
 And gave a foretaste of the bliss 
 
 Which faith discerns ere conflicts cease. 
 
 Such life accords with His who came 
 
 The sad and wretched to restore ; 
 The outcast and the lost to shame. 
 
 And open throw heaven's blissful door. 
 And such was Parkhurst ; "^ humble, meek ; 
 
 To do his Master's will intent ; 
 The breath of prayer, however weak. 
 
 He felt was never vainly spent. 
 
 The example of his spotless life 
 
 Was a rebuke to pride and sin, 
 And often checked the unholy strife 
 
 That reigned without — the lust within. 
 With deep humility he felt 
 
 The need of power divine to stay 
 The arm of evil, and to melt 
 
 The heart that would itself array. 
 
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 In bold defiance of the truth ; — 
 
 And thus he labored, wept and prayed 
 With hardened age and heedless youth ; 
 
 And while he sought the Master's aid, 
 His blameless walk and humble trust, 
 
 Seen by the heedless and perverse, 
 Taught them to shun each darliug lust. 
 
 And God's sweet praises to rehearse. 
 
 Charmed with the glorious scenery, 
 
 By Nature's hand disphwed around — 
 The hills, the woods, the rolling sea. 
 
 The flowers upspringing from the ground - 
 The happy boy a Father sees. 
 
 Whose love his 3'oung aflections won ; 
 In all his arts he strives to please ; 
 
 I see him rise a Wateeston : ^^* 
 
 His heart the seat of generous love, 
 
 Prompting to justice and to right, 
 In whatsoever path he move, 
 
 His sunny heart will make it bright. 
 He'll catch the spirit breathing o'er 
 
 The waving fields and verdant plains, 
 And with the birds his nuisic pour ; 
 
 The precious love of God constrains. 
 
 Frank, for a youth, seems quite profound — 
 
 Discarding simple works, he reads 
 The elder authors, which abound 
 
 With glorious thoughts ; on these he feeds 
 From common books he turns away, 
 
 Written hy stupid authors, who, 
 To vain, ambitious hopes a prey, 
 
 Have whistled ofl" a score or two. 
 
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 He turns from those with deep disgust, 
 
 And not a sentence will peruse ; 
 While Bacon, Locke — men he can trust — 
 
 A noble taste in him infuse. 
 With thoughts that to some purpose burn, 
 
 His inmost soul is deeply stirred ; 
 Thus early he will wisdom earn. 
 
 And rise, at last, the peer of Heaed.^^^ 
 
 Who notes in prose a sentence weak — 
 
 In poetry a halting line — 
 And is a critic sharp, unique — 
 
 That keen-eyed l)oy, with talents fine, 
 Will make his mark ; he yet may stand 
 
 High as a scholar, ripe and keen, 
 And some distinguished post command. 
 
 With gifts that arc but rarely seen. 
 
 Through the whole range of literature 
 
 His active mind may swiftly run, 
 Till he shall write the English pure 
 
 As Irving, Steele, or Addison ; 
 For literary taste he may 
 
 To none the palm of honor yield, 
 And stand at no far distant day. 
 
 With all the honors of a Field. ^^^ 
 
 Yon slender child, and lame withal. 
 
 Yet active and brimful of life. 
 Prompt to attend his master's call. 
 
 Or check the jealousy and strife 
 Of his companions, often rude. 
 
 Who unobserved will steal away 
 Among the trees in solitude. 
 
 To spend the bright half holiday. 
 
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 To study nature, or recline, 
 
 And meritorious works peruse, 
 At no ftir distant day may shine, 
 
 And spread about exalted views, 
 And honor to his country bring ; 
 
 Or that rare eloquence display, 
 That made the Avords of Pkextiss "^^ ring 
 
 From Oregon to Quoddy Bay. 
 
 Ding, dong ! ding, dong ! — the crier's bell ! — 
 
 "A child is lost ! " old Buntin "'* screams ; 
 The dogs are barking — children yell — 
 
 And broken loose all Bedlam seems. 
 Away they fly — the noisy brats — 
 
 Through Back Street, by the Chapel Church, 
 Over the fields, and to the flats — 
 
 And every lane and yard they search. 
 
 Town-crier Buntin ! — good old soul ! 
 
 Though long since dead, I seem to hear. 
 In Irish brogue, the words that roll 
 
 From out his lips. Through many a year, 
 At Fletcher's ^'^ or at Gardner's ^^^ call. 
 
 In heat and cold — in shine and storm — 
 From Burnham's Wharf *^^ to Union Hall,^^^ 
 
 He did his duty well perform. 
 
 The furrowed cheek, long frosty hair. 
 
 And stooping form again I see — 
 The broad-brimmed hat he used to wear, 
 
 And coat that buttoned to the knee — 
 With all the boys who gathered round 
 
 To hear the old man ring and speak. 
 That bell ! — list ! — 'tis the very sound ; 
 
 That voice ! — I know its solemn squeak. 
 
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 Ay, he is gone. The winter's snows 
 
 For many a year have kiin upon 
 His grave. Spring comes and goes. 
 
 Suns rise and set. Th*e children run 
 O'er field and hill. But who, alas ! 
 
 Think of the generations dead? — 
 The multitudes that rise and pass, 
 
 And fall like leaves in autumn shed? 
 
 We're passing all. Of those around 
 
 Who will another season see? 
 In ten years will a score be found? 
 
 Will one in half a century ? 
 Affecting thought ! — life's but a dream, 
 
 A shadow flitting o'er the plain ; 
 To-day immortal we may seem — 
 
 To-morrow brins-s the funeral train. 
 
 For the great future may we live — 
 
 Our actions weigh, our motives try, 
 And give our time our talents give 
 
 To bless the world .... that when we lie 
 Upon the couch to rise no more, 
 
 The peace of God may fill the breast, 
 As his dear hand shall lead us o'er 
 
 The stream of death to endless rest. 
 
 'Tis thus I muse when school is done, 
 
 And on your happy faces gaze, 
 And picture out to every one 
 
 His destiny in coming days. 
 How happy, if you all could be 
 
 Secure from folly, vice and crime, 
 With all your future life as free 
 
 From sin as in your youthful prime. 
 
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 How sweet the thought — this little band, 
 
 Strong panoplied with heavenly grace, 
 Shall heart to heart, and hand to hand, 
 
 Press onward in the Christian race — 
 Devoting all their powers of mind 
 
 To raise the weak — the outcast l)less — 
 And leading where the lost may tind 
 
 Pardon, and peace, and righteousness. 
 
 Do good — be just — in wisdom grow, 
 
 And add to knowledge day by day — 
 And every path you tread below 
 
 To heaven will surely lead the way. 
 And when your fathers fall asleep. 
 
 The thought must cheer the dying bed, 
 Their children Avill their virtues keep, 
 
 xVnd in the walks of wisdom tread. 
 
 Be Faith the star on which you gaze ; 
 
 Let Virtue guide and Wisdom shield. 
 And know that he who God obeys, 
 
 In sharp temptations will not yield. 
 His grace, sufficient to support. 
 
 Will be your comfort and your joy — 
 Direct you to his heavenly court. 
 
 And to the angels' sweet employ. 
 
 We all shall meet, dear children, when 
 
 The pains and cares of life are past, 
 And voice is hushed and dropped the pen, 
 
 And years and days have reached their last. 
 We'll meet again ! O, may we each 
 
 Act well his part for God and truth. 
 And heaven's resplendent mansions reach. 
 
 To flourish in immortal youth. 
 
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 WHILOM I sung of happy boys, 
 Loud shouting when the school was out ; 
 Waking the echoes with their noise, 
 And scattering sunshine all about. 
 O'erfull of life I turn to you, 
 
 • With flashing eyes and playful curls. 
 And hold the future up to view, 
 Bright, beautiful and happy girls ! 
 
 Joyous, I pray, may be your lot. 
 
 Sweet children, when these golden days 
 Mid other scenes shall be forgot ; 
 
 O, may your hearts, attuned to i^raise. 
 Look forward to a glorious home — 
 
 A home of purity and peace. 
 Where blessings shadowed here become 
 
 Realities that never cease. 
 
 So, as I gaze upon your forms, 
 
 And catch the sparkle in your eyes, 
 I will not mar — predicting storms — 
 
 The sunny brightness of your skies. 
 I would to the all-l)ounteous God 
 
 Pray that your future course may be 
 In paths the sainted spirits trod, 
 
 That guide to true felicity. 
 
 Yea, as I look upon you now, 
 
 With pleasant voices, soft and sweet. 
 See playful smiles upon your brow, 
 
 Hear the light tread of nimble feet ; 
 I bring to mind the good and great. 
 
 Who once were sprightly, young and gay, 
 And trust like honors may await 
 
 Each one at no far distant day. 
 
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 The child Avho trembles at the thought 
 
 Of giving pain, by word or look — 
 Whom Christian parents early taught 
 
 The precepts of the Sacred Book — 
 May speak in Jesus' honored name 
 
 In city walks — in cot and hut — 
 And save from sorrow and from shame 
 
 Hearts long from love and kindness shut. 
 
 She who so cheerfully obeys 
 
 Her parents' kind commands, receives 
 Her grateful teacher's warmest praise, 
 
 And ne'er by wanton action grieves 
 Her little mates — but loves them all — 
 
 And labors to be good and kind, 
 Will into few temptations fall, 
 
 And pleasant friends is sure to find. 
 
 And Lucy, darling of the school, 
 
 With flowers to please her little mates — 
 Than her own self less beautiful — 
 
 May open wide the golden gates 
 Of hope and joy, l)efore the sad — 
 
 That poor and rich alike may share 
 Blessings that make the spirit glad — 
 
 Which she will scatter everywhere. 
 
 The studious miss, in sober mood, 
 
 Upon her lessons all intent, 
 May be like Mary, wise and good — 
 
 The mother of a President ; 
 Or with her voice and pen may turn 
 
 Full many a wanderer to the cross, 
 That he the Lamb of God discern. 
 
 And save the soul from future loss. 
 
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 In her whose every act betrays 
 
 A Christian zeal, the life I see 
 Of one who spent her youthful clays 
 
 The superstitious mind to free — 
 A Newell,^^^ consecrating all 
 
 Of life she held most dear, to save 
 From Error's dark delusive thrall, 
 
 Then sinking to an early grave. 
 
 Perhaps that sunny brow conceals 
 
 A spirit angels love to scan — 
 A heart for human woe, that feels 
 
 Alive to help degenerate man ; 
 Or it may teach the pliant mind 
 
 In wisdom's ways with love to grow — 
 That peace to feel — those pleasures find — 
 
 Which from a life of virtue flow. 
 
 Graceful in all thy manners, Nell, 
 
 At home, abroad, in school, at play. 
 It needs no prophet-voice to tell 
 
 The honors that will crowd thy Avay. 
 If life be spared thou wilt be placed 
 
 Among the worthies, great and good. 
 Whose virtues, linked with ease and taste. 
 
 Command a world-wide gratitude. 
 
 I .see in one whose gentle voice 
 
 To soothe and comfort cannot fail — 
 Who in kind acts her time employs — 
 
 The spirit of a Nightingale ; ^^* 
 While in the child who listens long 
 
 To music floating on the wind — 
 To whom each zephyr brings a song — 
 
 Lives the rare genius of a Lind.^^^ 
 
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 Be grieved to bear a word unkind, 
 
 O tender cliild, I know thou wilt; 
 The broken heart be quick to bind, 
 
 And save the conscience from its guilt. 
 Whene'er the wicked passions rise, 
 
 The mild reproof, thy look of love, 
 Will be like soothing melodies. 
 
 All angry feeling to remove. 
 
 Bright active girl, with heart aglow 
 
 To every pleasure in thy reach, 
 Thou hast not seen the vales of woe. 
 
 Nor heard the sermons Want can preach 
 But when the future shall reveal 
 
 Sad scenes of sorrow and distress, 
 Like a sweet angel thou mayst steal 
 
 Beside the dying couch to bless. 
 
 Eliza, with a temper mild, 
 
 A heart as open as the day, 
 I deem thee Virtue's favored child. 
 
 And angel forms will guard thy way ; 
 Sweet innocence upon thy cheek, 
 
 And generous love within thy heart. 
 To all thou wilt with kindness speak, 
 
 And cheering counsel oft impart. 
 
 Thou, favored one, so beautiful, 
 
 And fresh as summer's earliest flower ; 
 Light of thy home — joy of the school — 
 
 The life of evening's tranquil hour — 
 Mayst point, by thy example pure. 
 
 To the red cross on Calvary's side, 
 And make the eternal welfare sure 
 
 Of many a careless son of pride. 
 
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 The child who loves to pray and sing, 
 
 With voice so rich and musical, 
 Makes life an ever-blooming spring ; 
 
 And when the evening curtains fall. 
 And shadows lengthen from the east, 
 
 Angels will round her dwelling wait. 
 And when her mortal life has ceased, 
 
 They'll bear her to a glorious state. 
 
 The miss whose threadbare dress betrays 
 
 The poverty her parents feel, 
 Endeavors in a dozen ways 
 
 Her tattered garments to conceal. 
 They are observed by haughty eyes. 
 
 And unkind words with scorn are said ; 
 Young inexperience is not wise. 
 
 And pride, sometimes, is illy bred. 
 
 Ah ! who can tell what time performs? 
 
 The child of poverty may rise 
 Above the world's severest storms. 
 
 And stand among the great and wise ; 
 While she who treats with cold contempt 
 
 May struggle for the breath of life. 
 With ills of which she never dreamt — 
 
 Perhaps may be a drunkard's wife. 
 
 And thou so gentle, quiet, meek, 
 
 Forgetful of thyself, wilt be 
 The strong supporter of the weak — 
 
 The friend of noble Charity. 
 And generations yet to come 
 
 May speak thy name with tender love — 
 A talisman to heart and home — 
 
 To lead to perfect joys above. 
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 Favored as few can be, my child, 
 
 With rosy lip and lustrous eye, 
 A generous heart and temper mild, 
 
 And face as sunny as the sky — 
 I see thee in the future stand 
 
 Beside a Hajmlin^-® or a Dwight,^" 
 Unfoldins: to a heathen band 
 
 The blessed Gospel's glorious light. 
 
 And thou, Miss Ellen, first to note 
 
 A look unkind, or word severe — 
 And studying alwaj'S to promote 
 
 The welfare of thy mates so dear — 
 Maj'^st be a Latiirop,^^^ to convey 
 
 The truth to many a darkened mind ; 
 Perhaps the noble friend of Fay,^'^^ 
 
 The gallant soldier's wounds to bind. 
 
 Bright Katie, with the radiant brow, 
 
 In virtue's ways so early schooled. 
 May yet become a studious Howe ^^^ — 
 
 Possess the talents of a Gould. ^^^ 
 Her little mate, Avith pleasing form, 
 
 And modest cheek with health aglow. 
 May have a heart devout and warm, 
 
 With all the fervency of Rowe.^^^ 
 
 Tripping so lightly o'er the grass, 
 
 AVith voice of melody that rings — 
 Dear May ! thou seemest, as I pass, 
 
 A being with ethereal wings. 
 Perhaps when other suns have risen, 
 
 Devoted to the spread of truth. 
 Thy voice will cheer some gloomy prison, 
 
 And bless the heart of age and youth. 
 
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 Studious, employing precious time 
 
 lu reading works of merit, where 
 The mind is fed on truths sublime, 
 
 And not on husks, or empty air — 
 "When these bright sunny days are passed, 
 
 And sober womanhood is thine, 
 Thou wilt a circling influence cast. 
 
 And many draw to Virtue's shrine. 
 
 The child so fretful and so pert, 
 
 (How few like her I wish to see !) 
 May be a scold .... perhaps a flirt .... 
 
 Whom none can cherish tenderly ; 
 A wretched outcast she may prove 
 
 Her parents' anguish, who can tell? — 
 Whose heart of stone no love can move — 
 
 A hateful modern Jezebel. 
 
 Brought up in Fashion's giddy maze, 
 
 Fond of the stage and midnight dance, 
 How brief may be thy folly's blaze I 
 
 How sad thy soul's inheritance ! 
 A few short years of splendid ease. 
 
 To dazzle on an inch of time ; 
 Starched rules observed ; no heart to please ; 
 
 Life ends that might have been sublime. 
 
 With homespun gown and brown calash, 
 
 But neat in her apparel, eTane 
 Will ne'er her loving friends abash. 
 
 Or cause the heart a moment's pain. 
 Her great ambition is to be 
 
 Faithful, and honest, and sincere ; 
 That pride, and hate, and jealousy, 
 
 May never in her life appear. 
 
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 The child, with bright carnation cheek, 
 
 So gently brushing off the dew, 
 May cheer the sad and raise the weak, 
 
 And nameless acts of kindness do — 
 To huts and dungeons fly to bless, 
 
 And wake to love and rouse to hope, 
 And lead in paths of righteousness 
 
 The thousands who in darkness grope. 
 
 And she who speaks in gentle tones 
 
 To check extravagance in dress. 
 And every hasty word bemoans 
 
 Her mates so heedlessly express — 
 May teach a poor unlettered race 
 
 In humble prayer to bow the kuee, 
 Or fill in coming years the jjlace 
 
 Vacated by a Sigoukney.^^^ 
 
 Sweet Mary, with the laughing eye, 
 
 And Sarah, with the auburn hair — 
 May you not, like the sisters Fry,^^* 
 
 The sufferings of the poor to share, 
 Visit the dark and cheerless hut. 
 
 And press the brow and kindly speak 
 To scores, from life's sweet blessings shut, 
 
 Haggard and pale — from suffering weak? 
 
 Who speaks no ill — who tells no tales 
 
 Of her young friends — in school or out ; 
 But labors with them, and prevails 
 
 In checking lies that fly about — 
 Will, as she older grows, secure 
 
 The approbation and the love 
 Of all the good .... and I am sure 
 
 Her name will brightly shine above. 
 
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 Thou who with wmning lovelmess 
 
 Hast gathered friends about thy heart, 
 AYho linger in thy ways to Ijless, 
 
 And benedictive prayers impart — 
 O, wilt thou tlius as lovely prove 
 
 When cares increase and youth is fled? 
 Wilt thou around as graceful move, 
 
 And be as warmly cherished ? 
 
 Will rich and poor alike bestow 
 
 Their blessings on thee ? Will they be 
 As ready their esteem to show, 
 
 From servile pride and flattery free ? 
 If in thy heart the graces reign, 
 
 And love divine has made thee blest, 
 Thy friends will be a numerous train, 
 
 And Christ himself will be thy guest. 
 
 And thee, O generous to a fault. 
 
 Kind every day and more than kind, 
 Too highly I cannot exalt. 
 
 When in the group but few I find 
 With heart as true, devout and just ; 
 
 With no deceit in voice or eye ; 
 Shall I compare thee? — yes, I must — 
 
 To her who saw the Saviour die ? 
 
 Elizabeth, so sharp and bright. 
 
 With genial smiles and glowing cheek. 
 Who alwaj^s sees a ray of light 
 
 From every cloud of sorrow streak ; 
 Who loves her friends most tenderly. 
 
 And draws them to her Avarm embrace, 
 A Christian pattern yet may be, 
 
 With all the kindness of a Grace. ^^^ 
 
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 And she who pUicks the earliest flowers, 
 
 Who carols with the birds of song, 
 And looks delighted at the showers 
 
 That beat their music all along 
 The mountain's base — the valley's green — 
 
 To please and bless will never fail ; 
 A happy youth — a life serene ; 
 
 Will be an Oakes Smith **^ or a Hale.'" 
 
 So full of frolic and of fun — 
 
 Light-hearted, buoyant, gay — dear child, 
 I love to see thee graceful run 
 
 With all life's freedom — ardent, wild; 
 No cloud contracts thy brow ; no care 
 
 Has shut the sunshine from thy breast ; 
 No grief is mingled with the prayer, 
 
 When sinking to thy peaceful rest. 
 
 The future be as bright, I pray, 
 
 With friends devoted and sincere. 
 To gather round thee day by day. 
 
 As one they love and cherish — dear 
 As their own selves. And when at last 
 
 The shadows fall and suns decline, 
 Mayst thou heaven's glories antepast, 
 
 Encircled by a light divine. 
 
 Pleased with the golden flower she holds 
 
 Beneath her playmate's dimpled chin — 
 The timid bird she fondly folds 
 
 Upon her bosom, Catherine, 
 So kind and gentle, will become 
 
 The favorite wheresoe'cr she goes : 
 The chosen guide .... the light of home .... 
 
 A radiance all around she throws. 
 
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 No friend will look to her in vain, 
 
 With tears of sorrow trickling down ; 
 To soothe the sadness, ease the pain, 
 
 With golden words the acts to crown, 
 Will be her mission day by day. 
 
 Guided by wisdom, faith and love ; 
 So thousands she Avill show the way 
 
 From darkness here to light above. 
 
 Belle, with a fine poetic taste, 
 
 Converses with the birds and flowers — 
 Or gayly skips o'er wold and waste. 
 
 To catch the grateful, sunny showers. 
 There's music in the rivulet, 
 
 And beauty in the glittering sand — 
 And when the mount and cloud have met, 
 
 A scene magnificently grand. 
 
 She'll watch the sun creep up the trees, 
 
 Among the twinkling leaves at play, 
 And listen to the evening breeze 
 
 That sighs the pleasant hours away. 
 All nature has a charm for her. 
 
 And every hour its rare delight ; 
 She will the open sky prefer 
 
 To halls of Fashion, dazzling bright. 
 
 Proud, haughty miss ! — I cannot bear 
 
 To see that scornful look of thine — 
 That silly, self-important air — 
 
 As if some being half divine 
 Was thy progenitor. Look back, 
 
 I pray, a score or two of years, 
 When thy forefather drove a hack, 
 
 And dwelt in poverty and tears — 
 
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 And thy grandmother felt no shame 
 
 In standing by the spinning-jenny, 
 In homespun dress, when neighbors came, 
 
 That she might earn an honest penny ; 
 Look back, I pray, and check thy pride, 
 
 And let thy actions henceforth prove 
 That grace shall in thy heart abide, 
 
 And change thy haughtiness to love. 
 
 The little miss, ^vho sometimes tells 
 
 Of things Avhicli never should be told, 
 And frequently a story swells 
 
 Till it increases twentyfold. 
 Must have a care, or she will make 
 
 Mischief among her gentle mates. 
 And many a pleasant friendship break : 
 
 A tattlino; tonsfue ill-will creates. 
 
 O, who can tell the injury done — 
 
 The sorrow and distress produced — 
 By some mistaken, thoughtless one, 
 
 Where confidence has been abused? 
 So guard against a telltale lip. 
 
 And never idle words repeat, 
 Lest you allow your tongue to slip. 
 
 And poison life that else w^ere sweet. 
 
 A look of scorn — an evil eye — 
 
 Which in that little child I see, 
 Make me desire to pass her by 
 
 For sunnj'-faced humility. 
 What will she be, when future suns 
 
 Their evening shadows round her cast? 
 Like the unsheltered homeless ones, 
 
 Contendinof with the ruthless blast? 
 
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 Will not the early friends forsake 
 
 One who is helpless and forlorn? 
 While she, as if her heart would break, 
 
 Laments the day that she was born ? 
 'Tis pride best friends will alienate. 
 
 While words of love and kindness gain 
 Respect from all the good and great. 
 
 And make the heart of youth remain. 
 
 O smother, if you feel a flame 
 
 Of haughty pride. Eemember 'tis 
 The bane of peace, and brings to shame, 
 
 And is a foe to real bliss. 
 Wide, wide extend an influence kiud, 
 
 And with the lowliest sj'mpathize. 
 And friends 3"ou will be sure to hud, 
 
 Judicious, faithful, generous, wise. 
 
 Miss Ann, so careful when to speak, 
 
 If once should err an absent friend — 
 Who will with words of kindness seek 
 
 To palliate or to defend — 
 May rise with an exalted grace, 
 
 And the respect and love secure 
 Of noble souls, in every place. 
 
 And be a Peentiss^^^ or a More.^^^ 
 
 While she who strives to magnify. 
 
 And make a trifliug fault appear 
 An awful crime, will sometimes lie. 
 
 And bring contempt and pain severe 
 To many a kind, confiding heart — 
 
 And make herself a hateful thing, 
 Whom none can love — from whom all start 
 
 As from a serpent's fatal sting. 
 
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 The child who never knew the care 
 
 Of a kind mother's watchful love — 
 But led by faith to fold in prayer 
 
 Her upraised hands, and seek above 
 The favors God alone bestows — 
 
 Now cast aside by wealth and rank, 
 And slighted or despised by those 
 
 Who never felt the Lord to thank 
 
 For all the blessings they receive — 
 
 May yet in early life become 
 The village favorite, and weave 
 
 A fadeless chaplet round a home 
 Made ever cheerful, warm and bright. 
 
 Through all the changing scenes of time 
 At last to stand enrobed with light. 
 
 Among the saints in joys sublime. 
 
 Ah ! radiant with a heavenly glow, 
 
 And step as buoyant as the air, 
 Thy happy spirit ne'er will know 
 
 The burden of a selfish prayer. 
 Sweet child of hope ! how dear to thee 
 
 The kind attention of thy mates ! 
 And every pleasant look will ho 
 
 A joy thy bounding heart elates ! 
 
 O, many a future day will bring 
 
 Exceeding peace to weary hearts, 
 Who from life's burdens rise and sing 
 
 The strength thy sympathy imparts. 
 Around thy home good angels dwell, 
 
 And on thy daily steps attend ; 
 How sweet the grateful notes that swell, 
 
 And with thy songs of gladness blend ! 
 
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 Louise, by long indulgence taught 
 
 To pertly speak, and forward press 
 In crowded halls .... whose cherished thought, 
 
 In gay and costly garb to dress, 
 Engrosses half her time — may be, 
 
 When she becomes a woman grown. 
 Proud, foolish Fashion's devotee, 
 
 To be despised where'er she's known. 
 
 Her mother, fostering in her breast 
 
 Desire to make a rare display, 
 Knows not that she invites a guest 
 
 To torture at some future day — 
 And so she every care bestows, 
 
 To make her saucy, pert and proud'; 
 In church or hall — where'er she goes — 
 
 The child's displayed amid the crowd. 
 
 Young Bess, who every moment steals 
 
 To read the flashy novelette, 
 And mostly loves the tale that deals 
 
 With personages never met ; 
 Couched in high-sounding, bombast style. 
 
 As senseless as the idiot's brain. 
 And weak and silly as 'tis vile — 
 
 Will ne'er to woman's rank attain. 
 
 It dwarfs the intellectual powers 
 
 To feed upon the nauseous stuff, 
 That sickens all the summer hours. 
 
 O, shall we never have enough 
 Of bloody conflicts — hellish plots — 
 
 Indecent pictures — putrid sheets — 
 To homes of virtue fearful blots — 
 
 Forever hawked about our streets? 
 
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 Obedient to her teacher's Avord, 
 
 'Tis daily Sue's delight to please .... 
 Her voice, in anger never heard, 
 
 Is full of sweetest melodies. 
 So she is happy, and she makes 
 
 Sunshine and love where'er she goes ; 
 Her heart the song of gladness Avakes, 
 
 And with exuberant j 03'- o'erflows. 
 
 If e'er a little playmate grieves 
 
 O'er trifling loss, to her severe, 
 Her social friends she quickly leaves, 
 
 To drop the sympathetic tear. 
 She speaks in love and tenderness, 
 
 And half the sorrowing burden l)ears ; 
 Her angel heart is sure to bless — 
 
 And then — O what a joy is theirs ! 
 
 And here comes Jane, as sweet a child 
 
 As I have found amid the throng ; 
 The bright blue skies have never smiled 
 
 On one more artless — and her song, 
 Kich as a bird's, melts on the ear 
 
 With a delicious, heavenly strain; 
 For her there is a bright career — 
 
 Perhaps a life without a stain. 
 
 How freely she reciprocates 
 
 The kind attentions of her friends ! 
 To change to love the heart that hates, 
 
 O, many a weary hour she spends ! 
 To be aftectionate and kind 
 
 To all around her seems to bo 
 The sum of life. In her all find 
 
 Religion a reality. 
 
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 "I pity him ! " bright Sarah spoke, 
 
 As passed a lame child poorly clad ; 
 Not grudgingly her purse-strings broke ; 
 
 She gave a dime — 'twas all she had — 
 And then she tripped rejoicing on 
 
 To join her pleasant friends and play ; 
 She looked behind .... the lad was gone .... 
 
 But she was happy all the day. 
 
 A fairy child ! — where suffering, 
 
 And poverty, and sorrow meet, 
 She flies as on a seraph's wing, 
 
 The poor and friendless ones to greet. 
 Favored of Heaven ! O couldst thou know 
 
 The pleasure thy sweet presence gives, 
 In squalid huts — in vales of woe — 
 
 Where many a suffering outcast lives — 
 
 For very joy thy heart would bound. 
 
 And daily on its mission start, 
 Where sorrow dwells, and crime is found. 
 
 And every grace with love impart. 
 Touched with the spirit of thy Lord, 
 
 Homes darkened by disease or sin 
 Will be to light and health restored, 
 
 Blest with content and peace within. 
 
 Fettered in thought and limb, the slave 
 
 Will leap rejoicing when he hears 
 The earnest voice, that pleads to save. 
 
 Fall on his quick attentive ears, 
 And daily to his task will go 
 
 With strengthened hope, that soon will cease 
 The tyrants' power — Avhen all shall know 
 
 The joys of freedom, home and peace. 
 
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 Thy name among the favored few 
 
 In glory himinous will stand, 
 Eecorded with the just and true 
 
 Of every tri])e — from every land — 
 When God shall summon to the skies, 
 
 And man's eternal state shall fix ; — 
 It will be read with glad surprise 
 
 Beside a Thomas ^^^ and a Dix.^*^ 
 
 Fault-finding miss, who cannot see 
 
 Aught in a schoolmate to approve, 
 But steps aside contemptuously 
 
 From the sincere and tender love 
 In pleasant children manifest. 
 
 And the defects of nature sees. 
 To fill with pain the happy breast, 
 
 And never speaks a word to please — 
 
 Who with suspicious feelings turns 
 
 Away from goodness smiling roimd. 
 While hatred in her bosom burns, 
 
 And all disturbing thoughts are found — 
 Will in the future, unless checked 
 
 By Christian nurture, stand aside. 
 With all her golden prospects wrecked — 
 
 A prey to grief the scorn of pride — 
 
 Perhaps with bold demeanor she 
 
 Before a noisy audience. 
 Exalting infidelity. 
 
 May laud the man of "Common Sense," 
 Who lived to propagate a lie. 
 
 And died degraded to the brutes ; 
 Whose ribald works of blasphemy 
 
 Are but of vice the bitter fruits. 
 
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 Exponent of the principles 
 
 Of women lost to pride and shame — 
 Whose homes are made like little hells, 
 
 Where rattling tongues and looks inflame 
 The baser passions — headstrong, wild — 
 
 She may destroy the peace of scores, 
 And lead to ruin many a child, 
 
 And close forever Mercy's doors. 
 
 What is the gain when virtue's lost? 
 
 Once happy homes made desolate? 
 And on a treacherous ocean tost. 
 
 All look for help to blinded Fate? 
 And what security at last, 
 
 That peace will shield the soul distressed? 
 When meek Religion, basely cast. 
 
 Flies from the agonizing jjreast ? 
 
 xVh ! they who clog the immortal mind, 
 
 That would the grace of God adore — 
 With dire chimeras strive to find 
 
 What will primeval bliss restore — 
 Who loud and wide eternal rinu; 
 
 Their mystic follies through the land. 
 And poisop every healthful spring 
 
 That gushes up by Heaven's command — 
 
 To mankind prove the greatest evils 
 
 That ever cursed this world of ours : 
 The efforts of a thousand devils, 
 
 Put forth with base malignant powers. 
 Would human nature less degrade. 
 
 And f'dY less misery produce. 
 Than vice upheld by woman's aid. 
 
 From bitter tongues in wrath let loose. 
 
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 Of her who loves the Bible well, 
 
 And reads its pages o'er and o'er, 
 1 have no fears. She will not tell 
 
 A tale untrue, or speak before 
 She well considers in her heart 
 
 The language of her lips. She'll ne'er 
 From strict propriety depart, 
 
 Or stop a slanderous word to hear. 
 
 The truth, and that alone, she'll prize, 
 
 And every evil course abhor ; 
 She deems those only good and wise 
 
 Who virtue love, and labor for 
 The weal of others — and who make 
 
 Of wealth and ease a sacrifice. 
 The ignorant and the lost to take. 
 
 And lead them onward to the skies. 
 
 Her Avay will be a track of light. 
 
 While angel bands her steps attend ; 
 Above her path a halo briglit 
 
 And beautiful will softly bend ; 
 Peace, like a river full and free. 
 
 Sweet peace will in her bosom flow, 
 And all around her steps will be 
 
 Rare flowers that in luxuriance grow. 
 
 But she who turns a listless ear 
 
 To Truth's instructive voice, and stops 
 The idle, gossip-tale to hear, 
 
 That from the tongue of slander drops, 
 Will make her path a thorny maze ; 
 
 No cheerful light wmII chase its gloom ; 
 No friendly voice Avill speak in praise 
 
 As weary years her strength consume. 
 
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 Kind little May, who saves each crumb 
 
 To feed the feathered tribe around — 
 And cares for all the creatures dumb, 
 
 Wherever hungry they are found — 
 Who pities, in their pains and fears, 
 
 All in her daily walks she meets. 
 And kindl}^ wipes away the tears 
 
 Of rao-o^ed children in the streets — 
 
 Who visits orphans, and who gives. 
 
 If nothing more, a pitying kiss — 
 And when she can, the pain relieves 
 
 Of all in sorrow's dark abyss — 
 Will erelong be a brilliant star, 
 
 To lighten earth's dull, devious maze. 
 And bring the wretched from afar. 
 
 To feel God's love and sing his praise. 
 
 She'll sit with sorroAv, and remove 
 
 Each heavy burden from the breast, 
 And to the faint and dying prove 
 
 A gentle, kind and heavenly guest. 
 Unwearied in her efforts, she'll 
 
 The poor befriend — a charm bestow — 
 And like a Hussey^^- or a Neal,^** 
 
 Relieve distress and succor woe. 
 
 Fair Belle, with arms brimful of flowers, 
 
 Is rambling o'er the fields away ; 
 She loves to revel with the hours. 
 
 Beneath the mellow skies of May. 
 She knows how sweet the smile will be 
 
 When to her teacher she presents 
 Her gift of love. In her I see 
 
 A Sewall,'^* Woolson,^*^ or Le Hentz.^^^ 
 
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 There is no glooni}^ sky to thee, 
 
 O happy Elhi I full of fun"; 
 Beyond the clouds thy bright eyes see 
 
 The splendors of a rising sun. 
 From every brow a glory beams — 
 
 From every heart joy gushes out — 
 And everything with beauty teems, 
 
 Above, beh)w, and all about. 
 
 Who fears to tell what may l)e true 
 
 Lest unawares she should deceive, 
 Will be among the cherished few 
 
 Who o'er life's daily gossip grieve. 
 The real truth she waits to know 
 
 Before a single w^ord is spoken ; 
 To think an evil she is slow. 
 
 And saves a heart that else were broken. 
 
 She ne'er repeats an idle tale. 
 
 Nor listens to a coarse remark ; 
 O'er sins and foibles throws a vail, 
 
 And hides bad actions in the dark. 
 If a suspicion is expressed, 
 
 That one is not as she should be, 
 The thought is smothered in the breast. 
 
 With fervent prayer — " Lord, keep thou me." 
 
 She docs not criticise the dress 
 
 An orphan child is forced to wear — 
 Nor loves a gentle schoolmate less 
 
 With frccided face and sandy hair. 
 In her apparel she is plain — 
 
 She has no wish to make a show, 
 Or put the humble poor in pain, 
 
 Who wealth and comfort must forego. 
 
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 She never slights a friend she meets, 
 
 However awkward she may be — 
 But with a pleasant smile she greets, 
 
 And speaks most kind and lovingly. 
 Her words are not on frozen lips, 
 
 That from a selfish bosom flow — 
 But w^ith a genial spirit tips 
 
 All that it warms with golden glow. 
 
 How many hearts her life will cheer. 
 
 By throwing gladness in the breast ! 
 What glorious songs will strike the ear ! 
 
 What sweet emotions unexpressed ! 
 Where'er she smiles the clouds will rise ; 
 
 Her presence is the dawn of bliss ; 
 The joys that sparkle in her eyes 
 
 The frigid forms of life dismiss. 
 
 The sin of pride is manifest, 
 
 Whate'er she does, in haughty Jane, 
 And if you would her feelings test. 
 
 Call her fine satin mous-de-laine. 
 You'll see the flash of her dark eye. 
 
 And hear, perhaps, her nimble tongue. 
 And scornfully she'll pass }-ou by, 
 
 As if her conscience had been stung. 
 
 She will not condescend to speak 
 
 To humble girls, unless, maybe 
 Some information she would seek 
 
 Beyond her own ability. 
 And so her friends are few indeed — 
 
 .For all dislike her foolishness ; 
 But will not pride in future breed 
 
 A Avorld of sorrow and distress? 
 
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 Bright, prosperous days may bring a night 
 
 Of terror and Cimmerian gloom ; 
 The pleasures that to-day delight, 
 
 May ugly shapes of ill assume. 
 Our friends may perish at our side, 
 
 And riches fly on eagle Avings ; 
 The owl may hoot — the bat abide — 
 
 Where now the bird of beauty sings. 
 
 When all are gone we loved so well, 
 
 O, fearful will our sorrow be ! 
 And none but breaking hearts can tell 
 
 The depth of human misery. 
 One look of love — one gentle voice — 
 
 So slighted in our prosperous years, 
 Would now the saddened soul rejoice, 
 
 And stay a flood of bitter tears. 
 
 Let pride, self-will and arrogance 
 
 Be strangers to the happy breast. 
 As o'er the fields you gayly dance. 
 
 By gentle, sunny winds caressed. 
 Be mild and pleasant, meek and kind, 
 
 Sincere and faithful, true and just, 
 And noble friends you'll surely find, 
 
 Whom you can cherish, love and trust. 
 
 And glorious will your pathway be, 
 
 Where'er your favored lot is cast — 
 From all those earthborn passions free. 
 
 Which bring remorse and death at last. 
 Beloved and cherished, joys will spring 
 
 Amid life's hallowed, green retreats. 
 Till all the bells of heaven shall ring 
 
 Your welcome through its golden streets. 
 
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 My little miss, don't pout and fret 
 
 Because it is a rainy day, 
 And in a foolisli passion get — 
 
 Prevented from your favorite play. 
 The rain is needed. Soon tlie sky, 
 
 Bright as it was on yester eve. 
 
 Will glow Avith golden brilliancy — 
 
 . The rain a bow of beauty weave. 
 
 If tasks at school severe should prove, 
 
 Don't scold, but study yet the more ; 
 'Tis perseverance makes us love 
 
 What we so much disliked before. 
 Take just Avhat comes, and do your best, 
 
 Without a murmur or complaint, 
 And leave to Providence the rest. 
 
 And you may prove a real saint. 
 
 Young Bess will oft in anger speak. 
 
 And grieve her friends and give them pain, 
 When they are kind, and daily seek 
 
 To please her, and her love to gain. 
 Reprove her, and a sulky fit 
 
 Is the result .... and schoolmates say 
 She will alone in silence sit, 
 
 And not look up for half a day. 
 
 O foolish child ! what Avould you do 
 
 If your kind friends should be removed. 
 And leave you wretched to pin-sue 
 
 Your evil courses unreproved? 
 Resolve you never will a spark 
 
 Of wicked temper manifest. 
 Or ever make one cross remark, 
 
 That will disturb the gentle breast. 
 
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 O, cease to murmur, fret or scold, 
 
 And silence that unruly tongue ; 
 Friends do not wish each trifle told, 
 
 And daily throuo-h the villao;e runsr. 
 A love to gossip — speaking nought 
 
 To comfort, please, or edify, 
 Will make your company unsought, 
 
 And all the good will pass you by. 
 
 A voice like yours, so full and strong, 
 
 Well cultured and with taste displayed, 
 If tuned to melody and song. 
 
 Will all the social passions aid : 
 The burden lift of pain and woe. 
 
 While youth and age delighted hear, 
 So charmingly would numbers flow. 
 
 And melt upon the ravished ear. 
 
 Instead, you utter words unkind — 
 
 Are so ill-natured, prude and set — 
 In lieu of loving hearts you tind 
 
 Indifference and hate you get. 
 The good, the generous turn away. 
 
 Sometimes with feelin<xs of dismist. 
 And scarcely notice what you say. 
 
 And quickl}'' pass — they feel they must. 
 
 Think, child of talents rich and rare. 
 
 How great a blessing you may prove ; 
 A thousand lips to grateful prayer 
 
 You have within the power to move. 
 O pour that voice in noble song, 
 
 And thus to love and heaven allure ; 
 'Twill make the rich in virtue stroncr — 
 
 'Twill elevate and bless the poor. 
 
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 Ay, that is right; be kind, my child, 
 
 To the poor orphan girl, on whom 
 No tender parent ever smiled. 
 
 To bless her life's sweet opening bloom. 
 She never felt a father's love, 
 
 Nor a dear mother's fond caress ; 
 No brother's care a shield will prove, 
 
 When strong temptations round her press. 
 
 No sister, hand in hers, will trip 
 
 Beneath the trees — anions' the flowers — 
 To hold her when her feet would slip. 
 
 Or guard her in the darksome hours. 
 No eye will moisten when she feels 
 
 That sorrow every step attends, 
 Or when an envious schoolmate steals 
 
 The confidence of tender friends. 
 
 Grod bless you, dear ! I know you will 
 
 Be gracious to the needy child — 
 Exert for her your utmost skill 
 
 When all before looks dark and wild — 
 To guide her in the paths of peace. 
 
 Where flowers spring up and streams rejoice, 
 With golden birds that never cease 
 
 To pour aloud their music-voice. 
 
 God bless 3'ou, and his grace bestow 
 
 Where'er your future steps may lead ; 
 There'll be no grief — no vales of woe — 
 
 No hopes to crush — no hearts to bleed — 
 Where'er your sunny face is found ; 
 
 But all prove joyous, sweet and gay, 
 With every needful blessing crowned, 
 
 As happy moments glide away. 
 
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 O, what a glorious life is yours ! 
 
 A Father's smile ! and skies serene ! 
 And all the bliss that youth secures, 
 
 Where all the heavenly virtues lean ! 
 Methinks the angels leave the skies 
 
 With you to labor and rejoice — 
 To give their l)rightuess to your eyes — 
 
 Their wondrous music to your voice ; 
 
 To whisper in your gentle breast 
 
 Of an inheritance above, 
 Where all the kind and faithful rest, 
 
 And live in peace and perfect love — 
 Who here in generous acts display 
 
 Angelic natures to the sad, 
 And help the orphans on their way, 
 
 And make the heart of sorroAv glad. 
 
 The child forever romping round, 
 
 Must h:ive a care, or she will be 
 Among those silly creatures found 
 
 Shut from the best society. 
 To spend her life in a wild chase 
 
 Of pleasure, and in vain pretence — 
 To end at last in sad disgrace, 
 
 Empty of peace and moral sense. 
 
 And she who looks with pride and scoru 
 
 Upon a modest, studious miss, 
 Because of humble parents born — 
 
 And speaks with extra emphasis 
 Of ill-bred, mean and vulgar girls. 
 
 When children coarsely clad appear, 
 And with disdain her lip she curls. 
 
 And passes virtue Avith a sneer — 
 
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 May ill the future see the clay 
 
 When far above her they will rise, 
 With servants ready to obey, 
 
 With eager hands and watchful eyes ; 
 And then how sad her thoughts will be. 
 
 As she reflects upon the past ; — 
 She'll wish a thousand times that she 
 
 Had ne'er unkind reflections cast. 
 
 Perhaps she may be glad to ask 
 
 Favors from her she slighted once, 
 Since she has doflfed the scorner's mask, 
 
 And ceased to be a thoughtless dunce. 
 Perhaps to catch a smile will wait, 
 
 A menial shivering at her side. 
 Or lino^er at an outer ffate, 
 
 To see a noble lady ride. 
 
 Reverses such as these have been, 
 
 And surely they may be again — 
 And mental sorrow, alwaj^s keen. 
 
 Comes more distressful to the vain. 
 So never slight the humble poor, 
 
 Nor treat the ignorant WMth contempt, 
 Lest you the pangs of want endure, 
 
 Among the vicious and unkempt. 
 
 If pride is lurking in the breast. 
 
 And you are tempted to disturb 
 The peaceful life of friend or guest. 
 
 At once the hateful passion curb. 
 And be not guilty of a sin 
 
 That will the peace of mind destroy 
 Of one who but for you had been 
 
 Upon the topmost round of joy. 
 
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 Attractive, quiet, pleasant, kind, 
 
 And alwa3's ready to assist, 
 Whenever service she can find, 
 
 Soon as the scholars are dismissed, 
 Nell hastens home, or on the way 
 
 Stops at some humble widow's cot, 
 Where she a pleasant word can say. 
 
 And sweetly cheer her lonely lot. 
 
 She's not ashamed to work whene'er 
 
 She feels her mother needs her aid, 
 And in a homespun dress appear ; 
 
 Nor is she terribly afraid 
 To soil her hands about the sink, 
 
 Or brush the cobwebs from the wall. 
 Like heedless girls, who little think 
 
 What may their future steps befall. 
 
 No pride's betrayed whene'er 'tis said 
 
 That she's domestic in her ways — 
 Can mend, and sweep, and make a bed, 
 
 And on the l)usy Avashing-days 
 Assist her mother at the tub, 
 
 And wring the clothes and stretch the line. 
 And Avhen 'tis necessary scrub, 
 
 And make the pewter platters shine. 
 
 She's not disturbed, when schoolmates call. 
 
 That she has useful work to do ; 
 Nor does she on the softi loll. 
 
 To hear or tell of something ncAV — 
 Or criticise a neighbor's dress, 
 
 Her looks, her actions, or her gait. 
 Nor with a scornful look express 
 
 Contempt for humble Sally Waite. 
 
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 Beside some squeaking instrument 
 
 She will not sit the whole (Jay long, 
 To make a horrid noise intent, 
 
 With now and then a rattling song, 
 Which grating falls upon the ear. 
 
 To frighten children, or annoy 
 The musing student passing near, 
 
 And all poetic thoughts destroy. 
 
 Nor will she run from door to door 
 
 A tale of scandal to pursue, 
 And every listening schoolmate bore 
 
 With foolish gossip — tale untrue — 
 How this one and the other dressed 
 
 When last at church or concert-hall, 
 .And various idle thoughts suggest. 
 
 Thus to prolong her morning call. 
 
 She has some noble end in view — 
 
 Some useful knowledge to obtain — 
 Or work important she must do. 
 
 When leisure moments she may gain ; 
 And thus no time she idly spends 
 
 Among the frivolous or the gay — 
 Although she loves her faithful friends. 
 
 And when they meet — how blest are they ! 
 
 As years advance her mind improves 
 
 In all that makes a woman dear 
 To God and man. Where'er she moves 
 
 The real graces Avill appear, 
 And make her influence largely felt 
 
 For virtue and humanity ; 
 The cultured prince — the illiterate Celt 
 
 Alike will real goodness see. 
 
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 Fresh and attractive she will make 
 
 Her pleasant home. Whoever lifts 
 Her welcome latch will comfort take, 
 
 And with her rare colloquial gifts 
 Delighted pass the swift-winged hour, 
 
 And then depart, instructed, blest. 
 Feeling that goodness is a power. 
 
 When it is throned within the breast. 
 
 No flattering word will j^ass her lip, 
 
 No coarse, undignified remark. 
 No innuendo slyly slip. 
 
 No elbow punch when it is dark. 
 Nor Avill she foolish efforts make 
 
 To be particularly nice, 
 So she cannot a sally take, 
 
 But deem exuberance a vice. 
 
 In peace Avith friends and neighbors, she 
 
 Will labor constantly to live — 
 Avoiding all duplicity — 
 
 And with a generous spirit give 
 To help distress — to aid the poor — 
 
 And scatter widely as she may 
 The real blessings that secure 
 
 A passport to eternal day. 
 
 She does not with a curious taste 
 
 Into her neighbor's secrets pry ; 
 Nor half her winter evenings waste 
 
 With an alternate tear and sigh. 
 O'er lovelorn maid or whining cur — 
 
 Tales in a flashy work she meets — 
 Nor dream each man in love with her 
 
 She speaks to on the public streets. 
 
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 Her dwelling is a neat abode, 
 
 Of all extravagance devoid, 
 Where pride and passion ne'er explode, 
 
 And real comfort is enjoyed — 
 Where on a level high and low 
 
 The pleasant happy honrs beguile, 
 And streams of mutual kindness flow, 
 
 And all the Christian graces smile. 
 
 For more than half a mile around 
 
 The influence of her life is felt, 
 To soothe, however deep the wound, 
 
 And hate into contrition melt, 
 By words and gifts unselfish which 
 
 She kindly speaks — in love bestows : 
 Alike to all — the poor and rich — 
 
 Her heart with goodness overflows. 
 
 The Avorld may in a conflict blaze — 
 
 The ''giants on the deep"' may roar — 
 But she in linml)le trust Avill raise 
 
 Her thoughts to heaven, and God adore. 
 Calm and serene, whate'er betides 
 
 The heated elements around ; 
 Firm as a rock her soul abides. 
 
 And with true honor she is crowned. 
 
 And such is virtue — gentle, meek — 
 
 Whenever in the breast it dwells ; 
 Though in her nature frail and weak, 
 
 It woman's heart with wisdom swells. 
 Till she an honored place attains. 
 
 Beloved by man approved by God .... 
 
 And thousands in that pathway trains 
 
 Which kings, and priests, and prophets trod. 
 
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 That stalwart girl avIio loves to hear 
 
 The rolling drum and squeaking fife, 
 When men in uniform appear, 
 
 Who runs to see them as for life, 
 And in commotion rather be, 
 
 (The more the noise the merrier still,) 
 Than with her mother quietly 
 
 The duties of her home fulfil — 
 
 May boldly stand, in future years, 
 
 With noisy men for Avoman's rights. 
 And almost drown your aching ears 
 
 With a sharp, rattling tongue, that bites. 
 She knows her duty .... without fear. 
 
 Nor favor asks, she goes ahead ; 
 She crushes hopes to virtue dear, 
 
 And fills the Christian heart with dread. 
 
 Her object in the wild harangues 
 
 'Twoukl puzzle Jove himself to tell ; 
 This sect she hates ; that cause she bangs ; 
 
 Berates the Christian Church pell-mell ; 
 And all because her neighbors look 
 
 At questions Avith a calmer front. 
 And prize the precepts of a Book 
 
 AVhose gracious influence she would stunt. 
 
 She'd tear the glorious fabric down. 
 
 Our fathers built in prayers and tears, 
 And in a whirl of nonsense drown 
 
 The exultmg hopes of peaceful years — 
 And push to folly the extreme 
 
 Her silly, sentimental views, 
 And make a wild chimeric dream 
 
 A god she ardently pursues. 
 
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 And if she should succeed — what then ? — 
 
 Honor, and love, and virtue lost; 
 Ties ruptured — peace destroyed no pen 
 
 Could paint the dreadful holocaust. 
 Wild passions would usurp the place 
 
 Of rectitude — and in the name 
 Of merciful religion, base 
 
 Corrupting thoughts, the breast inflame ; 
 
 A tide of evil flood the land. 
 
 And anarchy untroubled reign. 
 And honest hearts confused command 
 
 To peace and order — but in vain : 
 The spirit of a love divine 
 
 No more the human breast pervade ; 
 The sun with less effulgence shine 
 
 O'er earth in moral ruin laid. 
 
 Such evils spread where Folly rules. 
 
 And Impudence untrammelled reigns — 
 Taught in the transcendental schools 
 
 That rarefy inflated brains. 
 Beyond the reach of mortal ken 
 
 They stretch their thoughts, and claim to find, 
 Where never trod the foot of men. 
 
 States suited to the wondrous mind. 
 
 How futile the attempt to rise 
 
 Where Reason has no power to teach ! 
 Than the great God to he more wise ! 
 
 Beyond his will revealed to reach ! 
 Submit, I pray, to his control ; 
 
 His precious word believe, obey ; 
 The only comfort of the soul — 
 
 The only hope of endless day. 
 
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 I've seen the heart enraptured swell 
 
 Beneath a plain and piebald dress, 
 While sacred tears in torrents fell, 
 
 With words unable to express 
 The emotions of the soul within, 
 
 For little kindnesses bestowed ; 
 And then it seemed no trifling sin 
 
 To check the grateful drops that flowed. 
 
 I've seen upon the furroAved cheek 
 
 Of age the rose of summer bloom — 
 And strength imparted to the weak, 
 
 And light the darkened path illume. 
 Just from a pleasant word that sprang 
 
 Spontaneous from a happy heart — 
 That on the ear like music rang, 
 
 And made new life and beauty start. 
 
 I, too, have felt the w^ondrous power 
 
 Of kindness when in soul depressed ; 
 It came rejoicing like the shower ; 
 
 And sweetly soothed my soul to rest.... 
 And from the lowest depths of woe 
 
 'Twas glorious to arise and feel 
 The streams of love and mercy flow. 
 
 With all their soothing grace to heal. 
 
 If all w^ere faithful, kind and good — 
 
 Denied themselves to help and please — 
 And every heart, with love imbued. 
 
 Called out its tender sympathies — 
 No fear would tremble on the lip ; 
 
 No sin revengeful thoughts awake; 
 No sorrow seek companionship ; 
 
 No heart in desolation break. 
 
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 Displeased with eveiything that's said, 
 
 And fretful as a child can be, 
 As if by some bad influence led, 
 
 O, who can love Miss Emily? 
 She may possess carnation cheeks — 
 
 And eyes that sparkle diamond-bright — 
 But showing temper when she speaks, 
 
 Few in her company delight. 
 
 She may attract the stranger, but 
 
 Whene'er are known her ways unkind, 
 And that her mouth is seldom shut — 
 
 Her brilliant eyes are never blind 
 To trifling faults in those around. 
 
 Which to excess are magnified. 
 Alone in sober mood she's found. 
 
 Half weeping o'er her injured pride. 
 
 Without the sweet and heavenly grace 
 
 That springs from real goodness, what 
 Are polished brows a chiselled face .... 
 
 A form like Hebe's? These will not 
 The afiections win and draw the heart ; 
 
 They for a season may attract. 
 But warmth or love will not impart — 
 
 Nor win regard — a weighty fact, 
 
 Which they who trust to beauty should 
 
 Consider well, and daily strive 
 Those natures which are rough and rude 
 
 To cultivate, that virtue thrive — 
 So that less beautiful, they will 
 
 More friends secure — more pleasures find — 
 Than if with Heaven's exquisite skill 
 
 They had been modelled and refined 
 
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 Kate sits demurely by herself, 
 
 And scarcely speaks when she's addressed ; 
 Her books are idle on the shelf; 
 
 Her eyes cast down her brow compressed. 
 
 "What trouble now , my gentle maid ? 
 
 Have thy companions been unkind? 
 And did they cut thee when they played, 
 
 With all the excuses they could find ? 
 
 Or has thy teacher been severe, 
 
 And censured thee unjustly? Say, 
 What has disturbed thee? — w^hy that tear? 
 
 Come with thy youthful mates and play. 
 She does not stir ; no kindness moves 
 
 Her nature now : some trifling slight 
 A barrier to her pleasure proves. 
 
 And leaves her in this Avretchcd plight. 
 
 Out with such temper ! In the end, 
 
 If 'tis michecked, I tremble for 
 Thy future, when no pleasant friend 
 
 Will cherish thee : for all abhor 
 A cross, morose, ill-natured girl. 
 
 If thou shouldst grow to womanhood 
 Unchanged, thy life will be a whirl 
 
 Of strife, where clouds incessant brood. 
 
 The trifling cares of life that give 
 
 But little thought to minds at case, 
 Will weigh thee dowai ; for thee to live 
 
 AYill be a torment; nought can please, 
 Thou2:li cverythins: be bri^^ht around : 
 
 The earth, w'hen clothed in richest bloom, 
 With lengthened shadows will abound, 
 
 Or fearful shapes of ill assume. 
 
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 The radiant smiles of Heaven will seem, 
 
 To thy disordered vision, frowns ; 
 The stars that in their glory beam, 
 
 Or blaze at night like golden crowns, 
 Will help to make the darkness felt, 
 
 That discontent around has thrown ; 
 And morning's bright empyreal belt 
 
 Make thy unhappy spirit moan. 
 
 The flowers that bloom — the seas that roll — 
 
 The mountains towering to the sky — 
 Will lift no shadow from thy soul, 
 
 Nor break the scale that dims thine eye. 
 They only prove a dismal blank 
 
 To one betrayed with moral blight — 
 Who sees no God of love to thank. 
 
 Or in his glorious works delight. 
 
 Surrounded by a thousand joys. 
 
 With Nature in her liveliest mood, 
 There's something still the heart annoys. 
 
 And it will aye in sadness brood. 
 It wont be pleased when all is gay, 
 
 But will select to rest upon 
 The only spot in life's highway 
 
 Where never shines the blessed snn. 
 
 The thorns are seen, but not the rose 
 
 That graceful hangs upon the stem — 
 The vales that damps and gloom disclose. 
 
 And not heaven's starry diadem. 
 Earth, sea and sky contribute to 
 
 Enhance the clouds that round them hang ; 
 There's nought in sunshine, flower or dew, 
 
 That does not frown or bring a pang. 
 
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 How many such are seen around, 
 
 With everything to make them blest, 
 Who turn from music's melting sound, 
 
 And fields in golden beauty dressed, 
 To listen to some creaking sign, 
 
 Or view a barren, dreary Avaste ! 
 They fail to see the hand divine 
 
 Ten thousand blessings round them placed. 
 
