his worthy deeds alone, have rendered him immortal! When oblivion shall have swept away thrones, kingdoms, and principalities when every vestige of human greatness, and grandeur, and glory, shall have moldered into dust, and the last period of time become extinct-eternity itself shall catch the glowing theme, and dwell with increasing rapture on his name! 52.-LIBERTY AND UNION. DANIEL WEBSTER. I profess, sir, in my career hitherto, to have kept steadily in view the prosperity and honor of the whole country, and the preservation of our Federal Union. It is to that Union we owe our safety at home, and our consideration and dignity abroad. It is to that Union we are chiefly indebted for whatever makes us most proud of our country. That Union we reached only by the discipline of our virtues, in the severe school of adversity. It had its origin in the necessities of disordered finance, prostrate commerce, and ruined credit. Under its benign influences, these great interests immediately awoke, as from the dead, and sprang forth with newness of life. Every year of its duration has teemed with fresh proofs of its utility and its blessings; and although our territory has stretched out wider and wider, and our population spread farther and farther, they have not outrun its protection or its benefits. It has been to us all a copious fountain of national, social, personal happiness. I have not allowed ́myself, sir, to look beyond the Union, to see what might lie hidden in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly weighed the chances of preserving liberty when the bonds that unite us together shall be broken asunder. I have not accustomed myself to hang over the precipice of disunion, to see whether, with my short sight, I can fathom the depth of the abyss below; nor could I regard him as a safe counselor in the affairs of this Government whose thoughts should be mainly bent on considering, not how the Union should be best preserved, but how tolerable might be the condition of the people when it shall be broken up and destroyed. While the Union lasts, we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects spread out before us, for us and for our children. Beyond that I seek not to penetrate the veil. God grant that, in my day at least, that curtain may not rise! God grant that on my vision never may be opened what lies behind! When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in Heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States, severed, discordant, belligerent: on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood! Let their last feeble and lingering glance, rather, behold the gorgeous ensign of the Republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their original lustre, not a stripe erased or polluted, nor a single star obscured,-bearing, for its motto, no such miserable interrogatory as "What is all this worth?"-nor those other words of delusion and folly, "Liberty first and Union afterwards,❞— but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart— Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable ' 53. WE SHALL MEET AND REST. HORATIUS BONAR. We shall meet and rest: Where the faded flower shall freshen, Where the shaded sky shall brighten, Where the morn shall wake in gladness, And the dreamer dreams no more; That were scattered on the wild; Where the hidden wound is healed; 54. ART THOU LIVING YET? Is there no grand, immortal sphere, And dry the tears from weeping eyes; And June stands near with deathless flowers, I ask, and lo! my cheeks are wet Thou unseen angel of my life ; Oh, mother, art thou living yet, And dost thou still remember me? The Spring-times bloom, the Summers fade, But over every light and shade Thy memory lives by night and day. It soothes to sleep my wildest pain, Like some sweet song that cannot die; And like the murmur of the main, Grows deeper when the storm is nigh. I know the brightest stars that set And dost thou still remember me? I sometimes think thy self comes back To those green hills of which we dream; Thy loving arms around me twine, My cheeks bloom younger in thy breath, Till thou art mine and I am thine, Without a thought of pain or death; 55.-"ROCK OF AGES." ANONYMOUS. "Rock of Ages, cleft for me," Sung as sing the birds in June; "Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Felt her soul no need to hide- Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee.' 'Rock of Ages, cleft for me—” 'Twas a woman sung them now, "Rock of Ages, cleft for me—” Lips grown aged sung the hymn Voice grown weak and eyes grown dim- Trembling though the voice, and low, As a river in its flow; Sung as only they can sing, Who life's thorny paths have pressed; Sung as only they can sing Who behold the promised rest. "Rock of Ages, cleft for me," All life's cares and sorrows hid. Never more, O storm-tossed soul, Wilt thou need thyself to hide. 56.-STUDY OF LATIN AND GREEK. SYDNEY SMITH. Latin and Greek are useful, as they inure children to intellectual difficulties, and make the life of a young student, what it ought to be, a life of considerable labor. We do not, of course, mean to confine this praise exclusively to the study of Latin and Greek, or to suppose that other difficulties might not be found which it would be useful to overcome; but though Latin and Greek have this merit in common with many arts and sciences, still they have it; and, if they do nothing else, they at least secure a solid and vigorous application at a period of life which materially influences all other periods. To go through the grammar of one language thoroughly is of great |