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race, in all ages, has nearly confined to the coarser sex. I do not rest this opinion solely on the fact that those duties do not seem congenial with the superior delicacy of

woman, or compatible with the occupations which nature 5 assigns to her in the domestic sphere. I think it would

be found, on trial, that nothing would be gained, nothing changed for the better, by putting the sexes on the same footing, with respect, for instance, to the right of suffrage.

Whether the wives and sisters agreed with the husbands 10 and brothers, or differed from them, as this agreement or

difference would, in the long run, exist equally in all parties, the result would be the same as at present. So too, whether the wife or the husband had the stronger will, and

15 on all sides, the result would not be affected. So that it

would be likely to turn out that the present arrangement, by which the men do the electioneering and the voting for both sexes, is a species of representation, which, leaving

results unchanged, promotes the convenience of all, and 20 does injustice to none.

Meantime, for all the great desirable objects of life, the possession of equal advantages for the improvement of the mind is of vastly greater importance than the participation

of political power. There are, humanly speaking, three 25 great objects of pursuit on earth, — well-being or happi

ness for ourselves and families; influence and control over others; and a good name with our fellow-men, while we live and when we are gone. Who needs be told that, in

the present state of the world, a good education is not 30 indeed a sure, but by far the most likely means of attain

ing all the ends which constitute material prosperity, competence, position, establishment in life; and that it also opens the purest sources of enjoyment ?

The happiest condition of human existence is unques 35 tionably to be found in the domestic circle of what may be

called the middle condition of life, in a family harmoniously united in the cultivation and enjoyment of the innocent and rational pleasures of literature, art, and refined intercourse, equally removed from the grandeurs and the

straits of society. These innocent and rational pleasures, 5 and this solid happiness, are made equally accessible to both sexes by our admirable school system.

Then for influence over others, as it depends much more on personal qualities than on official prerogative, equality

of education furnishes the amplest means of equal ascen10 dency. It is the mental and moral forces, not political

power, which mainly govern the world. It is but a few years since the three greatest powers in Europe, two on one side and one on the other, engaged in a deadly struggle

with each other to decide the fate of the Turkish empire; 15 three Christian powers straining every nerve, the one to

overthrow, the two others to uphold the once great and formidable, but now decaying and effete Mahommedan des potism of Western Asia.

Not less than half a million of men were concentrated 20 in the Crimea, and all the military talent of the age was

called forth in the contest. And who, as far as individuals were concerned, bore off the acknowledged palm of energy, usefulness, and real power in that tremendous contest ?

Not emperors and kings, not generals, admirals, or engi25 neers, launching from impregnable fortresses and blazing

intrenchments the three-bolted thunders of war. No, but an English girl, bred up in the privacy of domestic life, and appearing on that dread stage of human action and

suffering, in no higher character than that of a nurse ! 30 And then for fame, to which, by a natural instinct, the

ingenuous soul aspires :

“ The spur, which the clear spirit doth raise,
(The last infirmity of noble minds,)
To scorn delights and live laborious days — "

need I say that the surest path to a reputation, for the mass of mankind, is by intellectual improvement; and that in this respect, therefore, our school system places the sexes on an equality ?

LXXIX. — THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE.

WOLFE. (CHARLES WOLFE was born in Dublin, Ireland, December 14, 1791, and died February 21, 1823. He was a clergyman of the established church. His “ Remains,” consisting of sermons, fragments, and poems, were published after his death, with a memoir.

Sir John Moore was killed at Corunna, in Spain, in a battle between the French and English, January 16, 1809. He was wrapped in his military cloak, and buried by torch-light in a hasty grave on the ramparts of the town, A monument has since been erected upon the spot.) 1 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,

As his corse to the rampart we hurried;
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot

O’er the grave where our hero we buried.

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We buried him darkly at dead of night,

The sods with our bayonets turning ;
By the struggling moon-beam's misty light,

And the lantern dimly burning.

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No useless coffin enclosed his breast,

Nor in sheet, nor in shroud, we wound him;
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,

With bis martial cloak around him.

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Few, and short were the prayers we said ;

And we spoke not a word of sorrow;
But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead ;

And we bitterly thought of the morrow.

Ő We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed,

And smoothed down his lonely pillow,
That the foe, and the stranger would tread o'er his head,

And we far away on the billow.

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Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone,

And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him;
But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on

In the grave where a Briton has laid him.

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But half of our heavy task was done,

When the clock struck the hour for retiring;
And we heard the distant and random gun

That the foe was sullenly firing.

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Slowly and sadly we laid him down,

From the field of his fame fresh and gory:
We carved not a line, - we raised not a stone,

But we left him alone with his glory.

LXXX. — THE LAUNCHING OF THE SHIP.

LONGFELLOW,
1 All is finished, and at length

Has come the bridal day
Of beauty and of strength.
To-day the vessel shall be launched !
With fleecy clouds the sky is blanched,
And o'er the bay,
Slowly, in all his splendors dight,
The great sun rises to behold the sight

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The ocean old,
Centuries old,
Strong as youth, and as uncontrolled,
Paces restless to and fro,
Up and down the sands of gold,
His beating heart is not at rest;

And far and wide
With ceaseless flow
His beard of snow
Heaves with the heaving of his breast.

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He waits impatient for his bride.
There she stands,
With her foot upon the sands,
Decked with flags and streamers gay,
In honor of her marriage-day,
Her snow-white signals fluttering, blending,
Round her like a veil descending,
Ready to be
The bride of the gray old sea.

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Then the Master,
With a gesture of command,
Waved his hand;
And at the word,
Loud and sudden there was heard,
All around them and below,
The sound of hammers, blow on blow,
Knocking away the shores and spurs.
And see! she stirs !
She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel
The thrill of life along her keel,
And, spurning with her foot the ground,
With one exulting, joyous bound,
She leaps into the ocean's arms.

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And lo! from the assembled crowd
There rose a shout, prolonged and loud,
That to the ocean seemed to say,
“ Take her, O bridegroom, old and gray;
Take her to thy protecting arms,
With all her youth and all her charms."

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