Fling away absurd ambition! people, leave that toy to kings; Envy, jealousy, suspicion,-be above such grovelling things: In each other's joys delighted, all your hate be-joys of war, And by all means keep united, sister States, as now ye are!

Were I but some scornful stranger, still my counsel would be just; Break the band and all is danger, mutual fear and dark distrust; But you know me for a brother, and a friend who speaks from far, Be as one, then, with each other, sister States, as now ye are!

If it seems a thing unholy, Freedom's soil by slaves to till, Yet be just! and sagely, slowly, nobly cure that ancient ill: Slowly, haste is fatal ever; nobly,-lest good faith ye mar; Sagely, not in wrath, to sever, sister States, as now ye are!

Charmed with your commingled beauty, England sends the signal round,

Every man must do his duty" to redeem from bonds the

bound!

Then, indeed, your banner's brightness, shining clear from every

star,

Shall proclaim your uprightness, sister States, as now ye are!

So a peerless constellation may those stars forever blaze! Three-and-ten times threefold nation, go ahead in power and praise!

Like the many-breasted goddess, throned on her Ephesian car, Be-one heart, in many bodies! sister States, as now ye are! MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER.

THE AMERICAN PATRIOT'S HOPE.

OUR republic has long been a theme of speculation among the savans of Europe. They profess to have cast its horoscope; and fifty years was fixed upon by many as the utmost limit of its duration. But those years passed by, and beheld us a united and happy people; our political atmosphere agi

tated by no storm, and scarce a cloud to obscure the serenity of our horizon; all of the present was prosperity, all of the future was hope.

True, upon the day of that anniversary two venerable fathers of our freedom and of our country fell; but they sank calmly to rest, in the maturity of years and the fulness of time, and their simultaneous departure, on that day of jubilee, for another and a better world, was hailed by our nation as a propitious sign, sent to us from heaven.

Wandering the other day in the alcoves of the library, I accidentally opened a volume containing the orations delivered by many distinguished men on that solemn occasion, and I noted some expressions of a few who now sit in this hall, which are deep-fraught with the then prevailing, I may say, universal feeling. It is inquired by one, "Is this the effect of accident, or blind chance, or has God, who holds in his hands the destiny of nations and of men, designed these things as an evidence of the permanence and perpetuity of our institutions ?” Another says, "Is it not stamped with the seal of divinity?" And a third, descanting on the prospects, bright and glorious, which opened on our beloved country, says, "Auspicious omens cheer us!"

Yet it would have required but a tinge of superstitious gloom to have drawn from that event darker forebodings of that which was to come. In our primitive wilds, where the order. of nature is unbroken by the hand of man, there, where majestic trees arise, spread forth their branches, live out their age, and decline, sometimes will a patriarchal plant, which has stood for centuries the winds and storms, fall, when no breeze agitates a leaf of the trees that surround it. And when, in the calm. stillness of a summer's noon, the solitary woodsman hears, on either hand, the heavy crash of huge, branchless trunks, falling by their own weight to the earth whence they sprung,prescient of the future, he foresees the whirlwind at hand, which shall sweep through the forest, break its strongest stems, upturn its deepest roots, and strew in the dust its tallest, proudest heads.

But I am none of those who indulge in gloomy anticipation. I do not despair of the republic. My trust is strong that

the gallant ship, in which all our hopes are embarked, will yet outride the storm; saved alike from the breakers and billows of disunion, and the greedy whirlpool, the all-engulfing maelstrom of executive power; that, unbroken, if not unharmed, she may pursue her prosperous voyage far down the stream of time; and that the banner of our country, which now waves over us so proudly, will still float in triumph, borne on the wings of heaven, fanned by the breath of fame, every stripe bright and unsullied, every star fixed in its sphere, ages after each of us, now here, shall have ceased to gaze on its majestic folds forever.

THOMAS EWING.

AMERICA'S CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE WORLD.