 To them the heavens are never bright ; - 
 
 The earth is but a vale of tears ; 
 No scenes entrance .... no words deliffht .... 
 
 No beauty shakes their gloomy fears ; 
 No friends are generous none are good, 
 
 And all are pledged to be unkind ; 
 So they through life in sorrow brood. 
 
 And not one ray of comfort find. 
 
 Careful her parents to obey, 
 
 And kind to all the friends she meets, 
 Bright, gentle Lulie day by day 
 
 Partakes of all life's varied sweets. 
 If unkind words should chance to drop 
 
 From those she loves, she will return 
 Sweet, pleasant language — thereby stop 
 
 A sin that might with ano-er burn. 
 
 A gloomy thought upon her brow 
 
 Is never cast, to shadow half 
 Her sunny face. She will, somehow. 
 
 When sad, ring out a joyous laugh. 
 She knows, if cherished in the breast, 
 
 A single evil thought will be 
 The harbinger of evil guest — 
 
 The source of grief and misery. 
 
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 She speaks in gentle tones to all — 
 
 E'en to the selfish and the mean ; 
 And where the tears of sorrow fall , 
 
 Her cheerl'ul, happy face is seen : 
 Consoling words and love she brings, 
 
 And heals at once the bitter smart — 
 As if an angel's radiant wings 
 
 Enfolded the half-broken heart. 
 
 She never lifts a scornful eye, 
 
 Nor in her bosom harbors pride. 
 Nor passes ragged children by, 
 
 May she but their discomforts hide. 
 The orphans love her, and the poor 
 
 Will often kiss her glowing cheek, 
 "When she goes from the humble door, 
 
 With grateful hearts too full to speak. 
 
 Heaven would indeed begin below. 
 
 If every one should loving be. 
 And make her neighbor's bosom glow 
 
 With kind and tender sympathy — 
 If every word and look betrayed 
 
 A purpose generous and sincere. 
 And none would feel she needed aid 
 
 Before the friendly hand appear. 
 
 O, such would be the world at large. 
 
 If each should act a noble part ; 
 Life's varied duties to discharge 
 
 With a devout and Christian heart. 
 If faith in God — if love to men 
 
 Prompted our actions day by day — 
 How sweet the reign of peace ! No pen 
 
 Its glorious blessings could portray. 
 
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 This maxim should l)e writ in gold, 
 
 We ouly live when we do good — 
 When we the weak and humble fold 
 
 To our warm bosoms — o-ivins; food 
 And all the blessings we enjoy, 
 
 To those who need and ask our prayers — 
 Our time, our wealth, our thoughts employ 
 
 To make our daily comforts theirs. 
 
 Sitting upon a grassy knoll, 
 
 A motley group around her, Jane 
 Is now engaged, witli all her soul 
 
 The poor and ignorant to train 
 To serious thought. See how they catch, 
 
 And eagerly, each word she speaks. 
 And every look and motion watch. 
 
 While she their hio-hest welfare seeks. 
 
 All round about, in idle play, 
 
 Her careless little schoolmates run, 
 And many foolish things they say. 
 
 As they afl'ect her course to shun. 
 Jane heeds them not, but still intent 
 
 Upon her pleasant work of love, 
 She feels that all the time thus spent 
 
 Will to the poor a blessing prove. 
 
 In future years 'twill be her joy 
 
 Important truths with love to teach ; 
 A careless miss, a heedless boy. 
 
 That with her influence she can reach, 
 Is sure to be made better by 
 
 Her earnest Avords and Christian zeal. 
 And leading upwards to the sky. 
 
 She'll thus promote their highest weal. 
 
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 She'll be an honor to her sex ; 
 
 Make blessings all around her flow ; 
 And should conflicting thoughts perplex, 
 
 Or selfishness to hatred grow — 
 Disturbing peace — engendering strife — 
 
 Her noble spirit will restore 
 The glories of a Christian life, 
 
 And pride and passion rage no more. 
 
 Fastidious e'en in childhood, Sue, 
 
 In hours of study or at play, 
 Secures the friendship of but few ; 
 
 The noble-hearted turn away 
 From primp and folly. Genial souls 
 
 Have no companionship with such, 
 Althouofh a father's carriafre rolls 
 
 O'er golden mines. They fear the touch 
 
 Of garments gay with fashion's trim. 
 
 And pert disdainful acts despise ; — 
 They know that hearts filled to the brim 
 
 With vanity are never wise. 
 Nor fit associates for them. 
 
 The unobtrusive, quiet, meek, 
 They love and cherish, but condemn 
 
 All who are pufled by fortune's freak. 
 
 Grown up, can pen or pencil paint 
 
 Her folly and her squeamishness ? 
 To-day she will afiect the saint, 
 
 And seem to be in deep distress 
 For sins committed, or neglect 
 
 Of duties pride could not fulfil ; 
 To-morrow, in her jewels decked. 
 
 She has her silly notions still. 
 
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 To-day a fashion she denounces 
 
 That yesterday was in its glow, 
 And she is pleased with tucks and flounces 
 
 Which, in a week, aside she'll throw. 
 Her bonnet, trimmed in latest style, 
 
 She thinks is not a perfect fit, 
 So she must send full half a mile 
 
 To change its form or size a bit. 
 
 Sometimes her temper, violent. 
 
 Cannot with reason be restrained, 
 Which on some menial she will vent 
 
 Till words have like the furies reigned. 
 At last, exhausted, she will fall 
 
 Upon the sofa, trembling, pale. 
 And half the house must stand a call 
 
 To coax her through the frightful gale. 
 
 She has no sympathy with those 
 
 Who plead for justice and for right, 
 And never on the poor bestows 
 
 A benediction or a mite. 
 " O horrid ! " is her exclamation, 
 
 Whene'er a black man passes by — 
 A pauper from a foreign nation — 
 
 A soldier brave, returned to die. 
 
 She can't endure the wives of men 
 
 Who do not dress in modern style, 
 Who have a tawdry look — and then, 
 
 How apt such people to be vile ! 
 Their daughters never learn to sing, 
 
 Or dance, or the piano play ; 
 Their parents have no taste to bring 
 
 Up children in a decent way. 
 
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 She is so fussy at the stores, 
 
 The -clerks dislike to have her call ; 
 They number her among the bores, 
 
 Who, when they want a dress or shawl. 
 Compel them everything to show, 
 
 Till they have made a grand display ; 
 Coolly remarking, as they go, 
 
 "We'll call again another day." 
 
 Not generous, she is pleased to give 
 
 Whene'er abroad the deed is spread, 
 That makes her name and virtues live. 
 
 But when is asked a crumb of bread, 
 By some poor wretch beneath her eye. 
 
 Or hungry children at the gate. 
 That a few dimes would satisfy. 
 
 She turns and leaves them to their fate. 
 
 She gives to public objects, where 
 
 Her deeds will stand on parchment rolls ; 
 But precious little does she care 
 
 For low, degi-aded, famished souls. 
 She, to protect the savage brutes. 
 
 Will lend her time ; unseal her purse ; 
 And to the wealthy institutes 
 
 Abundant charities disburse. 
 
 When China or Tahiti pleads, 
 
 She is alive with tiery zeal, 
 Especially when liberal deeds. 
 
 In answer to a loud appeal. 
 Are blazoned in our public sheets, 
 
 That all the world may read or hear, 
 And every soul she daily meets. 
 
 Her noble character revere. 
 
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 The poor benighted African, 
 
 The Arab and the Hottentot, 
 The Indian wild, the fierce Japan — 
 
 Of these she mourns the haj^less lot, 
 And all who at a distance pine 
 
 For comfort and for wholesome food, 
 Who never heard of life divine ; 
 
 But — wijl she do her neighbor good ? 
 
 Will she a single finger lift 
 
 To place the fallen on his feet ? 
 Will she bestow a paltry gift. 
 
 When in the suffocating heat 
 The famished laborer is found. 
 
 Infirm and weak, and bent with age? 
 Among the poor will she go round. 
 
 Their o-riefs and troubles to assuage? 
 
 When suffering meets her at the door. 
 
 And children cry, and woman pleads, 
 And slaves are weltering in their gore, 
 
 No tears, or groans, or pains she heeds. 
 She has no heart to feel for those 
 
 Who fall and perish by her side. 
 While a large stream of wealth o'erflows, 
 
 To trumpet fame and foster pride. 
 
 Can this be real charity ? 
 
 That which the God of heaven approves ? 
 And ano-els linger round to see ? 
 
 It only sordid nature moves. 
 With hearts deceiving and deceived. 
 
 It never has a blessing brought, 
 Nor in the fear of God relieved. 
 
 Nor one example v/isely taught. 
 
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 It never wakens in the breast 
 
 Emotions tender, kind and pnre ; 
 To make a life of sorrow blest, 
 
 'Twill not a trifling pain endure. 
 When selfish motives prompt to give, 
 
 And the reward is hollow fame, 
 The deeds will not in glory live. 
 
 But bring, at last, contempt and shame. 
 
 Few friends has she : some are compelled 
 
 From sheer necessity to be 
 In an un[)leasant bondage held, 
 
 By reason of their poverty. 
 They treat her kindly, but they dare 
 
 Oppose no foolish whim of hers — 
 For in a rage she's sure to flare. 
 
 If such a trifling thing occurs. 
 
 O, who would be a selfish piece 
 
 Of human nature ? — Never pleased 
 With anything that will increase 
 
 The happiness of man ? — Diseased 
 In mind, and wretched too? — for all 
 
 The wealth of Newbury's mines? Ah, they 
 Who in such depths of meanness fall, 
 
 Throw the best joys of life away. 
 
 Themselves most miserable, they make 
 
 Their neighbors so — their tempers sour — 
 And jealousies and fears awake. 
 
 And peace of villages devour. 
 At last they die, and leave behind 
 
 A memory that none revere. 
 It is the fate of all inclined 
 
 To tread the path of folly here. 
 
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 Who beauty in the flower beholds, 
 
 That blushes in the lowly vale, 
 And in the tender leaf that folds 
 
 Its tiny lips to kiss the gale — 
 Who, wheresoe'er she turns her eye, 
 
 Above or in the world abroad, 
 On field or water, mount or sky. 
 
 Sees and adores the mighty God — 
 
 That child, imbued with grace divine. 
 
 Will blessings everywhere impart. 
 And brightly in the circles shine, 
 
 When Christian love inspires the heart. 
 She'll be a monitor of good 
 
 To all who come within her reach. 
 And to the careless and the rude 
 
 With gentleness and kindness preach. 
 
 O many a guilty one she'll bring 
 
 The truth in wisdom to obey ; 
 Make many a heart with gladness sing, 
 
 llcjoicing in the pleasant way. 
 The tranquil peace of heavenly love 
 
 'Twill be her glory to bestow, 
 And gently every sin reprove — 
 
 Her heart with angel zeal aglow. 
 
 She Avill perceive with jealous eye 
 
 The errors spreading far and wide — 
 With heaven-imparted energy 
 
 Will check the reign of vice and pride. 
 The glorious truth with power proclaimed, 
 
 AVith all the sanction of the skies, 
 Will crush the hopes by folly framed — 
 
 Destroy the refuges of lies. 
 
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 Ah ! Minnie, Avith those laughing eyes, 
 
 So full of frolic, life and fun, 
 It seems to me, beneath the skies, 
 
 I cannot find a happier one. 
 In cloudy seasons and in bright. 
 
 Studious at home, or out in play. 
 Thou art a creature of delight, 
 
 Contented, cheerful, happy, gay. 
 
 I know from the sweet smile that plays 
 
 On other cheeks, that gentle hearts 
 Around thee catch the inspiring rays 
 
 Thy genial, happy soul imparts. 
 They feel a freedom to partake 
 
 The golden pleasures as they fly. 
 And to thy call are wide awake. 
 
 With bounding heart and sparkling eye. 
 
 Fair child ! may all thy future years 
 
 With radiant joy and love be crowned. 
 And every bliss that life endears 
 
 Within thy happy heart be found. 
 May not a sorrow thread its way, 
 
 To darken life with blessings fraught. 
 While golden vistas every day 
 
 Transcend the poet's brightest thought. 
 
 May friends surround thee, and bestow 
 
 Their benedictions on thy head, 
 And not a mean or treacherous foe 
 
 To shade thy sunny heart be led ; 
 Till fully ripe for bliss in heaven, 
 
 Thou Avilt with rapture seize the prize. 
 From the commissioned angel given. 
 
 And spring rejoicing to the skies. 
 
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 Hark ! from the gay and chattering throng 
 
 A voice of nielodj^ I hear ; 
 'Tis tliine, O favored child of song ! 
 
 Which brings to many an eye a tear. 
 The children stop their merry plays, 
 
 And strangers Imger in the street, 
 And on the scene delighted gaze, 
 
 And beg the angel to repeat. 
 
 The time may come when crowds shall press 
 
 To hear that wondrous voice of thine — 
 And age and infancy shall bless 
 
 The heart they deem almost divine. 
 Be humble, child, and thankful lift 
 
 Thy sweet voice in melodious praise. 
 To Him Avho sends the heavenly gift. 
 
 And crowns with joy thy happy days. 
 
 The child who loves the birds that sing. 
 
 And brushes o'er the dew to hear 
 The notes that through the woodland ring — 
 
 To her 3'oung happy heart so dear — 
 Who gazes on the sky entranced, 
 
 When Morning gilds her sapphire throne, 
 Before the sun — his steps advanced — 
 
 His vertic beams around has thrown — 
 
 Who plucks the earliest flowers of May, 
 
 To kindle up a teacher's eye — 
 While she, more beautiful than they. 
 
 Smiles in unconscious modesty — 
 Who listens to the pattering rain 
 
 As if she heard soft angel-feet. 
 And wonders why the music-strain 
 
 Should in such 2:entle murmurs beat — 
 
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 Whose heart, alive to joys divine, 
 
 The gentle hand of God discerns, 
 And sees his love and wisdom shine 
 
 In every winding path she turns — 
 May labor with angelic zeal, 
 
 And draw from sin with cords of love, 
 And all the wondrous grace reveal 
 
 That brought a Saviour from above. 
 
 In huts where pine the sons of want. 
 
 With wretched forms emaciate. 
 And trembling children, pale and gaunt, 
 
 For one cool breath impatient wait ; 
 Where not disease alone has made 
 
 The widow poor .... the aged cursed .... 
 And where the light, as if afraid. 
 
 Comes timidly where vice is nursed — 
 
 The heavenly visitor Avill go, 
 
 Nor fear the horrors that abound. 
 And check the tear and heal the woe. 
 
 And send the smile of gladness round. 
 Light will break forth, and Love will sing. 
 
 E'en in the lowest depths of sin. 
 As Hope, on bright exulting wing. 
 
 Scatters the darkness from Avithin. 
 
 Sweet child ! pursue thy work of love. 
 
 And bless and save the sons of crime, 
 And to the selfish bigot prove 
 
 Such deeds of mercy are sublime ; 
 And thy reward — how great twill be I — 
 
 The consciousness of duty done ; 
 In many saved from misery. 
 
 And to the cross of Jesus won ! 
 
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 'Twill light thy life-path ,clny by day, 
 
 And cheer thee in the midnight gloom ; 
 'Twill gild with joy thy pearly way, 
 
 And every doubtful step illume — 
 When thou shalt hear the songs of praise 
 
 Thy love has kindled in the breast : 
 How pure and sweet the angelic lays ! 
 
 The joys that cannot be expressed ! 
 
 Louisa turns her step aside. 
 
 To save the insect on the sod ; 
 The meanest thing she wont deride, 
 
 That speaks the workmanship of God. 
 All have a right to live, she feels. 
 
 And life's sweet blessings to enjoy ; 
 The weakest to her heart appeals, 
 
 And not a life will she destroy. 
 
 The crawling worms and buzzing flies 
 
 Are wonderful to look upon, 
 And with a generous heart she tries 
 
 To make them happy, every one. 
 Her Father gave to them the light, . 
 
 The sunshine and the blessed air, 
 And watches o'er them day and night, 
 
 With a protecting, loving care. 
 
 What his creative power display's. 
 
 Though frail ancl humble it may be, 
 In life and beauty claims our praise, 
 
 And when in pain, our sympathy. 
 All ask our love. Shall we refuse. 
 
 And crush the transient life away. 
 That nourished b}'^ the sun and dews, 
 
 Enjoys but one bright summer day ? 
 
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 She'll live to prove a blessing when 
 
 Her happy youthful days are past, 
 And with her voice — perhaps her pen — 
 
 An influence wide for mercy cast : 
 Will plead for justice everywhere ; 
 
 Man never should a foe molest, 
 Nor in his bosom hatred bear. 
 
 And all revenge must be suppressed. 
 
 The base miholy passions must 
 
 To the jDure gospel's precepts yield — 
 All learn their neighbor's word to trust, 
 
 And in the day of trouble shield. 
 The enmity that prompts to ill. 
 
 The heart's warm kindness must subdue, 
 And bending low the stubborn will. 
 
 Each shall the weal of all pursue. 
 
 There's one — and so extremely nice 
 
 She barely nods to common folks, 
 And never listens to advice — 
 
 Is squeamish of all trifling jokes : 
 She's dressed in fashionable trim, 
 
 And in the latest city style. 
 And looks so jaunty and so prim. 
 
 To see her step provokes a smile. 
 
 Unless she should with years improve — 
 
 Become a less disdainful piece — 
 And in a warmer circle move. 
 
 Of graceful, unaflTccted ease — 
 She will, erelong, become the butt 
 
 Of ridicule Avhere'er she goes — 
 Be in the category put 
 
 Of one — whom everybody knows : — 
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 Miss Ake — whose Christian name is Bell — 
 
 Will not consent to let it be — 
 And so insists that all shall spell 
 
 The word by adding i and e. 
 Judge of her great surprise to hear. 
 
 One day, while travelling on the Lake, 
 A friend exclaim, distinct and clear, 
 
 "My best regards, Miss Bellie Ake ! " 
 
 Of all the fools none are so great 
 
 As those insipid creatures who 
 Deem all true knowledge in their pate, 
 
 With all the sterling virtues too. 
 Aifected, proud, full of pretence — 
 
 They sadly lack the requisites 
 Which make the sound good common sense 
 
 That on the brow of Wisdom sits. 
 
 In reading trashy books they waste 
 
 Most precious hours. For history, 
 Or solid works, they have no taste ; 
 
 Some thrilling tale — a tragedy — 
 Rivets the mind with iron bands. 
 
 Till they have learned the hero's fate ; 
 But notwithstanding, on their hands 
 
 Time hangs with an oppressive weight. 
 
 The simpletons you often meet 
 
 On summer days at watering-places. 
 To hear them speak or see them eat. 
 
 You'd think that they were making faces. 
 For them their worthy mothers toiled. 
 
 And stood before the tub or wheel ; 
 But their white hands are never soiled 
 
 By scouring knives or sifting meal. 
 
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 Their own soft beds they cannot make ; 
 
 Their clothing mend ; their stockings darn ; 
 A sirloin roast, or pudding bake ; 
 
 They hardly dare to walk the barn 
 Lest they should soil their dainty feet, 
 
 Or, catch a spider on their dress, 
 Or some plain young mechanic meet, 
 
 Which would their feelings so distress ! 
 
 If we a generation back 
 
 Could bring before the mental eye, 
 With their forefathers' business — whack ! 
 
 Should we not see the feathers fly? 
 Wealth may increase, but with it, O 
 
 How many foolish things are said ! 
 A twelvemonth and the silliest grow 
 
 Severely wise — then aim to spread ! 
 
 Of servants not a few they boast — 
 
 Their horses and their livery : 
 And what they seem to prize the most, 
 
 Their very tip-top company. 
 And so the flash of Folly flies. 
 
 While the}^ are chasing with their might 
 A glittering and deceitful prize. 
 
 Which every day eludes the sight. 
 
 It comes not, but they labor still. 
 
 With soft white hands in doing nought — 
 And disappointed think it will 
 
 To-morrow or next week be caught — 
 And thus through life deceived they go, 
 
 In dissipation's dazzling round. 
 And real pleasure never know, 
 
 In seeking where 'twas never found. 
 
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 Deluded souls ! if they were wise, 
 
 Aud true reflective hearts possessed, 
 They'd see just where the jewel lies, 
 
 Coucealed withiu the humble breast. 
 Domestic quiet aud couteut, 
 
 Beuevoleuce aud virtuous love, 
 Have to earth's restless children lent 
 
 Much of the bliss that reigns above ; 
 
 And if at home they sought to find 
 
 The blessings in the distance seen, 
 And were not to the pleasures blind 
 
 Around their own secluded green. 
 We ne'er should hear the bitter plaint, 
 
 Nor see the tearful eyelids swell, 
 But find in many a house a saiut, 
 
 Where now the untamed Furies dwell. 
 
 With heart ngloAv in Mercy's cause. 
 
 Young Ella is supremely blest, 
 When at the hovels she can pause, 
 
 Where childreu, hungry and distressed, 
 The smile of love have seldom seen. 
 
 Or felt a tender, warm embrace. 
 Or never trod a patch of green — 
 
 Pent up in a close airless place. 
 
 She's pleased to take them fiir away, 
 
 To some delightful verdant spot, 
 Where they can run, and skip, and play, 
 
 Unconscious of their hapless lot. 
 To hear the birds sing iu the grove. 
 
 And see a heaven of endless l)lue, 
 They laugh outright .... so much to love ,.,, 
 
 With everything so strange and new. 
 
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 They smell the floAvers and fresh-made hay, 
 
 And breathe a pure and wholesome air ; 
 Their white cheeks on the grass they lay, 
 
 And lift to Heaven an artless prayer. 
 O wondrous change ! — above, below. 
 
 And all around ! Full streams of joy 
 Into their grateful bosoms flow, 
 
 Without a shadow to annoy. 
 
 A dashing waterfall they spy. 
 
 Tumbling adown the mountain's side ; 
 Its sparkles catch the eager eye. 
 
 And the}' exclaim with love and pride, 
 "How beautiful ! " Ah, ne'er before 
 
 Has generous nature charmed them so ; — 
 They gaze, they wonder and adore. 
 
 And linger long before they go. 
 
 The golden butterflies they chase 
 
 Seem tiny angels on the wing ; 
 They light upon the rose's face, 
 
 To tinge it with the hues they bring ; 
 Then skip from flower to flower in play, 
 
 Rejoicing in the sunny beam ; 
 Now sailing with the breeze away — 
 
 Now floating o'er the flashing stream. 
 
 They see the sweetbrier twist around 
 
 The sapling and the sturdy oak ; 
 Now listen to the moaning sound 
 
 Of sighing winds. The silence broke, 
 They leap once more o'er knoll and brush, 
 
 And catch wild nature's thrillino; song, 
 Then through the mountain pines they rush, 
 
 As if they were a hundred strong. 
 
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 The jasmine and the juniper 
 
 They dance around — inhale their sweets ; 
 With wonder gaze upon the burr 
 
 That lurks in all the green retreats ; 
 Watch every movement of the flowers, 
 
 The twinkling leaves and tasselled fern ; 
 When weary, to the odorous bowers 
 
 Beneath the cooling shade they turn. 
 
 The pulse of nature beateth slow, 
 
 With no discordant voice or sound — 
 And everything with smiles aglow, 
 
 From glen and vale to woods profound, 
 With precious joy the heart o'erflows ; 
 
 How clear the sky ! — how pure the air ! 
 How splendidly the water glows ! 
 
 What love and beauty everywhere ! 
 
 And now, buzz ! buzz ! — the bee goes by ; 
 
 O what a knightly creature he ! 
 With glittering steel upon his thigh, 
 
 And golden bracelets on his knee. 
 The whole wide range of nature his. 
 
 Each flower contributes to his store. 
 And gives to him its sweetest kiss ; — 
 
 Could earthly monarch ask for more ? 
 
 The laboring ants, that from the ground 
 
 Bring up the stones, attract them now, 
 And they delighted gather round 
 
 To see them work, and marvel how 
 The tiny things such weight can bring. 
 
 And labor on through all the day ; 
 They flmcy they can hear them sing. 
 
 Whene'er a load is cast away. 
 
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 Awhile they stretch themselves beneath 
 
 The stately trees. The balmy air, 
 A luxury they love to breathe, 
 
 And the bright sunshine everywhere, 
 And floating clouds and pleasant sounds. 
 
 And golden birds that come and go, 
 And flashing skies and flowery grounds. 
 
 With love and joy their hearts o'erflow. 
 
 'Tis like a heaven on earth. The rocks 
 
 Are fresh, and on the green no stain ; 
 The voices of the distant flocks 
 
 Come to them like the distant rain. 
 And every blessed moment brings 
 
 Something to instruct them or to please ; 
 Bright sparkling streams and bubbling springs ; 
 
 Shrubs,leavesandflowers ;vales,hills and trees. 
 
 O full of life ! O full of glee ! 
 
 They hear the sparrow's WH)ndrous song ; 
 A squirrel on the beech they see. 
 
 And watch his playful movements long. 
 Now he ascends the topmost limb. 
 
 And leaps beyond. The screaming jay 
 Attracts them with his gaudy trim, 
 
 And in a moment flies away. 
 
 The strawberries, reddening at their feet, 
 
 They pluck and eat. They never saw 
 The fruits that seemed one-half as sweet. 
 
 Upon a distant tree, caw ! caw ! 
 A crow is seen. They clap their hands 
 
 And run for life ; but he has flown ; 
 Anon they pick the glittering sands 
 
 That nature round the pond has thrown. 
 
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 They walk upon the creeping vines — 
 
 Hear sounds they never heard till now — 
 The winds that murmur through the pines, 
 
 Or whisper from each leafy bough. 
 They're filled with pleasure and surprise 
 
 At everything which they behold ; 
 Vales flowery spread — green hillocks rise, 
 
 And all bcdropped with sparkling gold. 
 
 They sit and muse ; they rise and jump ; 
 
 They pluck the leaves ; the bushes tear ; 
 Examine every rock and stump ; 
 
 Leap all the winding streams they dare ; 
 Embrace the trees and tAvist the limbs, 
 
 And underneath the shadows creej? ; 
 Tired out, they list to Nature's hymns. 
 
 And ere they know it fall asleep. 
 
 Hark ! through the woods wild music rings ; 
 
 They're up again ; away — away ; 
 Alas ! they meet a thousand stings 
 
 From thistles where they run to play. 
 Retiring to a shady grove 
 
 They watch the sunshine through the trees. 
 Then round and round the forest rove. 
 
 While everything conspires to please. 
 
 A partridge whirrs above their heads, 
 
 Startled by steps and voices near ; 
 And in the sun's slant golden threads 
 
 Insects of various hues appear ; 
 Now ivied trees and mossy rocks 
 
 Draw them aside ; but, hark again ! 
 It is the noise of bleating flocks. 
 
 And the loud shout of laborino; men. 
 
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 Their little hearts are bounding high 
 
 At Avhat they see, and feel, and hear ; 
 The broad green fields — the boundless sky — 
 
 The pure sweet air — and on the ear 
 The harmony of pleasant sounds. 
 
 From insects, birds and rivulets — 
 As o'er the sward each urchin bounds, 
 
 And in a wild excitement gets. 
 
 They feel as if the world Avere made 
 
 Of something pleasanter than cold. 
 Damp, dingy walls — with endless shade 
 
 A-brooding o'er the dwellings old, 
 As tiles fall piecemeal at their feet, 
 
 And everything smells of decay ; 
 And so with happiness complete 
 
 They pass at least one sunny day. 
 
 The children wasting in the town, 
 
 O that they could the country view ! 
 Partake the joys — the sweets that crown 
 
 The field and hill — all fresh and new : 
 Climb up the trees — through alders dart — 
 
 See clover bloom — hear robins slug — 
 Chase the brown bee — the rabbit start, 
 
 And drink from the cool running spring ; 
 
 Follow the winding stream around, 
 
 And dance beside the shady pond. 
 And with the happy lambkins bound 
 
 Over the hills and far beyond ! 
 To them a lesson would be taught 
 
 From every bush and daisied sod. 
 And that sweet inspiration caught 
 
 Which leads the loving heart to God. 
 
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 The promise of a youth so bright 
 
 As Ellti's will no hopes belie ; 
 Life's darkest scenes her face will light, 
 
 And bid disease and sorrow fly. 
 The richest blessings to bestoAv, 
 
 With cheerful heart and ready hand, 
 In deepest dungeons she will go — 
 
 Amid disease and danger stand. 
 
 With impulse half divine she'll lift 
 
 The load from many a clouded heart ; 
 And love — a tender Father's gift — 
 
 With childlike innocence impart. 
 With ardent faith and fervent prayers. 
 
 She surely will prevail with Heaven ; 
 How blest the soul that daily shares 
 
 The joy of hearts with sins forgiven ! 
 
 There's a bri£>:ht child — in her fair hands 
 
 She holds a long subscription-list ; 
 Before her little mates she stands 
 
 Pleading for cents. This is the gist 
 Of what she says : Children out West 
 
 Are poor, with no good books to read ; 
 That like ourselves they may be blest, 
 
 We wish to help them in their need. 
 
 A trifle if you each will give. 
 
 Can do a large amount of good ; 
 The smallest sum they will receive 
 
 With real heartfelt gratitude. 
 And thus the pleading child obtains 
 
 Whate'er she can from all her friends ; 
 And with no trifling care and pains, 
 
 Throue:h older hands the money sends. 
 
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 This may, perhaps, be well enough — . 
 
 But where do all the pennies go ? 
 I'll tell you, though it may be rough 
 
 On some kind-hearted souls we know. 
 One half the pleading agents claim — 
 
 One quarter goes for clerks and rentals — 
 The poor receive one eighth — O shame ! — 
 
 The balance — that's for incidentals. 
 
 There's many a cause which finds support 
 
 From widows, orphans and the poor — 
 I know I speak the truth — who ought 
 
 Themselves a pittance to secure. 
 Life's common comforts are denied 
 
 For charity, as they su^jpose ; 
 For agents' use it is applied : 
 
 And here is where the money goes. 
 
 But where one shilling falls beyond 
 
 The reach of selfish hands, at least 
 A thousand buy a Union bond. 
 
 Or go to clerks for pay increased. 
 'Tis no uncommon thing to say 
 
 To agents when they go abroad, 
 Keep half what you collect, and pay 
 
 The balance to the treasury board. 
 
 We might an institution mark. 
 
 Whose funds were gathered cent by cent ; 
 But men were mostly in the dark — 
 
 They knew not where the money went. 
 For years and years all we could learn 
 
 From clerks' and treasurer's account, 
 Was, that the West, a great concern, 
 
 Had swallowed up a large amount. 
 
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 Cheap -books and papers by the score, 
 
 From shop to house were carried round, 
 While every day the cr}^ for more 
 
 Would through the distant valleys sound. 
 No wonder — for the papers were 
 
 Collected by the ton and sold ; 
 To puerile trash the poor prefer 
 
 To have a small amount in gold. 
 
 True charity we love, but from 
 
 Our inmost heart and soul detest 
 The spirit we perceive in some 
 
 (They doom us Avhen the truth's expressed) 
 Who live at ease — grow strons: and fat 
 
 On children's pennies — widows' mites — 
 Who have for years securely sat 
 
 In saintly chairs, as moral lights. 
 
 Like fixtures they remain unmoved 
 
 So long as they can manage well. 
 And have their course by men approved, 
 
 Who out of school no stories tell. 
 Such is the world ; — the pampered soul, 
 
 Who makes his boast of place and power, 
 Is helped in luxury to roll 
 
 By those who would the poor devour. 
 
 Give, always give — give generously; 
 
 If you have but a mill to spare, 
 It may do more for charity 
 
 Than thousands from the millionnaire. 
 The spirit you possess will bring 
 
 A blessing down upon your head, 
 Or on the ear your doom will ring — 
 
 Bring peace and joy, or grief instead. 
 
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 Give, when you feel the gold will be 
 
 Devoted to a sacred cause — 
 Not that the world around may see, 
 
 And cheer the heart with vain applause. 
 Give — not to agents who retain 
 
 The substance of the poor .... but give 
 Where suffering men and children gain, 
 
 And rise from wretchedness to live. 
 
 Give, and give freely where you know 
 
 Your charities will l)enefit, 
 And make the hearts with pleasure glow, 
 
 That in the vales of sorrow sit. 
 When you are sure the offerings fall 
 
 In worthy hands, that all can trust. 
 Be wide awake to Mercy's call. 
 
 And scatter broad the shining dust. 
 
 Give with a heart that kindly feels ; 
 
 Give with a love that nought can chill ; 
 Give when the feeblest soul appeals ; 
 
 Give in God's name with right good-will ; 
 Give in sincerity and prayer ; 
 
 Give trusting in his promise sure ;' 
 Give, and the Lord will make you heir 
 
 To riches that in heaven endure. 
 
 I love to look at pleasant Sue, 
 
 She is so happy day b}^ day. 
 And always has some work to do. 
 
 When she is tired of books or play. 
 Sometimes a little patch of ground 
 
 She cultivates with studious care, 
 Where plants of various kinds abound, 
 
 With flowers most beautiful and rare. 
 
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 She thus displays a precious taste, 
 
 AVhile all admire her garden plot ; 
 Pink, daffodil and lily chaste. 
 
 The crocus and forget-me-not, 
 Each in its season sweetly blows. 
 
 And lifts to heaven its smiling face. 
 And on the breeze a perfume throws : 
 
 Her home is a delightful place. 
 
 And whilst the care of flowers she loves, 
 
 No real duty she neglects ; 
 The least distress her pity moves, 
 
 And all in danger she protects. 
 At home she is a blessing found. 
 
 And makes the streams of gladness flow ; 
 Her name abroad the good will sound, 
 
 That all a Peouty's ^*^ worth may know. 
 
 And better still — the Lord records. 
 
 In the bright registry of heaven. 
 The faithful acts — the pleasant words — 
 
 The simplest thing in kindness given — 
 Among the names of those who will 
 
 The glories of his kingdom share. 
 Whose humble eflbrts help to fill 
 
 The noble song triumphant there. . 
 
 Sweet, tender child, well pleased I gaze 
 
 Upon thy features, bright and fair. 
 Where gentleness with beauty plays. 
 
 And breezes toss thy golden hair, 
 As o'er the lawn, with nimble feet. 
 
 Thou flyest in thy sunny bliss, 
 Some happy cherul) girl to greet, 
 
 And on her cheek imprint a kiss. 
 
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 O, not more beautiful the flowers, 
 
 That fling their fragrance to the breeze, 
 Than thou, child of the summer hours. 
 
 Whose look, and word, and motion please 
 My grateful heart, and make me feel 
 
 As if 'twould be a rare delight 
 Away from pressing cares to steal, 
 
 And in thy rapturous joys unite. 
 
 In gentle tones I hear thee speak 
 
 Unto the selfish and morose — 
 To those who in their folly seek 
 
 The world's attention to eno^ross — 
 Who lift their heads as if they were 
 
 God's independent sovereigns made. 
 And could not in their judgments err, 
 
 Or their important selves degrade. 
 
 A tear sometimes will fill thine eye 
 
 Whene'er thy schoolmates manifest 
 A selfish feeling — when they try 
 
 To waken envy in the breast ; — 
 But thy kind words will oft allay 
 
 The angry feelings as they rise, 
 And make upon their foreheads play 
 
 The sunny brightness of the skies. 
 
 I watch thee in thy study chair, 
 
 When gentle thoughts their sparkles toss, 
 Or when the teasing imps of care 
 
 Thy pleasant sunny pathway cross. 
 The same sweet look I see, or hear 
 
 The voice of praise or grateful song. 
 And look and voice my spirits cheer, 
 
 And so I raze and lino-er loner. 
 
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 As bright O may the future be, 
 
 Where'er thy lot, my child, is cast; 
 May all the blessings flow to thee 
 
 That made life joyous in the past. 
 And when the mandate from the skies 
 
 Shall bid thy happy soul ascend. 
 On seraph wings mayst thou arise, 
 
 To perfect joys that never end. 
 
 Dear child, so pleased to sit beneath 
 
 The spreading elm's refreshing shade, 
 And hear the birds their matins breathe, 
 
 Amid a thousand flowers arrayed 
 In beauty by that Power divine. 
 
 Who listens to thy artless prayer — 
 O may a useful life be thine. 
 
 Beneath a tender parent's care. 
 
 That will in paths of wisdom lead. 
 
 And make thee honored and beloved. 
 Like ONE ^*^ (the stricke^ji heart will bleed) 
 
 Just from our golden ark removed ; 
 Who, kind, afiectionate, sincere. 
 
 Gave no offence in look or word ; 
 Who had for every grief a tear — 
 
 For every tale of sorrow heard : 
 
 Who softl}^ pressed the aching brow, 
 
 When temples throbbed and fevers raged 
 (That soothing hand ! I feel it now) 
 
 With all her sympathies engaged ; 
 She watched unwearied day and night, 
 
 Beside the suffering couch to bless — 
 As if it was her chief delight 
 
 To succor pain — relieve distress. 
 
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 She made the sufferings all her own 
 
 That centred in a neighbor's breast ; 
 She heard afar the stifled groan, 
 
 And hastened forth, an angel guest ; 
 The secret tear she wiped away. 
 
 And kindly soothed the silent grief; 
 On sorrow's cheek she made to play 
 
 The sunshine of a quick relief. 
 
 In all life's varied duties she 
 
 With humble trust fulfilled her part, 
 With quiet sweet humilit}'', 
 
 And a devout and thankful heart. 
 Generous — she gave whate'er she could, 
 
 The lost and wretched to restore — 
 And with the prayer of faith she stood 
 
 To plead for grace at Mercy's door. 
 
 Whene'er disturbing passions rose. 
 
 That threatened to destroy the peace 
 Which in the gentle bosom flows, 
 
 Her presence made contentions cease. 
 The radiant smile of kindness won, 
 
 And bade the scowl of anger flee, 
 And brighter than au April sun 
 
 The loving spirit seemed to be. 
 
 To suffer it would be her choice, 
 
 Than by a look severe to bring 
 Distress — or by a hasty voice 
 
 To utter what the heart might sting ; 
 • Nay, rather she would suffer long, 
 
 And silent ask her Lord to guide. 
 Than speak a word that, construed wrong, 
 
 Might lead from perfect truth aside. 
 
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 Living for God and heaven, she gave 
 
 Her thoughts, her love, her energies 
 To spread His truth who died to save, 
 
 And draw the wandcrino; to the skies. 
 Faithful, sincere, and just and true, 
 
 Of pride and seliishness devoid. 
 In wisdom and in grace she grew, 
 
 And perfect peace in Christ enjoyed. 
 
 He was her comfort and support, 
 
 And her exceeding joy. Each day 
 The lessons that his wisdom taught 
 
 Gave strength and courage hy the way : 
 She knew a faithful Friend was hers, 
 
 To shield, invigorate, uphold. 
 Who pities when his creature errs, 
 
 And shelters in his lovinsr fold. 
 
 In all her trials the kind hand 
 
 Of God she saw, and sweetly rolled 
 Her cares on him. An angel band. 
 
 Commissioned from the heavenly fold, 
 Would cheer her heart, and make her feel 
 
 That sorrow was not sent in vain ; 
 Then peace would to her bosom steal, 
 
 And former joys return again. 
 
 She lived to Christ, and on his breast 
 
 She leaned her head — he was her stay- 
 And thus she was divinely blest. 
 
 Sad was the scene, so sad the day, 
 When the last look of love was given — 
 
 When to the mortal flesh we clung, 
 The immortal spirit soared to heaven ; 
 
 And mid our tears this hymn we sung ; - 
 
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 Who fell asleep in Christ 
 
 How blest are they ! 
 On whose glad vision bursts 
 
 Unclouded day ! 
 Removed from grief and pain, 
 Sweet is the peace they gain : 
 
 How blest are they ! 
 
 Forever blest ! 
 
 Hark ! from the skies a voice, — 
 
 "The dead are blest!" 
 Who sleep in Christ secure 
 
 Eternal rest ; 
 They nevermore will sigh, 
 No tears will dim the eye ; 
 
 In Jesus blest ! 
 
 Forever blest ! 
 
 No care nor anxious doubt, 
 
 With Jesus blest ! 
 No stain of pride will move 
 
 The gentle breast ; 
 No fears, no rude alarms, 
 Within the loving arms 
 
 Of Jesus blest ! 
 
 Forever blest ! 
 
 Supremely calm and still. 
 
 Rest, mother, rest ! 
 Peace to the spirit fled. 
 
 On Jesus' breast ! 
 No more her pulses l)eat 
 Amid life's feverish heat. 
 
 In Jesus blest ! 
 
 Forever blest ! 
 
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 No foes will e'er disturb 
 
 Thy peaceful breast. 
 No sorrow touch the heart 
 
 In Jesus blest ! 
 No inward, outward foes 
 "Will break the soft repose, 
 
 In Jesus blest ! 
 
 Forever blest ! 
 
 O, happy, glorious state. 
 
 With Jesus blest, 
 Amono; the saints of lis-ht, 
 
 An ano-el 2:uest ! 
 Love, as the ages roll, 
 "Will beam upon the soul 
 
 "With Jesus blest ! 
 
 Forever blest ! 
 
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 How sweet her slumbers are, 
 
 In perfect rest ! 
 O, calm, unbroken sleep. 
 
 In Jesus blest ! 
 The world will chafe no more, 
 The storms of lii'e are o'er. 
 
 With Jesus blest ! 
 
 Forever blest ! 
 
 Dear mother, fare thee well, 
 
 In Jesus blest ! 
 O mother dear, farewell, 
 
 On Jesus' breast ! 
 Hark ! mid the angel throng 
 "We hear thy glorious song, 
 
 "With Jesus blest ! 
 
 Forever blest ! 
 
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 'Twas on a glorious day in spring, 
 
 Beneath the trees' most grateful shade, 
 While birds were sweetly caroling. 
 
 The precious dust w^e gently laid. 
 Wife, mother, rest ! Crushed hearts shall keep 
 
 Thy memory forever dear, 
 And linger oft to muse and weep, 
 
 And strew the choicest flowerets here. 
 
 A few more suns shall onward roll, 
 And summer glories bloom and fade, 
 
 And then, conjubilant, the soul 
 (The body with these ashes laid) 
 
 Shall meet its kindred in the sky, 
 Its God — its Saviour to adore : 
 
 Faith brings the bright glad moment nigh, 
 
 When the redeemed shall part no more. 
 
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 Shall part no more ! The patriarch old, 
 
 The child of yesterday, will be 
 With kindred, friends, in one sweet fold, 
 
 From pain and sin forever free : 
 The Hindoo saint with him who sung 
 
 Beneath the gospel's wondrous l)laze, 
 With every nation, tribe and tongue. 
 
 All filled with love and grateful praise. 
 
 The cares of earth will be forgot ; 
 
 The trials and the pains severe ; 
 The persecutions, fierce and hot. 
 
 And death that sundered friends most dear : 
 The enmity that once assailed 
 
 The cross of Christ — with all the pride 
 That men at truth and virtue railed. 
 
 When they the Lord of life denied. 
 
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 Yes, all forgot amid the songs 
 
 That make the heavenly arches ring, 
 From the pure, bright, and happy throngs 
 
 That move in praise on tireless wing ; 
 Forgot in the immortal love 
 
 That glows within a Saviour's breast — 
 The joy of all the saints above : 
 
 Sweet, blessed peace ! — eternal rest ! 
 
 Thus muse I when I see a group 
 
 Of jo3'ful blooming girls at play ; 
 With bat and ball, or trundling hoop ; 
 
 Or dancing round the Queen of May. 
 On scenes so beautiful I look ; 
 
 1 look with w^oncler and delight, 
 And throw aside my pen and book ; 
 
 Too full to read — too pleased to write. 
 
 Play on, sweet children, dance and sing, 
 
 And merry make life's golden prime ; 
 It will not, dears, be always spring, 
 
 And life will have its autumn time. 
 Play on, and with your music wake 
 
 In other hearts, as now in mine, 
 Those aspirations Avhich partake 
 
 Less of the earthly than divine. 
 
 Play on, beneath the summer sky, 
 
 Amid the flowers that bloom around, 
 As happy as the birds that fly, 
 
 With peace, and love, and gladness crowned. 
 Play on, while scented breezes kiss. 
 
 And gently toss your golden hair, 
 And every gloomy thought dismiss ; 
 
 And I will in your pleasures share. 
 
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 I seem to be a child again — 
 
 Once more I leap amid the throng ; 
 Farewell to care — adieu to pain — 
 
 I join exulting in your song. 
 The rose still lingers on my cheek — 
 
 There are no wrinkles on my brow — 
 And with the hopes of youth I speak : 
 
 Alas ! can I be aged now ? 
 
 Each happy word — each playful air — 
 
 Each smile of gladness — look of love — 
 Springs to my heart, and moves it where 
 
 A thousand scenes have failed to move. 
 Though weak my voice and dull my ears, 
 
 With palsied limbs and failing sight, 
 I leap, forgetful of my years, 
 
 And with you in the sports unite. 
 
 O time ! — "With lightning speed it flies ! 
 
 These school-day scenes will soon be o'er ; 
 You Avill go forth to fall or rise, 
 
 To meet as now, ah, nevermore ! 
 Your paths diverging, east and west. 
 
 Some will the lap of pleasure find. 
 Be in the arms of love caressed. 
 
 With friends sincere, and always kind. 
 
 Life's chilling storms may others meet. 
 
 With poverty's embittered sting, 
 While harsh and selfish feelings greet 
 
 The tenderest thought that love can bring. 
 But all at last will reach the end ; 
 
 It may be ten or fifty years ; 
 When death will prove a welcome friend, 
 
 Or fill the breast with trembling fears. 
 
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 So live, I pray, that all your ways 
 
 Pure guardian angels may attend ; 
 May love en wreathe your happy days, 
 
 And virtue crown them at the end. 
 Know God, and serve him ; never give 
 
 A thought to evil ; fear to sin ; 
 Then from his hand you will receive 
 
 The prize that upright actions win. 
 
 Your course through life will be serene, 
 
 Unmoved by censure or by praise ; 
 You will preserve a peaceful mien. 
 
 Indifferent to the world's displays : 
 "With simple trust look daily up, 
 
 Thankful for kindnesses bestowed. 
 And know the bliss that fills your cup 
 
 From a kind Father's hand has flowed. 
 
 Your voices I shall hear again. 
 
 Your smiling faces I shall see ; 
 But not in sadness — not in pain — 
 
 Shall one bright spirit come to me. 
 In golden fields beyond the sky 
 
 Each angel spirit will be found. 
 Where sorrow never dims the eye — 
 
 With honor and with glory crowned. 
 
 Beside the saints, in ages past. 
 
 Whose earnest lives to God were given, 
 And who triumphantly at last 
 
 Obtained the crowning bliss of heaven - 
 With rapt Isaiah, fearless Paul, 
 
 Melancthon, Luther, and the host 
 Of martyrs, prophets, priests, and all 
 
 Who stood unflinching at their post — 
 
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 With loving friends, who dropped away 
 
 In guileless youth's bright halcyon years, 
 Whose souls seemed all too pure to stay 
 
 Amid the waste of grief and tears — 
 We shall with wonder, love and praise 
 
 Adore the grace that bore us through 
 The perils which beset our ways, 
 
 And to the Savioiu*'s bosom drew. 
 
 One and another we shall greet 
 
 With welcome to the blest abode, 
 And all those loving words repeat 
 
 That cheered us on the heavenly road : 
 The kindly act — the sympathy 
 
 Which in the grateful bosom dwelt, 
 And touched the heart so tenderly 
 
 When we were sad, or lonely felt. 
 
 No word will be forgotten there, 
 
 That came refreshing to the breast ; 
 No faithful, trusting, broken pi-ayer, 
 
 When cares o'erwhelmed and grief distressed : 
 No look that more than kindness spoke, 
 
 But with affection fresh will bring: 
 The joys that through the shadows broke. 
 
 And made the sad heart joyful sing. 
 
 Together we shall hymn the songs 
 
 So faintly, feebly uttered here ; 
 Taught by the bright seraphic throngs 
 
 That animate the heavenly sphere : 
 Together learn the wondrous love 
 
 That glowed within a Saviour's breast. 
 When he forsook his home above, 
 
 To be the world's im welcome guest. 
 
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 And more than all — the thought that we 
 
 Shall never grieve or sin again ; 
 A fear express ; a trouble see ; 
 
 Or feel a single throb of pain — 
 Will make the happy soul o'erflow 
 
 With grateful joy. O blessed da}^ ! 
 When Ave our Father's voice shall know, 
 
 And never from his bosom stray ! 
 
 All gathered in the heavenly fold, 
 
 Kedeemed and saved by grace divine, 
 How blest to walk the streets of gold, 
 
 And in the robes of angels shine ! — 
 With love and virtue to increase 
 
 And brighten as the ages roll ! 
 While sweet serenity and peace 
 
 Shall rest forever on the soul ! 
 
ITOTES, 
 
 ^ Francis B. J^ay was born in Southborougl), 
 Mass., June 12, 1793. He became a citizen of Chel- 
 sea, Mass., in 1831, wliere he remained till 1859 — 
 a period of twenty-eight 3-ears — when he removed 
 to Lancaster, Mass., Avhere he continues to reside. 
 Mr. Fay was the first Ma3'or of Chelsea. 
 
 ^ William Cutter was born in North Yarmouth, 
 Me., May 15, 1801, and removed to Portland, when 
 3'oung, with his father. He graduated at Bowdoin 
 College in 1821. His classmates were Judge How- 
 ard, Joseph Libb}', Dr. John Barrett, Rev. Charles 
 Soule, and others more or less distinguished. He 
 delivered a poem on Truth, before the members of 
 the Forensic Club in Portland, October 16, 1829 — 
 James Brooks being the orator. Mr. Cutter also 
 wrote several fine poems that were printed in news- 
 papers and magazines, which have been extensively 
 copied in this country and abroad. For two years 
 he was one of the editors of the Sabbath School In- 
 structor. He afterwards removed to Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 In 1837 he published a humorous poem — " Humbug 
 Extraordinary, or the Beauties of Animal Magnetism ; 
 being Miss Brackett's Letters to Colonel Stone, 
 accompanied with Notes." Mr. C.'s name did not 
 appear on the title-page of this work. In 1839, 
 Mr. Cutter, in connection with Grenville jMellen, 
 edited " Colman's Monthly Miscellau}-," published 
 in New York, which was continued but a short 
 (331) 
 
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 time. He wrote the Life of General Israel Putnam 
 in 1846, and the Life of General La Fayette in 
 1849. Mr. Cutter is the author of the hymn com- 
 mencing — 
 
 " Thy neighbor? It is he whom thou 
 Hast power to aid and bless " — 
 
 which has been attributed to various authors ; also 
 the charming little poem — 
 
 " "What if the little rain should plead, 
 So small a drop as I 
 Can ne'er refresh the thirsty mead — 
 I'll tarry in the sky." 
 
 Mr. Cutter was one of the best men we ever 
 knew. He died in Brooklyn, February 8, 1867, 
 aged 66 3-ears, greatl}' lamented b}' scores who sin- 
 cerely loved him. Mr. C. was a son of the late 
 Hon. Levi Cutter, for many years Mayor of Port- 
 land, Maine. 
 
 ^ John L. Sibley was born in Union, Me., Dec. 
 29, 1804, and graduated at Harvard in 1825. He 
 was oi'dained at Stow, Mass., in 1829, and dismissed 
 in 1833. He lias been Librarian at Harvard since 
 1856. Mr. Sibley is the autlior of a History of 
 Union, Me., and a Record of the early graduates of 
 Harvard. 
 
 * Daniel Drew was born in Carmel, N.Y., in 
 1788. A man of great wealth, he has given to 
 found and sustain the Tlieological Seminary at 
 Madison, N. J., nearly a million dollars. 
 
 * Rev. IcHABOD Nichols was born in Portsmouth, 
 N. H., July 5, 1784, and removed to Salem with his 
 parents when he was five or six j-ears of age. He 
 graduated at Harvard in 1802. For several years 
 he was a tutor in mathematics at Cambridge. On 
 June 7, 1899, he was ordained as colleague with 
 
NOTES. 333 
 
 Dr. Deane, of Portland, and on the death of Mr. D., 
 in 1814, he became sole pastor of the church. In 
 1821, Bowdoin College conferred the honorary- degree 
 of D. D. upon Mr. Nichols. The same was conferred 
 by Harvard in 1831. Mr. N. died in Cambridge, 
 Mass., January 2, 1859, aged 74. Rev. Andrew P. 
 Peabody preached a sermon on tlie death of Dr. 
 Nichols, in the First Church in Portland, January 7, 
 which was printed. The Doctor was the author of 
 a work on Natural Theology, Hours with the Evan- 
 gelists, 2 vols., and several occasional sermons. 
 
 ^ Rev. CiiARLKS Jenkins was born in Barre,Mass., 
 in 1786, and graduated at Williams College in 1813. 
 For several years he was preceptor of Westfield 
 Academy. In 1820 he was settled over the Con- 
 gregational Church in Greenfield, Mass., where he 
 remained about five ^-ears. On November 9, 1825, 
 he was installed pastor of the Third Church in 
 Portland, Me. The Sermon oij the occasion was 
 preached by Rev. Sereno E. Dwiglit, of the Park 
 Street Church, Boston ; Consecrating Praj'er, by 
 Rev. Tliaddeus Pomerov, of Gorham ; Charge, by 
 Rev. Jotham Sewall, of Chesterville ; Right-hand of 
 Fellowship, by Rev. Dr. Payson, of Portland ; Ad- 
 dress to the Church and Society, by Rev. Asa 
 Cummings, of North Yarmouth. After a faithful 
 ministry of more than six 3'ears, he died on Thurs- 
 day morning, December 29, 1831, ag(;d 45 years. In 
 1830 Mr. Jenkins published a small volume of Ser- 
 mons on the obligations, duties, and blessings of 
 the Sabbatli. Several occasional sermons and ad- 
 dresses had been previously printed. After his 
 decease, in 1832, a volume of his sermons was given 
 to the public. They are original, and remarkably 
 well written. Mr. Jenkins is supposed to be the 
 author of that beautiful hj'mn, commencing — 
 
 " Sweet is the last, the parting ray, 
 That usliers phicid eveuing in." 
 
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 In 1833 we published a small volume, " M3' Minister : 
 or, Sketches of the Character of Rev. Charles Jen- 
 kins," which contains, among other articles of his, 
 several poems of a high order. A son of Mr. J., 
 Rev. Jonathan L. Jenkins, is pastor of the Congre- 
 gational Church in Amherst, Mass. 
 
 ^ Rev. William T. Dwight, D. D., son of Presi- 
 dent Timothy Dwight, was born in Crreenfield, 
 Conn., June 15, 1795.' He graduated at Yale, and 
 studied law in Philadelphia, where he was admitted 
 to the bar. He soon relinquished law for the min- 
 isterial profession, and was ordained pastor of the 
 Third Church in Portland, as successor to Rev. Mr. 
 Jenkins, June 6, 1832. The sermon was preached 
 by Rev. Bennet Tyler, D. D. After a faithful and 
 devoted ministry of nearly a third of a century, Mr. 
 Dwight, from failing health, resigned his charge, 
 removed to Andover, Mass., to reside with a daugh- 
 ter, and died there October 22, 1865, aged 70 years. 
 Mr. Dwight was the author of a Life of his brother, 
 Sereno, and he published fourteen occasional ser- 
 mons and orations. He also wrote for the Christian 
 Mirror, while abroad, a series of interesting and 
 instructive letters. A sketch of the Life of Dr. 
 Dwight is printed in the Congregational Quarterly 
 for April, 1869. 
 
 ** Rev. Albert Hale Plumb was born in Gowanda, 
 Erie Co., N.Y., August 23, 1829 ; graduated at 
 Brown University 1855, and Andover Seminary 
 1 858. He became pastor of the Winnisimmet Church 
 in Chelsea, November, 1858, and resigned in Jan- 
 uary, 1872, to become pastor of the Walnut Avenue 
 Church, Roxbury, where he is at present. 
 
 '■' James Brooks was born in Cape Elizabeth, 
 ]\Laine, 1807, and graduated at Waterville College 
 in 1831. He studied law in the office of John Neal, 
 and for some time edited the Portland Advertiser. 
 He was a member of the Legislature of Maine in 
 1835. The same year he travelled in Europe, and 
 
MOTES. 335 
 
 wrote letters for the Advertiser that were exten- 
 sively copied. On his return, in 1836, he estab- 
 lished the Express, in New York cit}', a journal he 
 conducted till his death, which occurred at Wash- 
 ington, April 30, 1873, at the age of 66. He was 
 a member of Congress at the time. 
 
 ^° RuFDS S. Frost was born in Marlborough, 
 N.H., July 18, 1826. When a youth he came to 
 Boston, and entered a mercantile house. For more 
 than a quarter of a century he has resided in Chel- 
 sea, where for several years he was chosen Ma3-or 
 of the cit}'. He is connected with the AVinnisimmet 
 Church, and for a long time was the efficient Super- 
 intendent of the Sabbath School. Mr. Frost has 
 been a member of the General Court. He was 
 elected Representative to Congress in the fall of 
 1874. A few j-ears ago Mr. Frost selected a fine 
 Library, which he purchased, and presented to his 
 native town. Mr. F. is respected and beloved in 
 the community where he has so long resided. 
 
 " Israel Washburn was born in Livermore, 
 Me., June 6, 1813, and is a law^^er by profession. 
 For some years he had a successful practice in, 
 Orono, Penobscot County. He was a member of 
 the Maine Legislature in 1842, and a member of 
 Congress from 1851 to 1861. Mr. Washburn was 
 Governor of Maine from 1861 to 1863. The latter 
 year he was appointed Collector of Portland. 
 
