But this is a trivial motive in comparison with others which should incite you to action. The world's applause, so tardy in coming. and so grudgingly given,is but a poor reward for a life of toil; but the self-consciousness that you are doing your whole duty, that you are improving every talent, and that you are thus fulfilling the noble ends for which you were endowed with immortal being this self conciousness of right and of progress towards perfection will thrill your soul with happiness. Cheerfulness will be the result of this happiness. There will be no anxious drudgery, for you will learn that the energetic will can shake off sorrow, too, as lightly as the feather that is "wafted downward From an eagle in his flight." Awake, oh dreamer! and let all the hours be spent in labor. Will not the scholar heed the maxim in which Goethe concentred the experience of a life-and such a life of great deeds, great thoughts and great associations, as has fallen to the lot of few men in the world's history. "The great difference between men is energy." Let it ring in your ears day and night: "The great difference between men is energy." Let it tir your inmost soul. Let it be seen that the great, the significant difference between yourself and other men, is energy. Thus may you accomplish sublime results, whose greatness Time cannot measure. CASEYVILLE, Kentucky, 1852. ANECDOTES OF MONKEYS. DURING a short stay on the Essequibo, a little monkey of the Jackowai Ris tribe, in return for some slight attention I had shown him, permitted me so far to gain his favor and confidence, that he was seldom away from my person; indeed, he treated me like ane mentioned by a distinguished traveller, which every morning seized on a pig belonging to a mission on the Orinoco, and rode on its back during the whole day, while it wandered about the savannahs in search of food. Nothing pleased him better than to perch on my shoulder, when he would encircle my neck with his long hairy tail, and accompany me in all my rambles. His tail formed no very agreeable neckcloth with the thermometer above one hundred degrees; but he seemed so disappointed when I refused to carry him, that it was impossible to leave him behind. In appearance he was particularly engaging-squirrel-like in form, with a light brown coat slightly tinged with yellow, and arms and legs of a reddish cast pleasingly contrasted with a pale face, and small black muzzle; the expressive and merry twinkle of his sparkling black eye, betokened fun, roguery and intelligence. The Jackowai Ris are a fierce race, and approach the carnivora in their habits and dispositions. One reason of our intimacy was the sameness of our pursuits-both being entomologists; but he was a far more indefatigable insect-hunter than myself. He would sit motionless for hours among the branches of a flowering shrub or tree, the resort of bees and butterflies, and suddenly seize them when they little expected danger. Timid in the presence of strangers, he would usu ally fly to the branches of a neighboring tree at their approach, uttering a plaintive cry, more resembling a bird than an animal. He was apt to be troublesome, even to me, unless I found him some amusement; this, fortunately, was not difficult, for his whole attention was soon engrossed by a flower or a leaf from my note-book, which he would industriously pull to pieces and throw on the surface of the water, earnestly watching the fragments with his quick black eye as they glided away. At other times, when sitting on my shoulder, he was an incessant plague, twitching the hairs from my head by twos and threes, filling my ears with fragments of plants and other rubbish, and taking a malicious plea sure in holding on by those members when the boat lurched, and he was in danger of falling. I think it was one of the same fam ily that Humboldt found capable of recog-him home; but the day before my departure nizing, as resemblances of their originals, he suddenly decamped. We were taking even uncolored zoological drawings; and our usual trip up the creek, and I was just would stretch out its hand to endeavor to thinking of returning, when on rounding a catch the bees and the grasshoppers. I was sharp bend in the tortuous channel, I perunable to test the sagacity of my little com-ceived two Jackowinkis sitting on a branch rade, as the only accessible work with en- about twenty yards distant, as yet unaware gravings was a copy of Schomburgk's of our vicinity, and from their chattering "Fishes of Guiaua," and when I showed him and grimaces seemingly engaged in some the plates he manifested no signs of a know- matrimonial squabble. Anxious to obtain a ledge of any of his fiuny compatriots; never, specimen for stuffing, I fired at one, which perhaps, having seen them. He