WHAT, it is asked, has this nation done to repay the world for the benefits we have received from others? Is it nothing for the universal good of mankind to have carried into successful operation a system of self-government, uniting personal liberty, freedom of opinion, and equality of rights, with national power and dignity, such as had never before existed only in the Utopian dreams of philosophers? Is it nothing, in moral science, to have anticipated, in sober reality, numerous plans of reform in civil and criminal jurisprudence, which are but now received as plausible theories by the politicians and economists of Europe? Is it nothing to have been able to call forth, on every emergency, either in war or peace, a body of talents always equal to the difficulty? Is it nothing to have, in less than half a century, exceedingly improved the sciences of political economy, of law, and of medicine, with all their auxiliary branches; to have enriched human knowledge by the accumulation of a great mass of useful facts and observations; and to have augmented the power and the comforts of civilized man by miracles of mechanical invention? Is it nothing to have given the world examples of disinterested patriotism, of political wisdom, of public virtue, of learning, eloquence, and valor, never exerted save for some praiseworthy end? It is sufficient to have briefly suggested

these considerations; every mind would anticipate me in filling up the details.

No, Land of Liberty! thy children have no cause to blush for thee. What though the arts have reared few monuments among us, and scarce a trace of the Muse's footstep is found in the paths of our forests, or along the banks of our rivers, yet our soil has been consecrated by the blood of heroes, and by great and holy deeds of peace. Its wide extent has become one vast temple and hallowed asylum, sanctified by the prayers and blessings of the persecuted of every sect and the wretched of all nations. Land of refuge, land of benedictions! Those prayers still arise and they still are heard: "May peace be within thy walls, and plenteousness within thy palaces!" "May there be no decay, no leading into captivity, and no complaining in thy streets!" "May truth flourish out of the earth, and righteousness look down from heaven!"

GULIAN CROMMELIN VERPLANCK.

AMERICAN ENTERPRISE OLDER THAN INDE

PENDENCE.

(Address before Parliament, 1775.)

FOR some time past, Mr. Speaker, the Old World has been fed from the New. The scarcity which you have felt would have been a desolating famine, if this child of your old age, if America, with a true filial piety, with a Roman charity, had not put the full breast of its youthful exuberance to the mouth of its exhausted parent. Turning from the agricultural resources of the colonies, consider the wealth which they have drawn from the sea, by their fisheries. Pray, sir, what in the world is equal to it? Pass by the other parts, and look at the manner in which the people of New England have of late carried on the whale-fishery. Whilst we follow them among the tumbling mountains of ice, and behold them penetrating into the deepest frozen recesses of Hudson's Bay and Davis's Straits; whilst we are looking for them beneath the Arctic Circle, we hear that

they have pierced into the opposite region of Polar cold,-that they are at the Antipodes, and engaged under the frozen Ser pent of the South. Falkland Island, which seemed too remote and romantic an object for the grasp of national ambition, is but a stage and resting-place in the progress of their victorious industry.

Nor is the equinoctial heat more discouraging to them than the accumulated winter of both the Poles. We know that whilst some of them draw the line and strike the harpoon on the coast of Africa, others run the longitude and pursue their gigantic game along the coast of Brazil. No sea but what is vexed by their fisheries. No climate that is not witness to their toils. Neither the perseverance of Holland, nor the activity of France, nor the dexterity and firm sagacity of English enterprise, ever carried this most perilous mode of industry to the extent to which it has been pushed by this recent people; a people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not yet hardened into the bone of manhood.

When I contemplate these things; that the colonies owe little or nothing to any care of ours; that they are not squeezed into this happy form by the constraints of a watchful and suspicious government; but that, through a wise and salutary neglect, a generous nature has been suffered to take her own way to perfection, I feel all the pride of power sink and die away within me. My rigor relents! I pardon something to the spirit of liberty!

JOHN WILKES.

THE AMERICAN UNION A GEOGRAPHICAL

NECESSITY.

(Extract from Address at Randolph Macon College, Virginia, at Com

THE name

mencement, 1854.)

American," itself, is sufficient to inspire within the bosom of every one, who so proudly claims it, a holy zeal to preserve forever the endearing epithet. This Union must and will be preserved! Division is impossible! Mind has never conceived of the man equal to the task! Geographical lines can