 ^ JoHX Albion Andrew Avas born in Windham, 
 Me., some dozen miles from Portland, May 31, 
 1818; graduated at Bowdoin College in 1837; 
 studied law in Boston, and became Governor of 
 Massachusetts in 1860. He was ver}' active during 
 the late rebellion, and bj' his patriotic speeches 
 electrified the Avhole country. While Mr. Andrew 
 was a member of Bowdoin College, he was a con- 
 tributor to a weekly paper, which we then publish- 
 ing in Portland. He died October 30, 1867, aged 
 49 years. 
 
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 ^^ William Lloyd Garrison was born in New- 
 buryport, Mass., December 12, 1804. He learned the 
 trade of a printer at tlie office of tlie Herald, in his 
 native town, and when quite J'oung contributed 
 articles to the columns of the Herald and other 
 papers, in which he manifested much sympath}' for 
 the down-trodden and oppressed. In 1826 he estab- 
 lished the Free Press in Newbury]:)ort, which was 
 continued but a short time. The National Philan- 
 thropist, a temperance paper, published in Boston 
 in 1827, was edited by ]\Ir. G. This journal was 
 the first to advocate total abstinence from intoxi- 
 cating drinks. In 1828 the Spirit of the Times was 
 published by him in Bennington, Vt. We remem- 
 ber with what interest this paper was read by us. 
 It always contained sometliing fresh and original. 
 Mr. G. afterwards became associated with our old 
 friend Lund}', in the publication at Baltimore of 
 the Genius of Universal P^mancipation — the num- 
 bers of which we weekly received and read with deep 
 interest, and have preserved in our library to the 
 present da}', and even now we often look over its 
 columns with pleasure. For denouncing as piracy 
 the act of taking a cargo of slaves from Baltimore 
 to Louisiana, Mr. G. was fined, and imprisoned for 
 seven or eight weeks. While in jail, he wrote one 
 of the best sonnets in the English language. Arthur 
 Tappan paid his fine, and, when released, Mr. Garri- 
 son came to Boston, and on the first da}- of January, 
 1831, established the Liberator, an uncompromising 
 anti-slavery paper, which he conducted with remark- 
 able ability , until December, 1865, Avhen, the slaves of 
 this country being emancipated, he felt there was 
 no further call for his services as editor, and the 
 Liberator was discontinued. 
 
 In 1831, soon after Mr. Garrison established him- 
 self in Boston, and we felt sufficiently interested in 
 the cause he advocated as to become an agent for 
 the Liberator, he wrote to us as follows — the letter 
 
NOTES. 337 
 
 is before us with its beautiful chirograpli}' — wliicli 
 sliows liis remarkabl}'' self-denying, persevering and 
 Cliristian spirit, at tins early stage of his philan- 
 thropic labors : — " If I were politic, and intent 
 only on 1113' own advancement or pecuniary interest, 
 I should swim with the popular current, instead of 
 breasting its powerful inrtuence. It has alwa^^s 
 been ni}' maxim — 'and I believe I have lived up to 
 it — that truth can never conduce to mischief, and is 
 best understood by plain words. I am for hitting 
 the nail on its head ; for complj-ing with the requi- 
 sitions of jnstice, and calling things b}' their right 
 names, be the consequences what they may." 
 
 At one period the Georgia Legislature offered a 
 reward of $5,000 for the arrest and conviction of Mr. 
 Garrison. 
 
 Mr. Garrison's publications are "Thoughts on 
 African Colonization," " Sonnets, and other Poems," 
 and several Addresses to the colored people. A 
 volume of Selections from his writings was published 
 in 1852. Mr. G.'s name will go down to posterity 
 as one of the greatest philanthropists of the age. 
 
 ^'^ Martin Brett was born in Bridgewater, Mass., 
 March 26, 1794, and in early life removed to South 
 Paris, Maine, where he died October 26, 1863, aged 
 69. Rev. Dr. Chickering, of Portland, preached a dis- 
 course at his funeral. For many years Mr. Brett 
 was a faithful and conscientious deacon of the Con- 
 gregational Church. Over various signatures, for 
 a series of j'ears, he wrote many excellent articles 
 for the Christian Mirror, some of which, extensively 
 copied in other papers, were the means of doing a 
 large amount of good. In 1825 Mr. Brett prepared 
 a small volume for the press, entitled " Miscellau}' ; 
 containing a Variet}" of Anecdotes, Religious Expe- 
 riences, etc., entertaining and useful to Serious 
 Christians of ever}' name, and especially to Youth." 
 As a cop}'' of this pleasant and instructive little 
 work has been in our library more than fifty 3'ears, 
 
338 NOTES. 
 
 it would be no easy matter for us to part with its 
 company. 
 
 ^^ Mr. Drake and Mr. Dean are distinguished anti- 
 quarians. Samuel G. Drake was born in Pittsfield, 
 N.H., October 11, 1798. In 1828 he removed to 
 Boston, and commenced his antiquarian researches, 
 the result of which was the pnblication of several 
 works — among others tlie Book of the Indians, 
 which was ver}' popular at Uie time. It has passed 
 through several editions. He was one of the found- 
 ers of the Genealogical Societ}', and for several 
 years edited and published the Qnarterh' Register. 
 He continues to be a large contributor to its pages. 
 
 John W. Dean was born in Wiscasset, Me., March 
 13, 1815. While young he removed, with his pa- 
 rents, to Portland, and learned the trade of a 
 boolvbinder. At the age of twenty-one he found his 
 way to Boston, where he became interested in anti- 
 quarian matters, and for a year or two he edited the 
 Genealogical Register. He is the author of a Me- 
 moir of Rev. Nathaniel Ward, and a Memoir of 
 Rev. Michael Wiggles worth. The honorary degree 
 of A.M. was conferred upon him in 1869, by Dart- 
 mouth College. He is at present librarian of the 
 Genealogical Society. 
 
 ^^ Henry D. Thoreau was born in Boston, July 
 12, 1817; graduated at Harvard in 1837, after 
 which he taught school for several years. In 1845 
 he built him a small house near Walden Pond, Con- 
 cord, where he lived in retirement, stud^-ing nature, 
 till his death, which occurred Ma}^ G, 1862. Mr. 
 Thoreau was very eccentric in his character, but 
 l)0ssessed a great deal of genius, as will be seen by 
 a perusal of his works : A Week on Concord and 
 Merrimack Rivers ; Maine AVoods ; P^xcursions ; A 
 Yankee in Canada ; Cape Cod, and Letters to Va- 
 rious Persons. 
 
 •"^ We do not give the name of the person we have 
 in our mind's eye ; but there are those who have 
 
NOTES. 339 
 
 been duped by trusting too confidingly to him, -who 
 will readily recognize the individual, 
 
 ^^ John Neal was born in Portland, Me., August 
 25, 1793. His father died September 22, 1793, at 
 the early age of 29 years, when John and his twin 
 sister were but four weeks old. His mother com- 
 menced teaching school to support her little famil}-, 
 which she continued to do, for the love of the em- 
 plo3'ment, till a few 3-ears before her death, which 
 occurred December 11, 1849, at the age of 80 
 3-ears. 
 
 When Neal was eight or ten 3'ears of age, he at- 
 tended the town school kept b3' Mr. Stephen Patten. 
 In 1805 he went behind the counter of Munroe & 
 Tuttle, who kept at the head of Union Street. In 
 1811 we find him a clerk in the dr3" goods store of 
 Mr. Benjamin Willis — a little later with Mr. George 
 Hill — but not liking the m3-steries of trade, or his 
 eniplo3'er, he started for Boston in 181-1, and in 
 September, 1815, he went to Baltimore, just after 
 the battle of North Point. He soon after associated 
 himself in trade with John Pierpont, the scholar and 
 poet. For a time they succeeded well. 
 
 Man3- a day Neal counted the profits, which 
 amounted to upwards of a hundred dollars. After 
 a while the scale turned, and Neal and his partner 
 became bankrupt. Pierpont entered the ministr3-, 
 and was settled for man3' 3-ears over the Ilollis 
 Street Church, in Boston. Neal commenced the 
 stud3^ of law. At the same time he began his career 
 as a writer, b3' furnisliing articles, both in prose and 
 poetr3', to the Portico, a monthly magazine, pub- 
 lished in Baltimore. Writing with great rapidit3-, 
 he turned his attention to novel writing, and threw 
 otf, in a few 3-ears, the following works : Keep Cool, 
 2 vols., 1817 ; Battle of Niagara and Goldau, first 
 edition, 1818 ; second edition, much enlarged, 1819 ; 
 Logan, 2 vols., 1822 ; Randolph, 2 vols., 1823 ; 
 Seventy-Six, 2 vols., 1823 ; Errata, 2 vols., 1823 ; 
 
340 NOTES. 
 
 Otlio, a tragedy, rewritten and printed in tlie Yan- 
 kee in 1838. Dnring tliis same period of Mr. ^'^eal's 
 life he wrote abont one-lialf of I'aul Allen's Amer- 
 ican Kevolution, in two large octavo volnmes. The 
 work was printed in 1810. 
 
 The Battle of ^Niagara was a remarkably startling 
 and original poem. There are passages in this 
 book that have never been excelled by any Amer- 
 ican writer ; not even by Byron himself, one of 
 the most cherished of English i)oets. AVhen Niagara 
 appeared, the late Joseph T. Buckingham, after 
 pervising a number of pages, exclaimed, '• Thank 
 God ! America has produced a poet at last ! " 
 
 In 1824 Mr. Neal went to England, and contrib- 
 uted largely to Blackwood, and other magazines 
 abroad, and while in London, in 182."), published 
 Brother Jonathan, a novel in three volumes. Mr. 
 Neal's lirst article in Blackwood appeared in May, 
 1824, on ''Our Five Presidents and Five Candi- 
 dates." 
 
 The writings of Mr. Neal in Blackwood attracted 
 considerable attention, and led him to an acquaint- 
 ance with many celebrated characters. Among 
 others was the distinguished Jeremy Bentham, with 
 whom Neal was quite intimate, lie continued to 
 correspond with him till his death. 
 
 While ]Mr. Neal was in Europe in 182'), an Eng- 
 lish author thus spoke of him : " Neal is, undeniably, 
 the most original writer tluit America has produced. 
 He writes volume after volume, to the time of three 
 or four a month, and yet we could hardly open at a 
 passage without finding some evidence of extraor- 
 dinary- power, prodigious energy, or acute think- 
 ing." 
 
 ISoon after Mr. Neal's return to Portland from 
 England, in 1827, several of his old townsmen, who 
 had taken otl'ence at his writings — more especially 
 at what appeared in his Errata — employed a large 
 negro to follow him through the streets. At everj- 
 
NOTES. 341 
 
 corner Ncal met the ul)iquitous ])laek. " My good 
 fellow," said he to him one day, " are you employed 
 to Ibllow me?" "I am," was the reply. "Well," 
 continiKid Neal, " it is the best l)iisiness you can do, 
 and I advise you to continue it so long as j'ou can 
 make it pay. I will contribute something towards 
 it," at the same time handing him a dollar. Neal's 
 enemies soon got tired of tliis business, and ceased 
 further to molest him. 
 
 Ou the first day of .Januar}', 1828, Mr. Neal started 
 the Yankee, a weekly' literary paper, which was con- 
 tinued three years. The matter it contained was 
 mostly original, and written chiefly by Neal himself. 
 
 Al)out this period INIr. Neal gave to the world 
 Rachel Dyer ; P^ngland by a Yankee ; Autliorship ; 
 and Down Piasters, 2 vols. He published, in 1830, 
 Principles of Legislation, from the Manuscript cf 
 Jeremy Bentham, Bencher of Lincoln's Inn. By 
 M. Duinont. Translated from the second corrected 
 and enlarged edition ; with notes, and a Biograph- 
 ical Notice of Jeremy Bentham and of M. Duuiont. 
 John G. Whittier was one of the contributors to 
 the Yankee. 
 
 He also published An Address before the Port- 
 land Society f(jr tlie Promotion of Temperance, Feb- 
 ruary 11, 1829 ; An Oration before the Citizens of 
 Portland, Jul}' 4, 1838; A Discourse before the 
 United Brothers' Hociet}' of Brown University-, Sep- 
 tember 4, 1838 ; An Appeal from the American 
 Press to the American People, in behalf of John 
 Bratish li^liovich, 1840. Some years later he wrote 
 One Word More, and True Wonianhood. 
 
 At one time Mr. Neal was connected with the 
 Boston Galax}', as one of tlie editors ; at another 
 period he was associate editor of the Brother Jona- 
 than, a weekly- literary paper printed in New York. 
 He also wrote largely for the Portland Tiibune, a 
 literary paper pui)lished l)y ourself, some thirty 
 years ago. Mr. N. has written for various maga- 
 
342 NOTES. 
 
 zincs and newspapers matter sufficient to fill at least 
 fift}- duodecimo volumes. Mr. Neal's more recent 
 works are, an account of the great Portland fire, 
 Jul}' 4, 1866 ; Great Mysteries and Little Plagues ; 
 Wandering Recollections of a Somewhat Bus}' Life, 
 an Autobiography ; and Portland Illustrated. 
 
 Mr. Neal still contributes largely to the public 
 press. He has accomplished more during his life- 
 time, we verily believe, than a dozen ordinary- per- 
 sons could perform. He is always at work — for 
 himself or others — in kind and benevolent acts, or 
 in something that w'ill promote the interests of his 
 native cit}', to which he feels strongly attached. 
 We have before us upwards of a hundred letters 
 which Mr. Neal has written within the past few 
 years, and written, too, when his hands were fuU of 
 business and his mind occupied with his professional 
 duties, the wants of his tenants, his obligations to 
 his family and his church, or when harassed and 
 perplexed with a thousand important things. Mr. 
 Neal can read some dozen or fifteen languages, in 
 several of which he excels. He is an excellent de- 
 bater, and a remarkably interesting public speaker. 
 He is ready on all subjects, and on all occasions, 
 and is never at a loss, or thiown off his guard. We 
 have heard him on various occasions, and never 
 knew him to fail to interest and electrify his 
 audience. 
 
 Mr. Neal is a gentleman of large public spirit. It 
 was mainly through his instrumentalit}' that Port- 
 land became a city. But for his eflbrts the beau- 
 tiful Exchange, destroyed b}' the fire in 1866, would 
 never have been built ; and Neal did more than 
 an}' other man, i)robably, to stimulate the citizens 
 of Portland in the great enterprise of building the 
 Atlantic and St. Lawrence Railroad. Wherever 
 there is a society for the dissemination of useful 
 knowledge or Christian efficiency, Mr. Neal will be 
 fonnd among its strongest advocates. He spares no 
 
NOTES. 343 
 
 efforts — he withholds no means in his power to 
 promote the interests of his native place and the 
 welfare of its citizens. 
 
 Mr. Neal is a strong, powerful and eloquent 
 writer. His reach is far above the clouds, and he 
 seems to take in the universe at a glance. In the 
 language of George A. Bailey, in his apostrophe to 
 Neal — 
 
 " The mighty cataract's thunderous roar — 
 The swoop of eagle's wings — 
 And tramp of armies on their march, 
 With him are sacred things." 
 
 Mr. Neal ma}' have enemies. Why? Because he 
 is original, independent, determined, and sometimes 
 suffers his passion to get the mastery of his better 
 nature. He will have his own way, if possible, 
 when he feels that he is in the right, do wliat you 
 ma}'. Let him attempt anything of importance 
 and he will carr}' it through at all hazards. If 
 3'our cause is a righteous one, however difficult, it 
 will be impossible for him to see obstacles in j'our 
 path, or to doubt 3'our ultimate success. Some 
 years ago he made strenuous efforts to uphold his 
 friend General Bratish, believing him to be a much- 
 abused man, when the General had but few friends 
 in the country ; but Neal was obliged, at last, to 
 give him up, after he had missed a few valuable 
 books from his library and some expensive articles 
 from his house. 
 
 Mr. Neal is as quick as a flash. Get him angr}', 
 and woe to your devoted head. The color leaves 
 his face and a cataj-act of words falls from his lips, 
 while you are in fear of instant annihilation. If 
 you make him a promise and fail to fulfil it, keep 
 out of his sight. If 3-ou meet him, we would not be 
 in 3-our shoes for a sixpence. But Neal's temper is 
 soon over. Call upon him half an hour after a 
 
344 NOTES. 
 
 torrent of invective, and ten to one he will take j'oii 
 by the hand, and beg a thousand pardons for his 
 rashness and nnchristian conduct, and tell you 
 what a fool he has made of himself. 
 
 Mr. Neal is, after all, one of the most kind and 
 accommodating men in the world. He will do 
 anything reasonable — move heaven and earth, if it 
 were possible — to assist a friend, and will never 
 forsake him, so long as he feels that integrity is the 
 moving principle of his heart. He has assisted 
 scores of wi'iters, both male and female — artists 
 and merchants Avithout number — man}' of whom 
 are indebted to him for the advantageous positions 
 they occup}' to-day. 
 
 VVhatever Mr. Neal undertakes, he enters with 
 all his energies. There is no half-way about him ; 
 no hesitanc}', no vacillation. He is never dis- 
 couraged ; is never troubled with the dumps, and 
 appears to grow more resolute and determined 
 when a failure is predicted by alarmed and waver- 
 ing friends. He is just the man for an emergency. 
 He fears nothing earthl}', and suffers no one to 
 molest him, or to hold him back. Insult him, 
 and you may thank your stars that you are not 
 on your back, or at the bottom of the stairs. A 
 Frenchman, a professed pugilist, once called upon 
 him for satisfaction for some fancied insult. " I'm 
 ready for you," said Mr. Neal, in his quick, off- 
 hand way ; " if you want to fight, choose your 
 weapons." The poor fellow was so disconcerted 
 and frightened at the courage -and determination 
 of Neal, that he begged his pardon and left his 
 office, thankful that he had escaped with a whole 
 skin. 
 
 Some twent3'-five years ago, Mr. Neal took a 
 decided stand in favor of personal religion, and 
 united with the High Street Congregational Church 
 in Portland, where he lias since been an active, ef- 
 ficient member — exerting a wide and healthy influ- 
 
NOTES. 345 
 
 ence in the Sabbath school find the conference 
 room, and on the side of Christianity', wherever it is 
 found — with constant and increasing trust in his 
 Heavenl}' Father, and in Christ, his ehler brother. 
 
 Bowdoin College conferred on Mr. Neal the hon- 
 orary degree of A. M. 
 
 Although upwards of fourscore years of age, Mr. 
 Neal has the appearance of a man of fifty-live or 
 sixt}'. Being ahva^-s accustomed to healthy exer- 
 cise, he has all the vigor and firmness of a man in 
 middle life. With sandy hair, full blue eyes, a high 
 forehead and a majestic figure, he will pass for a 
 handsome man. Whoever wishes to find a noble 
 specimen of true Yankee character, inwardly and 
 outwardly, can behold it in perfection b^" calling 
 upon John Neal, and spending half an hour in his 
 society. 
 
 ^'•' William Hammond, an enterprising and Chris- 
 tian merchant, was born in Portland, Me., Novem- 
 ber 17, 1816. For several 3'ears he was a member 
 of the City Council. He is now one of the Directors 
 of the Canal Bank. Retiring in his habits, Mr. H. 
 never sought for office, although capable of filling 
 almost any one in the gift of the people. He is a 
 sterling man, and an honor to the city that gave 
 him birth. 
 
 ^° Zachary Eddy, D. D., a distinguished orthodox 
 divine, was born in Stockbridge, Vermont, Decem- 
 ber 19, 1815 ; ordained by the Presbytery of Penn- 
 sylvania, March 16, 1835 ; settled at Springville, 
 N.Y., in 1839; went to Western Wisconsin as a 
 missionary in 1843, and was pastor at Mineral 
 Point some five or six 3'ears. In 1850 Mr. Eddy 
 settled in Warsaw, N. Y., and in 1857 was installed 
 as pastor of the First Church in Northampton, Mass. 
 Ten 3-ears later he was settled over the Keformed 
 Dutch Church in Brooklyn, N.Y. In 1871 he re- 
 moved to Chelsea, Mass., and Avas installed pastor 
 of the Central Congregational Church, where he 
 
346 X o T E s . 
 
 remained two 3'ears. In 1873 Mr. Edd^' asked bis 
 dismission, and is now pastor of a church in Detroit, 
 Micliigan. The degree of A. M. was conferred on 
 Mr. E. b}' Brown University, and the honorar}' de- 
 gree of D. D. by AVilliams College. 
 
 Mr. Edd}' — the original name was Aede — is 
 of Norman descent, from Rev. AVilliam Eddy, Vicar 
 of Cranbrook, Kent County, England, whose son 
 Samuel emigrated to Plymouth in 1638. 
 
 Di-. Eddy has written a Life of Christ, and pre- 
 pared a valuable H^inn Book for use -in our 
 churches. 
 
 ^^ P^DWARD Patson, D. D,, was born in Rindge 
 N. H., July 25, 1783; graduated at Harvard Col- 
 lege in 1803, and for three years was preceptor of 
 the Academj' in Portland. Feeling it to be his duty 
 to enter the ministry, he relinquished his school, 
 and on December 16, 1807, was ordained as col- 
 league with the Rev. Elijah Kellogg of the Second 
 Church. In a few^ years he became sole pastor of 
 the church, where he remained, devoted to his work 
 and beloved by his people, till his remarkabl}^ tri- 
 umphant death, which occurred on Monda}^, October 
 22, 1827, at the age of 44 years. During his min- 
 istry of twenty years, there were constant accessions 
 to ills church, so that it became the largest and 
 most flourishing in the State. 
 
 In June, 1806, Mr. Paj-son was called upon by a 
 committee of the Federal Republicans, who informed 
 him that he was appointed to deliver an Oration on 
 the coming anniversary of our National Indepen- 
 dence. He accepted without hesitation, and imme- 
 diately^ commenced his labors. On the following 
 evening the Oration was completed, and committed 
 to memory. The whole work was accomplished in 
 twenty-four hours, which shows the remarkable 
 powers of the man. 
 
 The Doctor invited two of his particular friends 
 to hear him repeat the Oration, so that they might 
 
NOTES. 347 
 
 point out its faults to the best of their judgment. 
 One of his lieavers was a sea-captain, and the otlier 
 a liberally educated gentleman. 
 
 In the course of his Oration, Mr. Payson took 
 occasion to allude to some of Mr. Jefferson's ap- 
 pointments to the highest offices of State, and said 
 they reminded him of exuvite found on the highest 
 mountains ; it showed the depth from which the}' 
 wore drawn. The sea-captain, who was better ac- 
 quainted with ropes than tropes and figures, ob- 
 jected to the word exuviae. He stated that his 
 audience would not understand him. The other 
 gentleman was of a different opinion. 
 
 When the captain left the room. Dr. Paj'son re- 
 lated the following anecdote : Whenever Cicero, the 
 Roman orator, comi)osed an oration to be pro- 
 nounced before the [)eople, he alwa^^s sent for an 
 old woman who usually attended the fish market, 
 and read his oration to her ; and if she approved of 
 it, he was always successful. 
 
 The Oration was delivered in the Second Parish 
 Church, and was pronounced by the Portland Gaz- 
 ette as " elegant and spirited, which was received 
 with enthusiastic applause by a large and respect- 
 able audience." 
 
 After the Oration, the people assembled at Union 
 Hall to partake of an entertainment the citizens had 
 provided. Among the toasts offered was the fol- 
 lowing, by Mr. Pa^'son : " The Commonwealth of 
 Massachusetts ; may it long be the Ararat, amid 
 the overwhelming deluge of democracy, on which 
 the ark of constitution may rest." 
 
 This was the last time that Mr. P. was known to 
 address or take part in a public meeting, which was 
 not of a strictly religious nature. We are not aware 
 that he ever wrote on any secuhir subjects, if we 
 may except a poetical address, which he furnished 
 the Portland Gazette at the commencement of the 
 year, while preceptor of the Academy. 
 
348 NOTES. 
 
 In school discipline, the Doctov was opposed to 
 corporal punishment. He preferred to confine a 
 disobedient scholar an hour or two after the school 
 was dismissed. 
 
 One of his pupils, afterwards the Hon. Bellam\^ 
 Storer,* of Cincinnati, violated the rules of the 
 school, and was forbidden to leave wlien school was 
 dismissed. The Doctor locked the house-door and 
 went to his dinner, and hurried back to release his 
 prisoner ; but conceive of liis astonishment, as he 
 approaclied the house, to find young Storer hanging 
 from the second story window, holding on to the 
 sill. The Doctor, seeing his perilous situation, cried 
 out, — "Hold on, Bellamy, hold on!" while he un- 
 locked the house, ran up stairs, and relieved him 
 from his dangerous position, by pulling him into 
 the window. 
 
 AVhen the Doctor was quite a young man, he was 
 fond of spending a few hours \vith a friend at whist; 
 but when he made up his mind to preach the gospel, 
 he relinquished this amusement, thinking it a waste 
 of precious time. One evening, when it had grown 
 quite late, he made the following apt quotation 
 from Virgil : — 
 
 " Siiadent cadentia sidera somnos" 
 
 — the setting stars advise sleep. The company soon 
 dispersed. 
 
 Dr. Paj-son was an earnest and devoted minister, 
 and the happ}' influence he exerted while living has 
 been Avidening and extending since his decease. 
 We esteem it a privilege that when a child we be- 
 
 ■" Bellamy Storer was a native of Portland, and a 
 brother of the late Deacon "Woodbury Storer. He studied 
 law, and in early life settled West. In 1831 he was chosen 
 a member of Congress. For many years he was Judge of 
 the Superior Court of Cincinnati. His, death occm'red 
 June 1, 1875, at the age of 81). 
 
NOTES. 349 
 
 longed to the Sabbath school connected with his 
 church, that we attended his Bibl(;-class, and listened 
 so often to his fervent pra3-ei's and faithful preach- 
 ing. A pastor more zealous for the truth — one 
 whose chief business in life Avas the conversion of 
 his Hock and the honor of his Master — we have never 
 known. He mingled but little with the world ; for 
 its amusements and its follies he had no taste. A 
 great and noble object lie had in view. A friend of 
 ours, with several other 3'oung men, visited Dr. 
 Payson while on his dying bed, when he seriously 
 and solemnly addressed them in language they never 
 forgot. Said the Doctor : " The young convert can 
 no more comprehend the joy I now feel, than the 
 little child of four years old can understand the 
 value of the title-deeds which convej' to him a great 
 estate. He may be pleased with the pretty seal, 
 but the intrinsic value is unknown to him." 
 
 To our old teacher, who, one day visiting him, 
 manifested considerable sympath}* in his helpless 
 and distressful condition, the Doctor remarked, "It 
 is all right ; not for the world would I have it other- 
 wise, or be differently situated. God is just in all 
 his dealings with me." During his sufferings, and 
 at times they were terribl}' severe, he was never 
 known to complain. 
 
 Dr. Payson's salary never' exceeded eight hundred 
 dollars. At one time his society voted to increase 
 the amount one hundred dollars. When the Doctor 
 was informed of their intentions, he utterly refused to 
 receive it, stating, as a reason, that his present sal- 
 ar}- was abundantl}^ sufficient to suppl}' all the wants 
 of himself and famil}' , and that he was more comfort- 
 ably situated than man}' of his parishioners. 
 
 Mrs. Elizabeth Prentiss, author of Stepping Heav- 
 enward, and other works, is the daughter of Dr. P. 
 
 A Memoir of Dr. Payson was written b}^ Rev. 
 Asa Cummings, who likewise edited several volumes 
 of his sermons. 
 
350 NOTES. 
 
 ^-Alexander "Waugh, D.D., was an eminent 
 English divine, wlio died in 1827, aged 73. lie was 
 one of the founders of the London Missionary' So- 
 ciety in 1793. 
 
 ^ P^DWAKD D. Griffin was horn in East Iladdam, 
 Conn., January 6, 1770 ; graduated at Yale College 
 in 1790. In 1811 he was chosen pastor of the Park 
 Street Church in Boston. While laboring here his 
 celebrated Lectures were written and published. 
 
 In early life we heard the Doctor preach, and 
 shall never forget his earnest manner and his pow- 
 erful appeals. At a conference meeting, one even- 
 ing, he read the seventh chapter of Matthew's gos- 
 pel, and made some remarks on the eleventh verse : 
 " If ye then, being evil, know how to give good 
 gifts unto your children, how much more shall your 
 Father which is in heaven give good things to them 
 that ask him?" He spoke of the love and conde- 
 scension of God ; his tender compassion to his err- 
 ing children, and how ready he is to forgive the 
 penitent who comes humbly seeking his favor. How 
 MUCH MORE ready is our heavenly Father to bestow 
 his favor upon us, than the kindest of earthly 
 parents are to give gifts to their children. How 
 MUCH MORE ! How MUCH MORE ! ! he reiterated, 
 while his stentorian voice rung through the house. 
 We shall never forget its effect upon ourself and 
 the Avhole congregation. After the lapse of half a 
 century the occasion is fresh in our mind, and we 
 never read these words of our Saviour without re- 
 membering the occasion when they fell with so much 
 force from the lips of this faithful and devoted ser- 
 vant of Christ. 
 
 Soon after the Doctor was settled in Boston, he 
 called upon a printer in the cit}' to make arrange- 
 ments for printing a sermon. " I want you to be 
 particular, and to follow the copy exactly," said 
 Mr. Griffin ; to which the printer assented. A day 
 or two after he called at the office, to see what 
 
NOTES. 351 
 
 progress had been made. "You wish me to follow 
 the copy exactly?" asked the printer. "Yes, cer- 
 tainl}'," replied the Doctor. " How do 3'ou spell 
 Samson?" inquired the printer. " S-a-m — S-a-ui- 
 — how is it spelt?" "That is what I want to 
 know ! " " S-a-m ; is there a p in the word ? " " No," 
 said the printer ; " but ^'ou have one in the cop}-." 
 From that time the Doctor never said a word to his 
 printer about following copy, although many of his 
 sermons passed through the press. 
 
 Dr. Griffin died in Newark, N.J., November 8, 
 1837, aged 67. His Life was written by William 
 B. Sprague, D. D., and several volumes of his ser- 
 mons have been published. 
 
 -^ Rev. Jonathan Edwards was born in East 
 Windsor, Conn., October 5, 1703 ; graduated at 
 Yale College in 1720, and died of smallpox, while 
 President of New Jersey College, March 22, 1758, 
 aged 54. Mr. Edwards was a distinguished divine 
 and an acute metaphysician. He wrote a treatise on 
 "The Freedom of the Will," "History of Redemp- 
 tion," and other valuable Ijooks. His life, written, 
 by his great grandson, Rev. Sereno E. D wight, is- 
 prefixed to his works in ten octavo volumes. 
 
 ^' Thomas Paine, the notorious infidel, was the 
 author of the " Age of Reason " and other works. If 
 we can rely upon his biographer, James Cheetham, 
 he lived a deplorably filth}' life, and died a miser- 
 able death. This is also confirmed by Grant Thor- 
 burn, who knew him well. Mr. Paine was born in 
 Norfolk, England, 1737, and died in New York city 
 June 8, 1809, aged 72. 
 
 ^•^ Isaac P. Lang worthy was born in North Ston- 
 ington. Conn., January 19, 180G ; graduated at 
 Yale College in 1839, and at the Seminary in 1841. 
 He was settled over tlie Winnisimmet Congrega- 
 tional Church in Chelsea, November 10, 1841, and 
 dismissed November 10, 1858. It was mainly 
 through his efforts that a valuable estate was pur- 
 
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 chased on Somerset Street, Boston, which has been 
 remodelled and called the Congregational Howse, 
 where the American Board, and other religious 
 bodies, have their ofHces. 
 
 The publications of Mr. Langworthy are, a Tem- 
 perance Sermon, in 1852 ; a Pastor's Last Words to 
 his People, in 1858, and an Historical Sermon, in 
 1866. For several 3-ears Mr. L. was one of the 
 editors of the Congregational Quarterly. He is now 
 the active and efficient Secretary and Librarian of 
 the American Congregational Association. He is 
 still energetic and active, and does more laborious 
 work, we veril}'^ believe, than a half-dozen of our 
 soft-spoken, inflated, and squeamish divines. 
 
 ^ Caleb Pratt was born in Chelsea, Mass., 
 June 4, 1804. At the age of 15 he went to. Charles- 
 town, to learn the trade of a carpenter. He re- 
 mained in that city till 1848, when he returned to 
 Clielsea, where he now resides. He has been one 
 of the Overseers of the Poor, and a member of the 
 City Government. Mr. Pratt is connected with the 
 Winnisimmet Church. In all the relations of life 
 he is strictly reliable, and to a high degree generous 
 and accommodating. No better man can be found 
 in these degenerate times. 
 
 ^ RoscOK G. Greene taught school for many 
 years in Portland, and was the author of a valuable 
 PLnglish Grammar, which was long used in the 
 public schools. He was at one time Secretary of 
 the State of Maine. Mr. Greene died suddenly in 
 Portland, December, 1844, aged 44, while Surve3-or 
 of the port. 
 
 ^^ Henry Knox was born in Boston July 25, 1750, 
 and was for many years a bookseller in that town. 
 He was actively engaged in the battle of Bunker 
 Hill, and in November, 1775, was placed in com- 
 mand of the artillery. In 1776 he was made a 
 brigadier-general, and served his country during 
 the whole of the Revolutionarv AYar. He was en- 
 
NOTES. 353 
 
 gaged in the battle of Monmouth June 28, 1778, 
 and Avas made major-general in 1782. It is said 
 that General Knox first suggested the formation of 
 the Society of the Cincinnati. After the war he 
 purchased a large estate in Thomaston, Maine, 
 where he died, October 25, 1806, aged 56 3'ears. 
 His death occurred from the lodgment of a chicken- 
 bone in his windpipe. 
 
 ^ Rev. Mr. Mallalieu and Rev. Mr. Knowles 
 are two efficient clergj'men of the Methodist per- 
 suasion. A few years ago they were both settled in 
 Chelsea, Mass., and exerted a salutary influence 
 around them. 
 
 ^^ Edward Kent was born in Concord, N. H., 
 January 8, 1802, and graduated at Harvard College 
 in 1821. He settled in Bangor in the practice of law, 
 and was for two 3'ears Mayor of the cit}^ He was 
 Govenaor of Maine in 1839 and 1840. The honor- 
 ary degree of LL. D. was conferred on Mr. Kent by 
 AYaterville College, in 1855. 
 
 ^^ Thomas Whittemore is a skillful plaj-er on the 
 organ. He has been employed for several years on 
 the Sabbath by some of our evangelical churches. 
 He was born in Boston May 17, 1838, and in early 
 childhood removed to Chelsea, where he now re- 
 sides. 
 
 ^ William Ladd, the " Apostle of Peace," was 
 born in Exeter, N.H., May 10, 1778, and graduated 
 at Harvard College in 1797. For three j^ears he 
 followed the sea, sailing in one of his father's 
 vessels. A few 3'ears later he purchased a farm in 
 Minot, Maine, where he resided during his life. He 
 wrote and published several Addresses, and two 
 volumes of Essays on the subject of peace, and 
 edited the " Harbinger of Peace," and the " Calu- 
 met," magazines devoted to his favorite topic. He 
 also wrote "The Sword, or Christmas Present," 
 and " Howard and Napoleon Contrasted." He died 
 in Portsmouth, N. H., April 9, 1841, while on his 
 
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 way to Minot from the State of New York. His 
 age was 63. 
 
 From personal knowledge we can speak of Mr. 
 Ladcl as a most genial and kind-hearted man. As 
 a Christian he honored his profession. He labored 
 ardnonsly, and accomplished a great deal for the 
 cause of humanity and religion, not only by his 
 writings, but by his public addresses and his un- 
 stinted liberality. He will be affectionatel}' remem- 
 bered for generations to come. Mr. Lacld was a 
 ready and interesting public speaker. We remem- 
 ber hearing him deliver an Address to Seamen, in 
 Dr. Payson's church, in Portland. The house Avas 
 crowded, but every word he spoke was distinctly 
 heard by the large congregation. The Address was 
 printed — a cop}^ of which is before us. We have 
 been careful to preserve all Mr. Ladd's published 
 writings, which we highly value. 
 • Although we Avere quite young when we became 
 acquainted with Mr. Ladd, we could but love his 
 free and open heart — the mild and genial qualities 
 of his nature. He was always agreeable ; the very 
 life of the social circle. In imagination we hear his 
 hearty laugh, and listen to his animated conversa- 
 tion. Few men departing this life have left so 
 pleasant a ilreraory ; who will so long live in the 
 hearts of their friends. The Life of Mr. Ladd, 
 written by Rev. John Hemmenway, was published ]>y 
 the American Peace Society in 1872. 
 
 ^ Aaron Burr was a remarkably ambitious man. 
 He was Vice-President of tlie United States, and 
 lacked one vote of being President. He was en- 
 gaged in a duel with Alexander Hamilton, when the 
 latter fell mortally wounded. Mr. Burr was born 
 in Newark, N.J., February 6, 1756, and died on 
 Staten Island, September 14, 1836, aged 80. Mr. 
 B. was a grandson of the distinguished Jonathan 
 Edwards. Matthew L. Davis, who died iu New 
 York in 1850, aged 84, wrote a life of Mr. Burr. 
 
NOTES. 355 
 
 ^' Benedict Arnold was born in Norwich, Conn., 
 January 3, 1741. He was a General in the Arm}' 
 of the Revolution. He turned traitor to his country 
 and fled to England, where he died June 14, 1801, 
 aged 60. 
 
 ^ Watt and Faraday were men remarkable for 
 their ingenuity, their scientific knowledge, and their 
 philosophical discoveries. They largel}^ contributed 
 to the cause of science. James "Watt was born 
 in Greenock, England, January 19, 1736, and died 
 October 16, 1804, aged 68. 
 
 Michael Faraday was born at Newington Butts, 
 England, September 22, 1791, and died at Hampton 
 Court, August 25, 1867, aged 76. 
 
 ^ Henry M. Dexter was born in Plympton, 
 Mass., August 13, 1821 ; graduated at Yale College 
 in 1840, and at the Theological Seminary, Andover, 
 in 1844. He was pastor of the Franklin Street 
 Church, Manchester, N. H., from 1844 to 1849, and 
 of Pine Street, now Berkeley Street Congregational 
 Church, Boston, from 1845 to 1867. His publica- 
 tions are. Street Thoughts ; Twelve Discourses ; 
 Future Punishment, and Congregationalism. He 
 edited Philips' War and Mourt's Relation, and for 
 several years was one of the editors of the Congre- 
 gational Quarterly. He is now the principal editor 
 of the Congregationalist. The honorary- degree of 
 D. D. was conferred on Mr. Dexter in 1865, by a 
 college in Iowa. 
 
 ^ Charles A. Richardson is connected with the 
 Congregationalist. By his tact and talents he has 
 widely extended the circulation and influence of 
 the paper. He was born in Franklin, Mass., Oc- 
 tober 9, 1829. 
 
 ^^ Joseph A. Copp, for fifteen j-ears the faithful 
 pastor of Broadway Church, in Chelsea. He died a 
 few years ago, at the age of 65. 
 
 ^ Joseph Libby was born in Buxton, Maine, De- 
 cember 13, 1793, and learned the trade of a black- 
 
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 smith. Seriousl}' injuring himself, wliile at work, 
 so that he could not continue at his trade, he pre^ 
 pared himself for college, and graduated at Bruns- 
 wick in 1821, in the class with William Cutter, 
 Charles E. Barrett, and others. Leaving college, 
 he took charge of the High School in Portland, 
 where he continued a faithful teacher for nearly a 
 third of a century. For about the same length of 
 time Mr. Lil)by was deacon of Dr. Dwight's church, 
 and superintendent of the Sabbath school. He 
 took an active part in all meetings connected with 
 the church and society-, and in all benevolent and 
 Christian organizations. 
 
 A meeting of the past adult scholars of the High 
 School was held in Portland in Jul}', 1850, to make 
 arrangements for a public meeting, for the purpose 
 of presenting to Mr. Libby some token of their re- 
 spect and esteem. The following committee were 
 chosen : Jedediah Jewett, Charles A. Stackpole, 
 Edward Fox, John Appleton, D. C. Colesworthy, 
 Edward P. Haines, Franklin C. Moody, S. B. 
 Beckett, James Merrill. When the meeting was 
 held in August, a beautiful silver pitcher was pre- 
 sented to Mr. Libb}'. On the interesting occasion 
 Hon. John Appleton made a very appropriate and 
 interesting address, to which Mr. Libby happily 
 responded. 
 
 ]\Ir. Libb}' married a sister of Rev. Charles eTen- 
 kins, who died some 3'ears before him. Mr. L. died 
 August 27, 1871, aged 77 3-ears. 
 
 ^^ Epaphras Kibby, who died a few years ago in 
 Chelsea, Mass., at the age of nearly fifty years, had 
 quite an antiquarian taste. He collected a librarj' 
 of scarce and valuable works. His father for manj'' 
 years was a faithful minister of the gospel, and had 
 preached in nearly all the New England States. 
 
 ^ Henuy Martyn was born in Cornwall, England, 
 1781 — graduated at St. John's College, Cambridge, 
 and in 1805 sailed as a missionary to India. From 
 
NOTES. 357 
 
 India he went to Persia, where he translated the 
 New Testament into the Persian tongue, and was 
 instrumental in converting several Mahomedans to 
 Christianity. He died at Jolvat, Asia Minor, in 
 1812, aged 31, while on his way to England for the 
 restoration of his health. 
 
 ^^ Charles Henry Bell, son of the late Governor 
 Bell, was born in Chester, N. H., November 18, 
 1823, and graduated at Dartmouth College in 1844. 
 For ten years he was County Solicitor. He has 
 been a member of both branches of the Legislature ; 
 was Speaker of the House, and President of the 
 Senate. Mr. Bell has published an Address on the 
 one hundred and fiftieth Anniversarj- of the Settle- 
 ment of Londonderry, N. H. ; an Address at the 
 Dedication of the new building occupied by the 
 Genealogical Societ}' of Boston, and an Address 
 before the Members of the New Hampshire His- 
 torical Societ}', at their fiftieth anniversary-. He is 
 President of the New Hampshire Historical Society. 
 Mr. Bell now resides in Exeter, N.H. He owns 
 one of the largest private libraries in the State, to 
 which he is constantly making additions. Genial 
 and affable, Mr. Bell has a host of friends, while his 
 education and talents make his company desirable 
 and profitable to the studious and intelligent. 
 
 ^^ Richard Frothingham was born in Charles- 
 town, Mass., January 31, 1812. In 1839, 1840, 
 1842, 1849, and 1850, he was a member of the 
 Massachusetts Legislature. In 1851, 1852 and 
 1853 he was Mayor of Charlestown. For many 
 3''ears he was connected with the Boston Post. He 
 has written a History of Charlestown ; Siege of 
 Boston ; Tribute to Thomas Starr King ; Life of 
 General Joseph AYarren ; Rise of the Republic, and 
 Battle of Bunker Hill. Harvard College conferred 
 on Mr. Frothingham the honorary degree of A.M., 
 and Tufts College that of LL. D. Accomplished 
 and talented, and kind and genial in his nature, 
 
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 Mr. F. has secured the friendship of multitudes who 
 will never cease to honor him for his social virtues 
 and his large, benevolent heart. 
 
 ^^ Hiram Powers was born in Woodstock, Ver- 
 mont, July 29, 1805. In his youth he removed to 
 Ohio, and established himself in business at Cin- 
 cinnati. From a German sculptor he learned the 
 art of modelling in plaster. In 1835 he went to 
 Washington, wiiere he was employed in modelling 
 busts of distinguished persons. He afterwards 
 established himself in Florence, Ital}', where he re- 
 sided the remainder of his life. Here he produced 
 his statue of Eve, pronounced by critics to be a re- 
 markable work of art. His Greek Slave was finished 
 in 1839 ; of this several duplicates were made. The 
 bronze statue of Daniel Webster, in the grounds in 
 front of the Boston State House, is the work of Mr. 
 Powers. A son of Mr. P. married a daughter of Al- 
 ford Dyer of Portland. Mr. P. died in 1874, aged 69. 
 
 ^^ Frank A. Hill was born in Stoneham, Mass., 
 March 12, 1845. For more than two 3-ears he trav- 
 elled abroad, and on his return lectured in Boston 
 and other places, on some of the sights of the old 
 world. He makes a fine lecturer, and is a popular 
 speaker. 
 
 *'' HosEA Ilsley was born in Newbury, Mass., 
 February 25, 1799. In 1806, at the age of seven 
 3'ears, he went to Portland to reside with an uncle. 
 Here he remained till 1839, when he removed to 
 Chelsea, Mass., where he has resided for the past 
 thirty-six j-ears. He was twice chosen Mayor of 
 the latter cit}' ; has been a member of the Massa- 
 chusetts Legislature, and has also held various other 
 oflflces of trust. For the past twenty years he has 
 been connected with the Custom House in Boston. 
 Mr. Ilsley possesses a fine musical voice, and thou- 
 sands have been charmed with his vocal powers. He 
 is still active, and feels a deep interest in all govern- 
 mental affairs. 
 
NOTES. 359 
 
 *^ Benjamin P. Shillaber was born in Ports- 
 mouth, N. H., July 12, 1814; learned the trade of 
 a printer ; removed to Boston in earl}' manhood, 
 and has been connected editorially with several 
 periodicals. He is the author of Rh^-mes with Rea- 
 son and without ; Life and Sayings of Mrs. Parting- 
 ton ; Knitting Work, a Web of many Fancies ; Par- 
 tingtonian Patchwork, and Lines in Pleasant Places. 
 Several years ago Mr. Shillaber removed to Chelsea, 
 Mass., his present residence, where he is respected 
 and beloved for the social and genial qualities of 
 his heart. He possesses a rich vein of humor, and 
 makes sunshine everywhere. 
 
 ^^ George L. Osgood was born in Chelsea, Mass., 
 April 3, 1844. He possesses large musical talents. 
 He has spent several jeavs abroad perfecting him- 
 self in his favorite science. 
 
 ^^ JoHANN Strauss is a famous German musician, 
 who came to this country at the great musical exhibi- 
 tion in Boston, 1872, and delighted all who heard 
 him with his remarkable powers. 
 
 ^' AzEL Ames was born in Marshfield, Mass., Janu- 
 ary- 4, 1813 ; learned the trade of a carpenter, which 
 business he followed for many jears in Boston and 
 Chelsea. He has resided in the latter place more 
 than thirt}' 3'ears. Mr. Ames has been a member 
 of the Common Council, and has represented Chel- 
 sea in the State Legislature. For many 3-ears he 
 has been one of the active Deacons of the Central 
 Church. He isas upright and as honorable a man as 
 can be found in these degenerate times. 
 
 ^- Ira Cheever was born in Hopkinton, N. H., 
 Jul}' 20, 1798, and early removed to Danvers, Mass. 
 He taught school a third of a century. For the past 
 twent3--five years he has resided in Chelsea, and is 
 one of the Deacons of the Central Church. He has 
 been a member of the General Court. 
 
 ^'^ Edwin Carr was born in Newbuiyport, Mass., 
 April 2, 1815. He removed to Georgetown, Mass., 
 
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 where he resided upwards of twent}- years. He 
 afterwards passed seven j-ears in Lowell. He is 
 now a resident of Chelsea, Mass., where he removed 
 in 18 GO. Mr. Carr is one of the active and efficient 
 Deacons of the Central Church. 
 
 ^ Edward Killeran was for many vears one of 
 the most enterprising and successful ship-masters 
 who sailed out of Portland. He lived on the corner 
 of Wihnot and Curaberlaud street. He had an in- 
 teresting family of daughters, all of whom lived to 
 grow up and have families of their own. He died 
 in Boston October 6, 1846 aged 69 years. 
 
 ^ George N. Briggs was born in Adams, Mass., 
 April 13, 1796. He was a hatter b}' trade ; studied 
 law, and was Governor of Massachusetts from 1844 
 to 1851. The honorary degree of LL. D. was con- 
 ferred upon him by Williams College in 1844. Mr. 
 Briggs died at Pittslield, Mass., September 12, 
 1861, aged 65. 
 
 ^ Stephen Cummings was for a long period a 
 skillful physician in Portland. He had an exten- 
 sive practice. He was a humorous, whole-souled 
 man, and died in 1854, aged 80 years, much respected 
 and beloved. 
 
 ^^ Alexander Pool was born in Reading, now 
 Wakefield, Mass., July 25, 1804 ; after spending 
 seven years in learning the trade of a shoemaker, in 
 1825 he removed to Portland, Me. He afterwards 
 studied medicine, and graduated at the Brunswick 
 Medical School in 1832. He practised medicine in 
 Dennis fifteen years, and in Chelsea twenty-two 
 j-ears. In 1873 he removed to Wakefield, where he 
 now resides. 
 
 ^ Samuel J. Mills was born in Torringford, Conn., 
 April 21, 1783, and graduated at Williams College in 
 1809. In 1812 and 1813 he made a missionarj^ tour 
 to the Western States. In 1817 he was appointed 
 by the American Colonization Society- to explore the 
 coast of Africa, where he arrived in March, 1818. 
 
NOTES. 361 
 
 After two months' labor, he embarked on his return, 
 Ma}^ 22, 1818. Taking a severe cold, which was 
 succeeded by a fever, he died June 16th, and was 
 buried in the ocean. His age was 35. 
 
 ^'^ Andrew L. Stone was born in Oxford, Conn., 
 November 25, 1815, and graduated at Yale College 
 in 1837. In September, 184-1, he was ordained pas- 
 tor of a church in Middletown, Conn. In January, 
 1849, he became pastor of the Park Street Church, 
 Boston, where he remahied sixteen years. He is 
 now settled in San Francisco, Cal. He has pub- 
 lished several sermons and addresses, and a volume 
 of his discourses was published soon after he left 
 Boston, by the request of his former parishioners. 
 
 *^" Mark Graves was born in Salisbury, Mass., 
 February 27, 1822. In 1835 he removed to New- 
 bur^-port, and made preparations to stud}', with a 
 view of entering college. •Disapi)ointed in obtaining 
 a liberal education, he went to Boston in 1841, and 
 entered a boot and shoe establishment. In 1844 he 
 removed to Providence, R. I., Avhere he remained 
 three 3'ears. In 1847 he returned to Boston, and in 
 1852 became a resident of Chelsea, where he remains 
 engaged in the boot and shoe trade. Mr. Graves has 
 been a member of the Common Council. He is con- 
 nected with the Central Church. Mr. Graves is a 
 pleasant and interesting speaker. A few years ago 
 he delivered an address in Chelsea on the early min- 
 isters of Boston, which was well received and highly 
 complimented b}' the public. 
 
 ''' Eustace C. Fitz was born in Haverhill, Mass., 
 February 5, 1833. When quite young, he removed 
 to Chelsea, Mass., and graduated at the High School. 
 He was chosen Mayor of the city in 1864, and served 
 three years. Previously he was President of the Com- 
 mon Council. He was a Representative to the Gen- 
 eral Court in 1873 and 1874. In 1875 he was elected 
 Senator. Mr. Fitz is a gentleman of rare personal 
 qualities. He is ever ready to assist the fallen, and 
 
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 is a strong friend to temperance and every Christian 
 virtue. He has long been Superintendent of the 
 Sabbath school coiuiected with the Carey Avenue 
 Church in Chelsea. 
 
 ^^ Nathan Bangs was born in Stratford, Conn., 
 May 2, 1778. He was originally a school-master, 
 but afterwards turned his attention to the ministrj'. 
 For seven or eight j'cars he preached in Canada. 
 In 1820 he was chosen agent of the Methodist Book 
 Concern in New York, and in 1828 was elected Edi- 
 tor of the Christian Advocate and Journal. He was 
 the author of a Life of Garretson ; Life of Arminius ; 
 History of the Methodist Episcopal Church, and 
 several other works. Mr. Bangs died in New York 
 city May 1, 1862, aged 74. 
 
 ^ Samuel Deane was born in Dedham, Mass., 
 August 10, 1733, according to the town records, 
 and graduated at Harvard in 1760. On the 17th of 
 October, 1764, he was ordained as colleague with 
 Rev. Thomas Smith, pastor of the first church in 
 Portland. In 1795, upon the death of Mr. Smith, 
 Mr. Deane became sole pastor of the church. Dr. 
 Deane once loaned a sum of monc}" to Rev. Mr. 
 Miltimore, of Falmouth, which he found it diffi- 
 cult to collect. One day the parson called upon the 
 Doctor, and his first salutation was, " Mr. Deane, 
 are j'ou prepared to die?" The old Doctor re- 
 sponded in a tone of severity, which the parson 
 never forgot : " Mr. Miltimore, are you prepared to 
 pay that note, so long overdue ? " 
 
 In his public prayers, as the Doctor varied but 
 little in the language used, it was not difficult for 
 members of his congregation to repeat his petitions. 
 On communion da3S he invariably expressed him- 
 self thus : " The nearer we come to thee, O Lord, 
 the better — the nearest of all the best of all." The 
 young people caught his favorite expression, and 
 when in the company' of tlieir friends, it was com- 
 mon to hear the Doctor's language repeated, to their 
 
NOTES. 363 
 
 no little merriment. Mr. Deane was the author of 
 the New England Farmer, which passed through 
 several editions, and Pitchwood Hill, a poem of 
 about a dozen pages. 
 
 Mr. Deane died November 12, 1814, aged 81 
 3-ears, after a long pastorage of fifty 3'ears. 
 
 *^ Isaac Stebbins was born in Stamford, Conn., 
 October 3, 1817. About thirt}' years ago he re- 
 moved to Chelsea, Mass., where he now resides. 
 He is President of the First National Banlc. He 
 was Chairman of the Board of Selectmen for the 
 town from 1848 to 1850, and an Alderman in 1866 
 and 1868. He was chosen to the General Court in 
 1874. Mr. Stebbins is an enterprising gentleman, 
 and has done much towards building up his adopted 
 town. Our acquaintance with Mr. Stebbins com- 
 menced some quarter of a century ago. We called 
 upon him relative to a house he had to let. He told 
 us the terms, and we agreed to take it. "Do you 
 wish for a recommendation ? " we inquired. " No ! " 
 he replied. " I have read your articles in the Olive 
 Branch." Who would believe that giving i)ublicity 
 to one's thoughts would have a tendenc}^ to establish 
 his character? So it proved in this case, and we 
 departed pleased and grateful. 
 
 ^ Samuel P. Fowler was born in Danvers, Mass., 
 where he has alwa^-s resided, April 22, 1800. For 
 many years he has been one of the Deacons of the 
 Congregational Church. He has held all the offices 
 in the gift of the town, and was appointed one of the 
 Trustees, during life, of the fund given to the town 
 of Danvers, by the late George Peabody, Esq. Mr. 
 Fowler was chosen to the Massachusetts Legislature 
 in 1837, 1838 and 1839, and was a member of the 
 Convention for revising the Constitution of Massa- 
 chusetts in 1853. Although Mr. Fowler has been 
 through life devoted to secular business, having 
 learned a tanner's trade, he has given much time 
 to literary pursuits, and is the owner of a fine 
 
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 libraiy of scarce and valualjle books. He has ed- 
 ited an edition of tlie Salem Witchcraft, adding 
 man}' interesting and vakiable notes — written the 
 Life and Character of Samuel Parris, originall}' 
 given in a Lecture before the Essex Institute, and 
 prepared man}^ articles for the Essex Historical 
 Collections. He has also given much attention to 
 Botany, and has a valuable collection of Botanical 
 "works, many of which he has imported. A man of 
 enterprise and Christian spirit, Mr. Fowler has won, 
 as he richly deserves, the confidence and respect of 
 all his townsmen. 
 
 ^ Asa Gray was born in Paris, N. Y., November 
 18, 1810, and graduated at the Fairfield Medical 
 College in 1831. In 1842 he was chosen Professor 
 of Natural Histor}' in Harvard College. Mr. Gray 
 has delivered three courses of Lectures at the Lowell 
 Institute, and is the author of several works on Bot- 
 any, which are extensively' used as text-books in our 
 schools and colleges. The honorary degree of Doc- 
 tor of Laws was conferred on Mr. Gray in 1860 by 
 Hamilton College. 
 
 '^'^ JoHX Howard, a distinguished philanthropist, 
 was born at Clapton, in the parish of Hackne}', a 
 village adjoining London, in the j-ear 1727. He 
 spent a fortune in endeavoring to ameliorate the 
 condition of the unfortunate and the criminal. With 
 this end in view, he visited the provinces of England, 
 France, Germany, Holland, Itah', Spain, Portugal, 
 and Tnrke}'. He published several works, giving an 
 account of his labors and observations relative to 
 the prisons he had visited. Mr. Hov;ard died at 
 Cherson, a Russian settlement on the Black Sea, 
 from a fever caught while pursuing his benevolent 
 object, January 20, 1790, aged 63. 
 
 '^ John B. Gough was born in Sandgate, Kent 
 County, England, August 22, 1817. His parents 
 were poor. He came to this countrj' at the age of 
 twelve years, and worked on a farm in New York 
 
NOTES. 365 
 
 State. In 1831 he worked at book-lDuiding in New 
 York cit}'. He was unsteady in his habits, and 
 often visited the worst grogsliops, where he spent 
 his evenings with miserable companions, often suf- 
 fering witli delirium treriiens. He lost his wife and 
 child by death, and when reduced by want and 
 miser}-, he was met in the street b}^ a Quaker, 
 who persuaded him to attend a temperance meeting 
 and sign the pledge. He told his affecting storj', 
 deeply interesting the audience, and from that time 
 became an acceptable and eloquent speaker. He 
 has labored in this country and in Europe, calling 
 out large audiences, who are delighted and entranced 
 by his natural eloquence. Mr. Gough has published 
 his Autobiography in an octavo volume. He now 
 resides in Massachusetts. 
 
