is he who gets the berth nearest the fire. Nothing would make it pass off tolerably but a good reward. A doubloon is my constant gain, every day that the weather will permit my going out, and sometimes six pistoles." If there is an individual in the morning of life who has not yet made his choice between the flowery path of indulgence and the rough ascent of honest industry—if there is one who is ashamed to get his living by any branch of honest laborlet him reflect that the youth who was carrying the theodolite and surveyor's chain through the mountain passes of the Alleghanies, in the month of March, sleeping on a bundle of hay before the fire, in a settler's log-cabin, and not ashamed to boast that he did it for his doubloon a day, is George Washington; that the life he led trained him up to command the armies of United America; that the money he earned was the basis of that fortune which enabled him afterwards to bestow his services, without reward, on a bleeding and impoverished country. For three years was the young Washington employed, the greater part of the time, and whenever the season would permit, in this laborious and healthful occupation; and I know not if it would be deemed unbecoming, were a thoughtful student of our history to say that he could almost hear the voice of Providence, in the language of Milton, announce its high purpose, "To exercise him in the wilderness; There shall he first lay down the rudiments Of his great warfare, ere I send him forth COLUMBIA. BY T. DWIGHT. COLUMBIA, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world, and the child of the skies; Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold, While ages on ages thy splendors unfold. Thy reign is the last and the noblest of time; To conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire; Fair Science her gates to thy sons shall unbar, And the East see thy morn hide the beams of her star; Here, grateful, to Heaven with transport shall bring Nor less shall thy fair ones to glory ascend, And genius and beauty in harmony blend; The graces of form shall awake pure desire, Thy fleets to all regions thy power shall display, Each shore to thy glory its tribute unfold, And the East and the South yield their spices and gold; Thus, as down a lone valley, with cedars o'erspread, And a voice, as of angels, enchantingly sung : "Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world, and the child of the skies." THE DEATH OF WASHINGTON. BY JOHN M. MASON. Ir must ever be difficult to compare the merits of Washington's characters, because he always appeared greatest in that which he last sustained. Yet if there is a preference, it must be assigned to the lieutenant-general of the armies of America. Not because the duties of that station were more arduous than those which he had often performed, but because it more fully displayed his magnanimity. While others become great by elevation, Washington becomes greater by condescension. Matchless patriot! to stoop, on public motives, to an inferior appointment, after possessing and dignifying the highest offices! Thrice favored country, which boasts of such a citizen! We gaze with astonishment: we exult that we are Americans. We augur everything great, and good, and happy. But whence this sudden horror? What means that cry of agony? Oh! 'tis the shriek of America! The fairy vision is fled: Washington is—no more!— "How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished!" Daughters of America, who erst prepared the festal bower and the laurel wreath, plant now the cypress grove, and water it with tears. "How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished!" The death of Washington, Americans, has revealed the extent of our loss. It has given us the final proof that we never mistook him. Take his affecting testament, and read the secrets of his soul. Read all the power of domestic virtue. Read his strong love of letters and of liberty. Read his fidelity to republican principle, and his jealousy of national character. In his acts, Americans, you have seen the man. In the complicated excellence of character, he stands alone. Let no future Plutarch attempt the iniquity of parallel. Let no soldier of fortune, let no usurping conqueror, let not Alexander or Cæsar, let not Cromwell or Bonaparte, let none among the dead or the living, appear in the same picture with Washington or let them appear as the shade to his light. |