EXERCISE CXXXIV. CHRIST IN THE TEMPEST.- Emma C. Embury. Midnight was on the mighty deep, And darkness filled the boundless sky, For tempest clouds were mustering wrath It came at length: one fearful gust While fearfully the lightning's glare But there was one o'er whose bright face For mid the tempest fierce and wild, Oh! who could look upon that face, For who that glorious brow could see, Nor own a present Deity? With hurried fear they press around To shield their souls from dread; Vainly they struggled with their fears; Behold! we sink beneath the wave; Slowly he rose ; and mild rebuke 'I not your master nigh? Is not your hope of succor just? He turned away; and conscious power As o'er the boiling sea he bent, Earth to its centre felt the thrill, As low he murmured, 'Peace! Be still!' Hark to the burst of meeting waves, While not a breeze is near to break Then on the stricken hearts of all As timidly they gazed on him Whose will was nature's law: 'What man is this,' they cry, 'whose word Without intending to institute any invidious comparison between different branches of industry, it may be said, that in importance, agriculture stands preeminent. It is the great fountain from which animal life derives its support: it supplies the materials on which almost every other species of labor is employed; and it furnishes to man the occupation most favorable to his happiness and his moral elevation. To give a country the highest degree of wealth and power which it is capable of attaining, agriculture must be sustained by commerce and manufactures; but it may dispense with both the latter, and yet retain its prosperity. The condition of the United States is favorable to all these pursuits; but, whatever may be the fate of our commerce and manufactures, we must, as an agricultural country, rank among the first nations of the earth. In this field of labor, we fear no competition. The productions of our agriculture have but one limit, the demand for them. Centuries must elapse before they will be limited, as in the densely populated states of Europe, by the powers of the soil. We have not only the ability of expanding, to an immense degree, by means of our vast unoccupied domain beyond the lakes and the Mississippi; but we have the ability of increasing, to an indefinite extent, upon the surface we now оссиру. With these prospects before us, the importance of our agricultural industry cannot be overrated. The estimate, in which it is now held, falls far short of its true value. Just opinions have made, and are still making, some progress; but agriculture cannot attain its true rank, until it shall be regarded, like the learned professions, as one of the direct avenues to honor and wealth. In a country like our own, in a course of most rapid developement, the temptations and excitements, which are presented to the young and sanguine, in the pursuit of fortune, prove, unhappily, an overmatch for the sober occupations of agricultural industry, and its slow but certain rewards. The healthful labors of the field are too often abandoned for the confinement of the counting-room and the lawyer's office, or for hazardous pecuniary enterprise. Yet how many a merchant who has fallen a victim to an overstrained credit; how many a lawyer who ekes out a scanty subsistence for himself and family, by a plodding, laborious profession; how many an adventurer in speculation, who has seen his air-built fabrics fall, one by one, to the ground, would have improved his condition, in regard to health, respectability, and fortune, by devoting himself to the pursuits of agriculture! EXERCISE CXXXVI. THE PATRIARCHAL AGE.-J. G. Percival. Oh! for those early days, when patriarchs dwelt Unwarped affection's sweetest, holiest balm; Their hearts aye warbled with devotion's psalm; They sat at evening, when their gathered flocks Who smiled along the fair sky: they would dwell Was to them, as to flowers that droop and fade, the shower He warmed them in the sunbeams, and they gazed They poured their pealing anthem; and when night Rolled through the blue serenity, in bright But softer radiance, they blessed the boon gave those hours the charm without the fire of noon. Spring of the living world, the dawn of nature, Before the tainted gales of vice 'gan blow; The gaunt wolf's stealthy step, the lion's ravening spring. With brutes alone he armed himself for war: He shot his death shaft from the nervy yew; And, bounding through the gemmed and sparkling dew, The rose of health that in his full cheek glowed, Told of the pure, fresh stream that there enkindling flowed. This was the age when mind was all on fire, Behold the governor. Down! down! and beg For mercy! Ges. Does he hear? - Thy name ? Tell. My name? It matters not to keep it from thee now: My name is Tell. Ges. Tell!-William Tell? Tell. The same. Ges. What! he so famed 'bove all his countrymen For guiding o'er the stormy lake the boat? And such a master of his bow, 't is said His arrows never miss! -[Aside.] Indeed! — I'll take |