 ®^ Edwin Thompson was born in L3'nn, Mass., 
 Jul}^ 23, 1809. He has devoted nearly his whole 
 life to the cause of temperance, and has been the 
 means of incalculable good by his various addresses 
 and speeches. He is alwa3-s ready to speak a word 
 of kindness to the inebriate, and a scathing word of 
 reproof to those who continue to traffic in intoxicat- 
 ing drinks. He now resides in East Walpole, Mass. 
 
 ™ Neal Dow was born in Portland, March 20, 
 1804. He has been a strenuous advocate of the 
 cause of temperance for many 3'ears, and has lec- 
 tured acceptably in this counky and In Europe on 
 his favorite topic. Mr. Dow was appointed a Brig- 
 adier General, April 28, 18G2, and did good service 
 for his countr}' during the latQ rebellion. He was 
 taken prisoner near Fort Hudson in July, 1863. 
 Mr. Dow has represented his native city in the 
 Legislature, and was for two or three years Mayor 
 of Portland. In June, 1875, he returned from a two 
 years' lecturing tour in England, and the citizens of 
 Portland gave him a public reception. 
 
 Josiah Dow, father of Neal, was born in Seabrook, 
 N. H., September 2, 1766 — earl}- removed to Port- 
 
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 land, and died there June 1, 1801, aged 94 3'ears 
 and nine niontlis. He was a raeuiber of the Society 
 of Friends, and a most excellent man. 
 
 " John Bent was born in Paris, Me., March 12, 
 1809. He learned the trade of a printer. In 1839 
 he went to Chelsea, where he resided till Ma}-, 1872, 
 when he removed to Auburndale, his present resi- 
 dence. Mr. Bent was two years a member of the 
 Massachusetts Legislature, and has also held several 
 municipal offices. For several years he issued the 
 Chelsea Director3% For a large portion of his life 
 Mr. Bent has been an active member of a Christian 
 church. 
 
 ''^ William Kidd was the son of a Scotch Non- 
 conformist minister, and in earl}- life followed the 
 sea. He became a pirate, and was executed for his 
 crimes at London, May 24, 1701. 
 
 " Benjamin Lundy was born of Quaker parents, 
 in Handwich, N. J., January 4, 1789. He was 
 an earnest advocate for the emancipation of the 
 slaves, and labored long and arduously to this 
 end. In January, 1822, he established the Genius 
 of Universal Emancipation in Baltimore, an able anti- 
 slavery paper, which was continued several years. 
 At one time Mr. Garrison was associated with him 
 in conducting this periodical. 
 
 In 1828 Mr. Lundy came to New England to lec- 
 ture on the subject of slavery and emancipation. 
 On July 10th he spoke in the Second Church in 
 Portland. Although we were then quite young, we 
 felt an interest in his mission, and heard with plea- 
 sure and profit his earnest discourse, delivered to a 
 small congregation. We soon became acquainted 
 with Mr. Lundy, and found him to be a mild, social, 
 and very intelligent Christian gentleman. He felt 
 pleased to find one who sympathized with him in his 
 labors, even though he was inexperienced and had 
 but little influence at the time. He knew he would 
 grow. Mr. Lundy was small in stature, and a little 
 
NOTES. 367 
 
 deaf; but he had a large soul, and labored arduoush' 
 to benefit the suffering and oppressed. He died in 
 Lowell, Illinois, February 22, 1839, aged 50 years. 
 
 ^^ John G. Whittier was born in Haverhill, Mass., 
 December 17, 1807. From his earliest 3'ears he advo- 
 cated the abolition of slavery, and wrote many bold 
 and stirring poems on the subject of emancipation, 
 which have been collected and published in his 
 works, consisting of more than a dozen volumes. 
 When quite young we met Mr. W. at the house of 
 Nathan Winslow, a noted Quaker in Portland, where 
 a few abolitionists were invited to a social gathering. 
 Alas ! since that day Friend Winslow's family have 
 * all been swept away hy death, with the exception of 
 one daughter who resides in Massachusetts ; and all 
 the invited guests, with the exception of Mr. Whit- 
 tier and m_yself, now slumber in the grave. 
 
 ^^ Wendell Phillips was born in Boston, Novem- 
 ber 9, 1811, and graduated at Harvard College in 
 1831. For many j^ears he has been an abolitionist, 
 and written largely and lectured frequentl}- on the 
 subject of slavery and emancipation. He has also 
 lectured on temperance and other moral subjects, in 
 various portions of the Union. He is one of our 
 best public speakers, and always commands a large ■ 
 audience when he lectures. A volume of his speeches 
 has been published. 
 
 ''^ Nathaniel Emmons was born at East Haddam, 
 Conn., April 12, 1745, and graduated at Yale Col- 
 lege in 1767. He was pastor of the Congregational 
 Church in Franklin, Mass., from 1773 to 1827 — a 
 period of fifty-four years. Six volumes of his works 
 have been published. Mr. Emmons died September 
 23, 1840, aged 95. 
 
 " Andrew Reed, a celebrated English divine, was 
 born November 27, 1787, and died in 1862, after a 
 pastorate of fifty years. Mr. Reed was a very be- 
 nevolent and philanthropic man. He visited this 
 country, in connection with Rev. James Matheson, 
 
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 in 1834, and on his return published an account of 
 his visit in an interesting work of two vohunes. 
 
 "^ Samuel Fessenden, son of Rev. William Fes- 
 senden, Avas born in Fr^-eburg, Maine, July 16, 1784. 
 He graduated at Dartmouth College in 1806, and 
 studied law in the office of Judge Dana. In 1809 
 he opened an office in New Gloucester. In 1822 he 
 removed to Portland, and formed a connection in 
 business with Thomas A. Deblois, which was un- 
 broken for more than thirty j-ears. Mr. Fessenden 
 was a man of large benevolence and great kindness 
 of heart. He ever advocated the cause of the poor 
 and oppressed. In 1841 he was the anti-slavery can- 
 didate for Governor of Maine. When there were few 
 abolitionists, and the cause was unpopular, General 
 Fessenden nobly came forward and advocated the 
 rights of the colored people. We remember dis- 
 tinctly the opposition he met with, and the Chris- 
 tian spirit he manifested towards the opposers of 
 justice and right. 
 
 The first anti-slavery meeting held in Maine was 
 in Portland in 1832, in the old State House. The 
 General was President of the meeting, while we 
 acted as Secretary'. We were pleased not long 
 since to find a copy of the printed circular that was 
 issued at the time, with both of our names attached 
 to the document. It is a sheet we now prize highly. 
 
 We have reason to esteem the General ; for, when 
 quite 3'oung, he volunteered his services to defend 
 us before the members of a religious bod}', with 
 which he was also connected, who took offence at 
 our course in printing a weekl}' paper for a minister 
 of another denomination. He pleaded for us elo- 
 quentl}^ and used such pleasant and affectionate 
 words in our behalf, and expressed himself so 
 strongly attached to us, that Ave shall never forget 
 his kindness, nor cease to revere his memory. From 
 that day to his death, which occurred March 19, 
 1869, at the age of 84 years and eight months, he 
 
NOTES. 369 
 
 was our sincere and faithful friend. The honorary 
 degree of LL. D. was conferred on Mr. Fessenden 
 by Bowdoin College in 1846. A fine portrait of the 
 General hangs in our chamber — to be our com- 
 panion as long as we live. Mr. F. was the father 
 of Hon. William Pitt Fessenden, a Senator to Con- 
 gress from Maine, who died in Portland, September 
 8, 1869, aged 63. 
 
 ^^ Nathaniel Deering, son of the late James 
 Deering, is a native of Portland, Me., and a gradu- 
 ate of Harvard College. He has written " Carrabas- 
 set" and other plaj's, and quite a number of humor- 
 ous tales, which have been published in various 
 periodicals, and been exceedingly popular. He is 
 also the author of several fine poems. Many of his 
 pithy articles appeared in the Portland Gazette and 
 the Portland Tribune — to which papers he was a 
 contributor. Mr. Deering is a lawyer b}'' profession, 
 and some years ago opened an office in Skowhegan, 
 Me. He soon returned to his native place, where he 
 continues to reside. It is many years since we have 
 seen his genial face, but we hope once more to take 
 him b}^ the hand before we die. 
 
 ^ Enoch Lincoln was born in Worcester, Mass., 
 December 28, 1788, and settled as a law3-er in Frye- 
 burg. Me., but removed to Paris in 1819. He was 
 a Member of Congress from 1818 to 1826, and Gov- 
 ernor of Maine in 1827, 1828 and 1829. Mr. Lin- 
 coln was the author of " The Village," a poem of 
 much merit, and he delivered a poem in Fryeburg at 
 the centennial celebration of Lovewell's Fight. He 
 died at Augusta, Me., October 8, 1829, aged 39. 
 
 ^^ Henry Wilson is Vice-President of the United 
 States. He was born in Farmington, N. H., Feb- 
 ruary 16, 1812, has been a member of the State 
 Legislature, a United States Senator, and faithfully 
 discharged all the duties imposed upon him. For 
 many years he has resided in Natick, Mass. His 
 life, written by Rev. Elias Nason, was published in 
 24 
 
370 NOTES. 
 
 1872. Could we find a bettor man to serve as Presi- 
 dent of the United States ? 
 
 ^'^ Charles Sumxer was born in Boston, January' 
 6, 1811, and graduated at Harvard. He was a mem- 
 ber of the United States Senate nearly twenty 3'ears, 
 and an able defender of the rights of man. The last 
 time we saw Mr. S. was November 20, 1873. He 
 appeared better in health than he had been for years. 
 He was animated in his conversation, and among 
 other topics spoke of his library as containing many 
 valuable books. He mentioned one volume he very 
 highl}' prized, which he had obtained in England — 
 that was once owned by John Dryden, and con- 
 tained an autograph of the poet. A short time pre- 
 viously' Mr. S. wrote his name in an album in our 
 possession, after penning the following character- 
 istic sentiment : " The duty of our party is always 
 to stand by the nation in its unity and by the people 
 in their rights." 
 
 Mr. Sumner died in Washington, March 11, 1874, 
 aged 63 years. He was buried from King's Chapel, 
 Boston, March 16 — a large concourse of people 
 attended his funeral. He was interred at Mount 
 Auburn. The honorary- degree of LL. D. was con- 
 ferred on Mr. Sumner by Harvard College in 1859. 
 
 ^ Charles A. Stackpole was born in Portland, 
 Me., September 13, 1809, and was brought up in 
 mercantile life. He is a man of undoubted ability, 
 and a ready, popular speaker. He earl}' entered 
 the anti-slavery ranks, and has been through life a 
 consistent abolitionist — never hesitating to express 
 his convictions before the world. He has also been 
 a strong temperance advocate, and lectured fre- 
 quently on the subject before large audiences. For 
 some time he was the able editor of the Echo, a tem- 
 perance paper, published in Portland. Mr. Stack- 
 pole has written much for the public press, but his 
 extreme aversion to notoriety has kept him and his 
 doings in the shade. He is capable of filling almost 
 
NOTES. 371 
 
 any office in the gift of tlie people, and in fact has 
 had kicrative positions offered him from distinguislied 
 men, but has utterly- refused them — preferring the 
 pleasures of retirement. Mr. S. is now residing in 
 Goshen, Mass. 
 
 ^ John W. Chickering was the faithful pastor of 
 the High Street Church, Portland, for nearly a third 
 of a century. He was born in Woburn, Mass., 
 March 19, 1808. Before going to Portland, he was 
 settled in Bolton five j'ears. He is now an agent 
 of the Old Massachusetts Temperance Societ}', and 
 is doing a good service by his speeches and lectures. 
 
 Mr. C. is the author of " Sermons on the Deca- 
 logue," and the " Hill-Side Church," besides several 
 single sermons, and a great many articles contrib- 
 uted to religious papers. 
 
 ^ Caleb D. Bradlee was born in Boston, Febru- 
 ary 24, 1831, and graduated at Harvard College, 
 1852. He is pastor of the Christian Unity Society 
 in Boston, and a man of fine literary taste. Mr. B. 
 has written much for the public press, and several 
 of his sermons have been printed. Few men pass a 
 more useful and happ}- life than Mr. B. He is never 
 idle. His study and his various benevolent calls 
 take up a large portion of his time. He will leave 
 his impress on the age. 
 
 ^ Capt. James Cook, the celebrated navigator, 
 was born in Yorkshire, England, November 3, 1728. 
 He was killed b}' the natives of Owhyhee on tlie 14th 
 of Februar}', 1779, aged 50 3-ears. His voyages have 
 been frequently published and extensively read. 
 
 *" Alexander Selkirk, tlie original of Defoe's 
 Robinson Crusoe, was a sailor, born at Largo, in 
 Scotland, about 1670. In 1704 he was put on 
 shore at the island of Juan Fernandez, where he 
 remained till 1709, when he was taken off by a 
 British vessel. 
 
 ^ John Jacob Astor was born in Waldorf, Ger- 
 many, July 17, 1763. He followed the sea, and in 
 
372 NOTES. 
 
 early life established himself in New York, where 
 b}^ successes in business, and in the purchase of real 
 estate, he accumulated a large fortune. He was the 
 founder of the Astor Library, Mr. A. died in New 
 York, March 29, 1848, aged 84. 
 
 ^^ Gen. Joseph Warren was a distinguished 
 American officer, who fell mortally wounded at 
 the battle of Bunker Ilill, June 17, 1775. He was 
 born in Roxburj-, June 11, 1741. His age was 34. 
 The "Life and Times of Warren" has been pub- 
 lished, written by Richard Frothingham, LL. D. 
 
 * The old inhabitants of Portland will remem- 
 ber this singular character, who on high da^'s was 
 famous for making speeches to the amusement of 
 red-faced men and gawk}^ bo3's. 
 
 ^^ Mellen Chamberlain was born in Pembroke, 
 N. H., June 4, 1821, graduated at Dartmouth Col- 
 lege in 1844, and soon after removed to Chelsea, 
 Mass., where he now resides. Mr. C. is a lawyer 
 b}' profession, and a few years ago was appointed 
 Judge of the Municipal Court in Boston. The 
 Judge has one of the best collections of autographs 
 in the countr}-, and is also the owner of a splendid 
 library-. In April, 1875, Mr. C. started on a trip 
 across the Atlantic. 
 
 ^'- A writer has of late appeared in the Hartford 
 Churchman, who is evident!}' quite young and inex- 
 perienced — vealish, we might with propriet}' say, 
 and well deserves the castigations he has received 
 from the public press. John Neal, alluding to a 
 criticism on a recent work, thus speaks of him : 
 " Your Churchman is an ass. He contradicts him- 
 self, and the very extracts he gives are a refutation 
 of what he says. A preposterous blockhead, with 
 no more sense of what constitutes poetry — and 
 there are all sorts of poetry to be found — than a 
 'mousing owl.'" 
 
 ^ James Q. Gilmore was born in Swanville, Me., 
 November 2, 1830. He has long been the faithful 
 
NOTES. 373 
 
 and efficient superintendent of the Sabbath school 
 connected with the Central Church in Chelsea, Mass. 
 B3' his unwearied labors he has made the school one 
 of the largest and most useful in the State. 
 
 ^ Thomas W. Nowers was born in Dover, Eng- 
 land, March 25, 1822. For nearly twenty- 3-ears he 
 has resided in Chelsea, Mass., where he is greatl}' 
 respected for his social and Christian virtues. He 
 is connected with the Central Church and Societ}-. 
 
 ^ Joel Hall, son of Jedediah Hall, was born in 
 that part of Falmouth which was known as Pis- 
 cataqua, December 5, 1775. In early life he re- 
 moved to Portland, where for man}' years he was 
 an enterprising and successful merchant. His house 
 was in the easterly section of Cumberland street, 
 and for a long period it was the only brick house 
 on the street. He died May 1, 1851, aged 74. 
 John Neal, Esq., married a daughter of Mr. Hall. 
 
 ^ John Carr was born in Portland, Me., March 
 3, 1769. He was from earl}- life connected with a 
 Christian church, and lived a humble, unostenta- 
 tious life — gaining the respect and love of his 
 fellow-men. He died Januar}'- 21, 1845, aged 75. 
 
 ^ John Sale was born in that part of Chelsea, 
 now Revere, Mass., November 27, 1820. For mau}^ 
 years he has prepared the Director}' for Chelsea and 
 other places, and is well known for his correctness 
 in recording names and giving residences and places 
 of business. He has been long connected with the 
 Winnisimmet Church in Chelsea. 
 
 ^ Salmon Chase was born in Cornish, N. H., in 
 1761, and graduated at Dartmouth College in 1785. 
 He studied law with Judge Sherburne of New Hamp- 
 shire, after which he established himself in Portland, 
 where he remained, an able lawj-er, till his death, 
 which occurred in 1806, at the age of 45 years. 
 Mr. C. was an uncle of the late Salmon Portland 
 Chase, Secretary of the Treasury of the United 
 States. 
 
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 ^ Robert Treat Paine was born in Boston, 
 March 11, 1731, and graduated at Harvard Col- 
 lege in 1749. He was one of the signers of the 
 Declaration of Independence. Mr, Paine was a 
 Judge of tlie Massachusetts Superior Court from 
 1790 to 1804. Harvard conferred upon him the 
 honorar}' degree of LL. D. He died in Boston, 
 May 11, 1814, aged 83. 
 
 A son of the above, b}' the same name, was born 
 in Taunton, Mass., December 9, 1773, and gradu- 
 ated at Harvard College in 1792. He was the 
 author of " Adams and Libert}-," and several other 
 songs, that were very popular at the time thej' were 
 written. His writings were collected and published 
 in 1812. Mr. Paine died in Boston, November 13, 
 1811, aged 38. 
 
 ^"•^ Timothy Flint was born in Reading, Mass., 
 Julv 11, 1780, and graduated at Harvard College in 
 1800. He was settled as a Congregational minister 
 in Lunenburg, Mass., and in 1815 went as a mis- 
 sionar}' to the Mississippi Valle}-. He died in 
 Salem^ Mass., August 16, 1840, aged 60 years. 
 
 Alonzo H. Quint, an orthodox divine, was born 
 in Barnstead, N.H., March 22, 1828. For several 
 years he was pastor of a church in New Bedford. 
 
 1'^^ Joseph M. Gerrish was born in Durham, Me., 
 March 24, 1783. A poor boy, he found his way to 
 Portland, and was soon employed in the office of 
 Judge Samuel Freeman, who was then Clerk of the 
 Court. In 1807 he was appointed Deputy Sheriff by 
 John Waite, who held his office of Sheriff of Cum- 
 berland County for a period of thirt^^-four years. 
 Mr. Gerrish was appointed Jailer by Colonel Hun- 
 newell, and was continued in office by his successor. 
 Colonel Foxcroft, although opposed to him in poli- 
 tics. From 1812 to 1824, Mr. G. was collector of 
 taxes for the town, and treasurer and collector frorq 
 1823 to 1825. In 1831 he was chosen a Representa- 
 tive to the Legislature. He was subsequently an 
 
NOTES. 375 
 
 Alderman of the city. For a period of eleven yearfg, 
 from Januar}^ 1, 1837, to December 31, 1847, Mr. 
 G-., in connection with liis son-in-law, William E. 
 Edwards,* was publisher of the Portland Dail}-- 
 Advertiser, which position he relinquished on ac- 
 count of failing health. 
 
 From the well known benevolent character and 
 eminent ability of Mr. Gerrish, he was often so- 
 licited by the old residents of Portland, and by 
 widows and orphans, to settle their intricate affairs, 
 or to act as administrator of their estates, which 
 in numberless cases he attended to, declining to re- 
 ceive any pay for his services. When our good 
 friend, the late David Buxton, one of the kindest 
 and most conscientious men, became reduced in his 
 circumstances, Mr. Gerrish was the first person who 
 came forward to head a subscription list, to raise 
 money and lift the mortgage on his homestead. 
 
 An old gentleman proposed to erect a small house 
 on a lot of land through which the cit}' contemplated 
 laying out a street. Mr. Gerrish kindly informed 
 the man that where he proposed to build, was over 
 the line of the street, and that in case he built his 
 house he would be obliged to remove it. The old 
 gentleman consulted a neighbor, who told him that 
 " Mr. G. had better mind his own business," and 
 advised him to go ahead and build. He did so, and 
 the result was the poor man was under the necessity 
 of removing his house. Mr. Gerrish immediately 
 
 * William E. Edwards was born in Boston, May 22, 
 1804. He was a son of Colonel Thomas Edwards, of 
 Revolutionary fame, a graduate of Harvard College in 
 1771, who served as Judge Advocate General during the 
 war, and who died in Boston, August 4, 1806, aged 53. 
 In early youth, William removed to Portland with his 
 mother, learned the trade of a printer, and was one of the 
 proprietors of the Portland Gazette and Daily Advertiser 
 for more than twenty years. His wife, Adeline Gerrish, 
 died January 11, 1875. Mr. Edwards has been connected 
 with the Custom House for a long period. 
 
376 NOTES. 
 
 headed a subscription list in aid of the old gentle- 
 man. How man}', under similar circumstances, would 
 have done as nobly ? Mr. G. has frequently settled 
 bankrupt estates, and where the men were really un- 
 fortunate and poor, has given his commissions to 
 their families. 
 
 Mr. Gerrish, in all the offices he sustained, was 
 judicious and faithful ; an upright, true and honest 
 man ; remarkabl}^ kind and accommodating to the 
 unfortunate' — especiall}' in those trying years whilst 
 he was Deputy Sheriff, from 1812 to 1815, during 
 our war with England, when so many found it ex- 
 tremely difficult to get employment and pay their 
 honest debts. Mr. Gerrish died April 29, 1853, 
 aged 70 3'ears. 
 
 ^"- Henry A. Clark was born in Boston, May 7, 
 1833. He possesses quite a mechanical genius. He 
 has patented several articles which have proved 
 greatly beneficial, but none more so than the valu- 
 able water-proof fabric, which so nearly resembles 
 leather, that it is extensively used by manufacturers 
 of shoes and other articles. 
 
 ^•'^ Alonzo C. Tenney was born in Boston, Novem- 
 ber 13, 1833, and resides in Chelsea, Mass. He is 
 intelligent, benevolent where he takes, and a true 
 Christian, we trust, who has already made a de- 
 cidedly favorable impression in the community 
 where he resides. He is connected with the Cen- 
 tral Church, and is an effective worker on the School 
 Committee. With no opposition in his schemes of 
 Christian enterprise and benevolence, he will work 
 wonders. 
 
 ^"^ Samuel Fothergill Hussey was born in Ber- 
 wick, Maine, October 28, 1755. He was of Quaker 
 parentage, and remained a devoted Friend to the 
 close of his long life. He earlj' removed to Port- 
 land, and for man}' years was an active merchant 
 and wharfinger. He lived on the corner of School 
 and Back street, and had a large garden connected 
 
NOTES. 377 
 
 with his house. As the public scliool-liouse lot joined 
 his premises, the thoughtless bo^-s would often pur- 
 loin his fruit, to his great annoyance. But the good 
 old man was kind to all, and seldom suffered his 
 temper to get the mastery of him. The house he 
 occupied was destroyed by the great fire of 1866. 
 About the j-ear 1820 he wrote a book in reply to 
 Rev. Asa Rand's " AYord in Season," a copy of 
 which we have preserved. IMr. Hussey died April 
 4, 1837, in his 82d 3-ear. 
 
 1U5 Pj^ter Hall was born in Falmouth, Me., June 
 1, 1774, and early removed to Portland, where for 
 many j'cars he was an active and efficient constable. 
 He lived on Cumberland, corner of Myrtle street. 
 Mr. Hall died in 1835, aged 61 years. 
 
 106 "VYiLLiAM PoLLEYS was a police officer, a tall, 
 portl}' man, who was chosen yearly by the citizens 
 of Portland, to look after the interests of the town. 
 Whenever any mischief was brewing, the cry was, 
 " Look out for Polleys ! " The boys, particularly, 
 trembled at his approach — especially if they were 
 detected in throwing stones or playing ball on the 
 public streets. If a man was found smoking a pipe 
 or a cigar on the highway's by Mr. P., he was at 
 once fined one dollar — such being the wholesome 
 law of the olden time, when our fathers loved to 
 breathe the pure air of heaven — not poisoned by 
 the fumes of a vile narcotic. Mr. Polleys lived on 
 Washington, near the head of Cumberland street. 
 He was born June 13, 1762, and died March 19, 
 1830, aged 67 3-ears. 
 
 ^"^ John Butler was born in Newbur}', Mass., in 
 1732, and early removed to Portland, where he 
 accumulated a handsome property-. Misfortune fell 
 upon him — he lost his property — several children 
 were removed by death — reason was dethroned, 
 and he became a wanderer about the streets — a 
 harmless maniac. He died in AYestbrook, Me., De- 
 cember, 1827, aged 95 years, leaving no relatives. 
 
378 NOTES. 
 
 ^°^ King Bose, of African descent, was born in 
 Portland in 1806. A general favorite among the 
 3'oiitli of his time, he often accompanied them on 
 their pleasant excursions, and joined with them in 
 their innocent sports. He lived on Wilmot street. 
 He died at sea when quite a j'oung man. 
 
 ^•^^ Fifty or sixty j-ears ago there were few houses, 
 and no streets, east of Cumberland street, in Port- 
 land. Each owner had his land fenced off, and this 
 portion of the town was called the Back Fields, 
 where the boys often resorted to fl}-' their kites in 
 summer, and coast in winter. We learn that streets 
 have been laid out in this section of the town, and 
 that many elegant buildings have been erected. 
 
 "** Munjoy's Hill is a large promontor}' in Port- 
 land, where the people collected on high da3-s to see 
 the sights, spend their mone}', and amuse them- 
 selves and their children. From this hill one has a 
 fine view of the town, the harbor, and the distant 
 islands. 
 
 "^ Hog Island is a beautiful place in Casco Bay, 
 where pleasure parties often resort in the summer 
 season. After fishing, they run into a delightful 
 cove on the island, cook their fish, and partake of 
 chowder and refreshments. Our friend Beckett has 
 named the place Diamond Island, and written a fine 
 poem that will make it remembered. 
 
 "^ Moose Alley was a narrow lane which ran 
 from Middle street to Fore street, in Portland. 
 The entrance on Middle street was but a few feet 
 wide. The allc}^ has been enlarged, and takes the 
 name of Chatham street. Clay Cove was but a 
 short distance southeast of the alle}'. That also, we 
 learn, has been filled up since we were in the city. 
 
 ^^'■^ Moses Hall, a brother of Joel and Peter Hall, 
 was born in Falmouth, Me., June 5, 1784. For 
 several j-ears he taught the public school in Port- 
 land, located on Back street, opposite the Third 
 Church. Being one of his pupils, we remember him 
 
NOTES. 379 
 
 as an excellent teaclier and a kind-lieavted gentle- 
 man. Wc shall never forget, one day at school, 
 when a child of six or seven 3'ears, he gently put- 
 his hand upon our head, as he smiled and encour- 
 aged us in some difficult task. We loved him as 
 long as he lived, and felt no little sorrow when he 
 passed awa}'. He died in Westbrook, Me., Novem- 
 ber 7, 1848, aged 64, leaving two or three children, 
 one of whom married the late Freeman Bradford, 
 Esq. Mr. Hall lived for many years on Wilmot, a 
 little below Cumberland street. 
 
 "* William Sheaf was born in Portland, Septem- 
 ber 14, 1807, and lived at the foot of Moose Alley. 
 He died September 18, 1848, aged 41. He was a 
 kind neighbor and a good citizen. 
 
 Henry B. Burns was born in Portland, April 28, 
 1807. He lived on the corner of Middle and Deer 
 street. He learned a mechanical trade and became 
 an industrious and worthy man — respected by all 
 who knew him. Mr. Burns died September 5, 
 1866, aged 59 years. 
 
 "^ Deering's Woods is a large tract of land in 
 the Avestern part of Portland, covered with a fine 
 growth of trees. It is owned by the heirs of the 
 late James Deering. It is a beautiful place. We 
 trust it ma}^ never be disturbed. 
 
 "•^ James Crie was born in Portland, November 
 29, 1806. He has been a member of the Common 
 Council. He is now connected with the Custom 
 House. For many 3'ears he was a Deacon of the 
 Third Church — over which the late Dr. Dwight 
 was pastor for a third of a centur}-. In the so- 
 cial relations of life Mr. Crie is all that could be 
 desired — prompt, sincere, faithful, Christian. Few 
 men have been more respected and beloved. 
 
 "" William Hans was a Revolutionary soldier, 
 often seen in the streets of Portland, half a cen- 
 tuiy ago. Occasionall}' he was overtaken b}' strong 
 drink, and then his good nature was disturbed by 
 
380 NOTES. 
 
 the boys. Nothing that was said would have a 
 greater tendency to excite the angry feelings of the 
 A'eteran, than the exckxmation, "Washington behind 
 the stump ! " The old gentleman would immediately 
 turn about, chase the bo3'S, and sometimes hurl large 
 stones at them. He died in 1831, aged 74 jts. A 
 portrait of the venerable soldier, painted by the late 
 Charles Codman, liangs in one of our rooms. 
 
 ^^^ Samuel D. Freeman, son of Judge Freeman, 
 was born in Portland, May 29, 1781, and graduated 
 at Harvard College in 1800. He was a remarkably 
 bright and talented 3'oung man, but too close appli- 
 cation to his studies unsettled his mind ; he became 
 moody and taciturn, avoided company, and threw 
 aside the books which had given him so much pleas-. 
 ure. After a while he purchased a saw and wood- 
 horse, and went round among the poor and friend- 
 less, and prepared their wood for burning. He 
 invariably refused to take any compensation for his 
 services. Mr. Freeman never regained his reason, 
 and died September 17, 1831, aged 50 j'ears. 
 
 "^ Rocky Hill is in Falmouth, Maine — a place 
 where boys used to assemble to gather berries, cut 
 spruce, and pass a pleasant summer afternoon. 
 
 ^^ Bramhall's Heights, situated at the western 
 extremity of Portland, Avas named for its original 
 owner, George Bramhall, who was killed by the 
 Indians in 1G89, while defending his family and 
 property from their savage attacks. When we were 
 3-oung, Bramhall's Hill Avas a favorite spot for chil- 
 dren to gather flowers on the first morning in May. 
 It was covered with trees and shrubbeiy, and seemed 
 to be a long distance from the centre of the town. 
 
 ^^ Samuel Chase owned a lot of land at the foot 
 of Wilmot street, in Portland, on which a wall of 
 logs was built to keep the banking from washing 
 away. Here boys would gather in summer to bathe 
 in the waters of the beautiful cove ; now mostly 
 filled up by the march of improvement — so called. 
 
NOTES. 381 
 
 Mr. Chase was born in Chester, N. II., in 1780, and 
 in earl}' manhood removed to Portland, where he 
 lived an upright, consistent Christian life till his 
 death, which took place in August, 1867, at the age 
 of 87 years. 
 
 We have a sort of affection for Wilmot street ; for 
 there we were born, and in its vicinity we passed our 
 childhood and early 3-outh. 
 
 ^--Chas. H. Spurgeon was born at Kelvedon, Essex 
 County, England, in 1834. If we can rely upon the 
 papers and the foreign correspondents, he is an in- 
 veterate smoker and beer drinker. He has made the 
 statement, that smoking is perfectly justifiable in a 
 minister, and that he uses the weed "for the glory 
 of God." Is he joined to his idols? 
 
 ^^ Reuben Ruby was born in Gray, Maine, De- 
 cember 28, 1798, and in early manhood removed to 
 Portland, where he now resides. He has long been 
 connected with the Custom House. From a life- 
 long acquaintance with Mr. Ruby, we can testify to 
 his worth, as an upright, faithful man, and a humble, 
 conscientious Christian. 
 
 ^^* William Wells Brown was born in Lexing- 
 ton, Ky., March 15, 181G. He was a slave for 
 eighteen years. He became free — secured an edu- 
 cation — travelled over Europe, and is now residing 
 in Cambridge, Mass. He has written several in- 
 teresting and instructive works : " Clotel ; " " The 
 Black Man ; " " Negro in the Rebellion ; " " Sketches 
 of Places and People Abroad ; " " Rising Son ; " and 
 a Biography of himself. 
 
 ^-^ William Jenks was born in Newton, Mass., 
 November 25, 1778, and removed to Boston with his 
 parents when he was quite 30ung. He graduated at 
 Harvard College in 1797, studied theology, and was 
 settled in Bath, Me., in 1805, where he remained for 
 eighteen years. From 1826 to 1845 he was pastor 
 of the Green Street Church, Boston. At this time he 
 prepared the " Comprehensive Commentary," which 
 
382 NOTES. 
 
 has met with a large sale. He "was the owner of an 
 extensive library, niostl}^ in theology-. Once when 
 we Avere invited to examine it, he remarked to us — 
 " I did not know why I was induced to collect so 
 many books, until I was employed to write the Com- 
 mentary ; but then I found a use for them." In 
 1825 Bowdoin College conferred on Mr. Jenks the 
 honorary degree of D. D. He died in Boston, No- 
 vember 13, 1866, aged 88 years. 
 
 ^^ Albert Barnes was l3orn in Eome, N. Y., De- 
 cember 1, 1798, and graduated at Hamilton College 
 in 1822. He became a Presbj-terian clergyman, and 
 was first settled in Morristown, N. Y., and after- 
 wards in Philadelphia. He Avrote the valuable notes 
 on the New Testament, which have proved so useful 
 to Sabbath school teachers and in the family circle. 
 He was also the author of several religious works 
 which have had a wide sale. Mr. Barnes died in 
 Philadelphia, December 24, 1870, aged 72 j-ears. 
 
 ^^ Lucius E. Paige was born in Hardwick, Mass., 
 March 8, 1802, and for many years was a preacher 
 of the Universalist denomination. He was after- 
 wards Cashier of the Cambridge Bank, and for a lopg 
 period City Clerk. He still resides in Cambridge. 
 His works are, " Selections from Eminent Commen- 
 tators ; " " Commentary on the New Testament ; " 
 " Centennial at Hardwick," and a "Histoiy of Cam- 
 bridge, Mass." The latter has just been prepared 
 for the press. In 1861 Tufts College conferred on 
 Mr. Paige the honorary degree of D. D. Mr. P. is 
 a fine scholar, and remarkably correct in whatever 
 he writes. As to his social qualities and Christian 
 virtues, there is not his superior, we verily believe, 
 in all New England. 
 
 ^'^ George A. Thomas was born in Portland, Sep- 
 tember 16, 1819. Extremely fond of music, he is an 
 excellent player on the piano and organ, and with 
 his fine voice often entertains a company of de- 
 lighted hearers. Full of life, and genial in spirits, 
 
NOTES. 383 
 
 Mr. T. is the pride of the social circle and the soul 
 of the evening entertainment. The blues never reach 
 his intimate fi-iends and acquaintances. 
 
 ^^ Messrs. Winch and Strauss are famous com- 
 posers and singers. The former is an American — 
 the latter a German. 
 
 '^" Isaac Newton was born at Woolsthorpe, Eng- 
 land, December 25, 1642. He was the prince of 
 phi'oophers ; nay more, a humble and devout 
 Christian. It is recorded that the law of attraction 
 was first suggested to Newton b}' seeing an apple 
 fall from a tree. He died March 20, 1727, aged 84, 
 and was buried in Westminster Abbey. 
 
 ^^ John Milton, author of " Paradise Lost," was 
 born in London, December 9, 1608, and died Novem- 
 ber 8, 1674, aged 66 years. 
 
 ^^^ Edward Young, author of " Night Thoughts," 
 was born at Upham, England, June, 1681. He died 
 at Welwyn, April .5, 1765, aged nearly 84. 
 
 ^^ George Whitefield, a celebrated divine, was 
 born at Gloucester, England, December 16, 1714, 
 and died at Newbmyport, Mass., September 30, 
 1770, aged 55 years. 
 
 ^^ George Washington, first President of the 
 United States, was born at Bridge's Creek, Vir- 
 ginia, Febriiarj' 22, 1732, and died at Mt. Vernon, 
 December 14, 1799, aged 67 years. 
 
 ^"^' See note 130. 
 
 ^^ Galileo was born at Florence, Italy, in 1564. 
 He was imprisoned for asserting the motion of the 
 earth, and its revolutions round the sun. He became 
 blind before his deatli, which occurred at Arcetri, 
 near Florence, January 8, 1642, in the 78th year of 
 his age. 
 
 ^^^ Philip Doddridge was born in London, June 
 26, 1702. His mother taught him to read from the 
 tiles in her fireplace. He became one of the most 
 celebrated of divines — a devoted, earnest Christian. 
 His "Progress of Religion in the Soul" has been 
 
384 NOTES. 
 
 instrumental of incalculable good to thousands. The 
 Doctor died near Lisbon, whither he had gone for 
 his health, October 26, 1751, in the 50th year of his 
 ao"e. His works have been pi'inted in five volumes, 
 exclusive of his valuable E^xposition of the New 
 Testament. Mr. Doddridge was a superior pen- 
 man, and the manuscript of his Exposition was 
 written in so plain a manner as to be read almost as 
 easily as print. We have a specimen before us — a 
 leaf taken from the original manuscript. An inter- 
 esting life of the Doctor was written b}' Rev. Job 
 Orton, one of his pupils. 
 
 '^ Edward Swain Davis was born in Lynn, Mass., 
 June 22, 1810, and still resides in his native place. 
 He was four j-ears a member of the Common Council, 
 several j-ears on the School Committee ; a Represen- 
 tative to the Legislature in 1838, and was chosen 
 Mayor of the city in 1859 and 1860. He has been 
 a church officer since 1833. Always a lover of 
 books, Mr. Davis has collected one of the largest 
 private libraries in the State. Among them are 
 many A'aluable and remarkably scarce volumes, 
 
 m Stephen Longfellow was born in Gorham, 
 Me., March 23, 1776, and graduated at 'Harvard 
 College in 1798, in the class with Judge Stoiy and 
 Dr. Channing. He studied law in the office of Sal- 
 mon Chase, and commenced practice in Portland in 
 1801, where he remained till his death, which oc- 
 curred August 3, 1849, at the age of 73. Mr. L. 
 was a man of taste, and loved " the sweet serenity 
 of books." He was selected b}' the inhabitants of 
 Portland in 1804 to deliver the public oration on the 
 fourth of July. The people were so well pleased 
 with the performance that the}' insisted on its being 
 printed. A copy is in our library. 
 
 When La Fayette visited Portland, in 1825, Mr. 
 Longfellow was appointed to receive the distin- 
 guished guest, in behalf of the citizens of the town. 
 His address of welcome was neat and appropriate. 
 
NOTES. 385 
 
 Mr. L. was a member of the 1 8th Congress, and 
 also of the celebrated Hartford Convention. In 
 1828 he received from Bowdoin College the hon- 
 orary degree of Doctor of Laws. In every rela- 
 tion of life Mr. Longfellow was all that could be 
 desired — social, generous, Christian. As Mr. L. 
 advanced in years, although feeble in health, he 
 continued the practice of his profession, as far as 
 he was able. He felt that 
 
 ' Something remains for us to do or dare; 
 Even the oldest tree some fruit may bear." 
 
 We shall never forget his kindness. Once out of 
 pure friendship, when from bodily infirmity he had 
 almost ceased to appear before a judge or jury, he 
 defended us in a militia case, before Judge Luther 
 Fitch, with Charles Harding for his opponent, and 
 never were we more amused. Mr. L. would admit 
 nothing — not even the existence of the military 
 company — without sufficient proof. Both the Judge 
 and Mr. Harding were perplexed — the latter was 
 verj' angry — and the case was at once dismissed, 
 to the no little satisfaction and delight of all who 
 were present. 
 
 A more excellent man we have never known. He 
 died in the triumphs of that Christian faith which 
 he had professed from early life. Mr. Longfellow 
 was the father of Henry W., the distinguished poet ; 
 Stephen, Jr. — a man of rare talents and superior 
 attainments, who was early removed by death, and 
 whose memory will alwaj's be precious to us ; Samuel, 
 the fine scholar and accomplished divine, formerly 
 pastor of a church in Brooklyn, N. Y., who now 
 resides in Cambridge, Mass., and Alexander, the 
 efficient civil engineer, connected with the Coast 
 Survey, who resides in Deering, Maine. 
 
 "" George M. Baktol was born in Freeport, Me., 
 September 18, 1820, and passed his early j'outh in 
 25 
 
386 NOTES. 
 
 Portlnnd, where liis father reinoved ; graduated at 
 Brown University in 1842, and settled in Lancaster, 
 Mass., in 1847, where he continues the faithful and 
 beloved pastor of the Unitarian Church. He is a 
 man of excellent talents, but modest and retiring. 
 His publications are two occasional sermons. Mr. 
 Bartul has a well-selected library, and a large col- 
 lection of rare and valuable engravings. He has a 
 brother, Eev. C^'rus A. Bartol, who is pastor of the 
 West Church, in Boston. 
 
 "^ Charles A. Lord was born in Kennebuukport, 
 Me., 3Iay 11, 180G, and graduated at Bowdoin Col- 
 lege in 1826. For many years he was a bookseller 
 in New York City — he afterwards published a paper 
 out AYest. In 1851 he Avas called to Portland, to 
 assist Dr. Cummings in editing the Christian Mirror. 
 After the death of the Doctor, in 1856, he assumed 
 the entire control of the paper, and continued its 
 editor till Jul}-, 1874, when he sold out and relin- 
 quished a post he had so long and ably sustained. 
 
 ^^' Francis O. J. Smith was born in Brentwood, 
 N. IL, November 23, 1806, and was educated at 
 Phillips Academy, Exeter. He read law in part with 
 the late Hon. Ichabod Bartlett, of Portsmouth, and 
 afterwards entered the office of JMessrs. Fesscnden 
 and Deblois — having removed to Portland with his 
 parents. He was admitted to the bar in March, 
 1826, at the age of nineteen years and four months. 
 
 Few men have passed a more bus}' life than Mr. 
 Smith. He seldom has a moment hanging idly on 
 liis hands. His first publication was a Disserta- 
 tion on tlie Injurious Effects of Lotteries, in a pam- 
 phlet form, when he was quite a young man. A 
 few years later he prepared an edition of the Laws 
 of Maine, in two large octavo volumes, containing 
 notes and references, delineating the additions and 
 modifications enacted by the Legislature, from 1821 
 to 1834, with synoptical notes of every judicial de- 
 cision which had been made by the law courts of 
 
NOTES. 387 
 
 Massachusetts — from the statutes of which State 
 most of the laws of Maine to 1834 were derived 
 — and of Maine ou the construction of these stat- 
 utes. The labor of preparing these works was im- 
 mense. While engaged in this undertaking, Mr. 
 Smith had an extensive law practice and was largel}- 
 interested in political matters. In fact at the same 
 time he was editing the Eastern Argus and the Au- 
 gusta Age. The latter paper was started by him in 
 1831. Mr. Smith was elected to the Legislature of 
 Maine in 1830, and to the Senate, from Cumberland 
 Count}^, in 1832, and was chosen President of the 
 Senate in 1833. He was elected member of Con- 
 gress from Cumberland District in September, 1833, 
 and twice re-elected, serving six sessions. In 1838, 
 •in company with Professor Morse, he went to Europe 
 to introduce the Electric Magnetic Telegraph. In 
 July, 1839, Mr. S. established in Portland the Argus 
 Revived, in opposition to Mr. Van Buren's re-election 
 to the Presidency, and advocating the claims of Gen- 
 eral Harrison. For a time Mr. Smith retired from 
 active political life, and devoted eight or ten years 
 to introducing and establishing Morse's Telegraph. 
 
 In 1848, while busily engaged in establishing the 
 Telegraph, Mr. Smith was obliged to pass many 
 hours on the cars. Here he was not idle. He found 
 time to prepare the " Beauties of Festus," with a 
 copious index — several editions of which were read- 
 il}' sold. 
 
 Mr. Smith has now in preparation an elaboi-ate 
 history of the Telegraph, which he intends to pub- 
 lish at a future day. The work will contain original 
 documents that may materially alter the public im- 
 pression as to the merits of those who have been 
 awarded the honors of the invention." 
 
 In 1849 or 1850, Mr. Smith constructed, under 
 many adverse circumstances, the Portland Gas 
 Works-, furnishing nine-tenths of the capital. The 
 history of this enterprise would afford some inter- 
 
388 NOTES. 
 
 esting incidents, not very creditable to some of its 
 opponents. 
 
 In 1847 Mr. Smith established the "Daily Um- 
 pire," as an organ for the support of General Taj'lor 
 for the Presidency. About the same time he built a 
 large theatre in Portland. The Eastern Farmer, pub- 
 lished in 1841, was edited by Mr. S. 
 
 In 1861 Mr. Smith purchased the Portland Adver- 
 tiser, and vigorously supported the administration 
 of Abraham Lincoln and the war, until the emanci- 
 pation proclamation, which it no less vigorously con- 
 demned. This course led to the establishment of the 
 Daily Press, which became the oigan of the admin- 
 istration, and which has been continued to be pub- 
 lished to the present da}'. 
 
 In 1844, the better to subserve the interests of the 
 Telegraph, Mr. Smith compiled " The Secret Cor- 
 responding Vocabulary ; adapted for use to Morse's 
 Electro-Magnetic Telegraph : and also in conduct- 
 ing written correspondence transmitted b}^ mails, or 
 otherwise." The Avork was devised in theory by 
 Professor Morse, but executed by Mr. S. in a quarto 
 volume of 250 pages. It contains 5G,000 woids, 
 with their appropriate numbers. A limited edition 
 was pul)lished, which was taken up by the United 
 States Government and private parties. 
 
 Mr. Smith has published a large number of pam- 
 phlets, besides contributing many articles to Hunt's 
 Merchants' Magazine and other periodicals. His 
 Congressional speeches would occupy several vol- 
 umes. And yet we have not mentioned half the labors 
 performed by this remarkable man. He has accom- 
 plished more in his life than a dozen men ordinarily 
 perform — having alwa3's some object in view — with 
 a steady aim — a zeal that will not abate, and a per- 
 severance that knows no discouragement. He sees 
 no obstacles before him, however formidable, that 
 cannot be surmounted or removed, AVorking with 
 all diligence himself, he brings other hands into the 
 
NOTES. 389 
 
 field, and together, with his spirit to prompt, and his 
 energy to fire, the masses look on fairly astounded 
 at the accomplishment of what the}- considered at 
 first utter impossibilities. With tlie perseverance of 
 an Arkwright, the strategy of a Napoleon, the genius 
 of a Bacon, and the eloquence of a Burke, what may 
 not this indefatigable man accomplish, for the pres- 
 ent age and posterity, if his life should be continued 
 a score of j-ears? 
 
 ^^ David M. Mitchell, son of Ammi R. Mitchell, 
 M. D., who died in 1824, was born in North Yar- 
 mouth, Me., May 9, 1788 — graduated at Yale Col- 
 lege in 1811, and at Andover Seminary in 1814. 
 He was settled in Waldoborough, Me., in 1816, 
 where he remained till 1842, a period of twenty-six 
 years, faitlifully discharging the duties of his office. 
 He was City Missionary in Portland from 1845 to 
 1852, and also in Roxbury, Mass., from 1852 to 
 1861. Mr. Mitchell was a humble, child-like Chris- 
 tian, and literally went about doing good and bear- 
 ing fruit in his old age. He died in Waltham, at 
 the house of his son-in-law, Rev. E. E. Strong, No- 
 vember 27, 1869, aged 81 years. Mr. Mitchell pub- 
 lished a small work on Baptism, and a Sermon 
 preached before the Maine Missionary Society. 
 
 "* Joseph H. Clinch was born in Trinity, New- 
 foundland, January 30, 1806. He graduated at 
 King's College, Nova Scotia, in which place he was 
 settled in the ministry for three years. In 1836 he 
 removed to South Boston, where he was pastor of 
 the Episcopal Church twent^'-two years. He is now 
 Chaplain of the House of Correction in the latter 
 place. Mr. Clinch has written much for maga- 
 zines and newspapers, and in 1840 he published a 
 volume — " Tlie Captivity in Bab3'lon, and other 
 Poems" — which was well received b}' tlie public. 
 The book contains man}^ passages of genuine poetry. 
 
 ^^ George A. Bailey was born in Westbrook, 
 Maine, February 2, 1820. When a yoimg man he 
 
390 NOTES. 
 
 was £1 frequent contributor to the Portland Tribune, 
 both in prose and verse. His aiticles were well re- 
 ceived and justly appreciated by the public. Some 
 twenty years ago he removed to Washington, and 
 has for a long period been connected with the Globe. 
 Being quite successful in business, Mr. Bailej' has 
 not been unmindful of his former residence. When 
 Portland suffered by the great fire, in 1866, he im- 
 mediately sent a check for a thousand dollars for 
 the relief of the inhabitants, which was gratefully 
 acknowledged b}' the city authorities. 
 
 The following sonnet, by Mr. Bailej', addressed to 
 one of his early friends, we give as a fair sample 
 of his poetical powers : — 
 
 "In his schooldays he knew a wildwood nook, 
 Screened from the summer sun's oppressive fire, 
 Where oft it was his pleasure to retire, 
 
 Companioned by some oldtime poet's book ; 
 
 From whose sweet fellowship his spirit took 
 Great aspirations — nobler far and higher 
 Than come to ploddini^ minds, which ne'er desire 
 
 Beyond the bounds of workday life to look, 
 
 And, stretched beside the stream which had its way 
 Through the hushed beauty of his loved retreat, 
 
 He yielded up his passions to the sway 
 
 Of his fore-brother's teachings — joyed to greet 
 
 His kindred thus — and since has dwelt among 
 The great true-thoughted bards, and spoke their world- 
 wide tongue." 
 
 "^ Charles P. Ilsley was born in Portland, Janu- 
 ar}' 16, 1807, and commenced earl}' to write for the 
 the Christian Mirror, Experiment, Sabbath School 
 Instructor, and other papers. He started the Port- 
 land Transcript, and for many j'ears was its able 
 editor. In 1856 Mr. John P. Jewett published 
 "Forest and Shore" — a work of his of consider- 
 able merit. For the last five or six years Mr. Ilsley 
 has resided in Cambridge, Mass., but his pen is not 
 idle. Few New England authors have written more 
 popular stories than Mr. I. 
 
NOTES. 391 
 
 While we were publishing the SalDbath School In- 
 structor, Mr. Ilsley furnished us that pleasant little 
 poem, commencing 
 
 " The day was bright and beautiful — 
 Tlie boys to play had gone — 
 Save one, who sat beside the door, 
 Dejected and alone " — 
 
 which was extensively copied, and may now be 
 found in several collections of poems. Mr. I. is 
 also the author of the h3-mn found in some of our 
 church collections, that reads something like the 
 following : — 
 
 "Voyager o'er life's troubled sea. 
 Sailing to eternity, 
 Turn from earthly things away. 
 Vain are they, and brief their stay : 
 Grasp not riches — count not fame — 
 Shining dust and sounding name : 
 Voyager ! what are they to tliee ? 
 Leave them all and follow me ! " 
 
 Mr. Ilsley has written a History of Portland, still 
 in manuscript, Avaiting for some enterprising pub- 
 lisher. 
 
 Mr. Bailey, in his poem, thus speaks of Mr. 
 Ilsley : — 
 
 " Though passing well he sings the praise 
 Of ocean, flecked witJi foam, 
 Not all the wealth its bosom bears 
 Could buy his love of home." 
 
 ^■•^ Horatio N. Page was born in FrA-eburg, Me., 
 June 20, 1806, studied medicine at Brunswick, and 
 removed to Brewer, Me., where he resided twenty- 
 seven years. In 1860 he took up his residence in 
 Chelsea, Mass., where he now resides. He is a 
 skillful ph3-sician, an active and influential member 
 of the Central Church, and a most estimable citizen. 
 He engages in every good work, and exerts a wide 
 and healthy influence all around him. 
 
392 NOTES. 
 
 "^ Thomas Waterman was boni in Lebanon, N. H., 
 September 14, 1791. He removed to Boston in 
 1817, wliere he remained during his long life, with 
 the exception of four or five years, when he was in 
 business in Concord, N. H. For thirty years he was 
 book-keeper of the Traders' Bank, and relinquished 
 his active duties only when the infirmities of age 
 came upon him, when he was past fourscore j-ears. 
 Mr. Waterman had a large and valuable library-, 
 from which he derived instruction and comfort, and 
 passed the evening of life pleasantly and happily 
 among his books. We often called upon him during 
 his sickness, and invariably found him cheerful and 
 resigned, with a firm trust in his Redeemer. Mr. 
 W. was the author of Biographical Sketches of Dis- 
 tinguished Members of St. Andrew's Royal Arch 
 Chapter, published in 1866. He wrote occasionally 
 for the Genealogical Register. He had quite an 
 antiquarian taste, and in his librar}', which was 
 catalogued and sold b}^ auction, June 29, 1875, 
 were man3'^ rare and valuable books and pamphlets. 
 For the last twenty j'cars of his life he kept a jour- 
 nal, in which he wrote nearly every week. On one 
 of his recent birthdays we find the following in his 
 diary : " This day I am eight3'-one j'cars of age. I 
 have lived under the administration of every Ameri- 
 can president, and witnessed great changes in our 
 country and in foreign lands ; my old friends and 
 associates have nearly all passed awa}-, and why am 
 I left ? God be merciful to me a sinner ! " Before 
 closing his e3es in sleep, when he retired for the 
 night, Mr. W. was in the habit in his old age of 
 repeating the lines of Dr. Watts, which Avas the 
 prayer his mother taught him in childhood, and 
 which he never forgot : — 
 
 " And now I lay me down to sleep, 
 I pray tlie Lord my soul to keep ; 
 If I sliould die before I wake, 
 I pray the Lord my soul to take." 
 
NOTES. 393 
 
 Mr. W. was the father of Thomas Waterman, 
 M. D., of Boston, a graduate of Harvard College. 
 Mr. Waterman diedFebruar}- 27, 1875, aged 83 ^ears. 
 
 "^ Charles Codman was born in Boston, in the 
 3'ear 1800. When about two and twenty jears of 
 age he removed to Portland, and commenced paint- 
 ing signs in a chamber lie rented on Middle street. 
 In 1826-7 he painted some trees on the walls of the 
 Elm Tavern, for Mr. Appleton, the landlord, which so 
 attracted the attention of John Neal, who accident- 
 all}' happened in, that he sought out tlie painter, and 
 foithwith engaged him to paint a landscape for him- 
 self, fixing the price at a dozen dollars — which 
 after one or two trials was accomplished, and which 
 Mr. Neal has in his possession to-day. From that 
 time Mr. Codman took a new start. He painted a 
 picture for Simon Greenleaf, and one for Thomas A. 
 Deblois, and continued to paint and improve till the 
 da}^ of his death. Some of his pictures are real 
 gems. He sketched an excellent likeness of William 
 Hans, which we have owned for man}'' years. Mr. 
 Codman died September, 1842, aged 42. An obitu- 
 ary was prepared by John Neal, at our request, and 
 printed in the Portland Tribune, which we at that 
 time conducted. 
 
 ^^^ Charles Spuague was born in Boston, October 
 26, 1791. For nearly half a century he was Cashier 
 of the Globe Bank. He delivered an oration before 
 the inhabitants of Boston, July 4, 1825 ; " An Ad- 
 dress before the Massachusetts Society for the Sup- 
 pression of Intemperance," 1827 ; a Poem — " Curi- 
 osity " — before the Phi Beta Kappa Society of Har- 
 vard College, 1829 ; a " Shakespeare Ode " at the 
 Boston Theatre, 1823; and an "Ode" at the cen- 
 tennial celebration of the settlement of Boston, 
 1830. In 1849 his poems Avere collected and pub- 
 lished in a volume. Mr. Sprague was quite vigorous 
 till he was upwards of seventy 3ears of age. Meet- 
 ing himone day soon after he had reached this period 
 
394 NOTES. 
 
 of life : " Notwithstanding mj' age," said he, " I 
 have just finished signing ten thousand bills for our 
 bank." Quite a task for a gentleman of threescore 
 years and ten. On account of lameness during his 
 latter j-ears, Mr. Sprague was long confined to his 
 house ; but he enjoyed the evening of his da^'s Avith 
 his choice selection of books, and among his numer- 
 ous friends. We called upon him not long before he 
 died, and found him cheerful, and apparentl}- per- 
 fectlj' liapp3', reading a recent work, and read}' as 
 ever for a social interview. Mr. Sprague had writ- 
 ten but little of late j-ears. " Do you know wh}- 1 
 gave up writing?" he asked. "No," we replied. 
 " Because I could not believe as most people do, 
 and I would not be a hypocrite." We remarked it 
 would not be necessary to give his peculiar views, 
 whatever they might be, in the articles he wrote. 
 "True," said he, "but I care nothing for fame. 
 Nearly fift}' years ago, when I was comparatively 
 unknown, I wrote four prize poems. About the 
 same time I wrote largely' for the Evening Gazette, 
 and none of the articles have been published since, 
 and I often wish I had printed them in a book." 
 
 Speaking on religious topics, said Mr. Sprague, 
 " I have a god here, which is worshipped b}' three- 
 quarters of mankind, and I will show it to 30U." 
 Taking down a glass receiver, he took from the bot- 
 tom a silver dollar, which he held up before me. I 
 acknowledged there was a great deal of truth in his 
 remark. 
 
 Mr. Sprague spoke of several prominent literar}- 
 men — among others, John Neal was mentioned — 
 " I have never had the pleasure of seeing Mr. Neal," 
 said he ; " but I think very highly of him." Taking 
 up a recent work, which spoke of Mr. Neal as one 
 who had for more than half a century added lustre 
 to the literature of our countr}- ; whose generous 
 sympathies had been manifested in the encourage- 
 ment of enterprise and talent, and whose manly 
 
NOTES. 395 
 
 character was irvadiated by the light of virtue and 
 religion, Mr. Sprague remarked, " It is just. Mr. 
 Neal is a remarkable man. When you write to him, 
 tell him I hope 3'et to meet him in this world ; if I 
 do not, it will be all right. Give my warmest love 
 to him." 
 
