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are civil honors the only ones worth aspiring to? It seems to me that the young men of competent abilities among us, who aim at distinction, those certainly who have leisure and property, might quite as securely seek it in the retired and quiet walks of science and literature, as in the bustling and dusty paths of political life. Are the names of Newton and Milton less eminent than those of Chatham and Fox? Do they not stir the spirit as soon? ay, even as soon as those of Marlborough and Wellington? Are Cuvier and La Place names less likely to live than those of the statesmen and marshals of France? Which are the two greatest names in our own annals, the best known and the most honored the world over? First, Washington; then Franklin; and the latter chiefly as a philosopher, from his attainments and discoveries in science.

The example and success of Dr. Bowditch are full of incitement and encouragement to our young men in this particular, and should especially stimulate those who have leisure and fortune to do something to enable our country to take a respectable place in science and letters among the other nations of the earth; so that the stigma shall not adhere to us of being a race of unlettered republicans. Let them look, too, at more than one recent and successful attempt among us in the department of history.* How much may they not

* Mr. Prescott's "History of Ferdinand and Isabella, the Catholic, of Spain," already alluded to, and Mr. George Bancroft's "History of the

accomplish? And into what pleasant fields will they not be led? Into the various departments of natural history, the different walks of exact science, the rich and instructive annals of our own country, and the delightful province of general literature and philosophy. Let them labor in this field, which will reward all their efforts, instead of delving in a stony and sterile soil.*

Let it not be said that I am wandering from my appropriate province in these remarks. I do not thus

United States." These are very important and honorable contributions to the growing literature of our country; and we rejoice that we can claim them as the works of Massachusetts men and sons of our venerable University. Dr. Bowditch had read them both through, and admired them both, and spoke with great delight of the chapter on the Quakers, in the last-mentioned work. But does not Mr. Bancroft, in this chapter, run a little into exaggeration? He is so full of enthusiasm on the subject, that he seems to adopt the views and feelings he describes, and, for the nonce, to be a very Quaker himself. This enthusiasm in behalf of an injured sect is generous and delightful. Yet there are two sides to that Quaker question in America; and a young friend of mine, fully competent for the task from the perseverance and accuracy of his investigations, is about to give us the other side. The ancient Quakers, with all their meekness, were the most foul-mouthed of controversialists. Even Roger Williams, the father of religious toleration, could not endure their outrages and indecencies; and although he would not suffer the civil magistrate to trouble them, yet he did not spare them the galling chastisement of the tongue and pen.-See his book entitled "George Fox Digged out of his Burrows," and Knowles's "Memoir of Roger Williams," p. 384, 5. *"The mind," says Bishop Hall in his Epistle on 'The Pleasure of Study and Contemplation,' "the mind only, that honorable and divine part, is fittest to be employed of those who would reach to the highest perfection of men, and be more than the most. And what work is there of the mind but the trade of a scholar-study?"

narrow the circle of my professional duties. I feel that I am discharging my duty as a Christian minister, if, by any thing I can say, I can induce a young man to cultivate the high powers which God has given him, and devote them to the increase of knowledge, thereby enriching his own mind, and at the same time fostering a healthy spirit and diffusing a wholesome taste through the community.* I have no fear that the path of politics will be deserted, or that the republic will suffer detriment from the absence of candidates for its offices and emoluments. Alas! these will always be too attractive; and what we chiefly need is some counteracting influence, some striking example, like that of Dr. Bowditch, to convince our young men that political life is not the only road to eminence, nor the only adequate and honorable sphere for the exercise and display of their talents. For affording us this evidence, his memory deserves to be honored, and his name to be held in everlasting remembrance.

Dr. Bowditch was a remarkably domestic man. His affections clustered around his own fireside, and found

"If the invention of the ship," says Lord Bacon, was thought so noble, which carrieth riches and commodities from place to place, and consociateth the most remote regions in participation of their fruits, how much more are letters to be magnified, which, as ships, pass through the vast seas of time, and make ages so distant participate of the wisdom, illuminations and inventions, the one of the other."

"The ink of the doctors and the blood of the martyrs" says another, "are of equal price."

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their most delightful exercise in his "family of love," as he called it in almost his last moments. His attachment to home and to its calm and simple pleasures was, indeed, one of the most beautiful traits in his character, and one which his children and friends will look back upon with the greatest satisfaction. As Sir Thomas More says of himself, "he devoted the little time which he could spare from his avocations abroad to his family, and spent it in little innocent and endearing conversations with his wife and children; which, though some might think them trifling amusements, he placed among the necessary duties and business of life; it being incumbent on every one to make himself as agreeable as possible to those whom nature has made, or he himself has singled out for, his companions in life."*

His time was divided between his office and his house; and that must have been a strong attraction, indeed, that could draw him into company.

When at

* "Dum foris totum ferme diem aliis impertior, reliquum meis, relinquo mihi, hoc est literis, nihil. Nempe, reverso domum, cum uxore fabulandum est, garriendum cum liberis, colloquendum cum ministris. Quæ ego omnia inter negotia numero, quando fieri necesse est, (necesse est autem nisi velis esse domi tuæ peregrinus), et danda omnino opera est, ut quos vitæ tuæ comites aut natura providit, aut fecit casus, aut ipse delegisti, his ut te quam jucundissimum compares."-Preface to the Utopia.

If any one would know "how a day should be spent," let him read Bishop Hall's delightful Epistle on that subject. Among other excellent things, he says, "Sweet is the destiny of all trades, whether of the brows, or of the mind. God never allowed any man to do nothing. How miserable is the condition of those men, which spend the time as if it

home, his time was spent in his library, which he loved to have considered as the family parlor. rising, in winter two hours before the

By very early light, "long ere

the sound of any bell awoke men to labor or to devotion," and "in summer," like Milton, "as oft with the bird that first rises or not much tardier," he was enabled to accomplish much before others were stirring. "To these morning studies," he used to say, "I am indebted for all my mathematics."* After taking his evening walk he was again always to be found in the library, pursuing the same attractive studies, but ready and glad, at the entrance of any .visiter, to throw aside his book, unbend his mind, and indulge in all the gayeties of a lighthearted conversation.†

were given them, and not lent; as if hours were waste creatures, and such as never should be accounted for; as if God would take this for a good bill of reckoning: Item, spent upon my pleasures forty years! These men shall once find, that no blood can privilege idleness, and that nothing is more precious to God than that which they desire to cast away-time."

He might literally apply to himself the apology of the great Roman orator, "Quare quis tandem me reprehendat, aut quis mihi jure succenseat, si quantum cæteris ad suas res obeundas, quantum ad festos dies ludorum celebrandos, quantum ad alias voluptates, et ad ipsam requiem animi et corporis conceditur temporis; quantum alii tribuunt tempestivis conviviis; quantum denique aleæ, quantum pilæ; tantum mihi egomet ad hæc studia recolenda sumpsero?"

+ "Before my meals and after," says Bishop Hall, in the Epistle just referred to, "I let myself loose from all thoughts, and now would forget that I had ever studied. Company, discourse, recreations, are now seasonable and welcome. After my latter meal, my thoughts are slight. And now the evening is come, no tradesman doth more carefully take in

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