If rivers are but seeking rest, Ev'n when they climb from ocean's breast To plant on earth the rose; If good for good is doubly bless'd; Oh, let the sever'd east and west In action find repose! Yes, let the wilderness rejoice, The voiceless champaign hear the voice That waste, and want, and war may cease! GRACE BEFORE MEAT. WE thank Thee, Lord, for this our food, GRACE AFTER MEAT. LORD, Thou hast given, oh, ever give EPITAPH ON A SKILFUL WORKMAN. No column's capital lies shatter'd here; Reader! a column's base demands thy tear. HE IS NOT HERE. I FOUND him in his sleep unending, I kiss'd his lips, long o'er him bending, Men bore him to the home of sleepers; Around him many were the weepers; I sought the place where he was sleeping, I knelt upon his grave-stone weeping, BEWARE OF DOGMAS. Two pilgrims, broiling in the sun, Did once to Glasgow come. Each had but twopence. James bought rum, With all his cash; and Charles a bun— Charles died of fever in a week! James lives and thrives, is stout and sleek, And keeps, abjuring rum and gin, A Temperance inn.* * While Temperance is practised by all freetraders, Teetotal is preached by almost every advocate of the monopolists. To the latter, anything but the right thing is the one thing needful. Their legislation prohibits hope; and as a rule, scarcely admitting an exception, it may be said that drunkenness is despair. I never met with a teetotalist who could fathom the profundity of their stock argument, "That strong liquors would not be drunk if nobody drank them;" nor with one who could give a good reason why alcohol should not be sold without license, as other poisons are. Few persons take aquafortis in excess; I am a waterdrinker because I find that alcohol is injurious to me; but I am not an interdicter of alcohol to those whom it blesses; and they are many! Even to me, after much toil, a chrystal of it, melted in a calm cup of rest, is a great blessing. WHO HATH A DEVIL? WRONGS, in themselves, are feeble weeds, For slaves make tyrants, and the seeds Weeds, tyrants know, wherever sown, Therefore they say, "Man, mind thy own, But God hath will'd that wretched man And help his brethren, if he can, Along their painful way; Nor fail to plant, as on he goes From humble door to door, LET ME REST. He does well who does his best: Is he weary? let him rest: I am weary-let me rest. After toiling oft in vain, |