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CI.-GIVING.
1. The sun gives ever; so the earth –

What it can give, so much 'tis worth;
The ocean gives in many ways -
Gives paths, gives fishes, rivers, bays:
So, too, the air — it gives us breath;
When it stops giving, comes in death.

Give, give, be always giving;
Who gives not, is not living.

The more you give,

The more you live.
2. God's love hath in us wealth unheap'd;

Only by giving is it reap'd:
The body withers, and the mind,
If pent in by a selfish rind.
Give strength, give thought, give deed, give pelf,
Give love, give tears, and give thyself.

Give, give, be always giving;
Who gives not, is not living.

The more we give,
The more we live.

CII.-THE TOWN PUMP.

1. Noon, by the north clock! Noon, by the east ! High noon, too, by those hot sunbeams which fall, scarcely aslope, upon my head, and almost make the water bubble and smoke in the trough under my nose.

2. Truly we public characters have a tough time of it! Among all the town officers, chosen at the yearly meeting, where is he that sustains, for a single year, the burden of such manifold duties as are imposed, in perpetuity, upon the Town Pump?

3. The title of town treasurer is rightfully mine, as guardian of the best treasure the town has. The overseers of the poor ought to make me their chairman, since I provide bountifully for the pauper, without expense to him that

pays

taxes. 4. I am at the head of the fire department, and one of the physicians of the board of health. As a keeper of the peace, all water drinkers confess me equal to the constable. I perform some of the duties of the town clerk, by promulgating public notices, when they are pasted on my front.

5. To speak within bounds, I am chief person of the municipality, and exhibit, moreover, an admirable pattern to my brother officers, by the cool, steady, upright, downright, and impartial discharge of my business, and the constancy with which I stand to my post.

6. Summer or winter, nobody seeks me in vain; for all day long I am seen at the busiest corner, just above the market, stretching out my arms to rich and poor alike; and at night I hold a lantern over my head, both to show where I am, and to keep people out of the gutters.

7. At this sultry noontide, I am cup-bearer to the parched populace, for whose benefit an iron goblet is chained to my waist. I cry aloud to all, and in my plainest accents, and at the very top of my voice, “Here it is, gentlemen! Here is the good liquor! Walk up, walk up, gentlemen! Walk up, walk up!”

8. It were a pity if this outcry should draw no customers. Here they come. A hot day, gentlemen! Quaff, and away again, so as to keep yourselves in a nice cool sweat.

9. Who next? O, my little friend, you are just let loose from school, and come hither to scrub your bloom

, ing face, and drown the memory of school-boy troubles,

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in a draught from the Town Pump. Take it, pure as the current of your young life: take it, and may your heart and tongue never be scorched with a fiercer thirst than now.

10. I hold myself the grand reformer of the age. From my spout, and such spouts as mine, must flow the stream that shall cleanse our earth of a vast portion of its crime and anguish, which has gushed from the fiery fountains of the still. In this mighty enterprise the cow shall be my great confederate.

11. The Town Pump and the Cow. Such is the glo rious partnership that shall finally monopolize the whole business of quenching thirst. Blessed consummation ! Then, Poverty shall pass away from the land, finding no hovel so wretched where her squalid form may shelter itself. Then Disease, for lack of other victims, shall gnaw his own heart, and die. Then, Sin, if she do not die, shall lose half her strength.

NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.

CIII.-EXCEL.

1. Every young man starting in life should write one resolution upon his heart, and that is, “I will excel.” We care not what his business may be,—whether it is professional, scientific, mechanical, agricultural, manufacturing, or any department of labor,— every man should strive to excel.

2. The mere wish for excellence, the ambition to surpass others, is possessed by all except the veriest drones and boobies. But wish and ambition alone will not effect the object. He who excels must study for it. He must give thought to it; he must be laborious in pursuit; he must turn neither to the right hand nor to the left if he would reach the topmost round of the ladder

3. He who sets out determining to excel rarely fails. At the bidding of energy aid appears to come, which the slothful look upon with surprise, and term the success the work of blind but capricious Fortune. They are unwilling to admit that it is the achievement of the man himself that thus pushes him forward, for it would be a censure upon their own idleness.

4. In every department of labor the man that excels is the one who has plenty to do, whether others are idle or not. Excellence commands employment. A firstrate clerk, a quick, ready journeyman mechanic, a skillful artisan, an active laborer, is not long out of employ if he is industrious and honest.

5. Then, young man, let your resolution be formed to excel. Live for it day by day, and as sure as you are worthy, so sure you will rank high among your fellows.

CIV.-TWENTY YEARS AGO.

1. I've wandered in the village, Tom— I've sat beneath

the tree Upon the school-house playing ground which shel

tered you and me; But none were there to greet me, Tom, and few

were left to know, That played with us upon the green some twenty

years ago. 2. The grass is just as green, Tom— barefooted boys

at play, Were sporting just as we did then, with spirits just But the master sleeps upon the hill, which, coated

as gay;

o'er with snow, Afforded us a sliding place just twenty years ago.

3. The old school-house is altered now — the benches

are replaced By new ones very like the same our penknives had

defaced ; But the same old bricks are in the walls, the bell

swings to and fro, Its music just the same, dear Tom, as twenty years

ago.

4. The river is running just as still, the willows by its

side Are larger than they were, dear Tom, the stream

appears less wide, The grapevine swing is ruined now, where once we

played the beau, And swung our sweethearts, pretty girls, just twenty

years ago.

5. The spring that bubbled 'neath the hill, close by

the spreading beech,
Is
very high
- 'twas once

so low we could it
scarcely reach;
And kneeling down to get a drink, dear Tom, I

started so,

To see how much I, too, had changed since twenty

years ago.

6. Near by the spring, upon the elm, you know I cut

your name, Your sweetheart's just beneath it, Tom, and you

did mine the same.

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