 From a small volume before him he read the fol- 
 loAving lines : — 
 
 " O may we all lift up to heaven — 
 
 Time lengthened or cut short — the prayer, 
 Through Christ be all our sins forgiven, 
 And thus for iife and death prepare." 
 
 " Ver}' pretty lines," said he, " but I do not believe 
 them" — referring to the idea of the forgiveness of 
 sins through Christ — and then he expatiated very 
 warmly on his own views. He said he had implicit 
 confidence in his heavenly Father ; that he believed 
 him to be merciful and just — a tender, loving parent 
 — and that all mankind would at last be reconciled 
 to him and enjoy him forever. " I do not believe in 
 the creeds of the da}-," he continued ; " this is my 
 creed — you will find it in Micah, sixth chapter, and 
 eighth A'erse." Taking up a Bible which la}^ before 
 him he read as follows: "And what doth the Lord 
 require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy 
 and to walk humbly before th}?- God?" His trust in 
 the Almighty was firm, and he looked forward with- 
 out fear to a happy translation into a better world. 
 
 Mr. Sprague died January 21, 1875, aged 83, and 
 was buried in the family tomb on Boston Common. 
 
 ^^ John M. Adams was born in Rumford, Maine, 
 September 22, 1819. He early removed to Port- 
 land, and studied law in the offlce of Messrs. Fes- 
 senden and Deblois. For many years he has been 
 the able editor of the Eastern Ai'gus — a faithful 
 and honest exponent of his office. He has a sharp 
 eye for the interests of his part}', and suffers no man 
 to go unrebuked, when he sees the drift of the mer- 
 
396 NOTES. 
 
 cenaiy politician. He makes one of the best politi- 
 cal papers published in the .State of Maine. 
 
 ^^^ Seba Sjiith was born in Buckfiekl, Maine, Sep- 
 tember 14, 1792, and graduated at Bowdoin College 
 in 1818. Soon after he took up his residence in 
 Portland, and for several years was one of the 
 editors of the Eastern Argus. October 13, 1829, 
 appeared the first number of the Portland Courier 
 — the first daily paper issued in Maine — which was 
 edited by Mr. Smith, who started the enterprise, and 
 published by Arthur Shirle}'. It was continued for' 
 several j-ears. Mr. Smith was the original Jack 
 Downing, and his popular letters first appeared in 
 the columns of the Courier. Lord Brougham once 
 remarked to Orestes A. Brownson, that there had 
 been nothing equal to the letters of Major Downing, 
 for subtle insight, keen satire, and genial humor, 
 since the Hudibras of Butler. Macaulay signified 
 his admiration, calling the author by name. The 
 letters have had a great many imitators during the 
 last twenty-five years, but none of them have the 
 real snap of the original. 
 
 That beautiful little poem which John Pierpont * 
 introduced into one of his excellent school books, 
 commencing 
 
 •' 'Twas autumn, and tlie leaves were dry, 
 And rustled on the ground," 
 
 was written by Mr. Smith. Mr. S. was the author 
 of " New Elements of Geometry," published in Lon- 
 
 * John Pierpont was born in Litchfield, Conn., April G, 
 1785, and graduated at Yale College in 1804. He studied 
 law and settled in Newburyport in 1813, but soon after 
 went South, and engaged in mercantile pursuits. For a 
 time he was associated in business with John Neal, in Bal- 
 timore, but was unsuccessful. He afterwards studied tlie- 
 ology at Cambridge, and was settled over tlie Hollis Street 
 Church in Boston ; a faithful and acceptable minister for 
 a quarter of a century. The latter part of his life he was 
 a governmental clerk in Washington. Mr. P. was the 
 
NOTES. 397 
 
 don, 1850; "Powhatan, n, Metrical Romance," and 
 several other works. Mr. Smith was the husband' 
 of p]lizabeth Oakes Smith. He died in Patchogue, 
 L. I., July 28, 1868, aged 76 years. 
 
 1J3 Stephen R. Niles was born in Portland, Me., 
 April 9, 1827 — learned the trade of a printer, and 
 in early life removed to Boston. He is the principal 
 of " Niles's Advertising Agency," known all over the 
 countrj'. Mr. Niles has been a member of the Com= 
 mon Council. He is an active business man, and 
 greatly esteemed by a large circle of acquaintances. 
 
 ^^^ John Lancey was a ver}' worthy colored man, 
 who lived in Portland. He was simple-hearted, and 
 kind and civil to all. He was sometimes designated 
 by the boys as " Jack Slack," which in no little 
 degree displeased the old man. But he was never 
 known to do them the least injury, or even to 
 
 author of "Airs of Palestine;" an excellent series of 
 school books, and a large number of sermons and ad- 
 dresses. In 1840 a collection of his poems was published. 
 In the summer of 1866 he left Washington on a visit to 
 his eastern friends. Towards the close of Saturday, the 
 25th of August, he called upon us, and we spent a very 
 pleasant hour in conversation. We never saw him look 
 better or appear happier. He seemed to have the elasticity 
 of j'outh, and he was perfectly erect. We gave him — 
 what he wanted very much — a copy of his trial before an 
 ecclesiastical council in Boston, several years before. He 
 took from his pocket a photograph of himself, and with 
 his gold pen wrote underneath, in a beautiful hand, " John 
 Pierpont, aged 81," and gave it to us. It was probably the 
 last time he wrote his name. He said he was engaged on 
 some important work at Washington, which he hoped to 
 live long enough to complete. 
 
 With a friendly shake of the hand he bade us good-by, 
 and went directly to the car to take him to Medford, where 
 lie was stopping. We never saw the good man again. 
 The next night, Sunday, August 26, he died in his bed, 
 having apparently passed away without a struggle. In 
 the Atlantic Monthly for December following, his early 
 friend, John Neal, wrote a very interesting obituary of 
 Mr. Pierpont — in which he alludes to our last interview 
 with him. 
 
398 NOTES. 
 
 threaten tliem in angcv, when he was most severely 
 provoked. Mr. Lancey died at an advanced age in 
 Decenibei', 1842. Although no stone marks the 
 resting-place of his body, we doubt not tliat he is 
 made a living stone in the temple above. 
 
 '^ Stephen Burroughs was born in Hanover, 
 N. H., in 1765. He was the son of Rev. Eden Bur- 
 roughs, a Congregational clergyman, who for forty 
 years was one of the trustees of Dartmouth College. 
 Stephen entered college, but left clandestinely, joined 
 the army and deserted, and became notorious for his 
 villainies. He was arrested for counterfeiting, and 
 confined on Castle Island, in Boston Harbor. When 
 released, he continued his old practices, and finally 
 fled to Canada, where it was said that he became a 
 Catholic. He died at Three Rivers, January 28, 
 1840, aged 75. A Memoir of Mr. Burroughs, writ- 
 ten b}- himself, was published during his life. 
 
 ^^ Henry Tufts was born in Nev»market, N. H., 
 June 24, 1748. He was a wild and reckless 3'outh, 
 and for his crimes in after life was repeatedl}- im- 
 prisoned. He was once tried for his life. His later 
 years were passed in Limington, Maine, where he 
 had a famil}-. In 1807 he published a volume of 
 366 pages, giving an account of his " Life, Adven- 
 tures and Sufferings" — a copj^ of which is in our 
 library. It is said that he became a changed man 
 before his death, and a minister of the gospel. It 
 would seem that he tlioroughly repented of his 
 crimes, from the remarks and advice in the latter 
 pages of his book. " By sad experience I can say 
 that the ways of wickedness are not pleasant, nor 
 her paths those of peace," he writes. "If the for- 
 bidden morsel be pleasing to the palate, it will 
 assuredly be bitter in the digestion. Whoever 
 would see blessings and happiness, whether in life 
 or death, let him keep himself in all innocence, and 
 follow unerringly the golden rule, to do unto others 
 as he would wish to be done unto." His work ends 
 
NOTES. 399 
 
 with this sentence : " Heaven grant I may do no 
 more wickedl}'." Mr. Tufts died in Maine at an 
 advanced age. 
 
 ^"^ Charles Holden was born in Portland, June 
 21, 1804 ; learned the trade of a printer of Thomas 
 Todd, publisher of the Eastern Argus, and was con- 
 nected with that paper in various capacities, from 
 an apprentice to an editor, for a period of more than 
 thirty years. Mr. Holdeu delivered a Fourth of Jul}' 
 Oration before the citizens of Portland in 1831 ; an 
 Address before the members of the Mechanics' Chari- 
 table Association, and an Address at the State Con- 
 vention of Mechanics, held in Bangor, August 12, 
 1842. The interesting article on the " Portland 
 Press," which Joseph Griffin* has given in his 
 " History of the Press of Maine," was furnished b}' 
 Mr. Holden. He wrote frequently for the columns 
 of the Portland Tribune. 
 
 Mr. Holden has been a member of the Common 
 Council, an Alderman, and was for thirty-two years 
 on the School Committee. He was a member of the 
 State Legislature, a State Senator, and was twice 
 run for Mayor of Portland. In all the various offices 
 he sustained, he was a faithful public servant, and 
 discharged his duties conscientiousl}' and with ac- 
 ceptance to his constituents. Mr. Holden died July 
 10, 1875, aged 71 years. 
 
 ^^^ George G. Fairbanks was born in Winthrop, 
 Maine, April 14, 1824 — graduated at Watervillc 
 College in 1847 — and was a teacher in Hebron 
 Academy two years. He studied theology and was 
 settled over the Baptist Church in Medfield, Mass., 
 in 1851, where he remained four j'ears. He was 
 pastor in Somerville from 1855 to 1866, and in 
 
 * Joseph Griffin was born in Andover, Mass., Novem- 
 ber 8, 1798, and removed to Brunswick, Me., in November, 
 1819, where he continued to carry on the printing busi- 
 ness in connection with a bookstore, till liis deatli, which 
 occurred November 18, 1874, at the age of 76 years. 
 
400 NOTES. 
 
 Dedham from 1866 to 1869. He is now in Middle- 
 borough, Avliere lie was installed in 1869. Mr. Fair- 
 banks's publications are : Fast-Da v Sermon at Med- 
 field, 1852 ; Fast-Day Sermon at Medfield, 1854 ; 
 Funeral Sermon on the death of Deacon Robert 
 Foster, at Somerville, 1860 ; Doctrinal Sermon be- 
 fore the Old Colon}^ Association, at West Bridge- 
 water, 1871 ; School Report of Medfield, 1854 ; 
 School Reports of Dedham, 1868 and 1869. Mr. 
 Fairbanks has one of the choicest private theologi- 
 cal libraries to be found in the State. 
 
 ^^^ William Willis was born in Haverhill, Mass., 
 August 31, 1794, graduated at Harvard College in 
 1813, and removed to Portland in 1819, where he 
 remained till his death, which occurred February 
 17, 1870, at the age of 75 years. He was Ma^-or of 
 Portland in 1857. Mr. Willis was the author of the 
 "• History of Portland ; " " The Courts and Law^'ers 
 of Maine ; " edited the Journals of Smith and Deane, 
 adding many notes, and wrote several pamphlets, 
 besides contributing largely to the periodicals of the 
 day, especially in Biography and local History. 
 Mild, genial, industrious and benevolent, he was 
 beloved by all classes, and died greatly" lamented. 
 Mr. Willis received the honorary- degree of LL. D. 
 from Bowdoin College in 1867. 
 
 ^^ Sylvester B. Beckett was born in Portland, 
 May 16, 1812. He is the author of " Hester, the 
 Bride of the Islands," a poem of much merit, and 
 also of various stories and sketches which have ap- 
 peared in different publications. He was a regular 
 contributor to the " Portland Tribune." For several 
 years he has issued the Portland Directory, an under- 
 taking requiring no little skill and labor. Mr. B. 
 has long been engaged on a work relative to the 
 birds of Maine. 
 
 For several years Mr. Beckett was Chairman of 
 the Board of Assessors in Portland. He has also 
 served on the School Committee. For some time he 
 
NOTES 401 
 
 was Ornithologist of the Portland Society of Natural 
 History. In his poem on Portland writers, George 
 A. Bailey thus alludes to Mr. Beckett : — 
 
 ' ' Thy songs suggest to me a clime 
 Where summer ever smiles 
 On sparkling seas and verdant shores, 
 Begemmed with coves and isles." 
 
 ^"^ Benjamin Lewis was an aged colored man, 
 very much respected, who lived in Portland. He 
 was sometimes annoyed by unkind remarks from 
 thoughtless boys, but alwaj-s manifested a Christian 
 spirit. We have had many a pleasant interview 
 with this good old man, whom we always respected, 
 and whose conversation we enjo3'ed. He died about 
 the 3"ear 1840, quite advanced in years. 
 
 162 Nathaniel B. Shurtleff was born in Boston, 
 June 29, 1810, graduated at Harvard College in 
 1831, and studied medicine, which he practised 
 through life. He was Ma3'or of Boston from 1868 
 to 1870. Mr. S. was an eminent antiquarian, and 
 probabl}' knew more relative to the history of Bos- 
 ton than any other man ; he having made it his 
 study from earl}'^ life. He was the author of several 
 works — among others, a valuable History of Bos- 
 ton, published in 1871. Mr. S. was a communica- 
 tive, genial man — ready to give any information 
 one desired, when it was in his power to do so. .He 
 took great satisfaction in being able to answer the 
 thousand questions, which the persistent antiquarian 
 and the historical gleaner propounded to him. He 
 was never too bus}' to render assistance to a friend. 
 From experience we can speak of his excellent traits 
 of character. He will be long remembered in Bos- 
 ton, where he spent his whole life — seldom, if ever, 
 passing a night out of the cit}'. Mr. Shurtleff died 
 October 17, 1874, aged 64 j-ears. 
 
 ^'^ Charles Ewer was born in Boston, September 
 4, 1700, and died in Portsmouth, N. H., November 
 26 
 
402 NOTES. 
 
 14, 1853, aged 63 j-ears. Mr. E. was deepl}- inter- 
 ested in antiquarian matters, and was the first Presi- 
 dent of tlie New England Genealogical Societ}'. He 
 was the publisher of several A'aluable books, among 
 others, Neal's History of the Puritans. Mr. Ewer 
 was never married. 
 
 ^'^ PuRPOODUCK was the aboriginal name of Cape 
 Elizabeth, a beautiful tOAvn, situated on Casco Bay, 
 about a mile from Portland. In former years the 
 inhabitants were chiefl}^ farmers and persons wdio 
 followed the sea. Many a happy day have we spent 
 on the Cape. 
 
 105 William McLellan was born in Gorham, Me., 
 April, 1770. For man}' years he was a dry goods 
 merchant in Portland, and owned and occupied a 
 fine brick house on the corner of Congress and 
 Chapel street. He had a large garden, well stocked 
 with fruit trees. His front 3'ard was covered with 
 flowering plants and honeysuckles, while two or 
 three large elms made a fine shade in summer. Mr. 
 McLellan was a gentleman of the old school. He 
 died October 5, 1863, aged 93 years. 
 
 ^^ The Eastern Argus was commenced in Port- 
 land, September, 1803, by Nathaniel Willis and Cal- 
 vin Day, and has been continued to the present time. 
 Mr. AVillis removed to Boston, and established the 
 Boston Recorder, the first strictly religious paper 
 published in America. During his latter years he 
 often called upon us, and seemed pleased to speak 
 of the past and live over again his early days. He 
 had great respect for the memory of Dr. Payson, 
 having in his youth been connected with his church, 
 and listened long to his faithful ministrations. He 
 died in Boston, May 27, 1870, aged 90 years, and 
 was buried from Park Street Church, where for 
 nearly two generations he had been a faithful officer. 
 
 Mr. W. was the father of N. P. Willis, the poet, 
 "who was born in Portland, January' 20, 1807, and 
 died in New York, January 21, 1867, aged 60 ^-ears. 
 
NOTES. 403 
 
 ^"^ The Portland Gazette was established during 
 the latter part of the last century, and has been pub- 
 lished under various names from that time to the 
 present period. 
 
 ^^ The Yankee, edited by John Neal, was com- 
 menced January 1, 1828, and continued, first in a 
 quarto and afterwards in an octavo form, for about 
 three years, when it was merged into some other 
 periodical. 
 
 ^•^^ The Portland Tribune was commenced by 
 ourself, April 24, 1841, and continued to be pub- 
 lished weekl}', in a quarto form of eight pages, for 
 upwards of four ^"ears, when it was united with the 
 Umpire, published by Mr. John Edwards — to whose 
 columns Mr. S. B. Beckett and ourself were weekly 
 contributors. 
 
 Among the writers for the Tribune we call the 
 following to mind : John Neal, Nathaniel Deering, 
 William Cutter, Elizabeth Oakes Smith, George A. 
 Bailey, Sylvester B. Beckett, Jesse W. Mighels, 
 George W. Light, Charles Holden, David D. Mari- 
 ner, Matthew F. Whittier, and Isaac G. Blanchard. 
 
 ^™ The Christian Mirror was commenced by 
 Arthur Shirlej', August 24, 1822, and has been 
 continued weekly to the present time. The first 
 editor was Rev. Asa Rand, whose labors ceased in 
 less than three 3'ears. Mr. R. was succeeded b}' 
 Rev. John L. Parkliurst, who conducted it but one 
 3'ear. Rev. Asa Cummings followed in 1826, and 
 ably edited the Mirror for nearl}' thirty 3'ears. Fol- 
 lowing him was Charles A. Lord — who made it one 
 of the ablest religious papers in the countr3'. lie has 
 recentl3' retired from his post, after a faithful ser- 
 vice of ncarlj' twent3' years. 
 
 In the earl3' existence of the paper, the Mirror 
 had a large number of contributors and correspond- 
 ents. Among the most prolific writers was Jona- 
 than Fisher. He was born in New Braintree, Mass., 
 October 17, 1768, and graduated at Harvard Col- 
 
404 NOTES. 
 
 lege in 1792. He studied tlieolog}', nnd was settled 
 ill Bluehill, Maine, July 13, 1796, where he remained 
 a faithful pastor of the Congregational Church sixty- 
 one j-ears. He lived to see all the members, con- 
 stituting his church at his ordination, removed b}' 
 death. Mr. Fisher was a ver}' industrious and in- 
 genious man. He was an excellent Hebrew scholar, 
 and prepared a Hebrew Lexicon, ready for publica- 
 tion. He made a cloclv that remained in his house, 
 keeping excellent time, as long as he lived ; painted 
 portraits, and left a very good one of himself, and 
 was also the author of several books. In 1827 he 
 gave to the public a volume with the following title : 
 " Short Poems : including n Sketch of the Scriptures 
 to the Book of Ruth : Satan's great Device, or Lines 
 on Intemperance : I and Conscience, or a Dialogue 
 on Universalism : and a few others on various sub- 
 jects." This is a remarkably unique volume of 144 
 pages — a copy of which lies before us, that Mr. 
 Fisher kindly gave to us with his own hands in 
 1827, after he had corrected with his pen several 
 t3'pographical errors which escaped the printer's 
 eye. The work we shall careful I3' preserve, as a 
 remembrance of the pleasant gentleman and sound 
 divine, whom we early learned to respect and love. 
 This book contains two or three quaint cuts, made 
 by the author himself, to illustrate some of his 
 poems. Beneath the picture of a drunkard is the 
 following stanza, which is a fair specimen of his 
 poetic talents : — 
 
 " See the vile drunkard ; how he reels, 
 How like a fool he looks and feels ; 
 Reader, be warned, and shun the way 
 Which leads to ruin, while you may." 
 
 In 1834 Mr. Fisher published a work on the 
 " Natural History of Living Creatures named in 
 the Bible," which contains a large number of cuts, 
 which he engraved with his own hands, using onh' a 
 
NOTES. 405 
 
 common penknife. He also published a, small work 
 on the subject of infant baptism ; " The Youth's 
 Primer," designed for children ; a Sermon at the 
 ordination of a clergjmian in Machias, and also one 
 on the death of Washington. 
 
 Mr. Fislier, instead of taking a fashionable trip to 
 Europe for the benefit of his health, and saddling 
 the expense on his church and society, took a wiser 
 course, and wlien worn down by excessive labor, 
 walked to Bangor and back, a distance of sixty or 
 seventy miles. This was a journey that recruited 
 his wasting energies and invigorated his languid 
 spirits. He was never troubled with dyspepsia, or 
 the blues, and always kept his S3'stem in good work- 
 ing order, by healthy exercise and constant employ- 
 ment. He kept no fast horses ; never indulged in 
 boat races ; took no stimulating wines ; never pol- 
 luted his lips with tobacco, or poisoned the pure air 
 with the suffocating smoke of a villainous cigar, nor 
 soiled the fresh, beautiful walk with the juice of a 
 poisonous narcotic. He never courted popularity ; 
 was never envious of the success of a clerical brother, 
 and was not anxious that his name should appear in 
 print as one of the most popular preachers of the 
 day. No — if he could promote the interests of 
 Christianity and make his fellow-men better and 
 happier it was all he desired. His ambition was 
 not to be great, but to do good, and follow in the 
 steps of his divine Master. 
 
 Mr. Fisher took pleasure in laboring on his farm ; 
 he helped to build his own house, and did a thousand 
 things which his ingenuity and industry suggested — 
 never having an hour to spare for idle conversation 
 or listless ease. His written sermons were no less 
 than three thousand, and his communications to the 
 press were frequent and varied. Mr. Fisher died 
 September 22, 18-47, aged 79 years. Rev. Stephen 
 Thurston, of Searsport, preached the funeral Sermon 
 on the death of Mr. Fisher, which was printed. 
 
406 NOTES. 
 
 Isaac "Weston was a frequent contributor to the 
 Mirror. He was born in Pl^'mouth, Mass., in 1787 ; 
 so he informed us, when remarkably bright and 
 active, at the age of 77, he spent a night with us, 
 when his company and conversation we really en- 
 joyed. He studied theology with Dr. Pay son, of 
 Portland ; was settled in Boothbay for several 3'ears, 
 and afterwards was pastor of the church in Cumber- 
 land. Mr. Weston was the author of " Our Pastor ; 
 or Reminiscences of Rev. Edward Paj'son, D. D., 
 Pastor of the Second Church, Portland," and "A 
 Historj' of the Congregational Church and Society 
 in Cumberland, Me." He died in Cumberland Cen- 
 tre, June 26, 1870, aged 83 3^ears. 
 
 Charles Freeman was another regular contribu- 
 tor to the columns of the Mirror. He was born in 
 Portland, June 3, 1794, and was a son of Judge 
 Freeman ; graduated at Bowdoin College in 1812 ; 
 studied law three years, and opened an office in 
 Portland, where he practised one year. Feeling a 
 deep interest on the subject of religion, he com- 
 menced the study of the Bible, and concluded 
 henceforth to devote himself to the Christian min- 
 istry. He united with the Second Parish Church, 
 and studied theology with Dr. Payson for seven or 
 eight months, when, in September, 1817, he was 
 licensed to preach b}^ the Cumberland Association. 
 He labored for a season in the eastern section of 
 Maine, and then performed missionary labors in 
 Limington and vicinity. In 1818 he was called to 
 Limerick, where, after supplying the pulpit for sev- 
 eral months, he was settled over the Congregational 
 Church in January, 1820. Mr. Freeman published, 
 in 1829, "The Import and Practical Use of Bap- 
 tism ; " he was also the author of a Sermon de- 
 livered before the Maine Missionar}' Society. He 
 kept a diary of the events of the day, as he in- 
 formed us in a letter received a short time before 
 his decease, and was particular to record the deaths 
 
NOTES. 407 
 
 of his friends and distinguished persons. He was a 
 very industrious man, and never had a moment hang- 
 ing heavil}' on his hands. Mr. Freeman continued 
 faitlifnlly to discharge the duties of the pastoral 
 office in Limerick for a third of a century, and died 
 September 19, 1853, aged 59 j-ears. Hon. Samuel 
 Freeman, of Chelsea, Mass., is a son of the above. 
 
 Thomas T. Stone, a gentleman of nice perceptions 
 and large abilities, was also a Avriter for the Mirror. 
 He was born in Waterford, Maine, February 9, 1801, 
 and graduated at Bowdoin College in 1820. He 
 was ordained in Andover, Me., 1824, and taught the 
 Academy in Bridgeton several years. While liv- 
 ing here we recollect calling at his house with a 
 friend, on a very cold day in December, 1831, where 
 we were agreeably and profitably entertained. Mr. 
 Stone preached in East Machias from 1832 until 
 1846, and from 1846 until 1852 he was pastor of 
 the First Church in Salem, Mass. 
 
 In 1852 Mr. Stone preached in Bolton, where he 
 remained until 1860, and from 1863 until 1871 he 
 preached in Brooklyn, Conn. Since that time, from 
 the failure of health, Mr. S. has retired from all 
 stated services. 
 
 The following are Mr. Stone's publications : " Six 
 Sermons on War," 1829 ; " Sketches in Oxford 
 Countv," 1830 ; a Sermon on the murder of Elijah 
 P. Lovejoy ; a Sermon at the ordination of Mr. 
 Child, of Calais, Me., 1836 ; a Sermon preached in 
 Salem on the meaning of Justification, 1846 ; an 
 Anti-Slavery Address delivered in Salem, 1851 ; a 
 volume of Sermons — twent3'-four in number — in 
 1854 ; " The Rod and the Staflf," in 1856 ; besides 
 articles in the Libert}^ Bell, Christian Register, Anti- 
 Slavery Standard, the Dial, Monthly Religious Mag- 
 azine, and other periodicals. Mr. Stone resides in 
 Bolton, Mass. 
 
 Thomas Adams was another writer for the Mirror. 
 He was born in North Brookfield, Mass., February 
 
408 NOTES. 
 
 7, 1792, and graduated at Dartmouth College in 
 1814. He taught school for one ^-ear at Strouds- 
 burg, Penn., where he had among his pupils, the 
 late Hon. George M. Stroud, of Philadelphia — 
 after which he studied theology with Rev. Thomas 
 Snell. In 1818, Mr. Adams was settled over the 
 Congregational Church in Vassalborough, Maine, 
 having Winslow and Clinton included in his charge. 
 He was dismissed in 1834 ; was a temperance agent 
 one year ; pastor at Waterville three j-ears, and edi- 
 tor of a temperance paper five 3ears. Mr. A. re- 
 moved to Ohio, where, for nearly twenty j-ears, he 
 was engaged in pastoral labors. He returned to 
 Maine, spent a few jeai's in Vassalborough, and at 
 the age of seventy-eight retired from the regular 
 labors of the ministry. 
 
 The publications of Mr. Adams are, a Thanks- 
 giving Sermon, preached at Farmington, 1817 ; Ser- 
 mon on the death of his wife, 1821 ; Sermon before 
 the Maine Missionary Society ; Sermon before the 
 Kennebec Conference ; Sermon on Temperance, 1827 ; 
 Temperance Address, 1829 ; Sketchof thelifeof Rev. 
 Asa Burton, D. D., in the Quarterh* Register, 1838, 
 and a Sketch of the life of Father Tlmrston, in the 
 Congregational Quarterly. Mr. Adams has also 
 written many articles for the religious publications 
 of the day. He now resides in Winslow, Maine, 
 and although in his eighty-fourth year, occasionally 
 holds a Sabbath service. 
 
 Enoch Pond was also a contributor to the Mirror. 
 He was born in Wrenthara, Mass., July 29, 1791, 
 graduated at Brown University, studied theology 
 with Dr. Emmons, and was licensed to preach in 
 June, 1814. He was ordained pastorof the Congrega- 
 tional Church in Auburn, Mass., March 1, 1815, and 
 dismissed in 1828, when he became editor of the 
 " Spirit of the Pilgrims," publislied in Boston. In 
 June, 1832, he was elected Professor of Theolog}' in 
 the Seminar}^ at Bangor, where he has remained for 
 
NOTES. 409 
 
 a period of fortj'-tliree j-ears, and is still active at 
 his post, at the advanced age of eight^'-four years. 
 
 Mr. Pond's principal publications are " A Treat- 
 ise on Christian Baptism," 1816 ; " Monthl}- Concert 
 Lectures," 1824 ; " Lectures on Pastoral Theolog}'," 
 1844 ; two editions of each of the above have been 
 printed ; " Review of Swedenborgianism," 1846 ; 
 tlu'ee editions published ; " Lectures on Christian 
 Theology," 1867 ; four editions printed ; " History' 
 of God'^s Church," 1870 ; two editions ; " The Seals 
 Opened ; the Apocah-pse Explained," 1871 ; about 
 twenty volumes besides, and a number of pamphlets. 
 Mr. Pond has also contributed largely to religious 
 periodicals, and performed a great amount of pas- 
 toral labor. In the words of Professor Park, of 
 Andover, " Few men in our day have written so 
 much and so well." May his life be long continued, 
 a blessing to the churches of Maine, and a benefactor 
 to the world at large. 
 
 George E. Adams, another contributor to the 
 Mirror, was born in AVorthington, Mass., October 
 27, 1801, graduated at Yale College in 1821, and at 
 Andover Seminarj'- in 1829. "While pursuing his 
 theological studies, he was engaged as a teacher for 
 two years in Portsmouth, N. H. He was three years 
 Professor of Biblical Literature in Bangor, and at the 
 same time acting pastor at Brewer, Maine. Decem- 
 ber 28, 1829, Mr. Adams was installed pastor of the 
 Congregational Church in Brunswick, where he re- 
 mained fort3'-one j'ears. From 1870 until 1875 he 
 was pastor elect of Trinity Congregational Church in 
 Orange, N. J. He is now in Brunswick, preaching 
 to his old charge, never having been formally dis- 
 missed. 
 
 Mr. Adams has been fifty 3'ears in the ministry, 
 and what is remarkable, he never preached as a can- 
 didate, has never asked for an increase of salary-, 
 never had any trouble with his congregation, was 
 never formally dismissed, and never had a stipulated 
 
410 NOTES. 
 
 vacation. That lie has alwaj'S lived on the salary he 
 received we are not so sure ; but he has been a faith- 
 ful pastor, and every j-ear has had additions to his 
 church ; some j-ears the number of converts has 
 been no fewer than fort3'-live or fifty, which has 
 been an average of one a month during his whole 
 pastorate. Mr. Adams's publications have been con- 
 fined to a few pamphlets. [Mr. A. died Dec. 1875.] 
 
 Among other contributors to the Christian Mirror, 
 from forty to fifty years ago, were William Ladd, 
 Daniel Lovejoy,. Solomon Adams, Martin Brett, 
 Eliza Thornton, William Cutter, Edward F. Cutter, 
 Thaddeus Pomero}', Jonathan Dow, Charles Jenkins, 
 Huldah Jenkins, William T. Dwight, John L. Ringe, 
 Asa Mead, William Allen, Moses T. Harris, Sidney 
 Turner, Amos Cook, Samuel Johnson, John W. El- 
 lingwood, Samuel H. Peckham, Joseph P. Fessen- 
 den, Caleb Bradley, Samuel Stone, Perez Chapin, 
 John A. Douglass, Joseph Walker, Allen Greely, 
 Joseph Peet, Jotham Sewall, Franklin Yeaton, Ben- 
 jamin Tappan, Eliphalet Gillet, David Thurston, 
 Cyril Pearl, David M. Mitchell, Nathan W. Shel- 
 don, Elijah Jones, Charles Frost, Thomas C. Upham, 
 Thomas Jameson, Charles Ilobart, David Shepley, 
 Swan L. Pomroy, Charles L. Cook, John Gunnison, 
 Bennet Tyler, Christopher Marsh, Charles P. Ilsley, 
 and ourself. While we were an apprentice at the 
 office, Mr. Cummings inserted more than fifty of our 
 communications — crude as they must necessarily 
 have been, when our youth and inexperience are 
 taken into consideration. Nearly all of the articles 
 weue published while the writer was unknown to 
 the editor. We continue to write occasionally for 
 the Mirror, while nearly all of the above have passed 
 away, together with the early editors, proprietors 
 and printers. 
 
 ^^^ Huckler's Row was a portion of Main street, 
 in Portland. The word buckler was doubtless a cor- 
 ruption of huckster. 
 
NOTES. 411 
 
 ^^^ Long Creek is four or five miles from Portland, 
 about which in olden times many humble families 
 were gathered. 
 
 ^" Amy Moody, familiarly known as Coot Moody, 
 was a poor, unfortunate woman who resided near the 
 Creek, in Scarborough, Maine, and parti}' supported 
 herself and sister by gathering herbs, which she car- 
 ried to Portland and sold. Being generally known, 
 she was assisted by the benevolent and kind-hearted, 
 who were never displeased by her appearance at the 
 door. She died Dec. 18, 1865, aged about 80 years. 
 We have a striking portrait of the old lady, painted 
 from life, b}- the late Charles Cole. It has recently 
 been retouched b}' Miss Louisa Skillings, the artist. 
 
 ^'* Asa CuMMiNGS was born in Andover, Mass., 
 September 29, 1790, studied theology and was pas- 
 tor of the First Church in North Yarmouth, Me., 
 several j-ears. He was Editor of the Christian Mir- 
 ror from 1826 to 1855 — a period of nearl}' thirty' 
 3'ears. A clear thinker and an able writer, he made 
 the Mirror a reliable and valuable paper. Mr. Cum- 
 mings wrote the Life of Dr. Payson in 1830, and 
 afterwards edited several volumes of his sermons. 
 He also was the author of several occasional dis- 
 courses. He died June 30, 1856, on his return from 
 the Isthmus of Panama, two daj-s out from Aspin- 
 wall, where he had been to visit a daughter. His 
 age was 65 3'ears. 
 
 ^'^ Perez Chapin was born in Benson, Vermont, 
 in 1776. For many years he was the faithful pas- 
 tor of the Congregational Church in Pownal, Me. 
 We remember him as a sound preacher, an estimable 
 man and a humble Christian. Mr. C. owned a small 
 farm on which he personally labored many hours 
 during the week, to help support himself and family, 
 as his small salary was insufficient. Mr. Chapiu 
 probably never received from his church and society 
 over three hundred dollars a year. What would 
 many of our modern preachers say to such a salary. 
 
412 NOTES. 
 
 who receive several tliousancl dollars annually, and 
 two or three months' vacation, to go abroad, with 
 expenses paid? The}' have little idea of the self- 
 denial practised by some of the faithful Christian 
 ministers who lived half a century ago. Mr. Chapin 
 died in 1833, aged 57 years, greatl}- lamented by his 
 church and society. 
 
 ^'•^ Francis Gardner was born in Walpole, N. II., 
 March 15, 1812, and graduated at Harvard College 
 in 1831. Soon after leaving College he took charge 
 of the Latin School in Boston, where he remains to 
 the present da^', faithful in the discharge of his 
 arduous duties. Mr. Gardner is the author of a 
 large Latin Dictionar}', and several other valuable 
 school books. He has probably fitted more pupils 
 for College than any other teacher in New England. 
 
 ^'^ Joseph H. In graham was born in Portland, 
 Maine, in 1809. For several j-ears he was a teacher 
 in Washington College, near Natchez, Miss. His 
 first publication was "The South-AYest, by a Yan- 
 kee." He subsequently wrote "Lafitte," "Burton," 
 " Dancing Feather," and other romances, which were 
 extensively read. Mr. Ingraham afterwards became 
 an Episcopal minister, and was settled at Holly 
 Springs, Miss. He tlien wrote " Prince of the House 
 of David," " Pillar of Fire," and " Throne of David," 
 which have been ver}^ popular works, man}- editions 
 of which have been sold. 
 
 While conducting the Portland Tribune, we under- 
 took to speak a good word for Mr. Ingraham, who 
 had been savagely attacked by some New Y^ork snarl- 
 ing critic, which so well pleased him, that he insisted 
 * on our spending an evening with him at his house, 
 where we were highly entertained with a history of 
 his literary career, from the time he left Portland 
 till his return. He was now writing for his support, 
 and turned off" several stories a week for Mr. Frederick 
 Gleason and other publishers. It is remarkable, in 
 writing so much, that he wrote so well. Many of 
 
NOTES. 413 
 
 his tales are as popular as when they were first 
 issued. 
 
 In handling a pistol, Mr. Ingraham accidentally 
 let it drop. It exploded, and the ball entered his 
 body, producing a wound of which he died in two. or 
 three da3's. His last hours were cheered by the doc- 
 trines he had preached, and he passed triumphantly 
 aw a}'. His death occurred about 1865, when he was 
 56 3'ears of age. 
 
 ^'^ Stephen Cash was famous in olden times for the 
 excellent clams he carried to the Portland market. 
 They were obtained in abundance near his residence, 
 on the shores of Long Creek, a few miles from Port- 
 land. Apparently happy with his well-loaded wheel- 
 barrow, how often have we heard him sing, as he 
 passed along — 
 
 "You've got money, and I've got none, 
 Come buy my clams, and I'll go home ! " 
 
 Sometimes he would vary his song hj adding the 
 following : — 
 
 " My clams are good physic, the season all through — 
 A bushel come buy, and bid doctors adieu." 
 
 Mr. Cash was a fine specimen of an out-of-town 
 Yankee, and never troubled himself with the cares 
 of to-morrow. He died in November, 1854, aged 
 about 65 years. 
 
 "'■' ScAKBOROUGii is a very pleasant village, a few 
 miles from Portland. Some parts of the town are 
 Band}', and not easil}^ cultivated. An interesting 
 and valuable early History of this place, written by 
 William S. Southgate, was published in 1853, by 
 the Maine Historical Society. We shall long remem- 
 ber the many happy hours, in early life, we passed 
 in this village and on Prout's Neck with our old 
 friend Beckett ; and the delightful rides beneath the 
 shady trees, and beside the sparkling waters of the 
 Spurwink and Nonesuch rivers. 
 
414 NOTES. 
 
 ^^•^ John A. Poor was born in Andover, Me., Janu- 
 ary 8, 1808. He studied law, and for several j-ears 
 practised in Bangor. He removed to Portland about 
 the 3-ear 1848. It was mainly through his efforts 
 that the grand enterprise of the Atlantic and St. 
 Lawrence Railroad was projected, and after many 
 discouragements, carried through to completion. A 
 more enterprising, far-seeing man, Maine has never 
 produced. Bowdoin College conferred on Mr. P. 
 the honorary degree of A. M. in 1848. Mr. Poor 
 died suddenly in Portland, September 4, 1871, aged 
 63 3^ears. A short time before his death we had the 
 pleasure of seeing and conversing with him in Bos- 
 ton. Mr. P. was a tall, noble-looking man. His 
 loss will be severely felt in New England for many 
 years to come. 
 
 ^^ Isaac Adams was born in Byfield, Mass., in 
 1774; graduated at Dartmouth College in 1796, 
 and in the jear following removed to Portland. He 
 taught the town school for several j'cars. In 1802 
 he opened a bookstore on Fish street. In 1805 he 
 connected himself with the Portland Gazette, and 
 edited it with ability for some time. He was a 
 member of the General Court of Massachusetts for 
 ten years, and after Maine became a distinct State, 
 in 1820, he was for some years a member of the 
 Legislature. He died July 5, 1834, aged 60 3-ears. 
 We remember distinctly the large, tall figure of Mr. 
 Adams — although he stooped a little in his later 
 3'ears — who so efficiently presided at our early town 
 meetings. He was a man of noble impulses. Mr. 
 Adams was never married. 
 
 ^^- Arthur Shirley was born in Fr^^eburg, Me., 
 September 9, 1782, and went to Portland at the age 
 of 17, to learn the trade of a printer, in the office of 
 the Portland Gazette. He afterwards became pro- 
 prietor of the paper, and published it till 1824, when 
 he sold out — having started the Christian Mirror, 
 of which he w^as the proprietor many years. Mr. 
 
NOTES . 415 
 
 Sliirle}- was a member of Dr. Pa3'son's Church, anrl 
 with seA'eral others was set off in 1825 to form the 
 Third Parish Church. He died January 20, 1864, 
 aged 81 3-ears. The last time we were in Portland 
 (1853) we spent a xevy pleasant evening witli Mr. 
 Shirley at the house he so long occupied on Federal 
 street, which was destroyed by the great fire of 18G6. 
 
 ^^ John Phillips was born in Rowle}-, Mass., 
 August 20, 1761. In earl}' manhood he removed 
 to Portland, and engaged in the shoe-manufacturing 
 business. In 1807 he was chosen Deacon of Dr. Pay- 
 son's Church, which office he retained till his death, 
 which occurred April 19, 1826, at the age of 64 
 years. We remember distinctly the upright Chris- 
 tian gentleman, and how sevei'ely his death was felt 
 not only by the church he had faithfull}- served for 
 many 3'ears, but by the community at large. His 
 house was on the corner of Federal and Court street. 
 
 ^^ Eben Steele was born September 1, 1801. He 
 was a whole-souled Christian gentleman, whose lib- 
 eralit}' was felt in a hundred channels, in Portland 
 and vicinity, where he spent nearlj' his whole life. 
 There was no charitable enterprise in which Mr. 
 Steele was not interested, and which did not receive 
 some token of remembrance from his liberal hand. 
 He died August 8, 1871, aged 70 years. 
 
 ^^ Mai'o's Hill led from Cumberland street to the 
 water in Back Cove. It was a fine place for sliding 
 in winter, and the bo3'S improved it on AYednesday 
 and Saturda}' afternoons, and on the pleasant moon- 
 shiny nights. 
 
 ^^ Neck Pond was a beautiful sheet of water on 
 the summit of Munjoy's Hill, which was frozen over 
 in winter, where the bo.ys often gathered for the rare 
 sport of skating. The pond is now filled up, we 
 understand, and covered by houses. It is a pitj' 
 that so beautiful a pond could not have remained 
 forever, a sparkling gem to beautify the eastern sec- 
 tion of the city. 
 
41G NOTES. 
 
 ^^^ John Groves was born in one of the West 
 India Islands about tlie 3-ear 1765, and Avhen a 
 3-oung man took up Iiis residence in Portland. 
 During the Avar of 1812, he was steward of a brig, 
 under a Captain McLellan, bound to Portland. The 
 brig was seized by a French vessel and placed under 
 guard. Mr. Groves insisted that the captain should 
 make an effort to retake the brig, but without avail. 
 *■' I can take her," said Groves, and displaying no 
 little courage, he animated the crew, and was vic- 
 torious. The owner offered to reward Groves for 
 his valor, but he received nothing. He died August 
 1, 1872, aged about a hundred and seven years. 
 His faculties held out remarkably for one of his 
 years. 
 
 ^^^ Saccarappa is a large, pleasant village, about 
 six or eight miles from Portland. It has excellent 
 water privileges, and j-ears ago the boards sawed at 
 this place were a soui'ce of employment and income 
 to a majority of the earl}^ inhal)itants. They were 
 mostly hauled into Portland, and shipped from Port- 
 land Pier to some foreign port. 
 
 ^*' Caleb Emery was born in Sanford, Maine, 
 March 18, 1813, and graduated at Dartmouth Col- 
 lege in 1842. For many 3-ears he was a successful 
 teaclier in Boston. He is now principal of the 
 Charlestown High School, one of the best regulated 
 institutions in the vicinity of Boston. 
 
 '"■*" Charles Deane, an eminent antiquarian, was 
 born in Biddcford, Maine, November 10, 1813. In 
 early manhood he removed to Boston, entered mer- 
 cantile life, devoting his leisure hours to the study 
 of American history, and collecting books on the 
 subject. He has now a large and valuable collec- 
 tion of works on the earl}' history of this country. 
 Mr. Deane is the author of several publications, 
 among which are "First Plymouth Patent;" "No- 
 tices of Samuel Gorton;" "Bibliography of Gov- 
 ernor Hutchinson's Papers ; " " Letters of Phillis 
 
NOTES. 417 
 
 Wheatley ; " " Wingfield's Discourse of Virginia ; " 
 " Smith's True Relation ; " " Memoir of George Liv- 
 ermore ; " " Remarks on Sebastian Cabot's Mappe 
 Monde ; " " Tlie Forms of Issuing Letters Patent by 
 tlie Crown of England," besides editing Governor 
 Bradford's "History of Plymouth Plantation," and 
 several volumes of the Proceedings of the Massa- 
 chusetts Historical Society. The honorary degree 
 of A. M. was conferred upon Mr. Deane b}' Harvard 
 College in 1856, and that of LL. D. by Bowdoin Col- 
 lege in 1871. Mr. D. now resides in Cambrido-e. 
 
 ^^^ George H. Preble was born in Portland, Feb- 
 ruary 25, 181G, and was a son of the late Captain 
 Enoch Preble, and a nephew of the Commodore, who 
 died in 1807. Mr. Preble has risen from a midship- 
 man, in the United States Navy, through all the 
 grades of office, until in November, 1871, he was 
 promoted to Commodore. He is the author of 
 " Genealogy of the Preble Famil}-," and a " His- 
 tory of the American Flag," besides contributing 
 many articles to the Genealogical Register. Soon 
 after Mr. Charles P. Ilsley started the Transcript in 
 Portland, Mr. Preble contributed a series of papers 
 to its columns, entitled "Leaves from a Reefer's 
 Log." Two or three years ago a number of articles 
 appeared in the Boston Transcript — "Notes on 
 Whales and Whaling " — from the pen of Mr. Preble. 
 He has been appointed by Government to write a 
 " History of the Boston Nav}' Yard," which is nearly 
 completed. He has in manuscript a large volume 
 containing " Notices of five or six thousand persons 
 who have lived to be a hundred j-ears old and up- 
 wards." Several 3'ears ago he prepared a volume of 
 three or four hundred pages, relative to the " Sea 
 Serpent," which was deposited with the Natural 
 History Society of Portland, and destroyed in the 
 great iire of 1866. Mr. Preble is now stationed at 
 Philadelphia. He has recentl}^ been deeply afflicted 
 by the loss of his wife — an amiable and excellent 
 37 
 
418 NOTES. 
 
 woman — daughter of tlie late Mr. John Cox, of 
 Portland. 
 
 ^^- George M. Baker was born in Portland, July 
 2, 1832, and removed to Boston when young, where 
 he now resides. He is the author of several volumes 
 of plays, which have been remarkably successful, 
 some of which have been reproduced abroad. He 
 has also written two or three books for the 3'oung. 
 
 ^^ Gordon Hall was born in Tolland, Mass., 
 April 8, 1784. He was the first American mission- 
 ary to Bomba}', where, after a labor of thirteen' 
 years, he died of cholera, March 20, 1826, aged 42 
 years. He published several sermons, and an " Ap- 
 peal in Behalf of the Heathen." 
 
 ^'^Ajios B. Alcott was born in Wolcott, Conn., 
 November 29, 1799. In early manhood he removed 
 to Boston, where for several years he taught school 
 for young children at the Masonic Temple. Some 
 years ago he removed to Concord, Mass., where he 
 now resides. He is the author of "Tablets," and 
 " Conversations with Children on the Gospels." 
 Mr. A. is the father of Louisa M. Alcott, the popular 
 author. 
 
 ^^^ Cornelius S. Cartee was born in Providence, 
 R.I., July 28, 1806. For many years he was prin- 
 cipal of the Harvard School in Charlestown, Mass., 
 where he now resides, the efficient librarian of the 
 Public Librar3^ Mr. Cartee is the author of " Ele- 
 ments of Physical and Political Geography," which 
 has had a large circulation. 
 
 ^''"Harlan Page was born in Coventry, Conn., 
 July 28, 1791. He was a very conscientious, hum])le 
 Christian, and following in the steps of his divine 
 Master, literally went about doing good. He died 
 in New York, September 23, 1834, aged 43, leaving 
 a remarkably bright record behind. His life, writ- 
 ten by William A. Hollock, was printed in 1835, 
 many editions of which have been published and 
 extensively circulated. 
 
NOTES. 419 
 
 ^^' Asa Rand was born in Rindge, N. H., August 
 G, 1783 ; graduated at Dartmouth College in 1806, 
 and was ordained and became pastor of the Congre- 
 gational Church in Gorham, Maine, January 18, 
 1809. When the Christian Mirror was established 
 in Portland, in August, 1822, Mr. Rand became its 
 Editor. May 27, 1825, his valedictory appeared in 
 the Mirror, and soon after he removed to Boston and 
 assunred the editorship of the Boston Recorder. He 
 afterwards established the Volunteer, a monthly 
 periodical. In 1833 he published in Lowell the 
 Observer, a religious weekly paper. In a few 3-ears 
 later he returned to his early vocation of preaching 
 the gospel, and Avas settled in Peterborough, N. Y. 
 Mr. Rand was the author of " A Word in Season ; " 
 " Familiar Sermons ; " a number of discourses and 
 pamphlets, and also edited a volume of Dr. Burton's 
 posthumous essay's. He spent the evening of his 
 days in Ashburnham, Mass., where he died August 
 24, 1871, aged 88 years. 
 
 Mr. Rand's first wife was a sister of Rev. Dr. 
 Payson — his second, who died June 12, 1871, a 
 short time before his own decease, was the daughter 
 of Rev. Mr. Cushing, of Ashburnham. 
 
 ^^* Seth Payson was born in Walpole, Mass., Sep- 
 tember 19, 1758; graduated at Harvard College in 
 1777 ; was ordained in 1782, and settled in Rindge, 
 N. H., in 1782, where he remained till his death, 
 Fel»ruary 26, 1820, at the age of 61 ^-ears. He 
 published " Proofs of lUuminism," and several dis- 
 courses. He was the father of Dr. Edward Payson. 
 
 ^^ Elias Nason was born in Wrentham, Mass., 
 April 21, 1811, and graduated at Brown University 
 in 1835. He taught school several j-ears ; studied 
 theology, and was settled in Natick, Mass. ; after- 
 wards in Exeter, N. H. He has published " Songs 
 for the School Room ; " " Congregational Hj'mn 
 Book ; " " Life of Sir Charles Henry Frankland ; " 
 " Life of Susanna Rowson ; " Eulogies on Lincoln, 
 
420 NOTES. 
 
 Everett and Andrew, besides several pamphlets. 
 One 3'ear he edited the Genealogical Register. In 
 1874 Mr. Nason went abroad, where he remained 
 over a j'ear. He resides in North Billerica, Mass. 
 
 ^ Thomas Todd was born in Phippsburg, Maine, 
 November 6, 1797. In early life he removed to 
 Portland, and served an apprenticeship with Francis 
 Douglas, who published the Eastern Argus. On 
 the second day of September, 1820, Mr. Douglas 
 accidentally shot himself, in taking a gun from his 
 boat, while on an excursion to the islands in Port- 
 land Harbor. He died the same night from loss of 
 blood, at the earl}- age of 36 3-ears. On the seventh 
 of November following, Thomas Todd's name appears 
 for the first time as publisher of the Argus. He con- 
 tinued proprietor of the paper till 1837, when he sold 
 out the establishment. In 1842 Mr. Todd was Post- 
 master of Portland. In 1844 he started the Daily 
 American, which was published several j-ears. He 
 afterwards removed to Boston, where he suddenly- 
 died June 28, 1854, aged 56. A day or two before 
 his death, Mr. Todd brought to us a beautiful bou- 
 quet, remarking, " This is for 3'ou," and immedi- 
 atel}' left. The flowers had not faded when we 
 heard of his death. Mr. Todd was a kind and 
 genial inan, whom every bod}' loved. 
 
 -"' David D. INIariner was born in Cape Elizabeth, 
 Me., December 27, 1811. Modest and unassuming, 
 like Cowper's cottager, he is scarcel}' known a "half 
 a mile from home," and yet he is a true man, and 
 quite intelligent ; he has written not a little that 
 would not discredit some of our distinguished au- 
 thors. Several of his poems we have read, which 
 evinced considerable talent, Mr. Mariner is still 
 living in his native town, but we have not seen him 
 for more than a quarter of a century. We learn 
 that he has been deepl^^ afflicted of late ; having 
 lost by death the wife of his youth, a married daugh- 
 ter and her eldest child. His only son was run over 
 
NOTES. 421 
 
 by a train of cars, losing both legs, and barel}'- es- 
 caping with his life. But with a truly courageous, 
 Christian spirit he writes, "I cannot give way to 
 despondenc}', so long as I have my health and duty 
 urges me on." Ma}^ Heaven sustain and bear him up ! 
 
 ^■^ Thomas C. Upham was born in Deerfield, N. H., 
 January 30, 1799, graduated at Dartmouth College 
 in 1818, and at Andover Seminar}^ in 1821. For a 
 shoj't time he preached in Rochester, N. H. In 
 1825 he w as chosen Professor of Mental Philosophy 
 in Bowdoin College, where he remained until 1867, 
 a period of 42 years. His principal works are, 
 " Elements of Mental Philosophy ; " " Treatise on 
 the Will ; " " Hidden Life ; " " Ratio Disciplinge ; " 
 " Divine Union ; " " Religious Maxims ; " " Ameri- 
 can Cottage Life ; " " Letters from Europe ; " " Life 
 of Faith ; " " Manual of Peace ; " " Life of Catharine 
 Adora," and " Method of Prayer," his last work — 
 a beautiful legacy to the world. 
 
 Mr. Upham was a remarkably benevolent man. 
 While Bowdoin College was suffering from pecuniary 
 difficulties, he undertook to raise fift}' thousand dol- 
 lars for the relief of the institution. He was w^orth 
 some ten thousand dollars — it was all the property 
 he owned — and he commenced the subscription \>\ 
 putting his name down for this amount ; making 
 himself comparatively poor from a sense of CluMs- 
 tian duty. This fact we had from the lips of Mr. 
 U[)ham himself, which we would repeat under no 
 consideration, if he w^ere living. He freely gave all 
 he possessed to the College, and then found it com- 
 paratively eas}' to raise the forty thousand dollars 
 from his friends and the friends of the institution. 
 Here was real benevolence and no pretence. He 
 relied for his future support on his salary and 
 what income he might derive from the cop3'right of 
 his books. No man was ever happier than Mr. Up- 
 ham, when the last dollar was subscril)ed, and his 
 beloved college was saved from ruin. In the whole 
 
422 NOTES. 
 
 round of Christian experience we have failed to find 
 a similar instance of real, disinterested benevolence. 
 
 We were anxious at one time that Mr. Upham 
 should write a life of our old friend, William Ladd, 
 the apostle of peace ; but when we introduced the 
 subject, he excused himself on account of the labors 
 which had already accumulated on his hands, while 
 he possessed not the best state of health. He was 
 apprehensive, if he undertook the work, that he 
 could not do justice either to Mr. Ladd or to the 
 cause he labored to advocate. The life of the phi- 
 lanthropist has since been written by our friend. 
 Rev. John Hemmenway, who has made an interest- 
 ing and valuable book. 
 
 After Mr. Upham relinquished his professorship 
 at Brunswick, he resided in Kennebunkport, and 
 often took a journey to New York, where he spent 
 some time with a relative. Stopping in Boston for 
 a day or two, he would give us a friendl}' call, and 
 no man were we more pleased to see. He always 
 had something interesting and valuable to communi- 
 cate. He was so childlike in his disposition and 
 feelings, that no one could help loving him. His 
 character was one of real greatness ; uniting the 
 simplicity and innocence of childhood with the spirit 
 and wisdom of a philosopher, and the trust and hu- 
 mility of a Christian. 
 
 Mr. Upham died in New York, April 2, 1872, 
 aged 73 years. His remains were carried to Bruns- 
 wick, for interment, where he had spent the larger 
 portion of his life. 
 
 ^^ Nathaniel Small. Some few will remember 
 this 3'outh of feeble intellect, who was often imposed 
 upon by thoughtless boj^s. Small was kind and in- 
 offensive, except when unjustly provoked. A large 
 portion of his days was passed in the poor-house 
 in Portland, where he made himself useful about the 
 establishment. Indeed the Superintendent has often 
 told us that Mr. Small was as serviceable a man as 
 
NOTES. 423 
 
 any member of the house, and that he coukl not well 
 be spared from the position lie occupied. He was 
 always ready cheerfull}- to do the work assigned him 
 as faithfully as he knew how. In years past we often 
 met him there, to receive a kind smile and a friendly 
 shake of the hand. He always appeared grateful 
 to those who visited him, and thoughtful for every 
 attention received. He died at the age of about 70. 
 His life and end might well be envied b}' scores who 
 misimprove their privileges, debase their talents, and 
 prove curses to the world. He far better subserved 
 his existence. 
 
 -"* John B. Brown was born in Lancaster, N. H., 
 May 31, 1805. In early life he removed to Port- 
 land, where by his energy and close attention to 
 business, he acquired a large fortune; He is an in- 
 fluential and valuable citizen. There is no project 
 for improving and building up his adopted cit}', into 
 which he does not enter with his whole soul, and 
 with a liberality which knows no bounds. He has 
 been honored with many positions of trust, and is a 
 faithful and efficient worker in whatever he under- 
 takes. 
 
 ^^ Simon Gkeenleaf was born in Newburyport, 
 Mass., December 5, 1783, and was educated at the 
 Latin School of his native place. On leaving school 
 he entered the law office of Ezekiel Whitman, of New 
 Gloucester, Maine, and was a devoted student. In 
 1806 he was admitted to the Cumberland bar, com- 
 menced practice in Standish, and in one year took 
 up his residence in Gray. In 1818 he removed to 
 Portland, where by his winning manners, and pleas- 
 ing address, and argumentative skill, he soon estab- 
 lished a reputation and secured a large practice. In 
 1833 Mr. Greenleaf was called to the Law School, 
 at Cambridge, as Royal Professor, and after a labor 
 of fifteen years, in 1848 he resigned on account of 
 failing health. The College conferred upon him the 
 honorary degree of LL. D. in 1834. Mr. Greenleaf 
 
424 NOTES. 
 
 was the autlior of several works, mostl}- on law. He 
 died in Cambridge, October 6, 1853, aged 69 years 
 and 10 months. 
 
