Between the disorders of the human body and those of the mind, there seems to be no small resemblance. Both are the natural productions of the constitution of the creature. Both are promoted by the indulgence of appetite and passion. Both become inveterate by habit. Natural blindness and ignorance of divine things are so very similar that the Scriptures use the same word to signify both, and the Saviour represents sinners as those who are sick, As there were no natural disorders which were too stubborn for the miraculous power of Jesus to remove; no demoniac so raving that Jesus could not clothe him in his right mind; none so strongly locked in the dark house of death that he could not call them thence; so there is no sin so chronical, so inveterate, as to be beyond the power of divine mercy to wash away. The blood of Christ cleanseth from all sin. All death, sorrow, and crying shall cease. Pains and disorders shall no more be felt, nor temptations trouble the lovers of God, but the blessed hand of the once-crucified shall wipe the tears from off all faces.

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HARP of the sea! bold minstrel of the deep!
Sound from your halls where proud armadas sleep;
Ring from the waves a strain of other days,
When first rude Commerce poured her feeble rays;
Tell what rich burdens India's princes bore
Of balmy spices to the Arab's shore;

What mines of wealth on Traffic's dauntless wings
Sailed down from Egypt to the Syrian kings;

By what mischance, those wonders of their hour,

The fleets of Carthage and the Tyrian power,
Were lost, and vanished like the meteor ray
That flashes nightly through the milky-way:
Sing of the Grecian States, that warlike band
Which held the ocean in its dread command;
Of Cæsar's glory, when his navies furled
Their sails before the granary of the world;
Of Afric's spoils by Vandals rent away,
And Eastern empires waning to decay.

Stand forth, old Venice Genoa - Pisa - Rome!
With all your galleys on the crested foam;
Say, where are now your royal merchants seen?
Go ask the Red-Cross Knight at Palestine!

-wise and free,

And thou, great Prince of Florence,
With pride on history's scroll thy name we see;
And while entranced, that brilliant page we find
Gemmed with the trophies of a cultured mind;
Another name demands the just applause
Of friends of Commerce, and her equal laws;
Thine was a light that o'er broad Europe shone,
And Roscoe's fame shall mingle with thine own!

But lo! what crowds on Albion's shore arise,
Of noble fleets with costly merchandise;

What swift-winged ships rush in from every strand,
To swell the coffers of her teeming land,

While lofty flags proclaim on every breeze

The island queen,

the mistress of the seas!

Look to the West- the Elysian borders view! See where from Palos speeds yon wearied crew: Haste, ere the vision to your eye grows dim, O'er rock and forest comes the Mayflower's hymn: Fleet as the night-star fades in brightening day, That exiled pilgrim-band has passed away; But where their anchors marked a dreary shore, When first thanksgivings rose for perils o'er, A nation's banner fills the murmuring air, And freedom's ensign wantons gaily there.

Oh, glorious stripes! no stain your honor mars: Wave! ever wave! our country's flag of stars! Float till old time shall shroud the sun in gloom, And this proud empire seeks its laurelled tomb.

But brief my lay; the fairy land of song
Holds me a truant in its maze too long;
Yet chide me not, if lingering on the shore,
I cast one pebble to the ripples more.

Our Yankee ships! in fleet career,
They linger not behind,

Where gallant sails from other lands
Court favoring tide and wind.
With banners on the breeze, they leap
As gaily o'er the foam

As stately barks from prouder seas,
That long have learned to roam.

The Indian wave with luring smiles
Swept round them bright to-day;
And havens to Atlantic isles

Are opening on their way;
Ere yet these evening shadows close,
Or this frail song is o'er,

Full many a straining mast will rise
To greet a foreign shore.

High up the lashing northern deep,

Where glimmering watch-lights beam,

Away in beauty where the stars

In tropic brightness gleam;

Where'er the sea-bird wets her beak,

Or blows the stormy gale;

On to the water's farthest verge

Our ships majestic sail.

They dip their keels in every stream

That swells beneath the sky;

And where old ocean's billows roll,

Their lofty pennants fly:

They furl their sheets in threatening clouds

That float across the main,

To link with love earth's distant bays

In many a golden chain.

DUTIES OF AMERICAN MOTHERS.

BY DANIEL WEBSTER.

It is by the promulgation of sound morals in the community, and more especially by the training and instruction. of the young, that woman performs her part towards the preservation of a free government. It is now generally admitted, that public liberty, the perpetuity of a free constitution, rests on the virtue and intelligence of the community which enjoys it. How is that virtue to be inspired, and how is that intelligence to be communicated? Bonaparte once asked Madame de Stael in what manner he could most promote the happiness of France. Her reply is full of political wisdom. She said "Instruct the mothers of

the French people." Because the mothers are the affectionate and effective teachers of the human race. The mother begins this process of training with the infant in her arms. It is she who directs, so to speak, its first mental and spiritual pulsations. She conducts it along the impressible years of childhood and youth; and hopes to deliver it to the rough contests and tumultuous scenes of life, armed by those good principles which her child has first received from maternal care and love.

If we draw within the circle of our contemplation the mothers of a civilized nation, what do we see? We behold so many artificers working, not on frail and perishable matter, but on the immortal mind, moulding and fashioning beings who are to exist for ever. We applaud the artist whose skill and genius present the mimic man upon the we admire and celebrate the sculptor who works

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out that same image in enduring marble-but how insignificant are these achievements, though the highest and the fairest in all the department of art, in comparison with the great vocation of human mothers! They work not upon the canvass that shall fail, or the marble that shall crumble into dust- but upon mind, upon spirit, which is to last for ever, and which is to bear, for good or evil, throughout its duration, the impress of a mother's plastic hand.

I have already expressed the opinion, which all allow to be correct, that our security for the duration of the free institutions which bless our country, depends upon the habits of virtue and the prevalence of knowledge and of education. Knowledge does not comprise all which is contained in the larger term of education. The feelings are to be disciplined the passions are to be restrained-true and worthy motives are to be inspired — a profound religious feeling is to be instilled, and pure morality inculcated, under all circumstances. All this is comprised in education. Mothers who are faithful to this great duty, will tell their children that neither in political nor in any other concerns of life, can man ever withdraw himself from the perpetual obligations of conscience and of duty: that in every act, whether public or private, he incurs a just responsibility; and that in no condition is he warranted in trifling with important rights and obligations. They will impress upon their children the truth, that the exercise of the elective franchise is a social duty, of as solemn a nature as man can be called to perform; that a man may not innocently trifle with his vote; that every free elector is a trustee as well for others as himself; and that every man and every measure he supports, has an important bearing on the interests of others as well as on his own. It is in the inculcation of high and pure morals such as these, that in a free republic, woman performs her sacred duty, and fulfils her destiny. The French are remarkable for their fondness for sententious phrases, in which much meaning is condensed into a small space. I noticed lately, on the title