For, I away, how oft in this rough world And thou How will the world's wild discord reach thy heart Of all things base and mean,-thy quick, keen taste, In their young, timid souls, forgiveness find? Ah, take them first, my Father, and then me! And for their sakes, for their sweet sakes, my Father, Let me find rest beside them, at thy feet! LABORARE EST ORARE. Pause not to dream of the future before us: Unintermitting, goes up into heaven! Never the ocean-wave falters in flowing; More and more richly the Roseheart keeps glowing, "Labor is worship!"-the robin is singing; Speaks to thy soul from out nature's great heart. From the dark cloud flows the life-giving shower; From the rough sod blows the soft-breathing flower; From the small insect, the rich coral bower; Only man, in the plan, shrinks from his part. Labor is life!-'Tis the still water faileth; Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth! Play the sweet keys, wouldst thou keep them in tune! Labor is rest,-from the sorrows that greet us; Labor is health,-lo! the husbandman reaping, Temple and statue the marble block hides. Droop not, though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee! Rest not content in thy darkness, -a clod! Work-for some good, be it ever so slowly; Labor-all labor is noble and holy: Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God. WILLIAM H. BURLEIGH. WILLIAM HENRY BURLEIGH was born in Woodstock, Connecticut, on the 2d of February, 1812. In his infancy his parents removed to Plainfield, where his father was principal of an academy until from loss of sight he was compelled to resign his charge. He then retired to a farm, so that the son passed the principal years of his boyhood in agricultural labors, with no other means of educa tion than those which a district school afforded, till he reached his seventeenth year, when he was apprenticed to the printing-business. Since that period, his life has been singularly varied, his time having been divided between the duties of a printer and editor, and a public lecturer. He conducted at one time " The Literary Journal," published at Schenectady. Afterwards, for more than two years, he edited "The Christian Witness," at Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, and re signed it to take charge of "The Washington Banner," published at Alleghany, opposite to Pittsburg. A volume of his poems appeared in Philadelphia in 1840. THE TIMES. Inaction now is crime. The old earth reels In worship foul to Mammon, is contemn'd. Revered as law; and he whose righteous way THE PILGRIM FATHERS. Bold men were they, and true, that pilgrim band, Amid the ancient forests of a land Wild, gloomy, vast, magnificently grand! Friends, country, hallow'd homes they left, to we Tireless in zeal, devotion, labor, hope; Constant in faith; in justice how severe ! JUNE. June, with its roses,-June! The gladdest month of our capricious year, Of the bright leaping waters, as they pass Earth, at her joyous coming, While myriad voices, humming Their welcome song, breathe dreamy music round The overarching sky As if the light of heaven were melting through Hiding the sunshine in their vapory breast, Pour'd by the birds, as o'er their callow young Music heart-born, like that which mothers sing On the warm hill-side, where The sunlight lingers latest, through the grass Crushing the gather'd fruit in playful mood, The truant schoolboy looks with longing eyes, The farmer, in his field, Draws the rich mould around the tender maize; An ample harvest, and around his hearth Poised on his rainbow-wing, Born for the sunshine and the summer-day, These are thy pictures, June! Brightest of summer-months,-thou month of flowers! First-born of beauty, whose swift-footed hours Dance to the merry tune Of birds, and waters, and the pleasant shout I feel it were not wrong To deem thou art a type of heaven's clime, The flowers-air-beauty-music-all are thine, HARRIET BEECHER STOWE. HARRIET ELIZABETH BEECHER, daughter of Rev. Lyman Beecher, D.D., was born at Litchfield, Connecticut, on the 14th of June, 1812. She was educated at her sister Catharine's school in Hartford, and in the autumn of 1832 removed with her father to Cincinnati, Ohio. Her first publication was the story of Uncle Lot, printed with a different title in Judge Hall's " 'Monthly Magazine," at Cincinnati, in 1833; in which year also she was married to Rev. Calvin E. Stowe, at that time Professor of Languages and Biblical Literature in Lane Theological Seminary. During her residence in Cincinnati, she became deeply interested in the question of slavery, from seeing many fugitives from the Slave States and hearing from them their tales of suffering. From the date of her first publication, she became a frequent and popular writer in the various periodicals in Cincinnati, Philadelphia, New York, and Boston. In 1849, a collection of her pieces was published by the Harpers, entitled The May Flower, which was much enlarged in a new edition published in 1855,-a collection of tales and essays hardly equalled for ease and naturalness of description, touching narrative, and elevating moral tone. In 1850, Professor Stowe was called to Brunswick College, Maine, and removed thither with his family. The passage of the Fugitive Slave Bill in that year excited Mrs. Stowe to write Uncle Tom's Cabin, or Life among the Lowly, which she wrote with almost miraculous rapidity, under a constant pressure of school and family cares, and frail health,-enough of themselves to tax the most vigorous intellect to its utmost. This was published in numbers every week, in the “National Era,” at Washington; and in 1852 it appeared in book-form from the press of John P. Jewett & Co., of Boston. Its success was wonderful,-such as no other book has ever met with. And richly did it deserve it; for, independent of its being one of the most powerful blows ever aimed at slavery, as well as of its high and pure tone of Christian morality, and its truthfulness throughout to God and humanity, it exhibits such a knowledge of human nature, such powers of description, such heart-stirring pathos, and such richness and beauty of thought and language, as to make it the most remarkable book published in our country. In 1852, Professor Stowe was called to the chair of Biblical Literature in An "By the end of November, 1852, 150,000 copies had been sold in America; and in September of that year the London publishers furnished to one house 10,000 copies per day for about four weeks. We cannot follow it beyond 1852, but at that time more than a million of copies had been sold in England,-probably ten times as many as have been sold of any other work, except the Bible and Prayer-Book. In France, Uncle Tom still covers the shop-windows of the Boulevards, and one publisher alone, Eustace Basba, has sent out five different editions in different forms. Before the end of 1852 it had been translated into Italian, Spanish, Danish, Swedish, Dutch, Flemish, German, Polish, and Magyar. There are two different Dutch translations, and twelve different German ones; and the Italian translation enjoys the honor of the Pope's probibition. It has been dramatized in twenty different forms, and acted in every capital in Europe and in the free States of America."-Edinburgh Review, April, 1855. |