 -"•^ Paul E. Merrill Mas born in Falmouth, Me., 
 in 1783, but for man}' years resided on Smith street, 
 in Portland. In early life he followed the sea, and 
 for a long period was one of the most active and 
 enterprising ship-masters Avho sailed from that port. 
 He earl}' connected himself with Dr. Payson's church, 
 and for many 3-ears opened his house weekly for a 
 teachers' pra^-er meeting, connected with the North 
 Sabbath School, in which he and his excellent wife 
 were deepl}' interested. He died March 5, 1854, 
 aged 71 years. 
 
 -"^ John J. Cakruthers was born in Ecclefechan, 
 Dumfriesshire, Scotland, September 17, 1800, and is 
 a son of the late Rev. James Carruthers, who was 
 connected for many j-ears with the Third Church in 
 Portland, and whose missionary labors in the State 
 of Maine were so highly appreciated some forty or 
 fifty years ago. Mr. C. was educated at the Univer- 
 sities of St. Andrews and Edinburg. Six ^-ears of 
 his ministerial and missionary work were spent in 
 St. Petersburg, Astrachan and the Crimea — the 
 last being his assigned station, from which, in com- 
 mon with many of his brethren stationed elsewhere 
 — as the result of the changed policy of the Russian 
 government — he reluctantly withdrew. 
 
 Afler laboring in the Christian ministry for fifteen 
 years in England, and five 3'ears in Montreal, Mr, 
 Carruthers Avas installed pastor of the Second Church 
 in Portland, Me., former!}' Dr. Payson's, September, 
 1846, where he still remains. The sermon on the 
 occasion was preached by Rev. Dr. Codman, of Dor- 
 chester, Mass. Dr. C.'s contributions to the press 
 have been large. He wrote for the " Christian 
 Teacher," a Glasgow magazine ; edited the " Har- 
 binger," a Montreal monthl}', and occupied much 
 space in the " Christian Mirror," while under the 
 
NOTES. 425 
 
 control of Dr. Cummings. Among the latter con- 
 tributions, were "The Pulpit and Pen;" "Life in 
 other Lands ; " " Fifteen Years in England ;" " The 
 Scottish Student," and " The Scottish Pastor of the 
 Olden Time." 
 
 The Essays of the Doctor in the Christian Teacher 
 would of themselves make a large volume. Among 
 the topics discussed were " The Philosophy of Mis- 
 sions," " Christian Philanthropy," and " Letters to 
 Young Men, especially Mechanics." 
 
 ]Mr. Carrnthers has also published several pam- 
 phlets ; among others, " The War and its Compen- 
 sations," and " Mental Self-Culture." 
 
 In 1843 the Burlington, Vermont, University con- 
 ferred upon Mr. C. the honorary degree of Doctor of 
 Divinity. At the age of 75, the Doctor is still vig- 
 orous and active, and preaches with remarkable 
 energ}' and power. He is one of our ablest divines. 
 During the great fire of 186G, the Cluu'ch of the Sec- 
 ond Parish on Middle street was destro^^ed ; but by 
 the efforts, mainlj' of the Doctor, a beautiful and 
 commodious church has been erected on Congress 
 street, which was dedicated July 4, 1875 — the Doc- 
 tor preaching on the occasion. 
 
 ^''^ Joshua Leavitt was born in Deerfield, N. IL, 
 in 1775, and died in Naples, Me., April, 1859, aged 
 84. He was originally a printer by trade ; but 
 studied medicine and practised many years in Port- 
 land, where he had removed in earl}' life. AVhen we 
 were .young we frequently called upon him during 
 our leisure evenings, to be entertained and instructed 
 by him. An intelligent man, he often wrote for the 
 public press — both in prose and verse. During the 
 latter part of his life he was deeply interested in the 
 cause of temperance, and labored with his voice and 
 pen to promote its interests. An acrostic he wrote 
 for us many 3-ears ago, we shall always preserve ; 
 not particularly on account of its literary merits, 
 but for the kindness of heart that prompted him to 
 
426 NOTES. 
 
 write, and for the interest he ahvaj's felt in our wel- 
 fare, Mr. Leavitt was a true Christian gentleman, 
 whose memor}' we shall use our influence to per- 
 petuate. 
 
 As a specimen of Mr. Leavitt's quaint stj-le of 
 composition, we quote the following stanzas, from 
 a letter he addressed to us, dated Naples, Me., 
 March 23, 1836 : — 
 
 " The world will not persecute those who are like them, 
 But hold them the same as their own ; 
 
 Tlie pure testimony cries up separation, 
 And calls us our lives to lay down : 
 
 Come out from their spirit and practices too, 
 
 Tlie track of the Saviour keep full in your view ; 
 
 The pure testimony will cut the way through. 
 
 " Then hlow ye the trumpet in pure testimony, 
 
 And let the world hear it again ; 
 O, come ye from Bahylon, Egypt and Sodom, 
 
 And make your way over the plain : 
 And gird on your armor, ye saints of the Lord, 
 And he will direct you hy faith in his word ; 
 The pure testimony will cut like a sword." 
 
 ^^ Samuel Weed was born in Amesbur}', Mass., 
 June, 1774; graduated at Harvard in 1796, in the 
 class with Justice Shaw, Rev. Charles Lowell, Wash- 
 ington Allston, Joseph S. Buckminster, and other 
 distinguished men. After teaching school several 
 years, Mr. Weed studied the profession of a physi- 
 cian, and went to Portland in 1810, where, humble 
 and unobtrusive — respected and beloved — he re- 
 mained till his death, which took place November 
 24, 1857, at the age of 83 years. 
 
 ^^^ Joseph Shepard was a humble African truck- 
 man ; quite aged and infirm, when we knew him, 
 more than half a centmy ago ; an industrious, kind- 
 hearted man. He always answered to the name of 
 " Massa ; " but the reason w^hy we never knew. He 
 was careful and frugal ; owned a small house back 
 of the Eastern Cemetery, in Portland, and made a 
 
NOTES. 427 
 
 worthy citizen. He regularh' worshipped at St. 
 Paul's Church, of which he was an exemplar}- mem- 
 ber. He died at the age of nearly 90, about the 
 3'ear 1838. His wife, Sarah, died December 10, 
 1846, aged 30 years. She was a very neat woman, 
 and kept her house in perfect order. 
 
 ^^^ Joseph Smith was born in Waj-ne, Me., Novem- 
 ber 6, 1805. In early life he was licensed to preach 
 the gospel, but failing in health, he pursued another 
 calling. In the j-ear 1850 he w^ent to Charlestown, 
 Massachusetts, and a few j-ears later settled in Mai- 
 den, where he died September 22, 1874, aged 68 
 years and ten months. Mr. Smith was a humble, 
 conscientious Christian, and endeavored through a 
 life of nearly seventy j'ears, in his daily walk and 
 conversation, to exemplify the gospel he professed 
 to love. From an intimate acquaintance with him, 
 for more than twenty 3'ears, we can testify to the 
 goodness of his heart ; to his implicit trust in his 
 heavenl}^ Father, and his sincere and earnest desire 
 to promote the interests of morality and religion. 
 In ever}^ trial of life — in every pecuniary trouble — 
 Mr. Smith sought communion with his heavenly 
 Father, and felt that he received divine assistance. 
 At one time, when he resided in Maine, he was in 
 pressing need of a small amount of money, to pay 
 an honest debt. He failed to obtain it, and every 
 moment expected to see his inexorable creditor. 
 He entered the woods — knelt in a retii"ed place, 
 and pleaded long and earnestly for assistance. As 
 he turned to leave the retired spot, he espied, just 
 on the edge of the footpath, the amount he so much 
 needed. He alwa^-s believed it was placed there by 
 a divine hand. At another time he made a purchase 
 of some necessary articles in his business, and prom- 
 ised to pay for them on a certain da}'. He had not 
 succeeded in raising the amount when the debt 
 became due. He was greatly distressed about the 
 matter. He went before his Maker, and with all the 
 
428 NOTES. 
 
 sincerit}- of his heart in secret sought divine aid. It 
 was impressed upon his mind to call at a certain 
 house, and the lad}' raiglit possibly help him. At 
 first he hesitated, as the person was almost a stranger 
 to him, but at last he ventured to call. Pie had been 
 seated but a few moments, when the mistress of the 
 house remarked that she had that morning received 
 a small sum of money which she did not need at 
 present, and offered to loau it to Mr. Smith. He 
 gladly received it, and thanking her, humbly de- 
 parted — met the gentleman he owed, and cancelled 
 his debt. He considered this as a special interposi- 
 tion of Providence. Who that sincerely believes 
 the promises of the Bible can say it was not? " Call 
 upon me in the day of trouble, and I will de- 
 liver thee." Through his life Mr. Smith had many 
 occasions to feel that his prayers had been answered. 
 He simply trusted in a divine arm, and he was sus- 
 tained and blest. Mr. Smith lived a prayerful life, 
 and died a triumphant death. 
 
 ^^^ Charles W. Goddard was born in Portland, 
 December 29, 1825 ; graduated at Bowdoin College, 
 studied law, and was for several years Judge of the 
 Superior Court in Cumberland County. He is now 
 the popular and efficient Postmaster of Portland. 
 He makes an excellent presiding officer. 
 
 ^'^ Edward Fox was born in Portland, June 9, 
 1815, and graduated at Harvard College in 1833. 
 He studied law, and for many years was associated 
 with the late Randolph A. L. Codman. A few 3'ears 
 since he was appointed one of the Judges of the 
 United States District Court. His decisions have 
 given general satisfaction. We met and spoke to 
 the Judge in the streets of Boston a short time since. 
 We had not seen him for a quarter of a centur}'. 
 We were surprised to notice so litt'e change in his 
 appearance. 
 
 ^" Edjiund Burke was an eminent English states- 
 man. He Avas born in Ireland, in 1730, and died 
 
NOTES. 429 
 
 at Beaconsfield, Jul}^ 8, 1797, aged 67 j-cars. His 
 works have been printed in ten octavo volumes. 
 
 ^'^ Child's Hill was on Middle street, Portland, 
 next to Judge Freeman's estate, and nearly opposite 
 the Second Parish Church. It was formerly owned 
 by Thomas Child, a native of Boston, who went to 
 Portland previous to 1770, built him a house, and 
 married a sister of Judge Freeman. He died in 
 1787, aged 56. His widow lived on the hill for 
 many years after his decease, and died in Boston in 
 1832, aged 80 3-ears. Although the hill was neither 
 steep nor high, the children often amused themselves 
 here with their sleds in winter. 
 
 ^'^ MouNTFORT Hill was back of the Eastern Cem- 
 eteiy, in Portland, at the head of Mountfort street, 
 which extended a long distance to the water. It 
 was a favorite coasting-place for boys who lived in 
 that section of the town. 
 
 This street was named for the original owner, 
 Edmund Mountfort, who went fi-om Boston and 
 settled there in the early part of the eighteenth 
 century. Mr. M. died November 21, 1737, aged 
 43 years. He was a grandson of Edmund Mount- 
 fort, who,, with his brother Henry, arrived in Boston 
 from England in 1656 — from whom all by this name 
 in New England have descended. 
 
 John Mountfort, a descendant of the original 
 Edmund, was born in Boston, November 2, 1789. 
 While young he entered the United States Arm}-, 
 and was brevetted Major for eminent services in the 
 war of 1812. He greatly distinguished himself in 
 the Seminole war of 1835-6, and rose to the rank of 
 Colonel. Mr. Mountfort died suddenly in Boston, 
 October 22, 1851, aged 62 years, and was buried 
 with military honors in the old family tomb on 
 Copp's Hill. 
 
 George Mountfort, a brother of John, is a native 
 of Boston. For nine 3'ears he was United States Con- 
 sul at the Island of Caudia, in the Turkish dominions, 
 
430 NOTES. 
 
 on the Mediterranean. He has had the honor con- 
 ferred upon him of Knight of the Ottoman Imperial 
 Order of Mejidich. Mr. Mountfort has naturally a 
 fiue poetic taste. If he had devoted himself exclu- 
 sively to letters, he would shine as a star of the first 
 magnitude in the literary horizon. He is the author 
 of a " History of the Island of Candia ; " " Life of 
 John Hancock," and has written no small amount 
 for the Genealogical Register and other periodicals. 
 Mr. M. is now a resident of Boston. 
 
 Napoleon B. Mountfort, another brother, was 
 born in Boston, January 1.5, 1800. For several 
 3'ears he was Judge of the Police Court of New 
 York, but retired for a lucrative practice of law in 
 that city. 
 
 ^" Titcomb's Wharf was at the foot of Willow 
 street, Portland, and in winter afforded the children 
 a good opportunity to enjo}^ themselves. The wharf 
 was owned by Henr}- Titcomb, who lived in the large 
 house at the head of the wharf. Mr. T. died May 
 17, 1829, aged 63 years. 
 
 ^^® The Back Fields — a large extent of territory 
 below Cumberland street, in Portland. Here there 
 were few houses, and no streets were laid out, and 
 the boj'S had full sweep down to the flats in the 
 cove. The most frequented place for coasting was 
 nea^r the house of Mr. Nathan Howe, whence to the 
 water's edge there-was no interruption. 
 
 ^^^ Samuel Freeman was born in Falmouth, now 
 Portland, June 15, 1743, and died June 15, 1831, 
 on the day that he completed his 88th year. "In 
 early life," I quote from Chronicles of Casco Bay, 
 " he was a teacher, a trader, and an attorney at law. 
 In 1775, 1776 and 1778, he was a delegate to the 
 Provincial Congress. He received from Government 
 the office of Clerk of the Cumberland County Courts, 
 w^hich he held until 1820 — a period of 46 years. In 
 1776 he was appointed Register of Probate. The 
 same year he received the appointment of Post- 
 
NOTES. 431 
 
 master, which office he retained for twenty-nine 
 years. In 1773 Mr. Freeman united with Mr. 
 Smith's church, where he was afterwards chosen 
 Deacon, the duties of w'hich office he satisfactorily- 
 discharged for more than forty years." Mr. Freeman 
 was the author of " Town Officer ; " " Clerk's Maga- 
 zine ; " " Probate Directory ; " and at the age of 78, 
 in 1821, he edited " Extracts from the Journals kept 
 by the Rev. Thomas Smith, late Pastor of the First 
 Church of Christ in Falmouth." We distinctly re- 
 member the fine-looking gentleman of the olden 
 time. It was said that in appearance he very much 
 resembled Washington. 
 
 ^'^ Edward Russell was born in North Yarmouth, 
 Me., August 31, 1783, and graduated at Harvard 
 College in 1803. He married Lucy Stevens of Port- 
 land, by whom he had three children. Edward, who 
 has been many years connected with the Mercantile 
 Agency of Boston, is his son. Mr. Russell was Sec- 
 retary of State in 1829 and 1830. For more than 
 twenty years he was engaged in the aff'airs of the 
 town, and had the entire confidence of his fellow- 
 citizens. On the fourth of Jul}", 1806, Mr. R. de- 
 livered an oration before the citizens of his native- 
 place, and in 1833 he gave an Address before his- 
 townsmen, embodying an historical sketch of North' 
 Yarmouth, from its earliest settlement. The Address 
 was printed in the third volume of the Maine His- 
 torical Collections. Mr. Russell died November 29, 
 1835, aged 52 years. Our recollections of Mr. R. 
 are exceedingly pleasant. He W'as kind, genial, 
 noble-hearted. 
 
 Mrs. Russell died in Cambridge, Mass., December 
 28, 1870, aged 83 j-ears and 10 months, having sur- 
 vived her husband for a period of more than thirt}-- 
 five years. 
 
 ^-^ Solomon Sibley was born in Sutton, Mass., 
 October 7, 1769. He removed to Ohio in 1795, 
 and in 1797 went to Detroit. He was Judge of the 
 
432 NOTES. 
 
 Supreme Court from 1824 to 1836. He died at 
 Detroit, April 4, 1846, aged 76 years, 
 
 -^^ Philip, Sachem of Pokanoket, was a brave but 
 revengeful Indian — commonl}" called King Philip. 
 He was the youngest son of Massasoit, and suc- 
 ceeded his brother, Alexander, in 1657. An impla- 
 cable enemy of the colonists, he sought to destroy 
 them. On the 12th of August, 1676, in endeavoring 
 to escape from Captain Church, he was pursued into 
 a swamp, and shot by a friendl}- Indian by the name 
 of Aldeman. By order of Captain Church, the body 
 of Philip was beheaded and quartered. 
 
 ^^ George B. Emerson was born in Kennebunk, 
 Maine, September 12, 1797, and graduated at Har- 
 vard College in 1817. He taught school several 
 years in Maine and Massachusetts, and was tutor in 
 mathematics and natural philosoph}* in Harvard from 
 1819 to 1821. For two or three years he was prin- 
 cipal of the High School for Boys in Boston, and 
 afterwards taught a private school for girls, which 
 he continued for about thirty years. He was Presi- 
 dent of the Boston Society of Natural History. Mr. 
 Emerson is the author of a " Report on the Trees 
 and Shrubs growing naturally in the Forests of 
 Massachusetts." Mr. I^. pleaded earnestly before 
 the city authorities for the preservation of the 
 noble elms on Tremont street ; but his voice was 
 not heeded ; the mandate went forth, the trees 
 were hewn down ; and now red bricks and mor- 
 tar may be seen w'here lately flourished the glo- 
 rious elms which had for more than a century lifted 
 tlieir arms to heaven, as if in benedictions upon the 
 ungrateful city that destroyed them. 
 
 ^-* Oliver Wendell Holmes was born in Cam- 
 bridge, Mass., August 29, 1809, and graduated at 
 Harvard College in 1829. He is the author of " The 
 Autocrat of the Breakfast Tal)le ; " " The Professor 
 at the Breakfast Table ; " " Soundings from the 
 Atlantic;" "Lectures on Homoeopathy and its Kin- 
 
NOTES. 433 
 
 drecl Delusions ; " " Elsie Venner ; " " The Guardian 
 Angel ; " several volumes of poetrj', and a number 
 cf pamphlets. Mr. Holmes used strong arguments 
 before the city fathers, in behalf of the aged elms, 
 and begged that they might continue to beautify 
 Tremont street ; in summer to give their grateful 
 shade to the Avearj' heart and the sweltering laborer ; 
 but in vain ; all arguments were resisted, and the 
 vandal axe did its destructive work. 
 
 ^-^ Adino Paddock was born in Plymouth County, 
 Mass., in 1728, learned the trade of a carriage-maker, 
 and had a shop opposite to the Granary Burying 
 Ground, Boston. In 1762 he imported, with no little 
 expense, and planted opposite his place of business, 
 a row of elegant elms, which have beautified the town, 
 and been a source of comfort and luxury to our fathers 
 for more than a century. Alas ! by the mandate of 
 our city fathers, in March, 1874, the noble trees 
 were cut down and rooted out. 
 
 Mr. Paddock was a loyalist, and in March, 1776, 
 removed to Halifax, N. S. In the June following he 
 embarked with his family for England, when, receiv- 
 ing an office under the British Government, he was 
 stationed at the Isle of Jerse}-, an English island on 
 the coast of France, where he died March 25, 1804, 
 aged 76 years. 
 
 ^-^ Two large and flourishing elms, that for many 
 years stood before tlie Baptist Church on Broadway, 
 Chelsea — whose value for ornament to the cit}', and 
 comfort and health to the citizens, could not be esti- 
 mated b}' dollars and cents — were recently destro3'ed 
 by permission from the city authorities, to the regret 
 of all lovers of nature. Wh^^ the cit}- fathers should 
 consent to this vandal act, we cannot divine. The 
 trees were the pride of the street ; strangers w'ere 
 delighted with their beauty, and everj'body enjoyed 
 their companionship. The property in that vicinit}^, 
 by the destruction of these graceful elms — the 
 growth of nearly half a century — must sensibly 
 28 
 
434 NOTES. 
 
 depreciate. Certainly in our estimation it has less- 
 ened its value one-fourth at least. What they call 
 the " march of improvement " still goes on, and other 
 beautiful trees are doomed. Why, a meeting was 
 actually called at the Mayor's otiice, to take into 
 consideration the removal of a number of the trees 
 that have made Chestnut street so pleasant and de- 
 lightful in summer, and the pride and glory of the 
 town. A few restless spirits were not satisfied till 
 the MaA'or gave his consent to mutilate the trees 
 by clipping off multitudes of flourishing and elegant 
 branches. It was a sad sight to behold. The 
 stripped trees seemed to weep at their loss, and 
 look down mortified and humbled at their meagre 
 appearance. Indeed, we fancied we heard them speak 
 in tones of rebuke to those who had shorn them of 
 their beauty. 
 
 May not the time come when there will not be a 
 single tree left to invite the singing birds, nor a 
 green spot on which the weary eye can rest? In 
 the square were several fine trees, and a fountain 
 which sent forth its sparkling waters in the heat 'of 
 summer ; but ever}^ tree has been cut down, and the 
 fountain actually rooted out ; and for what reason 
 we cainiot understand. In their places we have a 
 drear}', dismal waste of fine sand and coarse gravel. 
 Not even a blade of grass will spring up, for fear, 
 we opine, that the city fathers will at once doom it to 
 destruction. It seems a miniature desert of Arabia. 
 
 ^-'' In Mr. Holmes's "Autocrat of the Breakfast 
 Table " is this remark : " Boston State House is the 
 hub of the solar system. You couldn't pry that out 
 of a Boston man, if you had the tire of all creation 
 straightened out for a crowbar." Why not go a step 
 further, and say Boston is the Hub of the Universe, 
 or the almighty Hub ? We all know that this city 
 contains multitudes of enterprising, wealthy men, 
 . and men of talents, besides a large number of men 
 of importance who are bound to carry out their 
 
NOTES 435 
 
 favorite projects, no matter who is discommoded, or 
 how many are doomed to suffer. Besides, there are 
 literary mutual admiration people in town, who can 
 see no wisdom or ability outside of a particular 
 circle — who are unapproachable by the common 
 classes — who cling so tenaciously to their own 
 opinions, that if a person suggests their liability to 
 mistake, he is looked upon as a wild dreamer, or 
 one who is bordering on imbecility. A favorite 
 within the ring can produce nothing which is not of 
 the highest order of literary excellence, and worthy 
 of the public approval. Thus the merest trash is 
 often palmed off as the finest scintillations of genius. 
 On the other hand, a volume of rare merit from an 
 outsider is often stigmatized as a work beneath the 
 dignity of man, or lacking in all the essentials 
 requisite to make a readable book, and warrant an 
 extended circulation. And this spirit is often caught 
 by common editors, and circulated as the deliberate 
 opinion of the public — and what becomes of the 
 talented author ? Unless he has means to push for- 
 ward, and is not wholly disheartened, he is laid 
 aside and forgotten, till years after his death the 
 community is surprised at the genius displayed by 
 one who died early and contributed so little to 
 the literature of his countr^^ from his wonderful 
 mind. Such a state of things, we trust, will not 
 last beyond the millennium. 
 
 ^-® There was a small hill in Westbrook, Maine, 
 where the boys would often resort for pleasure, which 
 they called Rocky Hill — not quite so high as the 
 one in Falmouth by tlie same name. It was delight- 
 ful to ramble among the trees and bushes near the 
 hill, in the warm days of summer. 
 
 ^-^ Benjamin Franklin, a printer, statesman and 
 philosopher, Avas born in Boston, January 17, 1806, 
 and died in Philadelphia, April 17, 1790, aged 84 
 years. Ilis Life, written by himself, is a most in- 
 teresting and valuable memoir. 
 
436 NOTES. 
 
 ^ Edward S. Morse — the Professor, as he is 
 sometimes called — was born in Portland, Me., June 
 18, 1838, and from his earliest years felt deepl}' in- 
 terested on the subject of natural histor}'. He is 
 connected with the Salem Institute, and has lectured 
 in California and other sections of the Union, and 
 given general satisfaction. Mr. Morse informs us 
 that he has a work in contemplation, on some par- 
 ticular branch of natural histor}', to which he has 
 given considerable attention of late. 
 
 ^^^ The Infantry and the Mechanic Blues were 
 two famous military' companies in Portland a half 
 century ago, and for aught we know are still in 
 existence. We cannot tell how many times in our 
 bo3'hood we followed them through the streets, lis- 
 tening to the enlivening music and witnessing their 
 splendid manoeuvres. 
 
 '^- Prout's Neck is about a dozen miles from 
 Portland. It has been owned b^' the Prout and 
 Libby families for a century or more. It is a fa- 
 vorite retreat in summer. There is line fishing from 
 the rocks, and hundreds from all parts of New Eng- 
 land are entertained and invigorated there every year. 
 
 ^'^ Many 3'ears ago, a Mr. Broad kept a tavern 
 about eight or ten miles from Portland, where par- 
 ties were pleasantl}' entertained. The military com- 
 panies would often make it a resort to spend their 
 anniversaries. 
 
 -^ Spurwink is not far from a dozen miles from 
 Portland. There was a settlement here very early 
 in the seventeenth century. At certain seasons of 
 the year tlie roads leading to this place are ver}'- 
 mudd}' ; at other seasons there is a large quantity 
 of dust, with which one is covered in a ver^' short 
 time. 
 
 ^ When we were a child the Eastern Cemetery, in 
 Portland, was but about one half its present size. 
 The land in front was a sort of common, where the 
 children gathered on high da^-s to spend their cop- 
 
NOTES. 437 
 
 pers, as it was occupied by various tents and shan- 
 ties, for the sale of fruits, cakes, beer and India 
 crackers. Fronting Back street was an old building 
 occupied in part by the artillery company for the 
 safe-keeping of their cannon, and partly by the town, 
 where the public hearse was kept. 
 
 ^ John Avery was a noted character who lived 
 on the town. He was allowed his liberty on high 
 days, and when he felt a little merry from the use 
 of stimulants, did not hesitate to sing improper 
 songs to the motley crowds that gathered about 
 him. He died about the year 1830. 
 
 ^' Mayo Street was at the north-easterly side of 
 Portland, where there was a never-failing spring of 
 water. It was near a large field which bordered on 
 Back Cove. 
 
 "^ The Cove was a pleasant place in Portland, a 
 short distance below Cumberland street — there was 
 no other street beyond — extending from Tukey's to 
 Deering's Bridge, where the boys resorted in summer 
 to bathe, and in winter to skate and slide. A quar- 
 ter of a century ago, Avhen we last had the pleasure 
 of seeing it, the place was still beautiful. We learn 
 to our regret that the Cove has been partly filled in. 
 Why could not the good people of Portland have 
 kept this place open forever? It would be worth 
 millions for the health and happiness of the inhab- 
 itants, laying aside all the pleasure derived from its 
 surpassing beauty. 
 
 ^^ Mount Joy is a large promontory in the east- 
 ern section of Portland, which takes its name from 
 George Munjoy, who was born in England in 1626, 
 and went to Portland to reside previous to 1G60. 
 He owned all the territory east of India street, lead- 
 ing down to Back Cove. His oldest son, at the age 
 of twenty-three, was killed by the Indians in 1675, 
 and in consequence of the constant liability of being 
 attacked by the savages, Munjoy removed to Boston 
 with his family, where he died in 1680, aged 52. 
 
438 NOTES. 
 
 As we remember Mount J03', there were the Ob- 
 servatory and a few houses on]}- on the summit. We 
 used to thhik it a long tramp to the " back of tlie 
 neck," a short distance bej'ond the hill, where in our 
 3'outh we wandered, to shoot the plovers and sand- 
 pipers that were abundant at certain seasons of the 
 year. We learn that the march of improvement has 
 extended to this place, and that the hill has been 
 covered with dwelling-houses, stores and workshops, 
 and that the beautiful neck pond has l)een filled up. 
 We confess we do not exactly like the so-called im- 
 provements, whereby every green thing is destro3'ed, 
 and every sheet of sparkling water is di'aiued off. 
 
 ^^ Elizabeth Shepard, whose maiden name was 
 Rub}', was born in Gray, Maine, in 1756. Her pa- 
 rents came from England. Her father was a Revo- 
 lutionary soldier, and died in the service of his 
 adopted countrj-. About the commencement of the 
 present century, with her husband, Lewis Shepard, 
 she removed to Portland. Iler husband died in 
 1832. We remember well his venerable appearance, 
 and we often called to see him, and hear him con- 
 verse on the olden time. " Ma'am Shepard," as tlie 
 bo3's familiarly called her, could be seen on any high 
 day, beside her tent on the hill, dealing out cakes, 
 pies and cggnog, to the scores of children — and we 
 among the rjest — who were pleased to patronize her. 
 She died April 3, 1839, aged 83 years. During her 
 last sickness, which was long, we had many inter- 
 views with her. She seemed delighted with the 
 visits of one she had known in his boyhood, and 
 who so often visited her tent in years long past, and 
 she frequently ex[)ressed her thanks in tears of grati- 
 tude. "Just before she expired," — we quote from 
 our journal, written the day after her death — " she 
 expressed a willingness to depart. Her faith was 
 strong in her Redeemer, and without a struggle she 
 breathed out her life to enter, as we firmly trust, 
 a more slorious state of existence." 
 
NOTES. 439 
 
 ^*^ "William Henry Harrington, more familiarly 
 known to the older citizens of Portland as Harry 
 Hans, was a native of that town, where he was born 
 at the close of the last century. He was singularly 
 eccentric in his character, and on higli days particu- 
 larly made some flourish on the hill, where he dis- 
 plaj'ed for sale, from a board on his arm, huge sticks 
 of molasses cand}', not very delicious to the fastidi- 
 ous tastes of some of the people. He frequently col- 
 lected a crowd of idle men and boys, and addressed 
 them in his peculiar style, to their infinite amuse- 
 ment. Hariy emigrated to New Bedford, Mass., 
 changed his name, and died at last in the poor- 
 house of that cit}', when he was about sixty years of 
 age. We possess a striking portrait of this eccen- 
 tric character, painted from life by the elder Cole. 
 
 ^*^ William Newiiall, an inoffensive and not re- 
 markably intelligent negro — for he was a real Afri- 
 can, we are inclined to think, brought from his 
 native shores bj' some eastern captain — permitted 
 the young men to dress him extravagantly and fan- 
 tasticall}' and send him round the town ; especially 
 was this the case on the fourth of July and other 
 high days. On such occasions, " Bill3%" as he was 
 familiarh' called, seemed to be in his element. He 
 would displa}' himself in the public streets, on the 
 hill and among the tents, where he was generally 
 followed by a crowd of boys, shouting at the top of 
 their voices. The simple-hearted black died about 
 1835, aged from fifty to sixty j-ears. 
 
 243 ]V[^xHAN West — whom the boys nicknamed 
 "Satan West" — was notorious for his belligerent 
 qualities. He was a terror to the neighborhood in 
 which he resided. He died in early life. 
 
 -** RusHWORTH Shepard, a famous character in 
 olden times, will be remembered by those who were 
 young in Portland some fifty or sixty years ago. 
 He died in April, 1831, aged 33 j-ears. He was a 
 son of Elizabeth Shepard, mentioned in note 240. 
 
440 NOTES. 
 
 ^^ Peter Hall was an efficient town officer, and a 
 terror to evil doers. See note 105. 
 
 ^*° William Polleys was for several years Chief 
 of the Police in Portland. See note 106. 
 
 ^■*^ The Observatory was built on Mount Joy, 
 Portland, in 1807, and painted red. The lot on 
 which it stands, embracing half an acre of land, 
 was purchased b}' a couipan}' consisting of Lemuel 
 Moody, Jonathan Stewart, Samuel Freeman, John 
 Collins, William Lowell, Robert lisle}', and thirty 
 others. It is 82 feet high. The hill is 141 feet 
 above high water mark. John Neal, in his " Port- 
 land Illustrated," says : " Once the Observatoiy came 
 near being christened — or stigmatized — as ' The 
 Brown Tower.' This was very soon after Salma- 
 gundi appeared, when some of our young wits took 
 the contagion, and we had a series of pleasant 
 papers by Charles Atherton, William Crabtree, 
 Charles S. Daveis and William B. Sewall, after 
 the Salmagundi type, in which the Observatory 
 became a 'Brown Tower,' suggested, perhaps, by 
 Mrs. Radcliffe's Mysteries of Udolpho, or Walpole's 
 Castle of Otranto, then in their glory." The Observ- 
 atory has alwaj'S been kept by the Moody family. 
 
 ^^^ John Logan, an English divine, was born at 
 Fala, county of Mid Lothian, in 1748, and died in 
 1788, aged 40 3'ears. He printed as his own, with 
 a few slight alterations, several delightful In'mns, 
 and the beautiful Ode to the Cuckoo — 
 
 "Hail, beauteous stranger of tlie grove ! 
 Attendant on the spring ! 
 Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, 
 And woods thy welcome sing " — 
 
 written by Michael Bruce, a young friend of his, 
 who died at the early age of 21 years, and whose 
 papers were confided to Mr. Logan, to prepare a 
 Memoir of the deceased. To this day the poems of 
 Mr. Bruce are credited to Mr. Logan in many of our 
 
NOTES. 441 
 
 works of selected poetry, and also in our song-books 
 for the sanctuarj'. 
 
 ^■'^ In the Congregationalist of March 2G, 1874, 
 there is an article — " A Bad Case of Plagiarism " — 
 in which it is shown that Rev. J. D. Fulton, in his 
 work, " ^Yonlan as God has made Her," copies, as 
 his own, quite extensively from Mrs. Ossoli's " Wo- 
 men in the Nineteenth Century." In some instances 
 given, whole sentences are copied, without the least 
 allusion to the writer from whose book they were 
 taken. 
 
 ^" Oliver Knight was born in Falmouth, Me., 
 in 1772, and died in August, 1849, aged 77 3-ears. 
 In the early abolition movement he was a strong 
 friend to the slave, and a hater of oppression. 
 When quite a young man we accompanied him to 
 Brunswick, where an Anti-Slavery Convention was 
 held, and rememlier distinctly the interest he evinced 
 in the cause. He was a kind. Christian man — a 
 beloved friend — and we are alwa^'s pleased to 
 honor his memory. 
 
 ^^ Erastus Hayes was born in Limerick, Me., 
 in Februar}', 1800. In early life he removed to 
 Kennebunkport, whore he married. Soon after he 
 went to Portland, and was in the hardware business 
 for about twelve years. While in this city he united 
 with the Third Church, July 1, 1827, then under the 
 charge of Rev. Charles Jenkins. He removed from 
 Portland to Biddeford, and for several 3'ears was 
 Cashier of the Laconia Mills Corporation. In 1850 
 he went to Springfield, Mass,, to take the casliier- 
 ship of the Western Railroad, which position he held 
 until his death, which occurred October 30, 1873, 
 at the age of 73. For twent}^ 3-ears Mr. liases 
 was Deacon of the South Congregational Church in 
 Springfield. There was not a blemish observable in 
 his character. In his responsible position, as cashier 
 for a large corporation, where hundreds of thousands 
 of dollars passed through his hands, there was not 
 
442 NOTES. 
 
 the slightest inaccuracy in his accounts. At the 
 close of each da^' his books were in a condition to 
 show the exact amount of business done. So much 
 confidence did the managers of tlie road place in Mr. 
 Hayes, that he was not required to give bonds for 
 the faithful discharge of his duties. 
 
 ^- Tlie Quaker Meeting-House was on the corner 
 of Federal and School street, Portland. It was de- 
 stroyed in the great fire of 186G. Some fifty or sixty 
 3'ears ago, it was Avell attended b}' the Friends, who 
 were quite numerous in Portland and vicinity. Now 
 they have dwindled down to a mere handful. 
 
 "^ AViLLiAM TuKEY livcd ou Back street, at the 
 head of Wilmot street. He learned the trade of a 
 mason, at which he worked till incapacitated by 
 the infirmities of age. He was born in Falmouth, 
 now Portland, December 21, 1765, and died March 
 19, 1858, aged 92 years. During the latter portion 
 of his life the venerable man might be seen slowl}?- 
 walking through the streets, now and then stopping 
 to converse with some old friend, or kindly speaking 
 to a little child. We have often listened to hear 
 him tell of Falmouth in ancient times, and of the 
 stirring events that preceded the burning of the 
 town by Mowatt, October 18, 1775, of which event 
 he was an ej'c-witness. 
 
 The pump was opposite his house. It was stand- 
 ing the last time we were in Portland — twent}' odd 
 years since — and was used by all the neighbors. 
 The well was dug nearlj- a century and a half ago. 
 The water was excellent. 
 
 -•'^ Eleazer Greeley lived on the corner of Con- 
 gress and Pearl street, nearl}- opposite the Centre 
 School-house. He was a commission merchant, doing 
 business on Long Wharf. Mr. Greeley died in De- 
 cember, 1836, aged 70 years. 
 
 ^^ Mrs. Abbot, a widow, lived in a small house 
 on Congress street, near the corner of School street. 
 She died some thirty years ago. 
 
NOTES. 443 
 
 ^ George McLellan was born in Cape Elizabeth, 
 Me., September 24, 1761 ; removed to Portland, and 
 lived on Locust street. For many years he was a sea 
 captain, and sailed out of that port. He was lost 
 in the sloop William, that foundered at sea in April, 
 1823. His age was 54. Nothing was ever heard 
 from the vessel or crew. He left two sons, Charles 
 W., who resides in East Boston, Mass., George, who 
 has always lived in Portland, and three daughters. 
 
 ^' Asa Baker was born in Roxbnry, Mass., in 
 1780. He removed to Portland, and lived on Cum- 
 berland, near Wilmot street, and carried on the 
 trucking business. The bo^'s were often permitted 
 to ride on his trucks, when in the morning he drove 
 to his stand on Market street, or when he returned 
 to his home at night. Mr. Baker died August 1, 
 1826, aged 46 years. 
 
 ^^* James H. Baker was born in Portland, July 28, 
 1809. He lived on Federal street, a little below the 
 Quaker Church. He learned the printer's trade of 
 General Todd, and soon after his majority went 
 into mercantile busuiess. For many years he has 
 been one of the Deacons of the First Parish Church. 
 Such a man as Mr. Baker, perhaps, Alexander Pope 
 had in view when he wrote 
 
 "An honest man's the noblest work of God." 
 
 ^^ AViLLiAM GooLD was born in Windham, Me., 
 April 13, 1809. When a boy he went to Portland 
 to learn the tailor's trade of Mr. Seth Clark, who 
 had recently taken a lad by the name of Turner,* 
 
 * Sidney Turner was born in Portland, July 9, 1810. 
 While he was an apprentice he united with the Second 
 Parish Church. He felt it to be liis duty to study for the 
 ministry ; but bis master was umvilUng to relinquish his 
 services, and he continued witli liim till he was one and 
 twenty. He then entered the Theological Seminary in 
 Bangor, wliere, after three years of haixl study, he gradu- 
 ated and commenced his labors as a preacher. After sup- 
 
444 NOTES. 
 
 and the two worked together till their majority. 
 After Mr. Goold had served his apprenticeship, he 
 commenced business for himself, which he continued, 
 with the exception of a few 3'ears, until 1861, when 
 he returned to Windham, and now occupies the 
 house in which he was born, which was raised in 
 October, 1775 — just a century ago. Mr. Goold 
 had but few advantages for study when young — 
 such only as the district school in the country 
 afforded sixty 3'ears since. He has been one j-ear 
 a Member of the House of Representatives, and 
 served two years in the Senate of Maine. 
 
 It was only a few years ago that Mr. Goold under- 
 took any literary labors. In fact he commenced to 
 write when the majority of authors have finished 
 their labors. Feeling an interest in historical mat- 
 ters, he has prepared a number of articles for the 
 public press, and in several instances written a 
 series of papers which evince no ordinary research 
 and industr}'. Among them are a histor^^ of the 
 Portland Rifle Company- ; history of the Casco En- 
 gine Company ; and a history of Steam Navigation 
 iu Maine. He is the author of a pamphlet, " The 
 Burning of Falmouth, by Captain Mowatt, in 1775," 
 and another on the " Early Paper-mills of New Eng- 
 land." Mr. Goold has also jirepared a document of ■ 
 thirty pages, on the " Old Business and Business 
 men of Portland," recently printed. He has been 
 laboring for two or three years on a History- of 
 Acadia and the Acadians, which he hopes to pub- 
 plying various pulpits, he was settled in Bingham, Me., 
 where he was a devoted Christian pastor. In August, 
 1858, we spent a week with Mr. Turner, and together we 
 visited The Forks of the Kennebec, Parlin Pond, and 
 several other places. We never had a more pleasant visit ; 
 being the guest of their minister, the people could not do 
 too much for our comfort and pleasure. In June, 1859, 
 Mr. Turner died, aged 49 years, lacking a few days. The 
 church in Bingham lost a faithful pastor — and we, a de- 
 voted, lifelong friend. 
 
NOTES. 445 
 
 Hsh at some future da}'. Mr. Goold married a 
 daughter of Mr. 8eth Clark,* the gentleman of 
 whom he learned his trade. 
 
 -"^ George Hamblin was born in Barnstable, Mass., 
 February 3, 1750, and when a child removed with his 
 parents to Gorham, Me. He w as a member of the 
 Society of Friends. The venerable form of Mr. H. 
 was often seen with his chaise in the streets of Port- 
 land, where he had a daughter, Mrs. Susan Gould, 
 who lived on Wilmot street. Mr. Hamblin died in 
 Gorham, December 18, 1834, aged 84 years. 
 
 ^' Caleb Chase was born in Chester, N. H., Feb- 
 ruary 4, 1783. He was a descendant of Aquila 
 Chase, a mariner of Cornwall, England, who was 
 born in 1618, emigrated to this country', and settled 
 in Hampton, N. H., in 1640. Mr. Chase graduated 
 at Dartmouth College in 1811, and taught school 
 in several places ; in 1820 he was invited to take 
 charge of the Central School in Portland, opposite 
 the Third Parish Church. He afterwards went into 
 mercantile business. For many years he was a 
 member of Dr. Dwight's Church. Mr. Chase was a 
 humble, sincere Christian, whom all classes respected. 
 Through life he loved to meet and converse with his 
 former pupils. It gave him much pleasure when he 
 knew the}' turned out well and became useful and 
 influential citizens. We have spent many a pleasant 
 and profitable hour in his society. Mr. Chase died 
 September 20, 1850, aged 67 years. An extended 
 notice of Mr. C. we have prepared, which at some 
 future time we are in hopes to publish, with an 
 
 * Seth Clark was born in Williamsburg, Mass., Janu- 
 ary 14, 1783, Icarne I the trade of a tailor, and removed to 
 Portland in lb04. For a great many years lie did business 
 on Exchange street, and kept one of the most fashionable 
 tailoring establishments of the olden time. He lived on 
 Locust street, and raised a large family. Mr. Clark re- 
 moved to Back Cove, now Deering, in 1831, where he 
 died August 13, 1871, aged 88 years. 
 
446 NOTES. 
 
 account of his school in Portland, which contained 
 over three hundred pupils. In the course of fifty- 
 five years nearly two-thirds of the scholars have 
 passed away. 
 
 ^^ George W. Light was born in Portland, Janu- 
 ary 21, 1809. He learned the trade of a printer, and 
 in early life removed to Boston, where he published 
 the "Young Mechanic," "The Essa3nst," and the 
 " Young Men's Magazine." He united with the 
 Salem Street Congregational Church, and took an ac- 
 tive interest in their meetings. He was on the School 
 Committee, and a member of several benevolent and 
 literary societies. In 1851 he printed a small vol- 
 ume — "Keep Cool, Go Ahead, and a few other 
 Poems" — which was favorably received by the 
 public. Mr. Light was a man of considerable 
 ability, and had a fine literary taste. From an 
 intimate acquaintance with him, for more than half 
 a century, we feel justified in saving that a more 
 kind and generous man — as far as he was able — 
 it would be difficult to find. He died in Somerville, 
 January 27, 1868, aged 59 years ; and two daj-s 
 after we attended his funeral from Dr. Huntington's 
 Church, Boston. 
 
 ^ IcHABOD HoRNBURN, or " Vicious Ick," as the 
 people called him, was born we reall}' do not know 
 where ; but the same neighborhood that during the 
 last century produced a Stephen Burroughs may, 
 near its close, have brought forth a Hornburn. He 
 had a long genealogical record, and could undoubt- 
 edly trace his pedigree through Judas Iscariot, up 
 to a certain self-important character bj' the name of 
 Haman. Down to a later period the same blood 
 flowed in the veins of the avaricious Jew, of whom 
 Mr. Shakespeare writes, who was so great a stickler 
 for the " pound of flesh." Even Mr. Pope, a century 
 later, speaks of his ancestor, whose 
 
 "Ignoble blood 
 Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood. " 
 
NOTES. 447 
 
 The same characteristics were well preserved in 
 the family. Hornburn possessed the same narrow 
 soul, had the same affection for gold, and was as 
 sincerely despised in the communit}^ He some- 
 times had money to let, when he found a person 
 sorely pressed for a small amount ; and he would, 
 as an especial favor, accommodate him with the sum 
 he needed, on good security for a short time, at 
 three hundred per cent interest, which was very low, 
 he would remark, considering the pressure of the 
 market, and the risk he had taken. A widow once 
 occupied one of his houses. On a bitter cold day in 
 winter he had her little furniture tipped into the 
 street, because she was unable to pay her rent the 
 week it was due. He once, in imitation of one of 
 his ancestors, stole the coppers from a dead man's 
 eyes. He made his child's coffin, and dug his wife's 
 grave, to save the expense of an undertaker. In a 
 flood of grief he gave up the ghost, because by mis- 
 take he dropped a sixpence into the urn of charity- 
 in lieu of a tin fourpence half-penny, an abundance 
 of which he kept on hand for his benevolent opera- 
 tions. None mourned his departure or followed him 
 to the grave, and no stone marks the spot where his 
 body lies. The memor}' of the wicked shall rot. 
 
 ^'^ Daniel Butler was born in Hartford, Conn.,. 
 June 23, 1808 ; graduated at Yale College in 1835, 
 and at Andover Seminary in 1838. He is an effi- 
 cient agent of the American Bible Societ}", with 
 which he has been connected more than thirty years. 
 
 -^ Increase N. Tarbox was born in East Wind- 
 sor, Conn., February 11, 1815 ; graduated at Yale 
 College in 1839, and at New Haven Seminar}' in 
 1844. The same year he was settled in Framing- 
 ham, Mass. In 1851, he was appointed Secrctar}- 
 of the American Education Society,' which position 
 he still holds. A diligent laborer, and a sincere, 
 humble Christian, Mr. T. has proved a valuable 
 officer, and has exerted a wide influence for re- 
 
448 NOTES. 
 
 ligious culture and the thorough training of the 
 mental faculties. He has written largely for the 
 public press, both in prose and poetry, and is now 
 one of the able editors of the Congregational Quar- 
 terl}'. In 1871 Mr. Tarbox received the honorary 
 degree of D. D. from both Yale and Iowa Colleges. 
 
 260 joTHAM Sewall was born in York, Me., Janu- 
 ary 1, 1760. He learned the trade of a brick-maker ; 
 but in earl}' life, feeling interested on the subject of 
 religion, and possessing excellent natural talents, he 
 became a minister of the gospel, and for more than 
 sixty j-ears travelled over the hills and valleys of 
 Maiile, delivering to listening multitudes the mes- 
 sages of the Bible. In 1825, he was preacher to sea- 
 men, in Portland ; and here is where we became ac- 
 quainted witli the faithful servant of God, and learned ' 
 to love him. When we grew up, we often came in 
 contact with the good old gentleman, and had many 
 pleasant interviews. For several years he was set- 
 tled in Chesterville, Me. Mr. Sewall died October 
 3, 1850, aged nearl}' 91 years. He held a Sabbath 
 service a short time before his death. During his 
 life he preached 14,000 sermons, and was the instru- 
 ment of bringing multitudes to a knowledge of the 
 truth. In his preaching, Mr. Sewall was kind and 
 persuasive, and often illustrated his subject with 
 anecdotes, of which he had a large fund. He was 
 not harsh and denunciatory ; hence the pleasure the 
 common classes took in hearing him preach, and the 
 salutary' effects of his labors. A man once heard 
 him, who was strongly opposed to his doctrinal 
 views, and he highly praised his discourse. " How 
 does this happen? " a friend inquired. " Mr. Sewall 
 preaches sentiments which you profess to hate." " I 
 am aware of it," was his reply ; " but I am willing he 
 should send me to hell, if he onl^- appears to be sorr}' 
 for it." 
 
 Mr. Sewall wrote a small work on baptism, and a 
 short poem on tobacco. Through his long life he 
 
NOTES. 449 
 
 was a stnctlj^ temperate man, and an ardent opposer 
 to the use of strong drinks and stronger tobacco 
 
 fatigue and made hmi capable of bearing up under 
 difhculties that would at once sink a flimsy, narcotic- 
 loving divine. A valuable and interesting Life of 
 1853 ' '""""'' ^^ ^'' '*""' '"^^ published in 
 
 ''' George Punchard was born in Salem, Mass 
 June 7, 1806 ; graduated at Dartmouth Coilfge n 
 /n 1«9Q w ^^' "^"1^''^^' Theological SemTnary 
 TM , • S*" ^^'''^ '®"^®'^ o^^er the Congregational 
 STs44 Z'^'^'rf) ^; ^•' "^ 1^^^' '-^'^^^li^-issed 
 2nt nf'.Y i' ! ^^^^ '''^^-^ ^"^^^ ^^^^torial depart- 
 ment of the Boston Traveller, where he remained till 
 1807. He was connected with the Tract House in 
 
 of a View of Congregationalism," and a " History 
 of Congregationalism," in three volumes. He resides 
 in Boston and is at work on a new edition of his 
 History," which he has nearly completed. 
 
 Edward F. Cutter, son of the late Hon. Levi 
 Cutter Avas born in Portland, January 20, 1810 
 gradua ed at Bowdoin College in 1828, and at An- 
 dover Seminary in 1831. Among his c assmates in 
 Andoyer were Professor Park ancf President Stearns 
 Ml C. was ordained in Warren, Me., May 8, 1833, 
 Zf m5\' "' P^^torate in 1846 ; installed at Bell 
 In 's^r M % .f "' ^^' ^^^^' '^"^^ ^•^s'g-ned in 1855. 
 1 «^7 1 VJ-^"."^' ^'^'^^'^ ^^^ Christian Mirror. Li 
 18o/_andl8o8he preached in Beardstown, Illinois 
 
 18/2 He now resides in Belfast, Me., occasionalh 
 preaching and writing for various' periodica] S. 
 C. IS the author of several books, and a number of h <^ 
 
 M;™rarrsoe"." ''''''i''''' ^ ^^'^ beforsrMa- 
 
 Missionaiy Society, and one on the death of Presi- 
 dent Lincoln delivered at Rockland. In early Hfe 
 he contributed many articles to the Sabbath Schod 
 
450 NOTES. 
 
 Instructor. The honorary degree of D. D. was con- 
 ferred on Mr. C. In' Bowdoin College in 1871. 
 
 ^'^^ Phillips Brooks was born in Boston, December 
 13, 1834 — his father, the son of Cotton B. Brooks, 
 haying removed from Portland, his native place, a 
 few years before, to engage in the hardware business 
 with his brother, in Dock Square. Phillips gradu- 
 ated at Harvard College in 1855 — studied theology, 
 and is now settled in Boston as rector of Trinity 
 Church. He is one of the most talented preachers 
 of the day. He brings forth something fresh and 
 original in his discourses, and is listened to atten- 
 tivel}' b}' large congregations, who appreciate his 
 services. A tall, well-built man, Mr. Brooks makes 
 a noble appearance in the pulpit. 
 
 2-0 Pexejj q. Brooks Avas an eminentlj^ wealth}' 
 Boston merchant. He was born in North Yar- 
 mouth, Me., January' 6, 1767, and died in Medford, 
 Mass., January- 1, 1849, aged 82 3'ears. 
 
 ^'^ AV^iLLiAM H. Hill was born in Portsmouth, 
 N. H., July 20, 1814. In early youth he went to 
 Dover, to serve as clerk in a bookstore. He subse- 
 quentl}' removed to Boston, and was for man}' years 
 connected with the book-trade. He was successful 
 in business, and acquired a handsome property. Mr. 
 Hill is a social, genial man, and takes pleasure in 
 assisting the really deserving. He was born poor, 
 and therefore has a sympathy with those who are 
 struggling to succeed. 
 
 When Mr. Hill was a boy, the great event of his 
 famiU' was the purchase of a house for $1200 — one 
 hundred dollars to be paid down, the balance on in- 
 terest for a term of years. The day fixed for the 
 payment of the hundred dollars was looked forward 
 to with a great deal of solicitude. The amount had 
 been carefully collected in fourpences, ninepences, 
 pistareens, quarters, halves and silver dollars, with 
 a few small bills. The gentlemen arrived to count 
 the money and give the deed. Before commencing 
 
NOTES. 451 
 
 operations, as was usual in New England villages 
 fifty or sixty years ago, on occasions so important, 
 they partook of the social glass, which had been 
 placed before them. With due solemnity the money 
 was counted, and after examining the smooth coins 
 pretty closely, to see if they would pass current, the 
 amount was pronounced correct, and the document 
 delivered. Once more emptying their glasses, the 
 gentlemen left, leaving the little familj^ happy with 
 the thought of entering a house which was hence- 
 forth to be their own. That hundred dollars, col- 
 lected so carefully in little sums, and so sacredly 
 preserved, was in the eyes of 3'oung Hill a larger 
 amount than the hundreds of thousands which have 
 since passed tlirough his hands. He loves to recur 
 to it, and bring back to his mature j^ears the happy 
 moments of his childhood, and live over again the 
 joyful occasion. 
 
 When Mr. Hill started in business in Boston, he 
 had but little capital, and often found it difficult to 
 meet his just demands. He was obliged to pay for 
 most of his goods Avhen he purchased. However, 
 by dint of industry and perseverance, he gradually 
 succeeded. Finding that he had a surplus of two 
 thousand dollars on hand, he felt a strong inclina- 
 tion to purchase the store he occupied on Cornhill, 
 for which the owner's price was seven thousand dol- 
 lars. He made arrangements with a broker to obtain 
 the five thousand dollars he needed, l)y agreeing to 
 pa}" him one hundred dollars for the accommodation, 
 and to give him a mortgage on the property. Just 
 one hour before the time arrived, when the bargain 
 for the store was to be consummated, Mr. Hill re- 
 ceived a note from the broker, informing him tliat he 
 could not have the five thousand dollars, unless he 
 paid him two hundred dollars for his services, in- 
 stead of the one hundred agreed upon. Now what 
 could Mr. Hill do ? He had not a dollar to spare, 
 and he expected to see the owner in one hour. Mr. 
 
452 NOTES. 
 
 Hill called upon Mr. Otis Daniell, of the firra of 
 Grant and Daniell, with whom he had traded more 
 or less for two or three ^-ears, told hira of his in- 
 tended purchase, and the arrangement he had made 
 with the broker, and showed him the letter he had 
 just received from him. 
 
 Mr. Daniell read the note carefully and thought- 
 fully — cast his eye once or twice at Mr. Hill, but 
 said not a word. He went to his desk, wrote a few 
 minutes, and handed Mr. Hill a check for five thou- 
 sand dollars, telling him to make the purchase and 
 he Avould see him again. The store was bought — 
 proved to be good property, and is owned to-day b}' 
 Mr. Hill. When he next saw Mr. Daniell he in- 
 formed Mr. H. that he could pay the money he 
 advanced at his own convenience, with the common 
 rate of interest. 
 
 This accommodation was a great thing for IMr. 
 Hill, and he never forgot the generous act while Mr. 
 Daniell lived, and since his death he often repeats it, 
 to his credit and honor. 
 
 Mr. Hill is now one of the Directors of the First 
 National Bank. He reall}' loves to do "a good- 
 natured thing " for an acquaintance or friend. We 
 have known him to hire money of a poor widow, and 
 pay her twelve per cent interest, just for the pleasure 
 of assisting her and making her happy, when he could 
 get all the mone}' he wanted for half that rate of in- 
 terest. Many a man has he assisted in a generous 
 wa}', and lifted him from embarrassment and failure. 
 May Heaven bless him, and long continue his useful 
 life. 
 
 -'- EuFUS Anderson was born in North Yarmouth, 
 Me., August 17, 179G ; graduated at Bowdoin Col- 
 lege in 1818, and at the Andover Theological Semi- 
 nar}' in 1822. His connection Avith the American 
 Board of Commissioners for Foreign Missions imme- 
 diatel}' commenced, and has continued to the present 
 time (1875), a period of fifty-three 3^ears. Mr. An- 
 
NOTES. 453 
 
 derson was assistant in the Office of Correspondence 
 from 1822 until 1824 ; was Assistant Corresponding 
 Secretary from 1824 until 1832 ; was made a cor- 
 porate member of the Board in 1832 ; was Foreign 
 Corresponding Secretary from 1832 until 1866, when 
 he resigned, and has been a member of the Pruden- 
 tial Committee to the present time. 
 
 The works of Mr. Anderson are, " Memoir of Isaac 
 Parsons," 1819 ; " Memoir of Catharine Brown, a 
 Christian Indian of the Cherokee Nation," 1824 ; 
 " Memoir of John Arch, a Cherokee Indian ; " " The 
 Peloponnesus and Greek Islands," 1829 ; "Reports 
 and Letters connected with the Deputation to India, 
 1854 and 1855 ; " " Foreign Missions : their Rela- 
 tions and Claims ; " " Memorial Volume," 1860, and 
 Histories of the Missions of the American Board : 
 India, Hawaiian Islands, and Oriental Churches, in 
 two volumes. 
 