was dread- proved to be the male, who dropped to the fully afraid of getting himself wet, particularly his hands and feet; in this respect showing a very different disposition to a large, long-haired, black monkey, belonging to a family settled a short distance from our residence. This animal-an object of the greatest terror to the little Jackowinki, from his having caught him one day and ducked him in the river-was one of the most tractable and docile I ever remember having met. He was in the habit of accompanying his master in all his fishing and shooting expeditions, taking his allotted seat in the canoe, and plying his small paddle for hours together, with the utmost gravity and composure; all the while keeping excellent time, and never being "out of stroke." Like his ground. When he saw his brother fall, he seemed instantly to understand that I was a murderer. He took immediate revenge. He sprang to my shoulder, tore a handful of hair from my head, and swiftly clambered away arecovered from surprise at this unexpected mong the overhanging branches. When I attack, he had paused in his flight, and with his face turned toward me was grinning, showing his sharp little teeth, and throwing down glances of fierceness and hate. In another instant he was pursuing the female, whose plaintive twitterings were distinctly audible, as she scampered away among the trees. In the course of time he no doubt managed to console the widow, and free A HUNDRED YEARS HENCE. companions, he would now and then dip the handle of his paddle in the water, to destroy the squeaking grate of the dry surface, and again would lean over the side and wash his hands. His domestic habits were perfectly human. The first thing every morning he cleansed his teeth by taking a mouthful of water, and using his finger as a tooth-brush; like the other members of the family, whom he also imitated in their daily bath in the river. Perhaps one, at least, of these peculiarities was not entirely imitative, as a credible authority (Captain Stedman, in his “Narrative of an Expedition to Surinam,") assures us that he once saw a monkey at the water's edge, rinsing his mouth and appearing to clean his teeth with his fingers. As for my little friend, I intended to bring cumulate, and fill up the mighty space which Ir strikes me as the most impressive of all sentiments, that "It will be the same a hundred years after this!" It is often uttered in the form of a proverb, and with the levity of a mind that is not aware of its importance. A hundred years after this !— Good heavens! with what speed and with what certainty will those hundred years soon come to their termination! This day will draw to a close, and a number of days make one revolution of the seasons. Year follows year, and a number of years make up a century. These intervals of time ac appears to fancy so big and immeasurable. nations, but his own spirit he could not subThe hundred years will come, and they will due. That arm that was mighty in the batsee the wreck of whole generations. Every tle, was powerless before the passions of his living thing that now moves on the earth, heart, for it could not reach them. While will disappear from it. The infant that weeping for a world upon which to display now hangs on its mother's bosom, will his valor, an invisible one was within himonly live in the remembrance of his grand- self, peopled with a race alien to his moral children. The scene of life and intelligence powers, that bade defiance to all the terrors that is now before me, will be changed into of their array. The sources of the nobler the dark and loathesome forms of corrup-aspirations of his being were stopped, and tion. The people who now hear me,will cease he was left subject to such feelings as rankle to be spoken of, their memory will perish from in the soul of the Demon. He was a slave the face of the country, their flesh will be to Depravity. He was a moral coward. devoured by worms; the dark and creeping Another name has had a place in song, things that live in the holes of the earth, and trembled on the lips of the orator as will feed upon their bodies: their coffins that of the hero. Was he such? While he will have mouldered away and their bones could direct the affairs of an empire, it rebe thrown up in the new made grave. And quired more than the forces of an empire to is this the consummation of all things? Is govern and keep his own soul in its proper this the final end and issue of man? Is place. In vain were his efforts put forth to there nothing beyond time and the grave to calm the conflicting emotions of his untualleviate the gloomy picture-to chase away tored passions. The mis-directed aspirathese dismal images? Must we sleep for- tions of his soul could only be compassed ever in the dust, and bid adieu to the light by the allied forces of a World. And they of Heaven.