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this vast and inconceivably magnificent and august apparatus is attached, and around which it is continually revolving. Oh! what a spectacle for the cherubim and seraphim, and the spirits of the just made perfect, who dwell on the right hand of that throne, if, as may be, and probably is, the case, their eyes are permitted to pierce through the whole, and take in, at one glance, all its order, beauty, sublimity and glory, and their ears to distinguish that celestial harmony, unheard by us, in which those vast globes, as they roll on in their respeetive orbits, continually hymn their great Creator's praise!"
With what a stately and majestic step
Slumber and wake, thy ceaseless march proceeds.
Ages have rolled their course, and time grown gray;
Ι Undimmed, unquenched, -just as I see it now, Has issued from those dazzling points, through years That
back far into eternity.
eye, Left their fair fountain twice three years ago. While those winged particles, whose speed outstrips
The flight of thought, were on their way, the earth
And these are suns !- vast, central, living fires, Lords of dependent systems, kings of worlds That wait as satellites upon their power, And flourish in their smile. Awake, my soul, And meditate the wonder! Countless suns Blaze round thee, leading forth their countless worlds ! Worlds, in whose bosoms living things rejoice, And drink the bliss of being from the fount Of all-pervading Love.
Tell me, ye splendid orbs, as, from your throne, Ye mark the rolling provinces that own Your sway - What beings fill those bright abodes? How formed, how gifted? what their powers, their state, Their happiness, their wisdom? Do they bear The stamp of human nature ? Or has God Peopled those purer realms with lovelier forms And more celestial minds?
Open your lips, ye wonderful and fair ! Speak! speak! the mysteries of those living worlds Unfold !
THE TWENTY-SECOND OF DECEMBER.
Wild was the day; the wintry sea
Moaned sadly o.. New-England's strand, When first, the thoughtful and the free,
Our fathers, irod the desert land.
They little thought how pure a light,
With years, should gather round that day; How love should keep their memories bright,
How wide a realm their sons should sway. Green are their bays; but greener still
Shall round their spreading fame be wreathed, And regions, now untrod, shall thrill
With reverence when their names are breathed.
Till where the sun, with softer fires,
Looks on the vast Pacific's sleep, The children of the pilgrim sires
This hallowed day like us shall keep.
If Christianity may be said to have given a permanent elevation to woman, as an intellectual and moral being, it is as true that the present age, above all others, has given play to her genius, and taught us to reverence' its influence. It was the fashion of other times to treat the literary acquirements of the sex as starched pedantry, or vain pretension; to stigmatize them as inconsistent with those domestic affections and virtues which constitute the charm of society. We had abundant homilies read
their amiable weaknesses and sentimental delicacy, upon their timid gentleness and submissive dependence; as if to taste the fruit of knowledge were a deadly sin, and ignorance were the sole guardian of innocence.
16 Most women had no character at all, beyond that of purity and devotion to their families. Admirable as are these qualities, it seemed an abuse of the gifts of Providence to deny to mothers the power of instructing their children, to wives the privilege of sharing the intellectual pursuits of their husbands, to sisters and daughters the delight of ministering knowledge in the fireside circle, to youth and beauty the charm of refined sense, to age and infirmity the consolation of studies, which elevate the soul, and gladden the listless hours of despondency.
These things have, in a great measure, passed away, The prejudices which dishonored the sex, have yielded