 The honorary degree of D. D. was conferred on 
 Mr. Anderson by Dartmouth College in 1836, and 
 that of LL. D. by Bowdoin College in 1868. Al- 
 though in his eightieth year, Mr. A. is still actively 
 engaged in the cause of missions. His voice and 
 his pen are never idle. He is a genial. Christian 
 gentleman, whom all respect and love, and in Avhose 
 company it is a pleasure and an honor to be found. 
 That Heaven may long continue his valuable and 
 useful life is the prayer of ten thousand Chi-istian 
 hearts. 
 
 -■2 RuFUS TuKEY was born in Portland, July 11, 
 1810. He learned the trade of a printer, which busi- 
 ness he followed as long as he was able to labor. 
 Eight or ten years ago he left his native city, and 
 became a resident of Boston. In October, 1874, on 
 account of the delicate health of his eldest son, he 
 removed to Minneapolis, Minnesota, where he died 
 peacefully and calmly, December 1st, a few weeks 
 after his arrival. His age was 64. His sou soon 
 followed him. 
 
454 NOTES. 
 
 Mr. Tukey possessed man}- excellent traits of char- 
 acter ; he was sincere, social, benevolent. Always 
 ready to assist a friend, as far as he was able, or to 
 administer to the wants of the distressed, he gained 
 the love and esteem of all with whom he associated. 
 He was a professed follower of Christ, and trusted in 
 him to the last. Religion was his support in his day 
 of trial and in the hour of death. 
 
 Mr. Tukey had a fine poetic taste, which, if he had 
 cultivated, might have made him a writer of no mean 
 fame. Some of his poems, written man}- j-ears ago, 
 which he preserved and sent to us a very short time 
 before he died, evince considerable talent. 
 
 The following lines, " To an Intemperate Hus- 
 band," though not by any means one of his best 
 effusions, will show the spirit of the man, and what 
 with pains and perseverance he might have been 
 capable of : — 
 
 " O do not touch the tempting glass, 
 You must not drink it up — 
 A mortal poison lurks within 
 The desolating cup. 
 
 Look, Heniy, on your faded cheek, 
 
 Your sunken, glassy eye — 
 They warn you with a noiseless voice 
 
 That you must turn or die. 
 
 Why will you trust the cruel smiles 
 
 Of such a treacherous foe — 
 Whilst he is aiming at your heart 
 
 A deep and deadly blow ? 
 
 You know the tears I've shed for you ; 
 
 And must I weep in vain ? 
 Will you not love your little ones, 
 
 Your wife and home again ? 
 
 You need not fear my censure now, 
 
 I will not name the past, 
 But always meet you with a smile, 
 
 And love you to the last. 
 
NOTES. 455 
 
 Should others greet you with a frown, 
 
 Or coldly pass you by, 
 There still is one fond, faithful heart 
 
 On which you may rely. 
 
 Our little babes will share our joy — 
 
 How blessed we shall be ! 
 O Henry, let me hear you say 
 
 ' I can and will be free ! ' " 
 
 "We drop a tear to the memory of our friend. He 
 was our playmate in childhood ; our companion in 
 riper years ; and the last letter he wrote — a few 
 j-ears before his death — was addressed to us, breath- 
 ing sentiments of Christian love and sincere affection. 
 
 '■^'^ William H. Neal was born in Portland, Sep- 
 tember 7, 1815, and now resides in Saccarappa, Me. 
 At an early age, being left an orphan, he struggled 
 long with poverty and affliction, but succeeded at 
 last in establishing himself in business. Not being 
 successful, he was obliged to yield to the pressure of 
 the times, greatly embarrassed. He was reluctantly 
 obliged to settle with his creditors b}' paying them 
 fifty cents on a dollar — taking a legal discharge 
 from all his liabilities. Not disheartened, with the 
 integrity of a noble nature, and with a firm trust in 
 Providence, he started in business again, and pros- 
 pered. As soon as he had accumulated sufficient 
 means, he paid his old creditors the full amount of 
 their dues. Mr. Neal continued to be successful in 
 business. A short time since he called his creditors 
 together — all of whom were living — and paid them 
 thirteen j^ears' interest. An example like this is 
 Avorthy of all imitation, and we are delighted to 
 publish it abroad. Such a man is one of God's 
 jewels, erelong to be transplanted, and set in a 
 heavenly crown. 
 
 ^"" Cyrus Sturdivant was born in Cumberland, 
 Maine, September 4, 1817. For many years he was 
 master of one of the steamboats that ply between 
 Portland and Boston. Feeling deeply interested in 
 
456 NOTES. 
 
 the temperance cause, he has devoted a large por- 
 tion of his time of late in addressing public assem- 
 blies on the subject, and visiting the victims of 
 intemperance — endeavoring to persuade them to 
 relinquish their ruinous habits. In this way he has 
 saved many a man from ruin, and caused afflicted 
 families to rejoice in hope, and sing aloud for joy. 
 
 ^'^ Stephen Patten was born in Amesbury, Mass., 
 Maj- 15, 1705 ; graduated at Dartmouth College, and 
 went to Portland to reside in 1703. For man}- years 
 he was master of the public school on Back street. 
 He taught on the lower floor, Avhile Dr. Parson kept 
 the Academy above. Previous to his going to Port- 
 land, he taught a school in Boston. Mr. Patten 
 related to us the following anecdote, which we* copy 
 from our journal of 1840 : While Mr. P. was teach- 
 ing in Boston he had an assistant — a tall, gawky 
 fellow — who understood the Latin language much 
 better than he did human nature. When school 
 was dismissed one day, he remarked to Mr. P., 
 "Are j-ou sensible how severely 30U ferule your 
 scholars? It appears to me that you strike them 
 harder than j'ou are aware of." " I adapt the pun- 
 ishment to the offence," said Mr. P. " Still I do not 
 think jon realize how hard you strike them," said 
 the assistant : " Suppose we try the rule upon our 
 own hands ! " To this Mr. P. agreed, and holding 
 out his hand, the assistant struck it as hard as 
 he thought proper. "Now, hold out your hand," 
 said Mr. Patten, and with considerable strength he 
 brought down the ferule upon the hand of his Jissist- 
 ant, who roared with pain, while Mr. P. dropped 
 the instrument, and left the school with all possible 
 haste. It was some time before he could get the 
 assistant reconciled. But he never again mentioned 
 to him the subject of punishment. 
 
 Mr. Patten was Town Clerk in Portland for many 
 years. He afterwards kept a bookstore on Fish 
 street — taking the stand formerly occupied by Isaac 
 
NOTES. 457 
 
 Adams. Mr. P. informed us that he bought the first 
 pound of rags sokl in Maine, for the manufacture of 
 paper. He also kept a circulating library', the first 
 cue opened in the State. 
 
 We have a list of INIr. Patten's pupils, when he 
 taught the public school in Portland, between the 
 years 1801 and 1807, which Mr. P. g-ave to us. The 
 list numbers 152, and the following only are now 
 (1875) living: Lemuel Bryant, Nathaniel Deering," 
 Jeremiah Hacker, John Musse}', Charles Mussey, 
 John Neal, Charles Rogers, John T. AValton. 
 
 For several years Mr. Patten boarded in the same 
 family with Dr. Payson, and our old friend, the late 
 Hon. James Savage,* of Boston. The latter has 
 often mentioned to us the social and interesting sea- 
 sons they passed together ; the three being educated 
 men. 
 
 In all the relations of life, Mr. Patten discharged 
 faithfully and conscientiously his duties. He was 
 a kind husband and father, and a sincere and faith- 
 ful friend, as we can testify from personal experi- 
 ence. We have several letters, written to us when 
 Mr. Patten was nearly ninety jears of age. He 
 died in Portland, February IG, 1855, aged 89 years 
 and nine months. 
 
 ^^ Bezaleel Cusiiman was born in Hebron, Me., 
 September 14, 1785 — his father being one of the 
 
 * James Savage was born in Boston, July 13, 1784, and 
 graduated at Harvard College in 1803. He studied law, 
 and for several years resided in Portland. He was a Rep- 
 resentative and a Senator to the General Court, and de- 
 livered the Fourth of July Oration before the citizens of 
 Boston in 1811. He edited Winthrop's New England, in 
 two volumes, and published a Genealogical Dictionary of 
 the first settlers in New England, in four volumes. He was 
 nineteen years Treasurer of the Massachusetts Historical 
 Society. Mr. Savage was a very companionable, genial 
 man, of much information, and alwaj's ready to communi- 
 cate, and assist a friend in the acquisition of knowledge. 
 He died March 8, 1873, aged 88 years. 
 
458 NOTES. 
 
 first settlers of the town. Naturally studious, at 
 the age of sixteen he commenced teaching school. 
 He entered Dartmouth College', and graduated in 
 1811, supporting himself by teaching during his va- 
 cations. In 1815 he went to Portland to take charge 
 of the Academy-, where he continued in the faithful 
 performance of his duty for a period of twentj'-six 
 years. In 1841 he relinquished his duties as teacher, 
 and his friends procured for him the office of Sur- 
 vej-or of the Port of Portland. For about ten years 
 he held this position. He was afterwards Clerk of 
 the Atlantic and St. Lawrence Railroad Compan}'. 
 
 For a long period Mr. Cushman was one of the 
 Deacons of the first Church in Portland. He was 
 exemplar}', conscientious, and an excellent neighbor 
 and citizen. He died June 21, 1857, aged 71 3'ears 
 and nine months. 
 
 ^^^ Royal Gurley was born in 1776. For many 
 3'ears he was a faithful instructor of the young ia 
 Portland. He taught the public school on Back 
 street, near the head of King street. Mr. Gurley 
 died in Portland, August, 1824, aged 48 j-ears. 
 
 ^^ William B. Sewall was born in York, Me., 
 December 18, 1782, and graduated at Harvard Col- 
 lege in 1803. Among his classmates were the late 
 Hon. James Savage, of Boston, and the devoted 
 Payson, of Portland. He studied law with Judge 
 Parker, of Portland, but having little taste for his 
 profession he did not practise long. In 1823 he 
 took charge of the Portland Advertiser, which for 
 several years he edited with abilit}'. In 1837 he 
 removed to Kennebuuk, where he died March 4, 
 1869, aged 86 years. 
 
 For many 3'ears Mr. Sewall had been a member 
 of the Orthodox Church, and was a devout, sincere 
 Christian. In his will he left a large portion of his 
 estate to the Maine Missionary Society and other 
 benevolent institutions, which are now reaping the 
 benefits of his liberality. 
 
NOTES. 459 
 
 ^■* William Withington for many j-ears resided 
 in Portland. He liad a remarliable facility for 
 rhj'ming, and improved his talent on almost every 
 public occasion. We have before us a dozen or two 
 of his ditties, which we bought of our genial friend 
 as he issued them, and which we preserve as me- 
 mentos of the past ; from one of which, on the sub- 
 ject of temperance, we take the following stanzas : — 
 
 " We've had a curse long time on us, 
 In these United States, 
 And money spent for Hquor would 
 Pay more than all our rates. 
 
 Yet men will drink, and never think 
 
 Their money spent in vain, 
 Until they come to find that rum 
 
 Has swept off all theii? gain." 
 
 In 1855 we find Mr. W. in Lawrence, Mass., 
 where he issued a paper — a copy of which is before 
 us — bearing the following title: " Lawrence Blaz- 
 ing Star and Pictorial Battle Axe ; published semi- 
 occasionally b}" William Withington." How many 
 numbers he issued, we have no means of ascer- 
 taining. 
 
 Mr. Withington was an honest, well-meaning gen- 
 tleman, and found friends among all classes — even 
 among his opponents in politics — who readily pur- 
 chased his rhyming thoughts. He died in Portland, 
 October 15, 1862, aged 77 ^-ears. 
 
 ^^ Ebenezer AVebster was born in Ipswich, Mass., 
 in 1777. He learned the hatter's trade, and soon 
 after he was free went to Portland, and in company 
 with Moses Gould, under the firm of Gould and 
 Webster, opened a hat store on the corner of Fish 
 and Fore street. He finall}' sold out to Mr. Gould, 
 Avho continued the business till his death, which 
 occurred November 22, 1839, at the age of 62 years. 
 Under Van Buren's Administration Mr. Webster was 
 appointed a Custom House officer, which induced our 
 
460 NOTES. 
 
 friend Withington to print some verses on the occa- 
 sion — for which, as usual, he found a ready sale. 
 A few years later, Mr. Webster removed to Provi- 
 dence, R. I., where his two sons resided, and died 
 there in December, 1841, aged 64 years. Mr. Web- 
 ster was supported in his last hours by the Christian 
 religion, which he had long professed. His sons, 
 William and Henry, have since followed him to the 
 grave. 
 
 -*- Charles S. Daveis was born in Portland, May 
 10, 1788; graduated at Bowdoin College in 1807. 
 At commencement he delivered a poem and a vale- 
 dictory oration. He studied law in the office of 
 Judge Emer}', and was admitted to the bar in 1810. 
 In 1813 Mr. DaA-eis delivered an Address before the 
 Portland Benevolent Society'. In 1825 he gave the 
 citizens of Fryeburg, Maine, an historical discourse 
 on the one hundredth anniversary of Lovell's battle 
 with the Indians in that town. In 182C, he delivered 
 in Portland an oration on the death of Presidents 
 Adams and Jefferson, who died July fourth of that 
 year. The last two addresses were printed. He 
 also prepared an account of Governor Oilman, of 
 New Hampshire — whose daughter he married — 
 which was published in the transactions of the His- 
 torical Society of that State. The article on the 
 Society of Cincinnati, contained in the American 
 Cj'clopedia, was written b}' him. In 1844 Mr. 
 Daveis received from Bowdoin College the hon- 
 orary degree of Doctor of Laws. The private life 
 of jNIr, Daveis was most exemplar}- and Christian. 
 He died March 29, 18G5, with the hope of a glorious 
 immortalit}'. His age was 77 3-ears. 
 
 ^^ Makquis de Lafayette was born at Chavag- 
 niac, in the province of Auvergne, France, Septem- 
 ber 6, 1757, and died Ma}' 20, 1834, aged 76 j-ears. 
 Fired with the spirit of libert}-, at the early age of 
 nineteen he secretly left his country, embarked on 
 the ocean, and came to America to render his ser- 
 
NOTES. 461 
 
 vices in our struggle for freedom. He was favor- 
 abl}- received by General Washington, and made 
 Commander-in-Chief of the Northern Army. After 
 doing good service for our country, at the close of 
 the Revolution he returned to France, and was 
 always a steadfast friend to America. In 1784 he 
 visited us, and again in 1824, when he was received 
 with distinguished honors all over the land. 
 
 Saturday, June 25, 1825, Lafayette visited Port- 
 land. On his arrival, he was met on Biamhall's 
 Hill by the Selectmen of the town, and a committee 
 appointed for the occasion, where he was addressed 
 by Hon. Stephen Longfellow in behalf of the citi- 
 zens. The General made an appropriate reply. 
 
 The procession formed to escort him through the 
 town moved through the principal streets, over many 
 of which arches had been erected, covered with ever- 
 greens and flowers. On the top of one stood a live 
 eagle, which had been procured for the occasion. 
 Salutes were fired and the bells were rung. 'The 
 procession arrived at the State House on Congress 
 street, where the Governor and Council were in wait- 
 ing to receive the distinguished guest. The General 
 was introduced to Governor Parris, by whom he was 
 addressed in behalf of the State. After his introduc- 
 tion to the members of the Council and other gentle- 
 men present, he was conducted to a platform erected 
 in front of the State House, where he was addressed 
 by President Allen,* of Bowdoin College, and re- 
 
 * William Allen was bom ia Pittsfield, Mass., Janu 
 ary 2, 1784, aud graduated at Harvard College in 1802. He 
 studied tlieolo2:y, and was licensed to preach in 1804. In 
 1810 he was ordained pastor of the church in Pittsfield — 
 successor to his father. In 1817 he was elected President 
 of Dartmouth College, and from 1820 to 1839 he was Presi- 
 dent of Bowdoin College. Mr. Allen was the author of 
 an "American Biographical Dictionary;" "Remarkable 
 Shipwrecks;" " Wunnissoo, or the Vale of Housaton- 
 nuk;" "Christian Sonnets;" "Memoir of President 
 Wheelock;" "Memoir of Dr. Codman;" various pam- 
 
462 NOTES. 
 
 ceived the honorary degree of Doctor of Laws. It 
 was now that the citizens and strangers had an 
 opportunity of seeing the General, and we among 
 the rest. We shall never forget his noble appear- 
 ance, nor the reverence we felt for the man. We 
 were then in our fifteenth j'ear, and being an appren- 
 tice to the printing business, we struck off, a day or 
 
 plilets and discourses, and "Psalms and HjTnns for Public 
 Worship, containing all the Psalms and Hymns of Dr. 
 Watts, which are deemed valuable, together with a new 
 version of all the Psalms, and many original hymns, be- 
 sides a large collection from other writers." 
 
 We are informed, in tlie preface of the latter book, " Of 
 the Psalms, 400 are original ; of the Hymns, 200." As a fair 
 sample of the original hymns, we copy the following : — 
 
 " Let not an envious spirit rise 
 
 Towards prosperous wickedness, 
 For soon the proudest sinner dies 
 In pain and sad distress. 
 
 Far different is the end serene 
 
 Of good men ; and they rise 
 To flourish in immortal green, 
 
 The trees of Paradise." 
 
 The Doctor states that one characteristic of his hymn- 
 book is, that all the lines are made to rhyme, which is not 
 the case in any other liymn-book in use. And such rhymes 
 as some of them are would astonish even a Butler. A few 
 hymns, which he co])ied from distinguished writers, he 
 found himself obliged to alter so as to conform to his 
 standard. The delightful hymn of Doddridge, commenc- 
 ing— 
 
 ' ' Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell, 
 With all your feeble light. 
 Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, 
 Pale empress of the night " — 
 
 he has completely ruined. For the above stanza he sub- 
 stitutes the following — 
 
 " Ye golden lamps of heaven, adieu, 
 With all your feeble light ; 
 And changing moon, farewell to you, 
 Pale empress of the night." 
 
NOTES. 463 
 
 two before, a number of cards with " TVelcome, 
 Lafayette!" upon them — one of which is before 
 us now — preserved for fifty years. We also printed 
 some lines for the occasion — our first attempt at 
 versifjdng — pommencing, 
 
 " Welcome, thou glorious champion of the land, 
 Who fought and saved us from the tories' hand." 
 
 Many of the arches under which Lafaj-ette passed 
 were decorated with a great deal of taste, and con- 
 tained delicate allusions to some event in his life, 
 while the children of the several schools occupied the 
 streets, and strewed flowers along his path. Upon 
 other arches were the names of the battles in which 
 the General was engaged, and also the names of his 
 companions in arms who had fought under Wash- 
 ington, 
 
 Under a model ship these words were inscribed : 
 "I will purchase and equip a vessel at my own 
 expense " — language which Lafayette addressed to 
 the American Commissioners at Paris, in 1777, when 
 the latter expressed the inability of the United States 
 to transport him to this country. 
 
 For the following beautiful stanza, 
 
 "Ye stars are but the shining dust 
 Of my divine abode. 
 The pavement of those heavenly courts, 
 Where 1 shall reign with God," 
 
 he has substituted these lines — 
 
 " Ye stars are but the shining floor 
 Of my divine abode, 
 The lowly pavement — and no more — 
 Of temple of my God." 
 
 It was thought the Doctor missed his calling when he 
 undertook to prepare a hymn-book, to be used in our 
 churches ; for among the whole six hundred hymns of his 
 own composition, not one has been found worthy of being 
 reijublished in our modern song-books for the sanctuary. 
 
 After leaving BrunsAvick, Mr. Allen removed to North- 
 ampton, Mass., where he died July 16, 1868, aged 84 years. 
 
464 NOTES. 
 
 From the State House the procession moved to 
 Free street, to the boarding-house of Mr. Daniel 
 Cobb, where the General was to lodge. At four 
 o'clock he partook of a public dinner at Union Hall, 
 and spent the evening with Governor Parris.* The 
 next morning at seven o'clock he took his departure, 
 without any parade. When the Governor learned 
 that it was the General's intention to \ea\e Portland 
 on the Sabbath, he signified to him that if he would 
 postpone his departure till Monday morning he 
 should be pleased to accompany him to the limits 
 of the State ; but if he concluded to leave on the 
 Sabbath — a day the Governor strictly observed — 
 he could pay him no public attention. We remem- 
 ber distinctly the excitement at the time, on account 
 of the Governor's adhering to his religious convic- 
 tions in strictly observing the Sabbath ; the Chris- 
 tian community thought his example worthy of all 
 praise, while the opposers of religion looked upon 
 him as one bigoted in the extreme. Dr. Pa^-son 
 soon after preached a discourse on the observance 
 of the Lord's day, and expressed himself strongly 
 opposed to the example of the nation's guest, who 
 seemed to disregard the day held sacred by universal 
 Christendom. 
 
 It is fift}' years to-day, June 25, 1875, while we are 
 Avriting, since we had the pleasure of seeing La- 
 fayette, together with thousands of citizens, and 
 strangers Avho had come fur that purpose from all 
 parts of Maine and New Hampshire. 
 
 -^* Lemuel Cobb was born in Cape Elizabeth, Me., 
 March 18, 1803, and worked on a farm with his 
 
 * Albion K. Parris was born in Auburn, Me. , Janu- 
 ary 19, 1798 ; graduated at Dartmouth College in 1806, 
 and was Governor of Maine from 1821 to 1826. From 
 1836 to 1850 he was a comptroller of the United States 
 Treasury, and resided in "Washington. In 1850 he re- 
 moved to Portland, and was Mayor of the city in 1852. 
 Mr. Parris died February 11, 1857, aged 69 years. 
 
NOTES. 465 
 
 father for several j-ears. He afterwards removed to 
 Portland, and by close attention to mercantile 
 business, and unswerving integrity, accumulated a 
 handsome property. A few years ago he retired to 
 his farm on the Cape, and is passing the evening of 
 his days in Christian peace and serenity. 
 
 285 WiNTHROP S. Jordan is a native of Cape Eliza- 
 beth. He was born May 2, 1820. In early life he 
 was clerk in the store of Mr. Lemuel Cobb — after- 
 wards a partner with him in his business, and finally 
 purchased the good-will of the concern, where he 
 still remains, a rare example of industry, perse- 
 verance and integrity. For nearly two centuries the 
 ancestors of Mr. Jordan lived and died on the Cape. 
 
 ^^ Enoch Moody was born in Portland in 1786 ; 
 his ancestors having resided there for several gener- 
 ations. For many years he was connected with Dr. 
 Payson's Church. To know the man was to love 
 him. In all his transactions in life, he aimed to be 
 just and consistent, and when he died, November 30, 
 1851, at the age of 65 3'ears, his loss was as severely 
 felt by a large number of citizens as if they had lost 
 an affectionate brother. In memory we love to re- 
 vert to the past, when we shared the friendship of 
 this truly Christian gentleman. 
 
 ^'' William D. Adams was born in Westbrook, 
 now Deering, Maine, April 5, 1809. In early life 
 he went to Portland, and learned the trade of a car- 
 penter with Mr. Simeon T. Rice. Soon after his 
 majority, in 1834, he removed to South Boston, 
 where he remained until 1840, when he took up his 
 residence in Roxbuiy, where he still remains. While 
 an apprentice, July 1, 1827, he united with the Third 
 Church in Portland, and to the present time has lived 
 a uniformly consistent life. He is now connected with 
 the Highland Church. Mr. Adams pursues the eve^i 
 tenor of his way, and has never desired or had the 
 misfortune to be elected to an^- office outside of the 
 church to which he belongs. 
 
466 NOTES. 
 
 "^ Elnatiian F. Duren was born in Boston, Janu- 
 tiry 14, 1814. In 1824 he left Boston to reside 
 with las grandfather, Samuel Freeman, of Portland. 
 After graduating at the High School, he entered the 
 book establishment of William Hyde. July 1, 1827, 
 he united with the Third Churcli,* of which Eev. 
 Charles Jenkins was pastor. In 1834 he removed to 
 Bangor, Me., and opened a bookstore, where he has 
 since remained, with the exception of two years — 
 1846 and 1847 — when he became a partner with his 
 father-in-law, Mr. Hyde, of Portland. In 1835 he 
 connected himself with the Hammond Street Congre- 
 gational Church, where he has sustained the oflice 
 of Deacon for twent^'-six 3'ears. He has also been 
 Scribe of the church for the same length of time, and 
 for seven years Treasurer of the Society. He has 
 been Treasurer of the Penobscot County Confer- 
 ence thirty -five j-ears ; Secretary and Treasurer of 
 the Penobscot Musical Association twenty-seven 
 years ; Depositary of the Bangor Bible Societ}- 
 thirty years ; Secretary' of the Bangor Historical 
 Societ}' eleven j-ears, and Director of the Society 
 for the Prevention of Cruelt}- to Animals for six 
 
 * The Third CnuRcn was on Congress street, and had 
 but recently been organized, with the Kev. Charles Jenkins 
 [see note GJ for its pastor. Among its prominent members 
 were Woodbury Storer, Joseph Libby, Samuel Fessenden, 
 Carroll Staples, James M. Ingraham, Benjamin Harmon, 
 Caleb Chase, Arthur Shirley, Henry Jackson, Nathan Cobb, 
 John Chute, James Huse, Edward Gi-ay, Stephen E. Chase, 
 Elias Banks, William Browne, Samuel Edwards, Paul E. 
 ]\Ierrill, Jonathan Dow, Solomon Adams, Israel W^ater- 
 honse, George Bradford, Joseph Hoole, William Hyde, 
 James Carrul^hers, John How, Horatio Southgate, AVilliam 
 C. Mitchell, Alfred Merrill, Moses Nowell and Ebenezer 
 C. Stevens, all of whom have passed away. They were 
 noble men — exerted a wide and happy influence in their 
 day, and are now in heaven, we doubt not, reaping the 
 reward of faithful servants. 
 
 As.^ Chase was also an active member of the Third 
 Church. He was born in North Yarmouth, Me. , Decem- 
 
NOTES. 467 
 
 3'ears. Mr. Dnren has been Recording Secretary of 
 the General Conference of Maine for twent3--nine 
 years. Besides the various duties devolving upon 
 him, in connection with so many organizations, 
 which consume a large portion of his time, Mr. D. 
 has been leader of a choir for nearly twent}- years, 
 and an organist several 3'ears ; Superintendent of 
 the Sabbath School twelve ^-ears, and Secretar3' for 
 fifteen years. 
 
 In all his varied labors, Mr. Duren has well per- 
 formed his duties, and proved himself a very indus- 
 trious, competent and really useful man. He is 
 remarivably correct in his statements, and has re- 
 ceived, what he richly deserves, the esteem and ap- 
 probation of the Congregational Churches in Maine. 
 
 ^®* Samuel M. Quixcy was born in Boston, 1770. 
 When a 3'oung man he removed to Portland, where 
 he remained till his death, which occurred June 8, 
 1852, at the age of 82 j-ears. Mr. Q. was a glazier 
 b}^ trade. Occasional!}^ he put a squib in the Port- 
 land papers, over the signature of " City Glazier," 
 when he Avished to correct some evil, or suggest 
 something he thought of importance to his fellow- 
 citizens. He was a pleasant gentleman of the old 
 school, and many an hour we have sat beside him. 
 
 ber 22, 1765, and was Deacon of the Congregational Church 
 there many years. He removed to Portlandin 1814. From 
 a long and intimate acquaintance with ]Mr. Chase it gives 
 us pleasure to add our testimony to liis upright life and 
 uniform Christian character. He died October 18, 1842, 
 aged nearly 77 years. 
 
 Edward Gould was born in Gorliam, Me., January 27, 
 I8O0, and in early life removed to Portland and entered 
 into mercantile business. Wlien tlie Traders' Bank Avas 
 established, in the fall of 1832, Mr. Gould was chosen 
 Cashier, and lias remained to tiie present time, faitliful in 
 the discharge of his arduous duties. When a j^oung man, 
 lie connected himself with the Third Church, and was for 
 many years one of its efficient Deacons. The wife of Mr. 
 Gould is a daughter of the late Deacon Asa Chase. 
 
468 NOTES. 
 
 as he related to us - interesting incidents, relative to 
 the past histoiy of our country', man}' of which he 
 had witnessed himself. 
 
 . ^" John T. Walton was born in Portland, Janu- 
 ar}- 30, 1798, and learned the trade of a carpenter of 
 his father, the late Mark Walton. Early in life, see- 
 ing the evil effects produced by the use of intoxi- 
 cating drinks, he became an effective speaker and 
 laborer in the cause of temperance, and has been 
 instrumental in the reformation of many an inebri- 
 ate. Au Address he delivered before the Portland 
 Temperance Society was published some years ago, 
 and quite extensively circulated. Although on the 
 verge of fourscore years, Mr. AValton is still active, 
 and does not hesitate to speak on his favorite topic 
 when occasion requires. May Heaven long continue 
 the life of our aged friend, and at last reward him 
 for his fidelity to the cause of morality and religion. 
 -■"■ Robert Horton was a native of Bristol, Eng- 
 land. He was born about the 3-ear 1770. At the 
 age of seven he was bound out as an apprentice, 
 where he remained six or seven years. Dissatisfied 
 with his situation, he clandestinely left, and shipped 
 on board an English A'essel that was bound for the 
 United States. The cargo of the ship was consigned 
 to Captain Arthur McLellan,* of Portland. He ar- 
 rived in that town in 178-1, left the vessel and went 
 into the country, where for a season he found em- 
 l)loyment. Some time after he returned to Portland, 
 where for more than fifty 3-ears he passed up and 
 down the principal streets, retailing fruits and con- 
 fectioner}^, and was known to all the inhabitants. 
 From our earliest daA^s we remember him as a pleas- 
 ant, kind old gentleman who noiselessly' pursued his 
 
 * Arthur McLellan was born in Cape Elizabeth, Me., 
 about the year 1753, and for many years was an enterpris- 
 ing master of a vessel saiHng out of Portland. He accu- 
 mulated a large property, and for j^ears did an extensive 
 mercantile business. He died 1833, aged 83 years. 
 
NOTES. 469 
 
 humble calling, with his basket on his arm, supply^ 
 ing all who desired to purchase a lunch or a cake. 
 In this manner he supported his famil}', and laid by 
 sufficient to take care of himself in his old age. 
 
 On the second day of November, 18G0, Mr. Horton 
 was run over by a train of cars, near Bramhall's Hill, 
 and so severely injured that he lived but a few hours. 
 He was nearly 90 years of age. 
 
 ^^^ William B. Trask was born in Dorchester, 
 Mass., November 25, 1812. In early life he learned 
 a mechanical trade ; but feeling an interest in anti- 
 quarian matters, he gave his attention to the subject. 
 For one or two jears he edited the Genealogical 
 Register. Mr. Trask has prepared for publication 
 several small works, in his particular line, which 
 evince much research and good judgment. He has 
 ulwaj-s resided in Dorchester. 
 
 -•^ Alexander H. Rice was born in Newton Lower 
 Falls, Mass., August 30, 1818, and graduated at Union 
 College in 1844. For three years he was a clerk in 
 the paper establishment of Messrs. AYilkins and Car- 
 ter in Boston. He afterwards became a partner in 
 tlie concern. He is now of the firm of Rice and 
 Kendall. In 1856 Mr. Rice was a member of the 
 Common Council, and its President in 1857, and 
 was Ma^'or of Boston in 1857, 1858 and 1859. He 
 was a member of the 38th and 39Ui Congress. Mr. 
 Rice is a prominent member of Emanuel Episcopal 
 Church. He has a host of friends who are anxious 
 that he should stand as a candidate for Governor of 
 the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. 
 
 -"* A. B. MuzzEY was born in Lexington, Mass., 
 September 21, 1802 — graduated at Harvard Col- 
 lege, and has been a faithful minister of the gospel 
 for nearly half a centuiy. Mr. M. is the author of 
 " Young Man's Friend," 1836 ; " The Sunday School 
 Guide and Parents' Manual," 1837 ; " The Moral 
 Teacher," 1839; ^'The Young Maiden," 1840; of 
 which sixteen editions have been published ; " Man 
 
470 NOTES. 
 
 a Soul," 1842; "The Christian Parent," 1850; 
 " Sabbath School Service and Ilvmn Book," 1855 ; 
 " Christ in the AVill, the Heart and the Life," 1861 ; 
 " Tlie Blade and Ear : Thoughts for Young Men," 
 18G4; Fourteen Sermons and three Lectures before 
 the American Institute for Instruction and other 
 Associations ; three articles in the Christian Exam- 
 iner ; eighteen articles in the Monthly Religious 
 Magazine ; " Memorial of Captain Goodwin A. 
 Stone," 1864 ; two articles in tlie Mother's Assist- 
 ant ; three tracts for the American Unitarian Asso- 
 ciation ; Reports of School Committees ; " Leaves 
 from an Autobiograph}-," being eight articles in the 
 Religious Month!}' Magazine, 1870-1; eight addi- 
 tional articles in the same ; " Value of the Study 
 of Intellectual Philosophy to the Minister," and 
 " Personal Recollections of Rev. Dr. Clianning." 
 Mr. Muzze}^ resides in Cambridge, Mass. 
 
 ^^'■^ Joseph Jenkins was born in Barre, Mass., 
 about the j'ear 1781, and in early manhood removed 
 to Boston, where for many years he was an enter- 
 prising builder. He was long connected Avith the 
 Paric Street Church and Society. On December 17, 
 1818, Mr. Jenkins delivered an Address before the 
 Massachusetts Charitable Mechanic Association, of 
 which he had long been a member. The Address 
 was printed. He pronounced an oration in Barre, 
 Mass., before the Mount Zion, Harris and Thompson 
 Lodges, June 24, 1820. This also was printed. Mr. 
 Jenkins was a brother of Rev. Charles Jenkins, of 
 Portland. He died October 11, 1851, aged 70 years. 
 
 '"" George Bradford was born in Portland, Au- 
 gust 24, 1808. He learned the trade of a printer of 
 Arthur Shirley. At the age of 21 he removed to 
 Boston, where he now resides. For a quarter of a 
 century he lived in Charlestown, and was connected 
 with the High Street Church. Mr. B. is a man of 
 superior abilities, and would have made his mark if 
 he had entered the arena of literature. Some of his 
 
NOTES. 471 
 
 essaj-s, published in early life, would do no discredit 
 to the pen of Franklin. Many years ago he pub- 
 lished a small volume of " Religious Poems." Mr. 
 Bradford is modest and unassuming, but is highly' 
 appreciated among living, active Christians. 
 
 *•"' Samuel F. Smith was born in Boston, October 
 21, 1808; graduated at Harvard College in 1829; 
 studied theolog}^ at Andover Seminary, and from 
 1834 to 1842 Avas pastor of the First Baptist Church 
 in Waterville, Me. Mr. Smith is the author of the 
 beautiful hymn, so often siuig at our missionary 
 concerts — 
 
 " The morning light is breaking ; 
 The darkness disappears ; 
 The sons of earth are waking 
 To penitential tears " — 
 
 and also of the popular national song — 
 
 "My country, 'tis of thee, 
 Sweet hind of liberty. 
 Of thee I sing." 
 
 Mr. Smith wrote the hymn, often sung at the services 
 connected with the burial of friends, commencing, 
 
 " Sister, tliou wast miki and lovely. 
 Gentle as the summer breeze, 
 Pleasant as the air of evening 
 AVlien it floats among the trees." 
 
 Mr. S. was a large contributor to the Enc3-clopedia 
 Americana ; for nearly two ^-ears edited the " Bap- 
 tist Missionary Magazine," and at one time was 
 editor of the " Clu'istian Review." He is the author 
 of "Life of Rev. Joseph Grafton," "Lyric Gems," 
 and one of the compilers of " Tlie Psalmist." He 
 has largely contributed to the religious press. In 
 August, 1875, Mr. Smith started on a European 
 toiu", to be absent for two j-ears or more. The hon- 
 orar}' degree of D. D. was conferred on Mr. S. by 
 
472 NOTES. 
 
 "Wutevville College in 1853. For a long time Mr. S. 
 has resided in Newton, Mass, 
 
 ^-^ Benjamin F. Thomas, a grandson of Isaiah 
 Thomas, LL. D., was born in Marlborongh street, 
 Boston, July 12, 1813, and removed to Worcester 
 in 1819. He graduated at Brown University in 
 1830. Mr. Thomas was a member of the Legisla- 
 ture in 1842 ; Commissioner of Bankruptcy in 1843 ; 
 Judge of Probate from 1844 to 1848 ; Judge of the 
 Supreme Court from 1853 to 1859, and elected to 
 Congress in 1861, to fill the place vacated by Charles 
 Francis Adams. Mr. Thomas has published " Town 
 Officer ; " " Speeches in Congress ; " "Life of Isaiah 
 Thomas" — a remarkabh' interesting and instruc- 
 tive work — and several miscellaneous pamphlets. 
 In September, 1838, Mr. T. delivered a poem before 
 the United Brothers' Society of Brown L'niversit}', 
 at the same time that John Neal gave his Discourse 
 on Man. Mr. Thomas returned to Boston in 1859, 
 after an absence of fort}- years, and continues to 
 live in his native place. He is one of our ablest 
 lawyers, a gentleman of nmch literary taste, and has 
 one of the choicest private libraries in the State. 
 
 ^■•^ Cyrus Carpenter was born in Trowbridge, 
 County of Wiltshire, England, October 9, 1818. He 
 came to Boston when a cliild, and learned a mechani- 
 cal trade. By his industrious habits and an en- 
 terprising spirit, he has accumulated a handsome 
 proi)erty, and is now one of our most reliable and 
 substantial citizens. For many years he has been 
 connected with Dr. Neale's Church in Boston, and is 
 Superintendent of the Sabbath school. He is exert- 
 ing a healthy influence all around him. Mr. Car- 
 penter is the owner of a well-selected library. 
 
 ^"^ Elijah Kellogg was born in South Hadley, 
 Mass., August 14, 17G1. When 14 years of age, 
 he enlisted as a drummer-boy in the Revolutionar}' 
 Army. He afterwards entered College and became 
 a clergyman. In October, 1788, he was ordained 
 
NOTES. 473 
 
 pastor of the Second Chuvch in Portland, and con- 
 tinued sole pastor till 1807, when the late Dr. Pa}-- 
 son became his colleague. He was afterwards pas- 
 tor of the Chapel Church nine years. Fur sixteen 
 years he was employed as a missionary, and trav- 
 elled over the destitute portions of Maine, visiting the 
 poor and illiterate, and preaching to those who lived 
 in regions far removed from religious privileges. 
 
 Mr. Kellogg was a somewhat eccentric man. 
 Preaching to his people in Portland one sunnner 
 day, he noticed that some of his singers began to 
 nod. His voice failed to arouse them. Suddenly 
 stopping short in his sermon, he cast his eyes 
 towards the choir, and exclaimed — "Gentlemen, 
 I didn't come here to strew poppies ! " The singers 
 left the church, one and all, and would not consent 
 to return for several Sabbaths. 
 
 John Butler, a very worthy man, who became 
 deranged on account of pecuniary losses, and the 
 death of several of his children, to whom he was 
 greatly attached, often attended on the preaching of 
 Mr. Kellogg. At times Mr. B. took particular pains 
 to decorate the head of his cane Avith flowers, rib- 
 bons, etc. One Sabbath, Mr. Kellogg, while preach- 
 ing, observed the crazy man diligently employed 
 with his cane. Thinking to call his attention to the 
 sermon, and to prevent his occupying tlie minds of 
 others, Mr. K. stopped in his discourse, and looking 
 directly at Mr. B., remarked : "Mr. Butler, you are 
 a gentleman" — Without giving the preacher time 
 to say anything further, the craz}' man instantly 
 replied : " Well said, Mr. Kellogg, please go on." 
 Without another remark, Mr. K. continued his dis- 
 course. 
 
 At another time when Mr. Kellogg was at pra3'er, 
 his devotions were in a measure disturbed l)y a dog 
 that had found his wa}- into the broad aisle. Con- 
 tinuing his supplications, he had just uttered the 
 words, "0 Lord God!" when the dog gave a loud 
 
474 NOTES. 
 
 bark, which so disconcerted the preacher, that he 
 opened his e3'es, and immediately' exclaimed, " Take 
 that dog out of the house, Mr. Leach ! " addressing 
 the sexton. It was some moments before the con- 
 gregation were sufficiently composed to attend to 
 the conclusion of the prayer. 
 
 A gentleman of Mr. Kellogg's parish, a Mr. F,, 
 once called upon the parson with a request for him 
 to dine at his house. Mr. K. gave him no encour- 
 agement, remarking as he departed, " You had better 
 not lexpect me." When the gentleman was about 
 sitting down to his dinner — which consisted of salt 
 fish and potatoes — lo and behold ! to the great sur- 
 prise of Mr. F., Mr. Kellogg made his appearance 
 at the door. "Why, sir, I thouglit you were not 
 coming to dine with us," said the gentleman. " I 
 didn't know as I should," coolly replied the parson, 
 " for I feared 3'ou would make more preparations 
 than were necessary, and put 3'ourselves out, and 
 so I thought I would take you unawares." Mr. F. 
 apologized for his humble dinner, remarking that he 
 had a good fat turkey in the house, which was in- 
 tended for his reverence. '" But I prefer a good salt 
 fish," said Mr. B., taking his seat at the table, and 
 making a heart}' meal. 
 
 Preaching in Gorham on a very warm da}', he 
 noticed that several of his hearers were drowsy, and 
 inclined to sleep. Suddenh' stopping in the middle 
 of his discourse, he threw off" his coat, and cried at 
 the top of his voice : " You don't nod over your 
 hoes, when at work in the fields, and j'ou shan't nod 
 over my sermon ! " and they did not, at least during 
 that Sabbath. 
 
 While presiding at a public religious meeting in 
 Brunswick, a lad}' rose and spoke for a few -minutes, 
 when Mr. Kellogg, who was far from being a woman's 
 rights man, became a little nettled. Said he, " Short 
 and sweet. Madam ! thei'e are people here waiting 
 who can speak better than you ! " upon which the 
 
NOTES. 475 
 
 lady immediately took her seat, and the meeting 
 went on. 
 
 AVhen the Maine Legislature convened at Port- 
 land, Mr. Kellogg was elected Chaplain. One fa- 
 vorite measure of his barely passed the House, but 
 was lost in the Senate. On the next morning, in his 
 prayer, he made use of the following language : 
 " We thought the House did bad enough ; but, good 
 God ! what shall w^e say of the Senate ? " 
 
 With all Mr. Kellogg's eccentricities, he was an 
 excellent man whom we all highly esteemed. When 
 we commenced business, he was advanced in life, 
 and lie fiequentl}- called at the store to have a pleas- 
 ant interview — often relating incidents of the past 
 with which he was familiar — that made his visits 
 exceedingly interesting. As we were brought up 
 under his preaching, and knew him from a cliild, 
 we reall}- loved to sit beside the aged Christian, and 
 listen to the words that fell from his lips. Mr. Kel- 
 logg died in Portland in 1843, aged 82 3'ears. 
 
 ^"' Rev. William Huntington, S. S., Avas an Eng- 
 lish clergyman with rare genius, but little cul- 
 ture. He was originally an ignorant hod-heaver, 
 but, touched by the Spirit of God, he became a 
 devout Christian, entered the ministry, and through 
 his whole life was a remarkably useful man. He 
 was the author of several valuable works — among 
 others, "The Bank of Faith," which has passed 
 through several editions, both in England and in 
 this country. It is a remarkably interesting and 
 instructive work. Mr. II. usualh' added S. S. to 
 his name — the meaning of Avliich is Sinner Saved. 
 He thought tills equall}' as honorable as the D. D. 
 which was conferred on many of his better edu- 
 cated brothers in the ministry. Mr. Huntington 
 was born in the Weald of Kent, 1744, and died in 
 1813, aged G9 3'ears. 
 
 ^"- John Hemmenway was born in Freeport, Me., 
 December 30, 1814. He is a grandson of the Rev. 
 
476 NOTES. 
 
 Moses Hemmenwa}', D. D., the celebrated divine, so 
 long a minister in Wells, Me., and who died April 
 18, 1811, at the advanced age of 76 years. Mr. H. 
 was educated in the common schools, like the major- 
 it}' of our enterprising New England people. He 
 has written a Life of William Ladd, the apostle of 
 peace, published in 1872, besides many articles which 
 have appeared from time to time in various period- 
 icals. He has also prepared " The Daily Remem- 
 brancer," a book of between two and three hundred 
 pages, that contains selections from distinguished 
 authors — Christian, Pagan and Infidel, on the 
 subject of peace — who have flourished within the 
 last two thousand years. Mr. Hemmenway has 
 been licensed to preach the gospel, and his services 
 in the destitute portions of Maine will, we doubt 
 not, be blessed to rnanj' a wanderer from the truth, 
 who will be his crown of rejoicing foi'cver. From 
 the temper and character of the man, we know he 
 will not shun to declare the whole counsel of God, 
 nor waste his energies in idle scheming or listless 
 ease. He feels that he has a work to perform, and 
 all his energies will be brought in play to discharge 
 the important duties of life. Mr. H. resides on a 
 farm in Brighton, Maine. 
 
 ^"^ Henry Jackson was born in Chichester, N. H., 
 August 1, 1783 — the cigiith child of Benjamin and 
 Freeiove Luce Jackson. He taught school for sev- 
 eral years in various towns, until 1811, when he 
 wont to Portsmouth, where he remained until the 
 fall of 1824, when he removed to Portland to take 
 charge of one of the principal schools in that town. 
 For several j-ears he was connected with the Tliird 
 Church (Dr. Dwight's). In 1831 he was set off, 
 with the writer (who did not consent to go) and 
 some half a dozen others, to help form the High 
 Street Church. Mr. Jackson was a personal friend 
 whom we loved, and memor}' often goes back to the 
 period when we received counsel and advice from 
 
NOTES. 477 
 
 his lips. He was tlie author of an aritlimetic which 
 passed through man}' editions, and was used in all 
 the primary schools of Portland. George E. B. 
 Jackson, Esq., of Portland, is, I think, the only 
 living representative of Mr. J. He died August 22, 
 1850, aged 67 3'ears. 
 
 ^* Jonathan Bryant was born in Portland in 
 1744. He was an aged and feeble man when we 
 knew him, over half a century ago. In pleasant 
 weather he might be seen slowh' walking through 
 the streets of Portland, stopping occasionall}' to 
 lean upon his staff and converse with a neighbor or 
 a little child. He lived on Back street, corner of 
 Lime street, near the old school-house, where he 
 had long resided. Mr. Bryant died in November, 
 
 1825, aged 81 years. 
 
 ^* Prentiss Mellen was born in Sterling, Mass., 
 October 11, 1764, graduated at Harvard College in 
 1784, studied law, and practised for a season in his 
 native town. He removed to Bridgewater ; but not 
 meeting with much success, in 1792 he went to Bid- 
 deford. Me., Avhere he obtained an extensive prac- 
 tice. In 1806 he removed to Portland, where he 
 continued to reside the remainder of his da^'s. In 
 1820 he was appointed Chief Justice of the Supreme 
 Court. He discharged the duties of his office with 
 fidelity and abilitj^ until 1834, when being disquali- 
 fied for his office bj' age — having reached seventy 
 j-ears — he resigned. Judge Mellen died December 
 31, 1840, aged 76 years. 
 
 Grenville Mellen, son of the above, was born 
 in Biddeford, June 19, 1799, and graduated at Bow- 
 doin College in 1818. He studied law, and prac- 
 tised for a season in North Yarmouth. For a short 
 time, Mr. M. was editor of tlie Portland Advertiser. 
 We remember hearing him deliver his poem, " The 
 Rest of Empires," before the Peace Society of Maine, 
 at the First Parish Clmich in Portland, May 10, 
 
 1826. The poem was printed at the time. It 
 
478 NOTES. 
 
 was afterwards inserted, with various alterations, 
 in his "Martyr's Triumph, Buried Valley, and other 
 Poems," printed in Boston in 1833. Mr. Mellen 
 was the author of " Sad Tales and Glad Tales," 
 1828, and a History of the United States. He died 
 in New York, September 5, 1841, aged 42 years. 
 
 Frederick Mellen was a 5'ounger son of the 
 Judge. He was born in Biddeford in 1804, and 
 graduated at Bowdoin College in 1825. He studied 
 law, but devoted himself to painting and poetr3\ 
 He had talents for a fine landscape-painter. Mr. 
 M. was a contributor to the "United States Liter- 
 ary Gazette," and wrote several fine poems ; one we 
 particularly remember, that appeared in the " Atlan- 
 tic Souvenir" for 1828, commencing — 
 
 " List ! there is music in the air ! 
 
 It is the Sabbath evening bell 
 Chiming the vesper hour of prayer 
 
 O'er mountain-top and lowland dell ; 
 And infancy and age are seen 
 Slow winding o'er tlie churchyard green," 
 
 Mr. Mellen died in Portland in 1834, at the early 
 age of thirt}^ ^-ears. 
 
 ^ Nathaniel G. Clark was born in Calais, Ver- 
 mont, January 18, 1825 ; graduated at the Univer- 
 sity Vermont, 1845 ; was two years at Andover 
 Seminary, and one 3'ear at Auburn, N. Y. He 
 spent one year in Germany. From 1853 to 1863 he 
 was Professor at Burlington, and from 1863 to 1865 
 Professor in Union College. In 1865 he was ap- 
 pointed Secretary of the American Board of Com- 
 missioners for Foreign Missions, which position he 
 now holds and ably sustains. The honorary degree 
 of Doctor of Divinity was conferred on Mr. Clark 
 by Union College in 1865, and that of Doctor of 
 Laws, in 1875, by the University Vermont. 
 
 ^^ Cyrus Hamlin was born in Waterford, Maine, 
 January 5, 1811. He worked on his father's farm 
 
NOTES. 479 
 
 till he was sixteen years of age, and then went to 
 Portland to reside with his brother-in-law, Mr. Charles 
 Farley, and learn the trade of a silversmith. In the 
 winter of 1828 Cyrus and myself attended an even- 
 ing school, kept b}' Mr. Henry Jackson, with several 
 assistants, where the common branches of education 
 were taught. To make the scholars feel more inter- 
 ested in their efforts to improve, it was announced 
 that prizes would be given to the two scholars who 
 should write the best essaj's on the subject of pro- 
 fane swearing. Nearly all the pupils handed in 
 their productions, when, to our great surprise and 
 pleasure, the prizes were awarded to Hamlin and 
 ourself, who had not anticipated the result of the 
 examining committee. On an evening appointed we 
 read our essays and received the prizes. Uniting 
 with the Second Parish Church,* Mr. H. felt it to 
 be his duty to study for tiie ministr}', and in 1829 
 we find him at Bridgeton Academ}^ There is a let- 
 ter before us, that we received from Mr. Hamlin, 
 dated May 28th of that 3'ear, in which he speaks of 
 his studies, and how busily he has been emplo^-ed 
 since he left Portland. From a heart overflowing 
 
 * The Second CnuKcn (Dr. Payson's) was on the corner 
 of ]\Iiddle and Deer street. The house was destroyed bj^ 
 fire in 186G. From this church the Third Parish, High 
 Street and State Street Churches colonized. Among its 
 active members, tifty years ago, were Nathaniel Cross, 
 Tliomas Browne, Royal Lincoln, Eliphalet Webster, Wil- 
 liam Lord, Levi Cutter, David M. Cutter, William Cutter, 
 Enoch Moody, Thomas Forsaith, Artemas Carter, David 
 Stackpole, Oliver S. Hartshorn, Richard Cobb, William 
 Swan, John Coe, Nathaniel Dana, Luther Dana, Isaac 
 Smith, Henry Goddard, Simeon Hall, John W. Haskell, 
 Joseph H. Ingraham, Peter Lunt, Reuben Mitchell, Ed- 
 ward Oxnard, Joseph Pope, John M. Prince, Marcus 
 Quincy, Eben Steele, Jeremiah Stevens, Ebenezer Web- 
 ster, William Wood, Charles Farley, Charles Blanchard, 
 Edward Howe, Hosea Ilsley and James Todd. The last 
 five only are now (1875) living — two reside in Portland, 
 two in Boston, and one in Chelsea, Mass. 
 
480 X O T E s . 
 
 with love to God and man, he writes of the joy he 
 experienced in hearing of the conversion of an old 
 acquaintance, and expresses the hope that the work 
 of grace may be extended till multitudes are brought 
 to the knowledge of Christ. In 1830 he entered 
 Bowdoin College, and graduated in 1834. Mr. 11. 
 immediately went to the Seminar}^ at Bangor, and 
 for three j^ears pursued a theological course. In 
 1837 and 1838 he preached in Portland, and also in 
 Worcester, Mass. On December 3, 1838, he sailed 
 as a missionary to Turkey, under the direction of 
 the American Board of Commissioners for Foreign 
 Missions, having previousl}* married Henrietta Jack- 
 son, of Dorset, Vt. Mr. Hamlin was stationed at 
 Constantinople, where he has since resided. In 
 18G0 he was chosen President of Robert College — 
 an institution which is doing very much for civili- 
 zation and Christianit}'. Mr. Hamlin has visited 
 the United States several times since he left on 
 his missionary enterprise — the last time in 1874. 
 He has heen a faithful laborer in his Master's ser- 
 vice, and has indubitable evidence of a large amount 
 of good accomplished. Mr. H. has translated the 
 Intellectual Philosophy of Thomas C. Upham into 
 the Turkish language, and the work is used as a 
 text-book in his college. The honorary degree of 
 D. D. was conferred on Mr. Hamlin by Bowdoin 
 College. 
 
 ""^ Jonathan Morgan Avas born in Brimfield, 
 Mass., March 4, 1788. He graduated at Union 
 College in 1803, studied law, and removed to Alna, 
 Me., in 1812. After practising his profession sev- 
 eral years, and teaching school in Brunswick, he 
 went to Portland in 1820, where he remained till his 
 death. Mr. Morgan had a natural taste for mechan- 
 ics, and spent a large portion of his time in experi- 
 menting, but never produced anything that was of 
 pecuniary benefit to himself. He invented a C3din- 
 der stove and a coffee-mill. The latter v.e used 
 
NOTES. 481 
 
 often to find in our auction rooms, some fifty years 
 ago, with his name prominently cast upon it. 
 
 Mr. Morgan wrote and published a medical work, 
 a grammar, and also a translation of the New Tes- 
 tament. He spent many years in preparing a Com- 
 mentary on the Bible, which was never completed. 
 After Mr. M. had reached the age of ninety 3'ears, 
 he was still active and hopeful of the future. From 
 a letter he wrote to us in November, 1869, when he 
 was more than fourscore and ten, he sa3^s, " My S3- 
 nopsis of diseases I have nearly revised and enlarged 
 for a reprint. I have a new theory of natural phi- 
 losophy nearly ready for publication, which would 
 make a book of about five hundred pages octavo." 
 
 Mr. Morgan was never married. He occupied a 
 room on Cross street, where he lived by himself. 
 He was last seen in the street on Frida}^, the third 
 of November, 1871, and probably died that night, 
 as he was found dead on the morniug of Monday 
 following. He seemed to have passed away without 
 a struggle. His age was 93 years and eight months. 
 
 S03 'wiien the noble Eagle has been shot down by 
 some reckless man or heedless bo^', how common to 
 see the fact noticed by om* editors with approbation 
 — as if some remarkable feat had been performed, 
 instead of a dastardly act that every humane person 
 condemns ! This noble bird should be protected by 
 law, if there is no other way to reach the hearts of 
 those who take pride in its destruction. We alwaj's 
 honored John Pierpont for inserting in his "Ameri- 
 can First Class Book " that splendid apostrophe to 
 the Eagle, written by our friend John Neal, in his 
 " Battle of Niagara." What lad, on reading this re- 
 markable poem, would have a heart to take the life 
 of this noble bird ? 
 
 ^'" Joseph G. Feuxald was born in Kitter}-, Me., 
 September 22, 1770, and died in Portland in 1848, 
 aged 78. For many years he collected ashes, and 
 furnished the citizens of Portland with excellent 
 
482 NOTES. 
 
 sonp. "When the infirmities of age came npou Iiim, 
 and be was obliged to relinqiiisli bis business, bis 
 sunny countenance was missed by many a house- 
 bold, where bis genial couAersation had for j'ears 
 made his visits pleasant and agreeable. 
 
 ^^^ Samuel Cutler was l)orn in Newbnrj-port, May 
 12, 1805, and early removed to Portland, where for 
 some time he was associated with Mr, Charles Rogers 
 in the dry goods business, under the firm of Rogers 
 and Cutler. He connected himself with St. Paul's 
 Church, and while actively engaged as a Sabbath 
 school teacher, wrote largel}- for the Sabbath School 
 Instructor ; in which paper were printed his " Lessons 
 on the Commandments," which were afterwards col- 
 lected and published in a book. Feeling it to be 
 his duty to preach the gospel, he gave up business, 
 studied for the ministr}^, and was settled over a 
 church in Hanover, Mass., in 1841, where he re- 
 mained till 1872 — a period of more than thirt}' 
 j-ears — faithfully discharging the duties of a Chris- 
 tian teacher. Besides the Lessons on the Command- 
 ments, Mr. Cutler has published " Name Above 
 Every Name ; " " AVork of the Spirit ; " " Origin, 
 Progress and Present Condition of St. Andrew's 
 Church, HanoA'er," and about a dozen small tracts 
 on religious subjects. Mr. Cutler married, first, a 
 daughter of tlie late Hon. Levi Cutter, of Portland ; 
 second, a sister of the late John D. Gardner. His 
 only son died a few jears ago. Mr. Cutler is now his- 
 triographer of the Genealogical Societ}- of Boston. 
 
