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And now, far removed from the loved situation,
The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
As fancy reverts to my father's plantation,

And sighs for the bucket which hangs in the well;
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket, which hangs in the well.

HENRY WARE, JR., 1793-1843.

HENRY WARE, Jr., the son of Rev. Henry Ware, D. D., the Hollis Professor of Divinity in Harvard College, was born in Hingham, Massachusetts, in 1793, and graduated at Harvard College, in 1812. Immediately on leaving college, he became an assistant teacher in Phillips' Exeter Academy; but all his leisure time he devoted to a preparation for the Christian ministry, the profession which had been his choice from his very youth. He completed his theological studies in 1816, and on the first day of the following year was ordained as pastor of the "Second Church," in Boston. After twelve years of labor in that situation, he was dismissed at his own request, and went to travel in Europe for a year, for the improvement of his health, which had been impaired by long-continued mental application. On his return, he` was elected "Parkman Professor of Pulpit Eloquence and Pastoral Theology," in Harvard University, which chair he continued to fill with great acceptance and ability till the summer of 1842, when his declining health obliged him to resign it, and retire into the country. He did not long survive his resignation, for he died on the 22d of September of the next year.

Dr. Ware's works, edited by Rev. Chandler Robins, have been published in Boston, in four volumes. They consist of essays, sermons, controversial tracts and memoirs, all showing a mind of chaste, Christian scholarship, and a heart full of love to God and love to man, and alive to every thing that pertains to the best good of the great human family. They also contain selections from his poetry; for Dr. Ware had the true poetic spirit, and fully appreciated the poet's elevated and elevating mission, as is beautifully shown in the following few lines on the connection between

SCIENCE AND POETRY.

Science and Poetry, recognizing, as they do, the order and the beauty of the universe, are alike handmaids of devotion. They have been, they may be, drawn away from her altar, but in their natural characters they are co-operators, and, like twin sisters, they walk hand in hand. Science tracks the footprints of the great creating power; poetry unveils the smile of the all-sustaining love. Science adores as a subject; poetry worships as a child. One teaches the law, and the other binds the soul to it in bands of beauty and love. They turn the universe into a temple, earth into an altar, the systems into fellow. worshippers, and eternity into one long day of contemplation and praise.

CHOOSING A PROFESSION.

In answering the question, "What is to be considered a living?" men immediately separate a thousand different ways, according to their previous habits of life, the society in which they have lived, their notions of worldly prosperity, their love of self-gratification, their ambition, and the numberless other things which go to make a man's idea of happiness. If men would cease to take counsel of these-if they could calmly look with the eye of sober reason on life and its purposes, on the earth and its means of gratification-it would be less difficult to decide this matter, and there would be less clashing than there is between this first obligation to make a worldly provision, and the subsequent obligations of a higher nature.

He who accounts it necessary, or most desirable, to become rich, who connects his ideas of happiness and honor with large possessions and the artificial consideration which is attached to wealth, errs in his first purpose, goes astray in the very first step, and multiplies the hazards of disappointment and chagrin. Yet perhaps there is no error more common-not the extravagant error of aiming at great wealth, as the object for which to live but the error of so setting one's desires on a more than competence; of so looking with contempt on the prospect of a merely comfortable existence, that the taste for simple and natural pleasure is lost, and the higher motives of virtue, usefulness, and truth lose their comparative estimation. Hence uneasy desires, restless discontent, dissatisfaction, repining and

envy at the more successful; hence, in a word, wretchedness, in a condition where a well-ordered mind could be full of gratitude. In a commercial community, like that in which we live, which is rushing onward in a tide of prosperity that astonishes while we gaze, and infatuates the mind of those who are engaged in the commotion-in such a community, especially, there is danger that the judgment be perverted, that the humbler but useful callings become distasteful, and multitudes of young men, to the peril of their innocence, at the risk of corruption and wretchedness, press into the crowded ranks of Mammon, and suffer themselves to forget there is any good but gold. It has been said by one who has long watched the commercial world in this country, that only one in seven of those who enter this walk succeed in it; that six in every seven fail-a dreadful proportion of blanks, considering the quantity of blasted hopes and blighted integrity, of broken hearts and ruined characters, which it involves. And yet, into this desperate struggle how eagerly are our young men rushing? With six chances of ruin to one of success, how many are leaving the less crowded, the more certain, the more quiet avocations of professional life, for which their higher education had fitted them and in which competence, with cultivated minds and useful occupations, would be far happier in the long run, and far more honorable, than this ambition to grow rich in business whilst letters are forgotten, philosophy is deserted, the acquisitions of intellect are thrown away, and the mind, that might have illumined society by its genius, confines its noble powers to the pitiful drudgery of barter, and the miserable cares of gain.

