And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, I served my king, he would not in mine age 5 Have left me naked to mine enemies. CROM. Good sir, have patience. WOL. So I have. Farewell The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. LXXVII. - THE DEAF MAN'S GRAVE. [WILLIAM WORDSWORTH was born at Cockermouth, in the county of Cum berland, England, April 7, 1770, and died April 23, 1850. His life was passed for the most part in that beautiful region of England where he was born, and with which so much of his poetry is inseparably associated. He made his first appearance as an author in 1793, by the publication of a thin quarto volume of poems, which did not attract much attention. Indeed, for many years his poetry made little impression on the general public, and that not of a favora ble kind. The "Edinburgh Review," the great authority in matters of literary taste-set its face against him; and Wordsworth's own style and manner were so peculiar, and so unlike those of the poetry which was popular at the time, that he was obliged to create the taste by which he himself wae judged. As time went on, his influence and popularity increased, and many years before his death he enjoyed a fame and consideration which in calmness and serenity resembled the unbiassed judgment of posterity. Wordsworth's popularity has never been of that comprehensive kind which Scott and Byron possessed. He had many intense admirers; but there were also many who were insensible to his claims, and many who admired him only with qualifications and limitations. He is often cold, languid, and prosaic. He is deficient in the power of presenting pictures. He often attempts to give poetical interest to themes which lie entirely out of the domain of poetry. He has no humor, and no sense of the ludicrous; and many of his poems are obnoxious to the attack of ridicule. But on the other hand, there are very great and enduring excellences. Among these are most careful precision and accuracy of diction, a minute acquaintance and deep sympathy with nature, power and tenderness in the expression of the domestic affections, a philosophical insight into the workings of the human soul, lofty dignity of sentiment, and in his best passages, a serene, imaginative grandeur akin to that of Milton. Wordsworth's character was pure and high. He was reserved in manner, and somewhat exclusive in his tastes and sympathies; but his friends were warmly attached to him. His domestic affections were strong and deep. His life has been published, since his decease, by his nephew, the Rev. Christopher Wordsworth, and republished in this country. In Coleridge's "Biog raphia Literaria," there is an admirable review of his poetical genius, in which praise is bestowed generously and discriminatingly, and defects are pointed out with a loving and reverent hand. The following extract is from the seventh book of "The Excursion," a descriptive and philosophical poem in twelve books.] 1 3 ALMOST at the root Of that tall pine, the shadow of whose bare Oft stretches towards me like a long straight path, From year to He grew up year in loneliness of soul; And this deep mountain valley was to him Soundless with all its streams. The bird of dawn Did never rouse this cottager from sleep With startling summons: not for his delight Were all things silent wheresoe'er he moved. Yet, by the solace of his own pure thoughts 5 6 All watchful and industrious as he was, He wrought not; neither field nor flock he owned: 4 Though born a younger brother, need was none Of rights to him; but he remained well pleased, An inmate of a second family, The fellow laborer and friend of him To whom the small inheritance had fallen. Nor deem that his mild presence was a weight Was never satiate. Their familiar voice, Even to old age, with unabated charm Beguiled his leisure hours; refreshed his thoughts; His introverted spirit; and bestowed Upon his life an outward dignity Which all acknowledged. The dark winter night, The stormy day, had each its own resource — Thus soothed at home, thus busy in the field, 7 8 No languor, peevishness, nor vain complaint: At length, when sixty years and five were told, The powers of nature; and a few short steps Of many tears, virtuous and thoughtful grief, And now that monumental stone preserves How long, and by what kindly outward aids, LXXVIII. — FEMALE EDUCATION. EVERETT. [From an address at the dedication of the Everett School House Boston, September 17, 1860.] THE School-house, whose dedication we are assembled to witness, is for the accommodation of a girls' school; and this circumstance seems to invite a few words on female educa tion. There is a good deal of discussion at the present day on the subject of Women's Rights. No one would be willing to allow that he wished to deprive them of their rights, and the only difficulty seems to be to settle what their 5 rights are. The citizens of Boston, acting by their municipal representatives, have long since undertaken to answer this question in a practical way (always better than a metaphysical solution of such questions), as far as a city government can do it, by admitting the right of the girls 10 to have, at the public expense, as good an education as the boys. It is not in the power of the city to amend our constitutions, if amendment it would be, so as to extend political privileges to the gentler sex, nor to alter the legislation which regulates the rights of property. But it was in the 15 power of the city to withhold or to grant equal privileges of education; and it has decided that the free grammar schools of Boston should be open alike to boys and girls. This seems to me not only a recognition, at the outset, of the most important of Women's Rights-equal partici20 pation in these institutions but the best guaranty that, if in anything else the sex is unjustly or unfairly dealt knowledged equality of woman in general intellectual endowments, though tending in either sex to an appropriate 25 development; with her admitted superiority to man in tact, sensibility, physical and moral endurance, quickness of perception, and power of accommodation to circumstances, give her for two or three generations equal advantages of mental culture, and the lords of creation, as you, Mr. 30 Chairman, have called them, will have to carry more guns than they do at present, to keep her out of the enjoyment of anything, which sound reasoning and fair experiment shall show to be of her rights. I have, however, strong doubts, whether, tried by this 35 test, the result would be a participation in the performance of the political duties which the experience of the human |