THE LYRE. But soon the bloom of summer fled, To shield the harp of heavenly song! The savage wind more fiercely blew ; Was dreadful-but it was the last. And the light zephyrs o'er it strayed, That Lyre they could not wake or warm. 6 61 The towering oak and ancient pine The maple bough its blossoms And flock and herd and waving grain No tyrant landlord wrings our soil, The flocks upon our own green hills, No bigot's scourge or martyr's fires For the spirit of our stern old sires Is with their children still. And pure to heaven our altars rise, Where man with free unfettered faith Bows down and worships God. SONG OF THE HUSBANDMAN. No midnight revel wastes our strength, The serpents coiling there; But childhood's ringing tones of mirth, With the pure page of knowledge, Our peaceful evenings bless. And underneath our pillow There's a spell for slumber's hour, And for the sons of toil alone That magic spell hath power. Our homes! our dear New-England homes! As in the courts of kings; And the vine that climbs the window, Then hail to thee! New England! The life-blood that our fathers gave, No master but the King of kings, 63 AUTUMN. BY NATHANIEL A. HAVEN. I LOVE the dews of night, I love the howling wind; I love to hear the tempests sweep For nature's saddest scenes delight Autumn! I love thy bower, Autumn! I love thee well; And clouds roll wildly round the skies, Autumn! thy fading flowers Droop but to bloom again; So man, though doomed to grief awhile, To hang on Fortune's fickle smile, Shall glow in heaven with nobler powers, SKETCH OF CHIEF JUSTICE RICHARDSON. BY JOEL PARKER, LL. D. How often, apparently, is the world indebted to accident for the benefits received from some of the most distinguished men! The casting of a book in the way of slumbering intellect incites it to overcome all obstacles in the pursuit of knowledge. A beautiful harangue or a successful argument is sometimes the spark that lights the flame of ambition in the breast of one before destined to other pursuits, and he burns with the desire of emulation, and strikes out for himself a more brilliant, if not a more happy career. Accidental injuries in the workshop and in the field, incapacitating the party, for a greater or less period, from manual labor, have given to science some of her most persevering and successful votaries. "We call it chance - but there is a Divinity That shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will." An instance is before us. WILLIAM MERCHANT RICHARDSON was born at Pelham, in this State, January 4, 1774, and labored upon his father's farm until he was about fifteen years of age, when an injury to his hand for a time incapacitated him for active exertions. During the period of leisure thus forced upon him, he indulged a taste for study, and determined to procure for himself a collegiate education. This he accomplished, and graduated at Cambridge University in 1797. In the course of his collegiate studies, and during the time he officiated as an instructer, he became thoroughly imbued with a taste for poetry, and classical and general |