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237 its beloved fireside delights. Labor! labor! labor! It is labor, and your labor, men of the multitude, that has done it all!

11. True, the wise ones tell us that it is intellect' that has done it. And all honor to intellect! It is not I nor you, fellow-workers, who will attempt to rob the royal power of intellect of one iota of his renown. Intellect is also a glorious gift of the 'Divinity—a divine principle in the earth. We set intellect at the head of labor, and bid it lead the way to all wonders and discoveries; but we know that intellect can not go alone. Intellect can not separate itself from labor.

12. Intellect has also its labor; and in its most ab'stract and ethereal form can not develop itself without the co-operation of its twin-brother labor. When intellect exerts itself-when it thinks, and invents, and discovers-it then labors. Through the medium of labor it does all that it does; and upon labor it is perfectly dependent to carry out all its mechanical operations. Intellect is the head-labor the right hand. Take away the hand, and the head is a magazines of knowledge and fire that is sealed up in eternal darkness. Such are the relationships of labor and intellect.

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101. LABOR.

ABOR is rest-from the sorrows that greet us;
Rest from all petty vexations that meet us,
Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us,

Rest from world-sirens that lure us to ill.
Work-and pure slumbers shall wait on the pillow,
Work-thou shalt ride over Care's coming billōw;
Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willōw!
Work with a stout heart and resolute' will!

2. Labor is health! Lo the husbandman reaping,

How through his veins goes the life-current leaping;

1 In' tel lect, the faculty of thinking; the understanding.—2 Iota (ì d'ta), a very small quantity.-'Ab'stract, pure; separate; alone. E the'real, composed of ether; very thin; heavenly.— Magazine (mag a zèn ́), a store-house.- Si' ren, a fabled goddess of ancient mythology, who enticed men by singing, and then devoured them; hence, an enticing woman.- Resolute (rêz' o lút), determined; firm to one's purpose.

How his strong arm, in its stalwart' pride sweeping,
Free as a sunbeam the swift sickle guides.
Labor is wealth-in the sea the pearl groweth,
Rich the queen's robe from the frail cocoon' floweth,
From the fine acorn the strong forest bloweth,

Temple and statue the marble block hides.

3. Droop not, though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee!
Bravely fling off the gold chain that hath bound thee;
Look to yon pure heaven smiling beyond thee,
Rest not content in thy darkness—a clod!3
Work-for some good, be it ever so slowly;
Cherish some flower, be it ever so lowly;
Labor!-all labor is noble and holy;

Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God.

4. Pause not to dream of the future before us;
Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us:
Hark how Creation's deep, musical chorus,

Unintermitting, goes up into Heaven!

Never the ocean-wave falters in flowing;
Never the little seed stops in its growing;
More and more richly the rose-heart keeps glowing,
Till from its nourishing stem it is riven.

5. "Labor is worship!"—the robin is singing,
"Labor is worship!" the wild bee is ringing.
Listen! that eloquent whisper upspringing,

Speaks to thy soul from out nature's great heart.
From the dark cloud flows the life-giving shower;
From the rough sod blows the soft breathing flower;
From the small insect, the rich coral' bower:

Only man in the plan shrinks from his part.

'Stalwart (stol' wort), brave; strong.- Co côon', the silken ball in which the silk-worm confines itself before its change. It is composed of silk threads, which, being unwound, form the silk which is manufactured. Clod, a lump of earth.- Un in ter mit' ting, ceaseless; without stopping.- Côr' al, a hard substance like shell (carbonate of lime), which is made by very minute creatures, and forms their habitation. It is sometimes red, but more abundant in white. It appears to grow, or rather is formed, by the little creatures, in the

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6. Labor is life!-'tis the still water faileth;

Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth :

Keep the watch wound for the dark rust assaileth!
Flowers droop and die in the stillness of noon.
Labor is glory!—the flying cloud lightens;
Only the waving wing changes and brightens;
Idle hearts only the dark future frightens;

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Plav the sweet keys, wouldst thou keep them in tune!

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102. ESCAPE FROM A PANTHER.

LIZABETH TEMPLE and Louisa' had gained the summit o the mountain, where they left the highway, and pursued their course, under the shade of the stately trees that crowned the eminence. The day was becoming warm; and the girls plunged more deeply into the forest, as they found its invigorating coolness agreeably contrasted to the excessive heat they had experienced in their ascent'. The conversation, as if by mutual consent, was entirely changed to the little incidents and scenes of their walk; and every tall pine, and every shrub or flower, called forth some simple expression of admiration.