 "'- Alonzo a. Miner was born in Lempster, N. H., 
 August 17, 1814. In 1848 he was settled over the 
 School Street Universalist Society in Boston. In 
 1862 he was called to" the Presidency of Tufts Col-, 
 lege ; at the same time be discharged his ministerial 
 duties. The degree of Doctor of Divinit}- was con- 
 ferred upon him in 1863 b}'^ Harvard Universit}-, 
 Mr. Miner has been for j'ears a strong advocate 
 for temperance in all things, and by his lectures, 
 
NOTES. 483 
 
 speeches and writings has exerted a wide and 
 healthy influence in Boston and the neighboring 
 towns. He will not be satisfied till the traffic in 
 ardent spirits ceases entirely. God be with him in 
 his Christian labors ! 
 
 ^^^ John L. Parkhurst was born in Rindge, N. H,, 
 in 1789. He prepared for the Christian ministry, 
 but preached for a short time only. In 1825 he 
 removed to Portland, and took charge of the edi- 
 torial department of the Christian Mirror, which for 
 one year he conducted with ability and Christian 
 fidelity. He then published the " Teachers' Guide," 
 which was continued monthly for about twelve months. 
 He soon after removed to Standish,* Me., Avhere he 
 taught school for several years. Mr. P. was the 
 
 * Standish is about fifteen miles from Portland, and 
 was the residence of our old friend, Thomas Shaw, who 
 was born in Hampton, N. H., October 10, 1753, and re- 
 moved to Standish, with his father, when he was nine 
 years of age. Mr. Shaw had no school privileges, and I 
 think his son informed me that lie never attended school 
 a day in his life ; but he learned to read and write, and 
 picked up a great deal of general knowledge. In 1775 he 
 entered the Continental Army, under Colonel Edmund 
 Phinuey, of Gorham, and was discharged in 1776 at Fort 
 George, and walked all the way home. ' He soon after set- 
 tled on a farm. When we knew Mr. Shaw, some fifty 
 years ago, he was a genial old gentleman who found pleas- 
 ure in writing songs, mostly religious ; often taking them 
 to Portland, where he had them printed. From one of the 
 few we have preserved, we take the following quaint stanza 
 as a specimen of his poetic powers : — 
 
 "Adam of old, as we are told. 
 That he had two beloved sons. 
 And Cain arose, witli heavy blows, 
 And kill-ed Abel without guns." 
 
 Mr. Shaw was a kind neighbor, temperate, hopeful and 
 happy, and died peacefully, October 20, 1838, aged 85 
 years. Daniel Shaw, son of Thomas, who often corres- 
 ponded with us — a most exemplary man and Christian 
 — died m Standish, June 17, 1874, aged nearly »7 years. 
 
484 NOTES. 
 
 author of a book on Natural Philosoplij^, and scvei'al 
 educational works. In all the relations of life, Mr. 
 P. was an exemplary man and a true Christian. 
 He was one of the most childlike, tender-hearted, 
 guileless and conscientious men we ever knew. Mr. 
 Parkhurst died in Gorham, Me., May 20, 1850, aged 
 61 years. 
 
 ^'■^ Robert C. Waterston was born in Kenne- 
 bunk, Maine, March 20, 1812. He removed to Bos- 
 ton when 3'oung, and studied theology at Cambridge, 
 and was ordained in 1839. For five j'ears he was 
 minister at large in Boston, and has been pastor 
 of seAeral churches. Mr. AYaterston is the author 
 of "Thoughts on Moral and Spiritual Culture," 1842 ; 
 Arthur Lee and Tom Palmer ; Address on the Life 
 and Character of Thomas 8herwin ; Address on the 
 Character of Charles S})rague ; and several poems, 
 addresses and sermons, besides contributing largely 
 to annuals and monthly magazines. He has also 
 compiled a hymn-book ibr use in our churches. Mr, 
 W. is a most amiable, sincere Christian man, and is 
 exerting a salutary influence all around him. He 
 resides at present in Boston. 
 
 "'^ Franklin F. Heard Avas born in Wa3iand, 
 Mass., January 17, 1825 ; graduated at Harvard 
 College in 1848, and is now in the practice of law 
 in Boston. Mr. Heard is the author of the " Curiosi- 
 ties of Law," and has edited an edition of Bacon's 
 Essays, adding mtiny Notes and a Glossarial Index. 
 
 ^^•^ James T. Fields was born in Portsmouth, 
 N. H., December 31, 1817, and in early life re- 
 moved to Boston, and entered as clerk in a book- 
 store. He has delivered several poems before liter- 
 aiy societies, and was editor of the Atlantic Monthly 
 for nearl}' ten j-ears. He is now a popular lecturer. 
 Mr. Fields has published " Yesterday's with Au- 
 thors," and two volumes of poems. In 1858 Har- 
 vard College conferred on Mr. F. the honorary 
 degree of A. M. 
 
NOTES. 485 
 
 317 
 
 Seargent S. Prentiss was born in Portland, 
 Me., September 30, 1808 ; graduated at Bowdoin 
 College in 1827, and commenced the study of law 
 with Josiah Pierce, of Gorham, but concluded to go 
 West, and was admitted to the bar in 1829. In 
 1832 we find him in Vicksburg, Miss., where he 
 gained a very important suit, involving a large 
 amount of property. This achievement gave him 
 a high reputation. He was elected to the State 
 Legislature in 1835. A year or two later he was 
 chosen a member, of the United States House of 
 Representatives. In 1845 Mr. Prentiss removed to 
 New Orleans, where he continued at the head of the 
 bar until he was broken down in health. 
 
 Mr. Prentiss was lame from his birth. He was 
 peculiarl}' sensitive, and this affliction troubled him 
 exceedingly. It made him for 3-ears avoid the so- 
 ciety of females, with the morbid idea that he was 
 scorned by them. A moment's serious reflection 
 should have satisfled him that the intelligent and 
 worthy of the other sex are captivated more b}' 
 intelligence and genius than b^' the outward form, 
 however rough or defective. A rather injudicious 
 friend once inquired of him, "Mr. Prentiss, what 
 made 3-on lame?" He instantly replied, "God's 
 curse, sir ! " But the almost broken-hearted man 
 turned away, and sought his chamber to weep in 
 agony. 
 
 This remarkabl3--talented man died in Longwood, 
 near Natchez, Miss., July 1, 1850, aged nearlj- 42 
 years. A Memoir of Mr. Prentiss was written by 
 his brother, Rev. George Prentiss, D. D., and pub- 
 lished in two volumes. 
 
 ""* Samuel Buntin was for man}- 3'ears the Town 
 Crier in Portland. He was a native of the Nortli of 
 Ireland, born of Scotch parents. While in the ser- 
 vice of a Scotch nobleman, he married his daughter, 
 conti'ary to the wishes of her parents, and she was 
 disinherited. Mr. B. came to this countrv, and set- 
 
■i:S6 NOTES. 
 
 tied in Portland. He died in Angnst, 1829, having 
 lived nearly a centnr}'. 
 
 ^^^ Timothy Fletcher was for many j^ears an 
 auctioneer in Portland. He kept at No. 4 Merrill's 
 Row, Fore street. Daniel Webster married a sister 
 of Mr. F. Mr. Fletcher removed to Boston, where 
 he died in September, 1842, aged 62 years. 
 
 ^-° John D. Gardner was born in Boston, Decem- 
 ber 22, 1799, and in early life removed with his 
 father to Exeter, N. H. In 1822 Mr. G. went to 
 Portland, and opened an auction and commission 
 house at No. 5, Central Row, Fore street, where for 
 many years he did an extensive business. He mar- 
 ried a daughter of the late Captain John Dicks. Mr. 
 Gardner removed to Boston, where he long resided. 
 He died in Brooklyn, N. Y., January 25, 1869, aged 
 69 3'ears. Both Mr. Fletcher and Mr. Gardner em- 
 ployed Mr. Buntin to cry their auction sales through 
 the streets of Portland. 
 
 ^-^ Burnham's Wharf was at the foot of Deer 
 street, in Portland ; at the head of which John Col- 
 lins for many 3-ears kept a grocery store. The bo^'s 
 who lived in the vicinitj' would often resort to this 
 wharf to fish ; not being extended a long distance, 
 it was seldom obstructed by vessels. 
 
 ^-^ Union Hall was on Free street, Portland. It 
 was built by Mr. Reuben Morton, a wealthy mer- 
 chant. At this period, as there were but few spa- 
 cious buildings in town, this Hall was occupied by 
 various societies, to hold their meetings, and for 
 public entertainments. 
 
 ^-^ Harriet Newell, daughter of Mr. Moses At- 
 wood, was born in Haverhill, Mass., October 10, 
 1793. She married Rev. Samuel Newell, a native 
 of Durham, Maine, and accompanied him as a mis- 
 sionaiy, and died at the Isle of France, October 13, 
 1812, aged 19 years. A Memoir of Mrs. Newell 
 was written by Dr. AVoods, many editions of which 
 have been published. 
 
NOTES. 487 
 
 ®-* Florence Nightingale was born in Florence, 
 Italy, in 1823. She is a veiy benevolent lady, and 
 has been distinguished for her devotion to the in- 
 mates of hospitals, in providing suitable food, beds 
 and medicine. Miss Nightingale published a valu- 
 able work entitled " Notes on Nursing." ■ 
 
 ^^ Jenny Lind, a distinguished vocalist, was born 
 in Stockholm, Sweden, October 6, 1821. In 1850 
 she visited the United States, and was listened to 
 by admiring thousands. In Februar}', 1852, she 
 was married in Boston to Otto Goldschraidt, with 
 whom she soon after returned to Europe. 
 
 ^-•^ Henrietta Hamlin, whose maiden name was 
 Jackson, wife of Rev. Cyrus Hamlin, was born in 
 Dorset, Vt., in Ma}-, 1811. She accompanied her 
 husband to Constantinople in December, 1838, and 
 labored faithfull}' as a missionary till her death, 
 which occurred November 14, 1850, at the age of 
 39 5'ears. " Light on the Dark River " gives an 
 interesting account of the life and character of Mrs. 
 Hamlin. 
 
 ^'■^ Elizabeth B. Dwight, daughter of Mr. Joshua 
 Baker, was born in North Andover, Mass., 1807. 
 In January, 1830, she was married to Rev. H. G. 
 O. Dwight, and sailed the same month for Malta, 
 where she labored faithfully with her husband as 
 a missionary for more than two j-ears, when she 
 removed to Constantinople, where she spent the 
 remainder of her days. She died of the plague 
 in July, 1837, aged 30 years. Her life was pub- 
 lished "in 1840. 
 
 ^-* Harriet W. Lathrop was born in Norwich, 
 Conn., April 9, 1796. January 11, 1819, she married 
 Rev. Myron Winslow, and soon after embarked from 
 Boston for the Madras mission. After laboring faith- 
 fully among the natives for more than a dozen 
 3'ears, she died January 14, 1833, aged 38 j-ears. A 
 memoir of Mrs. Winslow, written by her husband, 
 was published in 1835. 
 
488 NOTES. 
 
 ^^ Helen L. Gilson was born November 22, 
 1835. During our recent civil vrar she left her 
 home in Chelsea, and sought the field of l)attle and 
 the hospitals of the wounded, and was assiduous in 
 her efforts to ameliorate the condition of the sick 
 and wounded. At the close of the war she re- 
 turned to Chelsea, and died April 20, 1863, aged 32 
 years. A beautii'ul monument has been erected to 
 her memor}' in Woodlawn Cemetery-, from contribu- 
 tions of the soldiers in the army. 
 
 •""Caroline D. IIowe ii a native of Portland, 
 Me., and daughter of the late Apollo Howe. For 
 many years she was a fiiithful teacher in the public 
 schools. For some time she taught in Massachusetts. 
 She has written several beautiful poems, which have 
 found their way into many of our periodicals, and 
 been read with pleasure in the domestic circle. 
 
 '''•'' Hannah F. Gould was born in Lancaster, 
 Mass., in 1789. In early life she removed to New- 
 buryport, and taught school for a number of years. 
 Several volumes of her poems have been published. 
 She was also the author of "Gathered Leaves;" 
 " The Diosraa ; " " Youth's Coronal ; " and " Hymns 
 and Poems for Children." Miss Gould died Sep- 
 tember 5, 1865, aged 76 years. 
 
 ^-Elizabeth Rowe, a devout Christian lady, 
 daughter of Rev. AYalter Singer, was born in II- 
 chester, England, September 11, 1674. She was the 
 author of "Friendship in Death, in twent}" Letters 
 from the Dead to the Living ; " " Letters, Moral 
 and Entertaining ;" "History of Joseph," a poem ; 
 a volume of miscellaneous poems, and what is best 
 known of her works, " Devout Exercises of the 
 Heart," prefaced by Dr. Watts. Mrs. Rowe died 
 suddenly on Sabbath morning, Februaiy 20, 1737, 
 aged 62 years. 
 
 ^ Lydla. H. Sigourney was born in Norwich, 
 Conn., September 1, 1791, and was a daughter of 
 ]Mr. Iluntlev. In 1809 she married Charles Sigour- 
 
NOTES. 489 
 
 ne3', a merchant of Hartford, where she resided till 
 her death, whicli occurred June 10, 1865, at tlie age 
 of 73 years. Mrs. Sigourney was the author of 
 " Moral Pieces in Prose and Verse ; " " Pleasant 
 Memories of Pleasant Lands;" -' Zinzendorf and 
 other Poems;" " Letters to Mothers ; " "Scenes in 
 my Native Land ; " " Past Meridian ; " •' Letters of 
 Life," and various other works. 
 
 ^ Elizabeth Fry and her six sisters were daugli- 
 ters of John Gurncy, a wealthy banker of Nor- 
 wich, England. He was a member of tlie Society of 
 Friends. The sisters were distinguished for their 
 intelligence and benevolence. Elizabeth, the most 
 prominent, was born at Bramton May 21, 1780, and 
 married Joseph Fr}-. She afterwards removed to 
 London and became a preacher among the Friends. 
 Her S3'mpathies were with the poor and the op- 
 pressed, and she labored long and ardently to ame- 
 liorate their condition. She accomplished a large 
 amount of good during her life. Her death occurred 
 at Ramsgate, October 12, 1845, at the age of G5 
 3'ears. A memoir of Mrs. Fry, edited by her two 
 daughters, has been published in two volumes octavo. 
 
 ^'^ Elizabeth Grace was the daughter of Deacon 
 Jacob Mitchell, who for many years represented the 
 town of North Yarmouth in the Massachusetts Legis- 
 lature, and who died just before the close of the last 
 century'. She was born in North Yarmouth, Me., 
 December 8, 1774 ; was early left a widow, with two 
 children, and removed to Portland in 1808 ; the 
 same year that her brother-in-law^, the late Hon. 
 Levi Cutter, took up his residence in that town. 
 Mrs. Grace connected herself with Dr. Payson's 
 Church, and continued an active member daring 
 her whole life. We shall not soon forget the sum- 
 mer da}' we spent in North Yarmouth with her at 
 her brother's. Deacon Jacob Mitchell. Mr. M. was 
 a man of large Christian experience, and very intel- 
 ligent. He did all in his power to entertain us, and 
 
490 NOTES. 
 
 we left highly gratified with our visit. The good 
 Deacon died February 4, 1848, aged 84. He had 
 faithfull}'' fulfilled his office for upwards of fifty 
 years, having been elected Deacon April 7, 1796. 
 A discourse delivered at his funeral was published. 
 For a long series of 3'ears we saw much of Mrs. 
 Grace, and learned to appreciate the worth of this 
 excellent woman. Conscientious in the performance 
 of all her duties ; a tender and aifectionate mother ; 
 a kind and accommodating neighbor ; a sincere and 
 devoted friend ; a humble and self-denying Chris- 
 tian ; — how could we but esteem, cherish and love 
 her? And now, after a lapse of more than thirty 
 3^ears, nothing is more pleasant and grateful to us 
 than to recall her kindness, and give this testimon}^ 
 to her exalted virtues. We cannot forget her be- 
 nevolent acts, her wise counsels and her unselfish 
 devotion in promoting the cause of humanity and 
 religion. These virtues shall long be an inheritance 
 to those who knew her — more valuable than gold, 
 and precious as life itself — constantly exciting to 
 acts of self-denial in the cause of mere}' and religion. 
 
 Mrs. Grace died in Portland, August 31, 184G, 
 aged 71 3'ears. Mrs. Ann Maria Oxuard, of Port- 
 land, is a daughter of JMrs. Grace. 
 
 ^ Elizabeth Oakes Smith was born in Cumber- 
 land, Me., a beautiful country town, about a dozen 
 miles from Portland. Her father, David Gushing 
 Prince, Captain of the brig Ranger, was lost in a 
 storm at sea at the early age of 24 years, when Eliz- 
 abeth was but an infant. Her mother marrying 
 Captain Lemuel Sawyer, she removed to Portland 
 with the family when she was three or four 
 years old. Elizabeth for awhile attended school 
 taught by Miss Amelia Folsom, in what is called 
 the Chadwick House, next to the First Parish 
 Church ; afterwards she was a member of the school 
 kept by the Misses Mayo, on the street named for 
 the family. For a short time Miss Rachel Neal was 
 
NOTES. 491 
 
 her instructress. For a. few days she was one of the 
 pupils in Nicholas Loring's school, kept on Back 
 street, near the head of King street. As we once 
 attended this school, we have a sort of attachment 
 for the old school-house. Finall}^ Miss Prince grad- 
 uated at the excellent institution kept by Miss 
 Penelope and Miss Eliza Martin on King street. 
 Her earl}' teacher, Miss Folsom, Elizabeth venerated 
 and loved, and the attachment was mutual. Miss 
 F. was tender, affectionate, and sincerely pious. 
 It was her teacher's custom to give out a ticket of 
 merit every week, and Elizabeth seldom failed to 
 receive one. At the end of six months a prize of a 
 book was given for scholarship and good behaviour. 
 The prize was awarded to Elizabeth, who took it 
 with a flood of tears, and lingered in the room until 
 she could see her teacher alone. She then implored 
 her to erase her name from the book and write 
 instead the name of Ellen, one of her little friends, 
 who was greatly disappointed in not receiving the 
 present. " The book is yours, and I must give it to 
 the most deserving," said her teacher ; " 3'ou have 
 won it." "No, no," cried the pupil, "I have not 
 tried in the least. I think the one who tries to win 
 it ought to have the prize. Nellie has tried hard 
 and did not get it." The good woman put her 
 arms around the unselfish pupil and kissed her most 
 tenderly'. Although many years have since passed, 
 the remembrance of that scene, we doubt not, is 
 pleasant to our friend. "We know the tears fall 
 from her e3-es -when she recalls this lovely woman, 
 whose spirit was early called to heaven. 
 
 At a tender age Miss Prince married Mr. Seba 
 Smith, editor of the Eastern Argus, who afterwards 
 became famous as the author of the Jack Downing 
 Letters, which first appeared in the Portland Courier, 
 of wliich he was proi)rietor. Many years ago Mrs. 
 Smith, with her husband, took up their residence in 
 New York, in which State she resided till a 3'ear or 
 
492 NOTES. 
 
 two since, when she removed to North Carolina to 
 live with a son, her hnsband having died in 1808. 
 
 A few years ago Mrs. Smith, with one of ]ier sons, 
 was travelling in the vicinity near where she was 
 born. She had an irresistible desire to see the 
 beautiful little cottage — the home of her carlj- 
 childhood. Approaching it, she saw a fair young 
 woman watering flowers in the garden. She stopped, 
 asked her for a rose, and entered into conversation 
 with her. She was a pleasant woman, with two 
 little children beside her. "You must come in," 
 said the young mother, " and I will show 3 ou the 
 room in which Elizabeth Oakes Smith, the poetess, 
 was born." She gladly improved the opportunity-, 
 while man}' tender thoughts of her father and 
 mother crowded into her mind. She parted cor- 
 dially- with the stranger, without intimating to her 
 who she was. A very pleasing incident for Mrs. S. 
 to remember. 
 
 We have before us several letters received from 
 Mrs. Smith. As allusion is made to the beautiful 
 town of our birth, and the friends of early 3-ears, 
 whose names appear in this work, we do not hesitate 
 to make a few extracts : 
 
 "I have latel}' been in the woods to gather the 
 trailing arbutus. They are ver}- fresh and beautiful. 
 Do you remember the long walks we used to take 
 to Bramhall's hill for Mayflowers? I suppose the 
 old tangled grounds are now covered with buildings. 
 Once, in one of these excursions, we were chased by 
 a pretty large snake of a dusky color, and a cliister 
 of red spots on the back of the neck. He would 
 double himself up and spring at us. We fled till 
 he gained upon us, and then I killed him with blows 
 which must have broken his back. 
 
 "You allude to localities in Portland, which 
 brought me a thousand pleasant reminiscences of 
 childhood, and awakened an almost homesick desire 
 to return to the old. place, and exclaim, ' I am come, 
 
NOTES. 493 
 
 Father Abbot, to In}' ray bones amongst 3'ou.' But, 
 ' Alas ! deserted are the chambers of Moina,' Few 
 of the dear ones are left me, and those few perhaps 
 are estranged. So goes the world. 
 
 " Many of those to whom 3-0U refer, as among the 
 departed, were friends of mine also. Stephen Patten 
 was for many 3'ears a neighbor. Mr. Gerrish I used 
 to pla}'- chess with. Mr. Cutter was as steady as a 
 mile-post. Then there were the Greelys, the Os- 
 goods, and the Crabtrees : all, all gone. I wonder 
 if all remember them as tenderly as we do? Dr. 
 Nichols was nearlj' a saint ; a man of great learning, 
 an original and profound thinker, with a heart filled 
 with the best human S3-mpathies. 
 
 " I am pleased to hear from Mrs. Sewall, the 
 author of " Why thus Longing," etc., which has a 
 tranquil force, like one of the old Mediieval h^-mns. 
 
 " William Ladd was an old friend of m}^ mother, 
 and used to visit us when a child. He was genial, 
 religious, and a truly good man. Besides this he 
 Avas an eloquent speaker, who threw his whole strong 
 mind into the great subject of peace. Captain Ladd 
 enthused Rev. Mr. Stone, who wrote an admirable 
 little book on Peace and AVar. 
 
 " I am glad to hear such good tidings of that good 
 piece of solid gold, William Lloyd Garrison. He 
 used to think I bore some resemblance to Lucretia 
 Mott. 
 
 " I remember especiall}' Charles P. Ilslej-, who 
 edited the Transcript. I thought his stories ex- 
 cellent. The humorous sketches of Nathaniel Deer- 
 ing were inimitable, 
 
 " I note and appreciate all you saj- of our noble 
 friend, John Neal, the earnest, true lover of all that 
 is lovable. He is a man full of high genius — 'hon- 
 orable, manl}', true-hearted. A hero, forgotten by a 
 generation that knew not Joseph. He is little un- 
 derstood by those about him, who cavil at ' the 
 noblest Roman of them all.' 
 
494 NOTES. 
 
 " I think Neal is nearly- of the same age as m}' 
 friend, AVilliam Ciilleu Bryant, from whom I recently 
 received a letter ; and truly it was a model in the 
 penmanship, taste, and beautiful tenderness of 
 thought, 
 
 "I have never swerved from my respect for and 
 admiration of Mr. Neal, and have tried to help the 
 W'Orld to better understand a man whose virtues are 
 in excess of those of most men and women." 
 
 Mrs. Smith is the author of "Riches without 
 Wings;" "The Sinless Child, and other Poems;" 
 "The Lost Angel;" "Dream Land;" "Bertha 
 and Lily;" "The Newsboy;" "Woman and her 
 Needs;" "Sagamore of S"aco ; " "Bald Eagle;" 
 " The Two Wives ; " " Kitty Howard's Journal ; " 
 " Footprints of Time ; " "Destiny;" "Jacob Leis- 
 ter ; " " Autobiograph}-," and two tragedies. She 
 has also written more than a hundred sonnets and 
 innumerable poems, essa^-s, tales and sketches, 
 which, if collected, would make several volumes. 
 At the present time she is contributing to seven or 
 eight periodicals, besides writing a book, the scene 
 of which is laid in Maine. 
 
 We have in our possession an original sonnet, 
 written by Mrs. Smitli, addressed to her grandfather, 
 David Prince, which we give below : — 
 
 Stately as Hardicanute stepped, did he 
 Stand forth the relic of an age gone by: 
 Time had not quenched the lustre of his eye, 
 
 Nor curbed the manly bearing, calm yet free, 
 
 Born of command, but graced with reverency; 
 All questions of grave import, deep or high, 
 He like the war-horse did afar espy. 
 
 Predestination aiding mightily. 
 Last of the pilgrims; hoary and alone, ' 
 
 Like rooted granite of his native land, 
 He in the days of martyrdom had shone, 
 
 Erect and dauntless mid the burning brand, 
 And lifted up his voice of noble cheer. 
 For man to witness — the just God to hear. 
 
NOTES. 495 
 
 ^ Sarah Jane Hale was born in Newport, N. H., 
 October 24, 1790. Her maiden name was Buel. 
 She married David Hale, a distinguished lawyer, 
 who died in 1822. Mrs. Hale is the author of 
 " Norwood ; " " Sketches of American Character ; " 
 " Flora's Interpreter ; " " Traits of American Life ; " 
 "Good Housekeeper;" "Grosvenor, a tragedy- ; " 
 " Alice Eay ; " " Henry Gray ; " "Three Homes, or 
 the Vigil of Love ; " " Complete Dictionary of 
 Poetical Quotations ; " " The Judge, a drama of 
 American Life," and "Woman's Record from the 
 Creation to 1854." She is now one of the editors 
 of the Lady's Book, and resides in Philadelphia, 
 which has been her home since 1841. 
 
 ^ Elizabeth Prextiss is the wife of Rev. Dr. 
 Prentiss of New York, and the daughter of the late 
 Edward Payson, D.D. She was born in Portland, 
 where she resid<?d till her marriage. Mrs. Prentiss 
 is the author of " Stepping Heavenward ; " the 
 Little Susie books, and several others. 
 
 ^^ Hannah More was born in Stapleton, England,. 
 February 2, 1745. For many years she taught 
 school in Bristol in connection with her sister. At 
 the same time she commenced authorship and wrote 
 a number of \vorks, which had a large sale both in 
 P^ngland and in this country. " Coelebs in Search 
 of a Wife," " The Sliepherd of Salisbury Plain," were 
 among her most popular works. Her writings have 
 been collected in eleven volumes. She died at Clif- 
 ton in September, 1833, aged 88 j-ears. 
 
 ^^^ Elizabeth Thomas was born in New Glouces- 
 ter, Me., August 12, 1779. She was the only 
 daughter of Hon. William Widgeiy, a member of 
 Congress from Cumberland district in 1812, and 
 afterwards Judge of the Court of Common Pleas. 
 In 1802 Miss W. was married to Elias Thomas, 
 Esq., who died August 5, 1872, at the advanced 
 age of one hundred years and seven months. Mrs. 
 Thomas was a woman of fine talents and rare 
 
490 NOTES. 
 
 benevolence. She felt a peculiar interest in the 
 welfare of the poor and oppressed, and earlj' became 
 an active Abolitionist. She was a subscriber to the 
 Liberator from its commencement, and generousl}' 
 contributed to sustain the anti-slavery cause. She 
 had great regard for Mr. Garrison, and one of her 
 last benevolent acts was to send him a sum of mone_y, 
 the receipt of which he acknowledged in a friendly 
 letter. 
 
 The benevolent .deeds of Mrs. Thomas were per- 
 formed noiselessl}' and unostentatiously. How much 
 she did to alleviate suffering and advance the cause 
 of humanity will only be known in the great future. 
 We have often heard her nephew, Josiah Lord 
 Thomas,* who once boarded in our family, speak of 
 her kindness to him in numerous instances. AVhen 
 in circumstances of need, she proved a sincere and 
 faithful friend, whose deeds of charity he did not 
 forget. 
 
 The poor alwaj's found in Mrs. T. a protector and 
 counsellor, and the afflicted sought to pour into 
 her bosom the tale of their distresses. This good 
 woman died July 2, 1861, aged nearly 82, after a 
 
 * JosiAH Loud Thomas was so singular a compound 
 that he will not soon be forgotten. Working at tlie prin- 
 ter's trade, he conceived the idea of starting a paper of 
 his own. He succeeded, and called it the "Portland 
 Genius." It was not published regularly, but occasion- 
 ally, for several years. It was at times a little censorious, 
 and often filled with his grievances ; but occasionally a 
 bright thought would flash out amid a heap of rubbish. 
 Sometimes the editor would try his hand at poetry, two 
 lines only of which we can remember — 
 
 " Ben Franklin he a printer was, 
 And tallow chandler " — 
 
 and then he would descend to sober prose. However, the 
 " Genius" had its day, and the editor fulfilled his mission. 
 Mr. Thomas was born in Portland in 1809, and died Octo- 
 ber 28, 1859, aged 50 years. 
 
NOTES. 497 
 
 happ}- union with her liusband of 58 years. Hon. 
 William W. Thomas, late Mayor of Portland, Fa\- 
 warct H. Thomas, an able lawyer, and George A. 
 Thomas, the genial, whole-souled gentleman and 
 scholar, are her sons. 
 
 ^"Dorothea L. Dix is a remarkably unassuming 
 woman, who literally goes about doing good. She 
 has visited hundreds of prisons, hospitals and asylums 
 for the poor, unfortunate and infirm, and labored to 
 improve their condition, and secure for them all the 
 comforts and blessings of life. She is determined 
 that her left hand shall not know what her right 
 hand is doing, and therefore she seeks to do good in 
 a quiet, unostentatious manner, and, if possible, to 
 keep her doings from the public prints. Why, our 
 good friend utterly refused to give us the name of 
 the town of her birth in New England, lest we 
 should possibly say a word in praise of her self- 
 denying Christian efforts ; but we have, neverthe- 
 less. 
 
 In early life Miss Dix was the teacher of a select 
 school for 3'oung girls. She is the author of " The 
 Garland of Flora;" "Prisons and Prison Disci- 
 pline ;" several books for children, and a variety of 
 tracts for circulation among prisoners. We now 
 learn that she is a native of Worcester, Mass., and 
 that her father was the late Joseph Dix, a merchant 
 of Boston. 
 
 ^*- Thankful Hussey was born in Bath, Me., July 
 24, 1759. Her maiden name was Purrinton, She 
 married Mr. Samuel F. Hussey, who for many years 
 was a merchant in Portland. Mrs. H. was a mem- 
 ber of the Society of Friends, and for a long period 
 before her death took the lead of the meetings held 
 in the old Quaker church, on the corner of Federal 
 and School streets. She was a superior woman, 
 kind-hearted and benevolent, and did much towards 
 helping the friendless and destitute. Mrs. Hussey's 
 death occurred in Portland on the 24th of March, 
 
498 NOTES. 
 
 1851, at the advanced age of 91 j-ears and eight 
 months. 
 
 ^^ Rachel Wilson Neal was the daughter of Dan- 
 iel Hall, a member of the Society of Friends, and 
 was born in Fahnouth, Me., July 18, 17G9 ; married 
 Mr. John Neal, and died in Portland December 11, 
 1849, aged 80 3'ears. Her husband died September 
 22, 1793, at the early age of 29, leaving twin chil- 
 dren, a son and a daughter, only four weeks old, to 
 the care of the mother, who, being a woman of great 
 energy and not easily discouraged, as soon as it was 
 practicable, commenced keeping a school for young 
 children, which occupation she followed nearly to 
 the close of her days. During a long life Mrs. Neal 
 was noted for industrious habits, and for her genial 
 disposition and benevolent character. When ad- 
 vanced in years her son built for her a neat stone cot- 
 tage on Congress street, Avliere the excellent woman 
 resided with her daughter, cheerful, contented and 
 happ3', and making all her friends happj'- around 
 her, as long as she lived. With Christian resigna- 
 tion and a firm trust in her lledeemei-, she quietly 
 passed awa}', leaving a memor}' behind that will 
 never cease to be fragrant. Her daughter, Rachel 
 Wilson Neal, died May 18, I808, aged nearly 65. 
 
 Our excellent friend, John Neal, the distinguished 
 author, and one of the most remarkable men of the 
 age, is a son of this noble Christian woman. 
 
 ^■'Harriet Sewall was born in Portland, Me. 
 She is a daughter of the late Mr. Nathan Winslow, 
 the blunt, outspoken Friend, who was the hater of 
 American slavery, Avith all manner of oppression. 
 The first time we met the Quaker poet, Whittier, 
 was in 1833, at the house of Mr. Winslow, who had 
 invited a few of his abolition friends to an evening's 
 entertainment. The daughter is now the wife of 
 Samuel E. Sewall, Esq., a distinguished law3-er of 
 Boston. She has written several fire poems — among 
 others, the beautiful lines commencing — 
 
NOTES. 499 
 
 ' ' Why thus longing, thus forever sighing 
 For the far-off unattained and dim" — 
 
 which were highly complimented by Mr. Long- 
 fellow. 
 
 ^ Abby Woolson is a native of Portland, Me., 
 and the daughter of Hon. William Goold, now of 
 Windham, Me. She married Mr. Moses Woolson, 
 who was for several j-ears the faithful and efficient 
 principal of the girls' high school in Portland. Mr. 
 W. has since taught in Boston and other places. 
 Mrs. Woolson is a woman of fine natural talents, 
 and is the author of two or three works which were 
 well received by the public. She is also quite an 
 acceptable lecturer. 
 
 ^^"^ Caroline Lee Hentz was the daughter of Gen. 
 John Whiting, a Revolutionary officer, who died in 
 1810. Caroline was born in Lancaster, Mass., in 
 1800. In 1825 she married Professor N. M. Hentz, 
 a French gentleman of talents and education. She 
 removed to North Carolina soon after her marriage, 
 where her husband was a professor at Chapel Hill. 
 The}' afterwards removed to Covington, Ken., and 
 thence to Florence, Alabama, where they established 
 a seminar3^ Mrs. Hentz was the author of " Plan- 
 ter's Northern Bride;" "Linda;" "Robert Gra- 
 ham ; " " Lost Daughter ; " " Ernest Linwood," and 
 several other popular works. She died at Mariana, 
 Florida, at the residence of her son, in 1856, aged 
 5Q years. Her husband died the year following. 
 
 ^^ Delia Prouty, whose maiden name was Blos- 
 som, was born in Barnstable, Mass., where she 
 lived till her marriage, and soon after removed to 
 Chelsea, Mass., where she has resided for a third of 
 a centur3\ Within a few 3'ears she has lost her hus- 
 band and several children by death. She is con- 
 nected with the Central Church, and has been chosen 
 one of the Deaconesses. In her labor of love she 
 is unwearied, and exerts a wide and cheerful influ- 
 ence — ■ leading by her Christian work and example 
 
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 to that Saviour, whom for j-ears she has endeavored 
 to follow and obe}-. 
 
 ^ Mary Jane Coleswoktiiy was the daughter and 
 onl}' child of John and Prudence Richardson Bowers. 
 She was born in Cambridge, Mass., September 25, 
 1812. At the earl}'- age of seven years she lost her 
 father by death. Four years later her mother died, 
 leaving her an orphan at the tender age of eleven 
 3-ears. Soon after she went to Portland to reside 
 with her mother's brother, the late Deacon Alford 
 Richardson, in whose family she remained till her 
 marriage in October, 1834. In 1850 she removed to 
 Boston with her husband and famil}', remaining in 
 the city one yeav. In 1851 she became a resident 
 of Chelsea, where she continued till her death, 
 which occurred May 27, 1874, at the age of 61 
 3'ears and eight months, leaving seven children to 
 mourn the loss of a kind, devoted and affectionate 
 mother. Mrs. C. was for many 3-ears a member of 
 the Central Conwresfational Church. 
 
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 The Year, by the author of the present volume, has been thus favor- 
 ably noticed : 
 
 I have road and re-read the very true and beautiful poem, "The 
 Year," and have had my impressions of the varied changes and phe- 
 nomena of the seasons deepened and sweetened by the perusal. The soul 
 of the author is ever beating in liveliest sympathy with the charming 
 scenes of pastoral life; and, under the faithful touches of his pencil, 
 ever reminding me of those of Shenstone, Thomson, Wordsworth and 
 Montgomery— everytliing glows with fresh life arid lustre. Simple, naive, 
 and unstudied, almost every verse rolls on; and the constant turning of 
 each vicissitude to devout and moral ends and purposes adds new charms 
 to every poem. Some of the lines are exquisite; and I have treasured 
 many stanzas in ray memory. What is said of Thomson in January, is 
 applicable to his own fair lines : — 
 
 " Here Thomson, with his Seasons, filled 
 With beauty and with truth — 
 The stormy hours of life to gild 
 And charm the heart of youth." 
 
 How often I have felt and wanted the power to describe what he has 
 done so finely in one stanza on February : — 
 
 " Some frosty morning I arise, 
 And lo ! the silvery trees 
 Are flashing praises to the skies 
 With every gentle breeze." 
 
 This is true poetry. 
 
 " Magnificent with flowers! " is a remarkably happy touch in the fol- 
 lowing poem; and nothing finer was ever penned on April than — 
 
 " Mid changing skies, that weep and shine, 
 And cold raw winds and sleet, 
 I feel beneath the mountain pine 
 Thy quickening pulses beat." 
 
 Not a word to add, or to subtract. Sweet April stands before me pic- 
 tured to the life! So in May. I like the verse in which ho honors and 
 embalms, in sweetest strains, my favorite sijring-flowcr : — 
 
 " The bee is wandering from his fold 
 To revel with the flowers, — 
 And dandelions, crowned with gold, 
 Nod to the sunny hours." 
 
 The finest verse in June, to me, is this : — 
 
 " Like tangled threads of gold between 
 The thickly-clustered branches, falls 
 The straggling sunlight, while the scene 
 Some Magi's wondrous scene recalls." 
 
 The following is the closing stanza of September : — 
 
 " Farewell to care ; one day, at least. 
 O'er God's own work 1 am a king; 
 His hand prepared this boundless feast. 
 And touched MY heart, and I will sing." 
 
 Who can forbear to sing amid the resplendent works of the Almighty 
 Hand ! 
 
 The whole of October is delightful. I think that " Brightside " must 
 have inspired the pencil; fur such scenes present themselves at every 
 turning. 
 
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 In November tlie description of the forsaken bird's nest is just as 
 charming: — 
 
 " Upon the rent and twisted trees, 
 Built witli -t wondrous care, 
 Tossing with every titful breeze, 
 Forsalien nests lie bare." 
 
 The second part of Christmas is remarkably bold apd melodious. I 
 hope the next hymn-book-maker will introduce it into his work for the 
 " service of song." Montgomery never wrote anything better. 
 
 "How beautiful is Spring! " is simple, sweet and refreshing. 
 
 "And vibrates all the air with song," is a delicious verse in Summer; 
 every lover of music feels its truthfulness and beauty. 
 
 There is a beautiful lyric suited to jjublic worship in the third part of 
 Summer, commencing : — 
 
 " Father Almighty ! I can trace 
 
 Thy wisdom, goodness, power and might. 
 As potent in the insect race 
 As in majestic worlds of light." 
 
 The allusion to the "juniper tree" and the sparrow's nest in the next 
 stanza is very fine. The verse referring to the " dragon-fly " in the 
 fourth part of Summer is elegantly original : — 
 
 " Clad in his mail, the dragon-fly 
 
 Sails flashing in the noonday rays; 
 How bright the steel upon his thigh! 
 As if he were a winged blaze." 
 
 How true and dslightful, how fresh to boyhood's memories, the verse 
 in Autumn : — 
 
 " The walnuts and the acorns brown, 
 Last to forsake the naked trees. 
 Come rattling through the branches down 
 With every frosty morning's breeze." 
 
 This is sweet and homehke poetry; city people may not care for it, 
 but those that " hold communion with the visible forms " of nature must 
 enjoy its beauty. The whole of Autumn is particularly good. I very 
 much admire the stanza — 
 
 " How bright the stream that leaps along, 
 Rejoicing in the golden sun ! 
 It has for happy hearts a song. 
 
 And mine — thanks be to God ! — is one." 
 
 Only a keen lover of Nature's music could say that ! It comes out so 
 naturally, so naively and so heartily, in the last line, that I could but cry 
 out in reading it : Amen ! 
 
 " And MINE — thanks be to God! — is one! " 
 
 The prayer in Winter : — 
 
 " God help the poor ! who have no fire 
 To cheer them on this biting day; 
 Incline the deacon and the squire 
 To ACT the saint as well as pray ! " 
 
 is plain, but to the point; and better far than many prayers in the 
 Liturgy. 
 
 The second part of Winter very vividly describes the rustic home of 
 olden times in New England, and we all can well remember the days 
 when the picture was a sweet keality ; — 
 
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 " And strongly fastened to a spifee, 
 The looking-glass : beneath, 
 An ancient portrait of Van Dyke, 
 And one of General Heath ! " 
 
 " The clothes-horse in the corner spread, 
 Round which the kittens play, — 
 The old house-clock, once painted red, 
 Ticking the hours away." 
 
 Yes, the homely joys, the heartfelt scenes of our dear home and 
 country-life, the author has fearlessly and charmingly portrayed in 
 poems on the seasons of the year. More pretentious lyrics meet the ear 
 continually; but few strike home with sweeter music to the affections of 
 the loving heart. These scenes are New England scenes ; and hence I 
 love to gaze upon their beauty. 
 
 " Thus I am singing evermore. 
 In a sweet happy strain," 
 
 the author says in closing. "Well, sing on. The key-note is golden. 
 Such music takes the sting" from care and toil, and makes many others 
 sing. Then, sing on, O happy heart! and may God keep it long beating, 
 ever in sympathy with divinity in nature and divinity in grace ! — Rev. 
 Elias Nason. 
 
 " The Year." "Without any extravagant pretensions, our old towns- 
 man, D. C. Colesworthy, has come forth anew for the satisfaction of all 
 who have been familiar with his pleasant writings for a whole gen- 
 eration. 
 
 "With characteristic verses for every month of the year, and for Christ- 
 mas and the four seasons, you are invited to follow him into the woods 
 and along the river-side and sea-shore, to look up and rejoice with all 
 your heart and all your strength, in the blue skies, the overshadowing 
 tree-tops, the singing of birds and the rippling of waters. Can you 
 refuse? I, for one, cannot. 
 
 Many of these poems — with all their simplicity and homeliness at 
 times — illuminated with occasional flashes of genuine poetry — are ab- 
 solutely golden, for their truthfulness and familiar teachings. Take a 
 sample or two in proof. 
 
 " The trees are flinging on the air 
 Their wealth of rich perfume; 
 It is their daily grateful prayer 
 From speechless lips of bloom." 
 
 Apple blossoms, of course. But again : — 
 
 *' The bee is wandering from his fold, 
 To revel with the flowers. 
 And dandelions crowned with gold 
 Nod to the sunny hours. 
 
 " How beautiful yon waterfall, 
 Throwing its molten silver o'er 
 The rough, ill-shapen granite wall. 
 Or sparkling on the pebbly floor." 
 
 " "Whose shadows tremble in the sun." 
 
 A drop of pure gold. 
 
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 " Flowers breathe their dying melodies." 
 
 If Shakespeare, Milton, or Byron, or Wordsworth had written this 
 line, it would have been quoted and praised by everybody. 
 
 " The winds a- piping hoarse and loud 
 
 Through branches torn and bare, 
 That closer to each other crowd, 
 Swept by the frosty air." 
 Again : — 
 
 " Clad in his mail, the dragon-fly 
 
 Sails flashing in the noonday raj's; 
 How bright the steel upon his thigh I 
 As if he were a winged blaze. 
 
 " I love to watch the sparkling snow, 
 That on the mountain lies ; 
 The shadows, as they come and go 
 Beneath our dark-blue skies." 
 
 " The waters trembled with the heat," 
 is capital. 
 
 " To feel the pulse of Nature here." 
 Another of those golden drops. 
 
 That the author has wonderfully improved of late, in his versiflcation, 
 as well as in his picturing and familiar tones of thought, must be 
 acknowledged. 
 
 In a word, this little hook will be, and ought to be, most heartily wel- 
 corned by the lovers of simple, sweet, household poetry — the hymning 
 of the fireside and supper-table prayers set to music. — John Neal. 
 
 "The Year" is written in such a kindly, genial spirit, that it must help 
 to make the world better and happier." — Lydia Marla Child. 
 
 "The Tear" I have read through once, and I am now reading it the 
 second time. The pieces are real photographs of Nature. The author 
 must be a very close student of God's works, for almost every word he 
 utters is a picture of something that has sprung from the hands of the 
 Almighty. 
 
 One of the verses carried me right to the " Wliit» Mountains," where 
 I have made a great many pilgrimages, and where my soul has gained 
 inspiration and power : 
 
 " By mountains strong — superbly grand — 
 On either side I'm walled around — 
 And lofty trees majestic stand. 
 
 While verdure clothes the mellow ground." 
 
 Kev. C. D. Bradlee. 
 
 I have read every word of "The Tear " with sincere pleasure. It is 
 so calm and natural, so quiet and restful, that I found satisfaction in 
 every page. It reminded me often of some of the pieces of Cowper — 
 not piquant and striking, but true to nature and breathing of home-life 
 and nature's simple joys, and the music and pleasures of the heart. 
 
 It has hccn the author's rare good fortune to write already some of 
 those simple and touching lays — like 
 
 " A little word in kindness spoken," 
 
 which I have seen in Spanish — which appeal to every one's sense of 
 truth and propriety, and which in our own and other tongues will long live 
 among the moving forces of this world. While he has diligently plied 
 
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 his secular business, the author has groat reason to bo grateful that he 
 has been permitted to speak words of truth and beauty which have 
 added to the pleasure and the goodness of his fellow-men, and will long 
 bear blissful fruit. May he live long to enjoy the reward of his labors, 
 and to feel the satisfaction that he has not lived in vain." — Rev. 
 S. F. Smith, D.D. 
 
 I have read " The Year " with interest and pleasure, admiring much 
 the serene, peaceful spirit which has thus found tilting expression. It is 
 much to live In such sweet companionship with Nature, and to "see 
 into the heart of things." They are pure in thought and language, with 
 the blush of j'outh and modesty instinct upon every page. 
 
 I like the dedication to John Neal — a man full of high genius ; honor- 
 able, manly, true-hearted. A hero, forgotten by a generation wlio knew 
 not Joseph. If this world were all and the end of all, there would be 
 but little to live for in it ; but these poems show that the author lives as 
 one who waiteth the Master's call. — Elizabeth Oakes Smith, 
 
 I enjoyed a pleasing Sabbath repast in a perusal of "The Year." 
 The mental daguerreotypes of the Four Seasons, and of their Twelve 
 Daughters of perpetual virginity, are true to nature, and most artistically 
 given to the benevolent. Christian, and contemplative minds of the pres- 
 ent, and of a great future. It is a production that will not fail to add 
 fame to that which the author's preceding volumes have secured; — not 
 noisy, but quiet and continuous beyond his own life. 
 
 The dedication to Mr. Neal is chaste, eloquent, and a well-merited 
 tribute to many years of sincere service in the cause of Literature, 
 Benevolence, and practical religion. — Hon. Francis O. J. Smith. 
 
 "The Year," I am sure, has in it "no line which, dying, the author 
 would wish to blot." It shows his sensibility to all pleasant and good 
 things, and wiU make friends for him of many readers. — 0. W. Holmes. 
 
 I read "The Year" with even more pleasure than " Group of Chil- 
 dren." It is pleasant in itself to be counted among those whom an 
 author would like to please, and, when forgetting this, one finds in the 
 pages themselves thoughts that carry him into delightful scenes and 
 away to precious recollections, we cannot but thank the author. — Wen- 
 dell Phillips. 
 
 I have read "The Year" with great interest. "VYhile reading it, I 
 was reminded of Swain's poems. As he was at one time one of the most 
 popular of living English poets, I think the author of " The Year" may 
 regard this as a high compliment. When I say that much in this volume 
 is fully equal to Swain, I only say what I believe others might feel in- 
 clined to say who should read both writers. — Rev. Thos. W. Brown. 
 
 Many poems by this author have attained a reputation wherever the 
 English language is spoken. Among the best known of these poems, 
 wo will cite, "A Little Word in Kindness Spoken," and "Don't Kill 
 the Birds." This volume, appropriately named "The Year," devotes 
 a poem to each month, one to each of the seasons, and one to Christmas. 
 They are excellent in sentiment, and finished in style, and arc deserving 
 ofpreservationin theUbrary. — GoDEY's Lady's Book. 
 
 "The Year " will, I am sure, be sacredly preserved by all his friends 
 as the best portrait of the author. He is surely in full communion with 
 the soul of beauty and sweetness which pervades and animates the uni- 
 verse. — Rev. Z. Eddy, D.D. 
 
 I have read "The Yeak" with profit. —Rev. Edward F. Cut- 
 ter, D.D. 
 
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 ■Wliile all the poetry in " The Year " is excellent, I can but admire 
 the spirit of constant praise and thankfulness, under all the varied 
 "seasons " and scenes of life, which peiTades each and every poem. I 
 ■was particularly interested in the Christmas poem. It is grand and 
 soul-inspiring. — Mrs. B. F. Scott. 
 
 The verses run smoothly, the sentiments are elevated, and the pic- 
 tures quite clearly limned. — Salem (jAZEtte. 
 
 The poems combine a high moral tone, with smoothness of rhythm 
 and clearness of thought. — Albany Argus. 
 
 "The Year." These poems abound with pure thoughts and pleas- 
 ing conceptions, expressed in smooth and rhythmical verso. In reading 
 the volume, we have been reminded alternately of "Watts, and Cowper, 
 and Burns, and Bloomfield, and Charles Swain, and Kirke "SVTiite, and 
 others. Not that the writer imitates them, but his style seems to h.ave 
 been formed upon theirs, and something of their spirit as well as man- 
 ner appears in liis verse. The following lines, for example, wliile un- 
 doubtedly the author's, have the ring of Watts : — 
 
 "The giant oaks before him bend — 
 Eternal mountains quake — 
 The seas their mighty bulwarks rend — 
 Their lofty billows break." 
 
 There are lines here and there throughout the volume th.at will find an 
 echo in multitudes of hearts not vitiated by unnatural tastes and false 
 culture. The following lines afford a sample : — 
 
 "A city life who can endure 
 
 When fields arc green and skies are blue; 
 When flowers are fragrant, air is pure. 
 And Nature's face is fresh and new? " 
 
 Baptist Union. 
 
 We have perused "The Year" with much satisfaction. Its pages 
 disclose thQ same excellent qualities which we have noted as charac- 
 teristic of the author's minor productions. Mr. Colesworthy is no am- 
 bitious poet, he writes not a line for "greed of fame," but in all earnest- 
 ness and sincerity he does into verse his own kindly feeling, the im- 
 pressions that Nature by her fields, and skies, and varied life presses in 
 upon his heart, and the lessons which to him seem needful and capable 
 of being made influential toward right and happy living. In the sphere 
 we have indicated, the author of "The Yeah" expresses himself in 
 clear, simple and unostentatious phrase, and in measures of a smooth 
 and pleasant rhythm. The reader of this pleasant book will be im- 
 pressed with the devout spirit which pervades the author's view of 
 nature, a spirit any indications of which are refreshing in those days. 
 We are glad Mr. Colesworthy has sent out this specimen of his con- 
 secutive work, and we are certain those who perase it will find many 
 good and beautiful thoughts, and what is, perhaps, even higher and bet- 
 ter, the tokens of a noble aim.— Enquirer, Portland. 
 
 For thirty years past Mr. C. has been giving us productions in verse 
 that are especially smooth and sweet In their rhythm, elevated in their 
 moral tone, saturated with the very spirit of human sympathy and faith, 
 appreciixtive of all the beauty which appears in nature, art and life, and 
 ever tending to awaken pure thoughts .ind lift up the better aff"cctions. 
 All these things are true of the poems in the little volume before us. 
 He sings of each month in the year, setting forth its char.acteristics, 
 and then of the four seasons in their order, picturing for us many a 
 domestic scene that will carry the reader back in recollection and eym- 
 
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 pathy to the quiet country home of chiklhood, or to the more preten- 
 tious residence of later life; wliile now and then a beautiful fancy 
 lights up the page as flowers bedeclv the field, and a great, high truth 
 breaks out amid a descriptive passage that makes the spirit conscious of 
 its relation to tlie infinite and eternal. It is a pleasant little volume, 
 whose ministry can be nothing else than wholesome. — Morning Stab. 
 
 "The Year " is a volume from the pen of one whose muse is always 
 attuned to the grand, the beautiful, the suggestive in nature, and to the 
 elevated and true in the moral world. He never writes but he instructs ; 
 and, like the Sermon on the Mount, his lessons are so simply beautiful 
 that they never fail to touch the heart. There is a cheerful, even glad- 
 some appreciation of the beauties of nature, a childlike trustfulness In 
 the goodness of the Creator, and a spirit of resignation to his will which 
 are contagious, inspiring the reader with the same happy mood. The 
 book will be read with pleasure and profit. It will carry sunshine and 
 solace to the most gloomy, while those who, like its writer, dwell on 
 the sunny side of the planet, will be charmed and delighted. — John M. 
 Adams. 
 
 " The Year." A collection of excellent poems on each of the twelve 
 months and four seasons of the year. Mr. Colesworthy has written 
 some of the best gems in our language, full of moral feeling, touching 
 and beautiful ; the rhymes are not forced, but flow in an easy, finished 
 manner, musical and full of sentiment. Many of the author's poems 
 have been copied in the leading magazines of the country, and several 
 have found their way around the ocean. The following is a selection 
 from the poem on the month of June : — 
 
 " O month of gladness and of flowers, 
 Delicious June, how dear thou art! 
 Fragrant with bloom, thy lingering hours 
 Refresh and cheer the weary heart." 
 
 Musical Journai.. 
 
 "The Year" is characterized by smoothness of measure ard clear- 
 ness of thought. As a poet, Mr. C. possesses merit of no mean order, 
 and some of the contents of this volume are good specimens of his 
 power, especially the poem entitled " Winter." His sweet little poetic 
 appeal — 
 
 "Don't kill the birds — the little birds — 
 That sing about your door! " — 
 
 has become as familiar as household words. — Louisville Courant. 
 
 "The Year." Here is a volume of truly excellent poetry — one 
 that can scarcely fail to become very popular. The moral and religious 
 tone of the poems is of the highest order, and many gems are contained 
 in the book. The author has been well-known in the literary world of 
 New England for twenty-five years, and has contributed liberally to the 
 periodical literature of that time. This work will still further enhance 
 his reputation. — Lyon's Kepublican. 
 
 "The Year." Mr. Colesworthy is not unknown to the public as a 
 writer; we remoml)er, when a boy, to have made his acquaintance 
 through the Portland Tribune, — a literary journal started by him in 
 Portland, Maine. He is a pleasant writer, and his poems and prose 
 possess a purity of thought which commends them to all right-minded 
 people. In the volume before us there is no extnavagance of thought or 
 superabundant display of words ; the distinct ideas of each poem are 
 expressed in simple, homelike language, which ordinary people employ 
 and best comprehend, and for this reason many will heartily enjoy what 
 Mr. C. has here prepared for them.— Lowell Vox Populi. 
 
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 "The Year." Mr. Coleswortliy has written one or two volumes of 
 verse which have been well received. Some of his poems, such as "A 
 Little Word in Kindness Spoken," and " Men with Sinews Strong and 
 Mighty," have gained a wide circulation and a great popularity. The 
 poems in the present volume evince a pure appreciation of the beauty 
 and significance of Nature, and have considerable grace and melody of 
 construction. — Boston Daily Journal. 
 
 These poems are full of pious thought, clearly and rhythmically ex- 
 pressed, and furnish profitable and d*Hghtful reading. All country- 
 people will at once recognize the correctness and beauty of the fol- 
 lowing : — 
 
 " The redbreast, running on the ground, 
 Stops and looks up, and runs again — 
 Again looks up, as if some sound 
 Gave to its heart a throb of pain." 
 
 Methodist Protestant. 
 
 This is a volume of truly beautiful poetry. It is one that cannot fail to 
 become very popular. The moral and religious tone of the poems is of 
 the highest order, and many goms arc contained in the book. Mr. Coles- 
 worthy has been well Known in the literary world of New England for 
 twenty-five years, and has contributed liberally to the periodical litera- 
 ture of that time. This work will still further enhance his reputation as 
 a poet. We most cordially commend it to all lovers of genuine poetry. 
 
 — Rochester Evening Express. 
 
 "The Year," by D. C. Colesworthj-, is eminently sweet and plain- 
 tive, suited especially to the meditative mood, when the heart's feelings 
 manifest their ripeness. The sentiments and fancies that sing their way 
 through these pleasant pages are such as will find a secret and welcome 
 refuge in every heart that is attuned to true harmony. — Massachu- 
 setts Ploughman. 
 
 Mr. Colesworthy's previous poetical ventures will lead their many 
 readers to take up his last volume, " The Year," in a kindly spirit, 
 nor will they be disappointed in the character of its contents. They 
 abound in pleasing pictures of nature and studies of still life, while 
 their tone is uniformly pure, their religious element decided and well 
 defined, and their flow generally smooth and even. — Congrega- 
 
 TIONALIST. 
 
 "The Year." This beautiful little volume will be perused with 
 great interest by those who were familiar with the author's oiforts in 
 years past. We remember of reading some of his short poems in our 
 childhood, and after the lapse of many years we can still repeat them. 
 
 — Maine Farmer. 
 
 " The Year " is a modest little volume, but not without peculiar merit. 
 The poetry is really good both In idea and expression. It beats in 
 imison with the various voices of Nature. It is also religious in its en- 
 tire tone, and pure and healthful throughout. — Watchman and 
 Reflector. 
 
 I am greatly pleased with " The Year," and have read it with much 
 interest. The idea is a fine one, and the author has worked it up with 
 happy effect. — Charles P. Jlsley. 
 
 The poems are pleasing and attractive for their easy versification and 
 almost perfect rhythm, and, treating of Nature in its various aspects as 
 the months roll round, are as simple and unaffected as they are pleasing. 
 
 — Chelsea Public. 
 
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