-Dr. Chalmers. could only perform the mighty task when Chance had hurled him from the dizzy height upon which he had been led by Ambition, and confined him within the limits of a desolate island. He feared not the terrors of war. He could calmly listen to its thunder, and gaze unmoved upon slaughtered armies, but he trembled when he heard the tumult of the war that was waged in his own soul He was not a hero! He was a coward and a slave! Though he feared not the gloom of the grave, he had not the courage to do right lest he should be arrayed before a darker gloom in his own bosom. His courage was diseased. He would spill the blood of his fellow-men against the commands of his God, to escape the upbraiding of self. For the Monthly Miscellany. BY J. L. MCCLOUD. TRUE Heroism is virtue reduced to practice. To be great is to be good; and to be good is to be virtuous; or, in other words, it is to check the growth of propensities whose tendency is to erase from the soul its traces of a moral nature, and to bring man down to a level with the brute. He deserves the fame of a hero, who, in all his intercourse with his God and his fellow-men, exercises a proper control over that arrangement of desires and feelings that fill the human heart. "He that ruleth his own spirit, is greater than he that taketh a city," says the wise man. The world was made desolate by a warrior, and it gave to him the fame of a hero. He compassed its borders, and all trembled in the grasp of his ambition. He could subdue He has the elements of true heroism who dares to do right ever, and to leave the issue with God, and, like the bard_of inspiration, "fear no evil, trusting in the rod and staff of Jehovah.” He must fear no sword save the sword of truth; he must tremble before no threatenings but those of God and his own con science. He must dare to stand up a MAN, only as the dream of a freed spirit. The fame of those who have opposed dangers, aiming only at the liberty of the body, may Then shall he, whose warfare has been waged in behalf of Right, stand erect before God and the assembled nations, bearing in his gift of an eternal reign with Christ, the evidences of true heroism. Go to that "Bourne whence no traveller returns," though the world frown upon him, or devils be arrayed against him, or hell be opening at his feet. His life must be a continual shine through time, and justly; but it will practice of the resolution to deny self, serve be lost in eternity, aye, swallowed up in the man and glorify God. There is a calmness blaze of the lustre that shall be shed from of soul that looks forth from the eye of such the memory of those whose sacrifice was for a man, that may be disturbed neither by the the eternal principle which is in man. fear of man or the future. His spirit quenches the fear of everything but the fear of God and the violation of right. It was such a spirit that gave character to the actions of the Savior of the World. It was such a spirit that buoyed up the members of his infant church, while the disturbed world was sending over them its waves of persecution. It was such a spirit that animated the souls of martyrs, and caused them to break out in strains of exultation while they felt the application of the engines of torture and of death. It was such a spirit that could transform into triumphal chariots, the very flames that were curling around their quivering flesh, while at the stake they felt the agonies of dissolving nature. This was Heroism. And he who possesses, and whose actions are marked by the spirit of the religion of Jesus Christ, has, in every sense, the elements of a true hero. and view there the soul that is red with the blood of murdered nations. It finds no place where to escape the withering glance of the Eternal. View there the calm spirit of a Judson, as on seraph wing it approaches the feet of Jesus, followed by ten thousand trophies of his victorious march through the realms of heathen darkness. Which is the hero now? The one, while on earth, opened the grave, and put there a million unprepared to meet the scenes of eternity. The other spent a life in making smooth the path that led to Heaven. Mark the contrast of their course while on earth. The one left in his trail, blackened fields, burning towns, orphan children, phrensied mothers, blood and famine; the other created among men one general interest, bound their hearts into one great heart, and sent thrilling through it the eternal principles of Love and Fidelity. Deep emotions move the American at the recital of incidents which display the valor of those who were engaged in the Revolution. And he should be moved at each recurrence of the scenes of '76. To him, that is a bright