2. In this manner they proceeded along the margin of the precipice, cătching occasional glimpses of the plăcid Otsego,* or pausing to listen to the rattling of wheels and the sounds of hammers, that rose from the valley, to mingle the signs of men with the scenes of nature, when Elizabeth suddenly startled, and exclaimed-"Listen! there are the cries of a child on this mountain! Is there a clearing near us? or can some little one have strayed from its parents ?"5

3. "Such things frequently happen," returned Louisa. "Let us follow the sounds; it may be a wanderer, starving on the

shape of branches of trees, and when alive they appear like flowers on the branches. These little creatures sometimes commence a structure in the ocean, which by degrees becomes an island. The history of the coral insect is exceedingly interesting.-' Louisa (18 è'za).—-” In vig’o råt ing, giving strength. Prec' i pice, a very steep descent of land or rock. Ot sè' go, a beautiful lake in the central part of the State of New York.- Pår' ents.

hill." Urged by this consideration, the females pursued the low mournful sounds, that proceeded from the forest, with quick and impatient steps. More than once the ardent Elizabeth was on the point of announcing that she saw the sufferer, when Louisa caught her by the arm, and, pointing behind them, cried"Look at the dog!"

4. The advanced age of Brave had lõng before deprived him cf his activity; and when his companions stopped to view the scenery, or to add to their bouquets,' the mastiff' would lay his huge frame on the ground, and await their movements, with his eyes closed, and a listlessness in his air that ill accorded with the character of a protector. But when, aroused by this cry from Louisa, Miss Temple turned, she saw the dog with his eyes keenly set on some distant object, his head bent near the ground, and his hair actually rising on his body, either through fright or anger. It was most probably the latter; for he was growling in a low key, and occasionally showing his teeth, in a manner that would have terrified his mistress, had she not so well known his good qualities.

5. "Brave!" she said, “be quiet, Brave! what do you see, fellow?" At the sounds of her voice, the rage of the mastiff, instead of being at all diminished, was very sensibly increased. He stalked in front of the ladies, and seated himself at the feet of his mistress, growling louder than before, and occasionally giving vent to his ire by a short, surly barking. "What does he see?" said Elizabeth; "there must be some animal in sight."

6. Hearing no answer from her companion, Miss Temple turned her head, and beheld Louisa, standing with her face whitened to the color of death, and her finger pointing upward, with a sort of flickering, convulsed3 motion. The quick eye of Elizabeth glanced in the direction indicated by her friend, where she saw the fierce front and glaring eyes of a female panther, fixed on them in horrid malignity, and threatening instant destruction. "Let us fly!" exclaimed Elizabeth, grasping the arm

'Bouquet (bo kå'), a bunch of flowers. Mås' tiff, a large kind of dog, remarkable for strength and courage.- Con vůlsed', drawn or con tracted with shaking.—' Ma lig' ni ty, extreme enmity or hatred.

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of Louisa, whose form yielded like melting snow, and sunk lifeless to the earth.

7. There was not a single feeling in the teinperament' of Elizabeth Temple, that could prompt her to desert a companion in such an extremity; and she fell on her knees, by the side of the inanimate Louisa, tearing from the person of her friend, with an instinctive readiness, such parts of her dress as might obstruct her respiration, and encouraging their only safeguard, the dog, at the same time, by the sounds of her voice. "Courage, Brave!" she cried her own tones beginning to tremble— courage, courage, good Brave!"

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8. A quarter-grown cub, that had hitherto been unseen, now appeared, dropping from the branches of a sapling, that grew under the shade of the beech which held its dam. This ignorant but vicious creature approached near to the dog, imitating the actions and sounds of its parent, but exhibiting a strange mixture of the playfulness of a kitten with the ferocity of its race. Standing on its hind legs, it would rend the bark of a tree with its fore paws, and play all the antics of a cat, for a moment and then, by lashing itself with its tail, growling, and scratching the earth, it would attempt the manifestations of anger that rendered its parent so terrific.

9. All this time Brave stood firm and undaunted, his short tail erect, his body drawn backward on its haunches,' and his eyes following the movements of both dam and cub. At every gambol played by the latter, it approached nigher to the dog, the growling of the three becoming more horrid at each moment, until the younger beast, overleaping its intended bound, fell directly before the mastiff. There was a moment of fearful cries and struggles; but they ended almost as soon as commenced, by the cub appearing in the air, hurled from the jaws of Brave, with a violence that sent it against a tree so forcibly as to render it completely senseless.

10. Elizabeth witnessed the short struggle, and her blood was warming with the triumph of the dog, when she saw the form

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''Têm' per a ment, disposition; constitution.—In ån' i mate, without life or spirit; inactive; spiritless.-- Res pi rà' tion, breathing.• Haunch' es, the hips; the hinder part.

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