SEASONS OF PRAYER.

To prayer! to prayer!-for the morning breaks,
And earth in her Maker's smile awakes.
His light is on all, below and above-
The light of gladness, and life, and love.
Oh! then, on the breath of this early air,
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer.

To prayer!—for the glorious sun is gone,
And the gathering darkness of night comes on.
Like a curtain from God's kind hand it flows,
To shade the conch where his children repose.
Then kneel, while the watching stars are bright,
And give your last thoughts to the Guardian of night.

To prayer!-for the day that God has blest
Comes tranquilly on with its welcome rest.
It speaks of creation's early bloom,

It speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb.
Then summon the spirit's exalted powers,
And devote to Heaven the hallowed hours.

There are smiles and tears in the mother's eyes,
For her new-born infant beside her lies.
Oh! hour of bliss! when the heart o'erflows
With rapture a mother only knows:

Let it gush forth in words of fervent prayer;
Let it swell up to Heaven for her precious care.

There are smiles and tears in that gathering band,
Where the heart is pledged with the trembling hand.
What trying thoughts in her bosom swell,

As the bride bids parents and home farewell!
Kneel down by the side of the tearful fair,
And strengthen the perilous hour with prayer.
Kneel down by the dying sinner's side,
And pray for his soul, through him who died.
Large drops of anguish are thick on his brow:
Oh! what are earth and its pleasures now?
And what shall assuage his dark despair
But the penitent cry of humble prayer?
Kneel down at the couch of departing faith,
And hear the last words the believer saith.
He has bidden adieu to his earthly friends;
There is peace in his eye, that upward bends;

There is peace in his calm, confiding air;

For his last thoughts are God's-his last words, prayer.

The voice of prayer at the sable bier!

A voice to sustain, to soothe, and to cheer.

It commends the spirit to God who gave;

It lifts the thoughts from the cold, dark grave;

It points to the glory where he shall reign,
Who whispered, "Thy brother shall rise again."

The voice of prayer in the world of bliss!
But gladder, purer than rose from this.
The ransomed shout to their glorious King,
Where no sorrow shades the soul as they sing;
But a sinless and joyous song they raise,
And their voice of prayer is eternal praise.

Awake! awake! and gird up thy strength,
To join that holy band at length.

To Him, who unceasing love displays,

Whom the powers of nature unceasingly praise,
To Him thy heart and thy hours be given;
For a life of prayer is the life of heaven.

JOSEPH STORY, 1782-1845.

Tuis distinguished jurist and scholar was born in Marblehead, Mass., Sept. 18, 1782, and graduated at Harvard College, in 1798. He studied law under Judge Putnam, and established himself in the practice of it at Salem. He soon entered into political life, and was chosen a member of the Massachusetts Legislature in 1805. In 1809, he was chosen by the Democratic party a representative to Congress from Essex, South District. In 1811, he was appointed by President Madison a Judge of the Supreme Court of the United States, and then severed himself entirely from all political connections. In 1830, he was appointed Dane Professor in the Law School of Harvard University, on the munificent foundation of his friend, Hon. Nathan Dane, of Beverly; and he continued to discharge the duties of this office with great ability and success till the day of his death, which took place on the 10th of September, 1845.

For profound legal learning, acuteness of intellect, soundness of judgment, and general knowledge, Judge Story has had few, if any, superiors, in our country. As a teacher of Jurisprudence, he brought to the important duties of the Professor's chair, besides his exuberant learning, great patience, a natural delight in the great subjects which he expounded, a copious and persuasive eloquence, and a contagious enthusiasm, which filled his pupils with love for the law, and for the master who taught it so well.

As an author, Judge Story began his career early in life, by publishing an excellent edition of Abbott on the "Law of Shipping." Soon after his appointment to the Dane Professorship, he published his "Commentaries on the Constitution of the United States," in three volumes, octavo. These were followed by a succession of treatises on different branches of the law, the extent and excellence of which, with the vast amount of legal learning displayed in them, leave it a matter . of astonishment that they could be prepared, within the short space of twelve years, by a man who was all the while discharging, with great assiduity-the onerous duties of a Judge of the Supreme Court of the United States, and a Professor in the Law School of the University. But in his devotion to the science of the law, he did not forget the claims of literature and general scholarship; and his addresses on public occasions, his contributions to the "North American Review," and other miscellaneous writings, show a mind imbued with sound and varied learning.

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