montory, he was heard to repeat to himself that poem of exquisite charms-then only recently given to mankind, now familiar as a household word wherever the mother tongue c Gray is spoken-the Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Strange and unaccustomed prelude to the discord of battle! And as the ambitious warrior finished the recitation, he said to his companions, in a low but earnest tone, that he "would rather be the author of that poem than take Quebec." And sure! he was right. The Glory of that victory is already dying on like a candle in its socket. The True Glory of the poem sti shines with star-bright, immortal beauty. Fame and Glory PROGRESS AND REFORM. Be it, then, our duty and our encouragement to live and to labor, ever mindful of the future. But let us not be too in patient to witness the fulfilment of our aspirations. The da! increasing rapidity of discovery and improvement, and the daily multiplying efforts of beneficence, in later years outstripping the imaginations of the most sanguine, furnish wellgrounded assurance that the advance of man will be with s constantly accelerating speed. The extending intercourse among the nations of the earth, and among all the children ofỀ the Human Family, gives new promises of the complete difesion of Truth, penetrating the most distant places, chasing away the darkness of night, and exposing the hideous forms of Slavery, of War, of Wrong, which must be hated as soon as they are clearly seen. And yet, while confident of the Future, and surrounded by heralds of certain triumph, let us learn to moderate our anticipations; nor imitate those childres of the Crusaders, who, in their long journey from western Europe, to seek In Golgotha him dead, who lives in Heaven, hailed each city and castle which they approached, as the Jerusalem that was to be the end of their wanderings. No; the goal is distant, and ever advancing; but the march is none the less certain. As well attempt to make the sun stand stil in his course, or to restrain the sweet influences of the Pleiades, as to arrest the incessant, irresistible movement, which is the appointed destiny of man. Cultivate, then, a just moderation. Learn to reconcile order with change, stability with Progress. This is a wise conservatism; this is a wise reform. Rightly understanding these terms, who would not be a conservative? Who would not be a reformer? A conservative of all that is good—a reformer of all that is evil; a conservative of knowledge-a reformer of ignorance; a conservative of truths and principles, whose seat is the bosom of God-a reformer of laws and institutions which are but the wicked or imperfect work of man; a conservative of that divine order which is found only in movement -a reformer of those earthly wrongs and abuses, which spring from a violation of the great Law of Human Progress. Blending these two characters in one, let us seek to be, at the same time, Reforming Conservatives and Conservative Reformers. And, finally, let a confidence in the Progress of our race be, under God, our constant faith. Let the sentiment of loyalty, earth-born, which once lavished itself on King or Emperor, give place to that other sentiment, heaven-born, of devotion to Humanity. Let Loyalty to one Man be exchanged for Love to Man. And be it our privilege to extend these sacred influences throughout the land. So shall we open to our country new fields of peaceful victories, which shall not want the sympathies and gratulations of the good citizen, or the praises of the just historian. Go forth, then, my country, "conquering and to conquer," not by brutish violence; not by force of arms; not, oh! not on dishonest fields of blood; but in the majesty of Peace, of Justice, of Freedom, by the irresistible might of Christian Institutions. Phi Beta Kappa Address at Union College, 1848. WILLIAM H. BURLEIGH. WILLIAM HENRY BURLEIGH was born in Woodstock, Connecticut, on the 2d of February, 1812. In his infancy his parents removed to Plainfield, where his father was principal of an academy, until from loss of sight he was compelled to resign his charge. He then retired upon a farm, so that the son passed the principal years of his boyhood in agricultural labors, with no other means of education than those which a district school afforded, till he reached his seventeenth year, when he was apprenticed to the printing business. Since that period, his life has been singularly varied, his time having been div,sed to tween the duties of a printer, and editor, and a public lecture. Er conducted at one time "The Literary Journal," published at s tady. Afterwards, for more than two years, he edited "The 72-3", Witness," at Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, and resigned it to take chara of "The Washington Banner," published at Alleghany, oppermine to Pittsburg. A collection of his poems appeared in Philadepè a m 1840. WE ARE SCATTERED. Written on visiting my birth-place after years of abware We are scattered-we are scattered- And Time hath wrought his changes The joyous band that once we were We are scattered—we are scattered! Upon the village green, Where we played in boyish recklessness, And the hearts that beat so lightly In the joyousness of youth, Some are crumbled in the sepulchre, The Beautiful-the Beautiful We miss them and we mourn them, How mournfully-how mournfully Of the thousand scenes of happiness A salutary sadness Is brooding o'er the heart, As it dwells upon remembrances The memory-the memory! Of Childhood's fleeting days The sparkling eye-the thrilling tone- They all have gone!-but left a light The happiness-the happiness Of boyhood must depart; Then comes the sense of loneliness We are scattered-we are scattered! In a brighter and a purer sphere, Where the shadows of this lower world Where the mortal hath put brightly on SONG. Believe not the slander, my dearest KATRINE! Where thou art remembered, all pure as thou art. The dark tide of years, as it bears us along, Though it sweep away Hope in its turbulent flow, Cannot drown the low voice of Love's eloquent song, Nor chill with its waters my faith's early glow. True, the world hath its snares, and the soul may grow faint In its strifes with the follies and falsehoods of earth; And amidst the dark whirl of corruption, a taint May poison the thoughts that are purest at birth. Temptations and trials, without and within, From the pathway of Virtue the spirit may lure; But the soul shall grow strong in its triumphs o'er Sin, And the heart shall preserve its integrity pure. The finger of Love, on my innermost heart, Wrote thy name, oh adored! when my feelings were young; And the record shall 'bide till my soul shall depart, And the darkness of Death o'er my being be flung. Then believe not the slander that says I forget, In the whirl of excitement, the love that was thine; Thou wert dear in my boyhood-art dear to me yetFor my sunlight of life is the smile of KATRINE! THE TIMES. Inaction now is crime. The old earth reels Inebriate with guilt; and Vice, grown bold, Laughs Innocence to scorn. The thirst for gold Hath made men demons, till the heart that feels The impulse of impartial love, nor kneels In worship foul to Mammon, is contemn'd. Revered as law; and he whose righteous way THE PILGRIM FATHERS. Bold men were they, and true, that pilgrim-band, Who plough'd with venturous prow the stormy sea, Seeking a home for hunted Liberty Amid the ancient forests of a land Wild, gloomy, vast, magnificently grand! Friends, country, hallow'd homes they left, to be Pilgrims for CHRIST's sake, to a foreign strand Beset by peril, worn with toil, yet free! Tireless in zeal, devotion, labor, hope; Constant in faith; in justice how severe ! Though fools deride and bigot-skepties sneer, Praise to their names! If call'd like them to cope, In evil times, with dark and evil powers, O, be their faith, their zeal, their courage ours! JUNE. June, with its roses-June! The gladdest month of our capricious year, Of the bright leaping waters, as they pass Earth, at her joyous coming, |