page upon which is recorded the history of those struggles. Deeds are upon Such spirits are called for by this age, that page, whose lustre shall be glorious un- the morals of which are made desolate by til the end of time. Names are there that the reign of vice. The East, the West, the are also engraven upon the heart of every North and the South, send a pleading voice American, who is worthy of his country, on every gale, declaring that mind is strug that shall never be erased from those hearts gling to be freed from the grasp of Error, so long as they shall be warmed by the and the tyranny of Passion. We hear, too, flow of life. But a period shall come when the voice of mind, in consumptive tones, dethe benefits resulting from those conquests, claring that the issue of its struggles is yet glorious as they were, shall cease. liberty that was purchased at the price of cankerings of false doctrines, and the scour That in uncertainty. It is groaning under the blood and of scars, reaches not into eternity ges of wicked institutions. Moral desola-it must be forgotten in the grave, or, if tions are visible in every quarter. Hell emembered at all, it shall be remembered seems to have unloosed the Angel of Dark ness, and to have sent him forth to plant one foot upon the land, and the other upon the sea, thus to scatter ruinous influences over each continent and every island. To those, then, who profess to be engaged in a warfare against the powers of darkness, there are glorious prospects. An enemy worthy the exercise of their arms is in the field.— "The spirits of martyrs, with angel voices, are calling to them from on high, with words of encouragement. Filled with rapture and crowned with splendor, the divine messages are flying from sphere to sphere, making anthems with the harmony of the future, wooing them on to those conflicts in which it should be their chief joy, as it is their highest privilege to engage. The angel of Justice, and the angel of Mercy, will fight with those who go forth armed to re-establish among men the empire of righteousness, and the reign of love." Many may fall in the strife. Many will fall. Some shall expire upon the field of battle at home, others abroad, while invading the province of Heathenism. But the remembrance and influence of each shall remain upon earth like a "ray of the glory of God," while their spirits in heaven, shall hold sweet communion for evermore, with! the spirits of those whom their valor has rescued from the eternal condemnation. Then stand up MEN upon the field, The blood of Error must be spilled, dent, was in the act of slipping out unper ceived, when a voice was heard "Dr. Clark is about to leave the confer ence, Mr. President.” Clark." Dr. C.-"I must sir." President-"You must not, Dr. Clark." Dr. C.-"I will, sir. You state, sir, that we are not to tell our wives the subject that is about to be brought forward; I want to hear nothing that I cannot tell my wife; I tell her everything. Those who have talkative wives may refrain from telling them ;but mine is not such; what is deposited with her is kept safely." President-"Very good, doctor; you may stop, as your wife can keep a secret." A REMARKABLE MAN. At a temperance meeting held, not long since, in Alabama, Col. Lemanousky, who had been twenty-three years a soldier in the armies of Napoleon Bonaparte, addressed the meeting. He arose before the audience, tall, erect and vigorous with a glow of health upon his check, and said: "You see before you a man 70 years of age. I have fought 200 battles, have 14 wounds on my body, have lived 30 days on horseflesh, with the bark of trees for my bread, snow and ice for my drink, the canopy of heaven for my covering, without stockings or shoes on my feet, and with only rags for my clothing. In the desert of Egypt I have marched five days with a burning sun upon my naked head, feet blistered in the scorching sand, and with eyes, nostrils and mouth filled with dust and with a thirst so tormenting that I have opened the veins of my arms and sucked my own blood! Do you ask how I could have survived all thes horrors? I answer, that under the providence of God, I owe my preservation, my health and vigor, to this fact, that I never Ar a Conference, once, a subject was drank a drop of spirituous liquor in my life; about to be introduced, which the preachers and Baron Larry, chief of the Medical Staff were not to disclose even to their wives. of the French army, has stated it as a fact, Dr. Clark, who was seated in one of the that the 6000 survivors who safely returned front seats on the floor of the chapel, par- from Egypt, were all of them men who ab tially sheltered from the eye of the Presi&tained from the use of ardent spirits." And Darkness must be scattered, DR. CLARK AND HIS WIFE. |