AGRICULTURE AND COMMERCE. 51 mutual supports and dependencies, by which the activity, the improvement and the pleasure of the inhabitants of every part of the world are secured and promoted. Above all, forget not, that you are instruments in the hands of Providence, by which he diffuses his blessings, and promotes his grand purposes in the cultivation, the civilization, and thus the moral and religious advancement, of this wide creation. God grant, that you may never feel the remorse of having deliberately contributed to the introduction of a new vice into the community, or to the corruption of an old or established principle; of having aided the tyranny of a worthless fashion, or assisted the gradual encroachments of selfishness, vanity, pomp, and slavish imitation, on the freedom and dignity of social life! TRIBUTE TO MY NATIVE STREAM. BY NATHANIEL H. CARTER. [Born at Concord, 1788. Died at Marseilles, France, January 2, 1830.] HAIL! hail again my native stream, I tread thy wild and silvan shore, Give to thy peaceful waters fame; A solace to this saddened heart. Since last with thee I parted, Time And I in distant lands have roamed, Where rolled new streams, new oceans foamed. Along the Shannon, Doon, and Tay, I've sauntered many a happy day, And sought beside the Cam and Thames, Or mingled in the polished train Of fashion, on the banks of Seine. Through vine-clad vales meandering flow; In climes beneath the burning zone, TRIBUTE TO MY NATIVE STREAM. 53 My roving footsteps too have press'd Strown with the blossoms of its woods.t Yet not the less, my native stream, Farewell! farewell! though I no more When he who watched its flow is gone, Inscribed upon some aged tree. *This word is pronounced in Spanish as if written Whon. †The author in rowing up the river Canimar, near Matanzas, in January, 1828, found its current covered with the blossoms of forest trees growing upon its banks. 5* MONADNOCK. BY WILLIAM B. O. PEABODY. UPON the far-off mountain's brow I've seen him when the rising sun Shone like a watch-fire on the height, And there, as ever, steep and clear, No sovereign, but the King of kings. And let a world of human pride, He welcomes not nor fears to-morrow. Farewell! I go my distant way; g MONADNOCK. Then let me learn from thee to rise, And on the inward strength relying. If life before my weary eye Grows fearful as the angry sea, Thy memory shall suppress the sigh For that which never more can be. Inspiring all within the heart With firm resolve and strong endeavor, To act a brave and faithful part, Till life's short warfare ends for ever. 55 |