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same powerful tyrant reigned, though in a more extended sense, over men's hearts.

They caused the earth to glow with thei riches and labors, at the same time it groaned under the weight of depravity and power. But they, with all their monuments of skill and grandeur-with their fame and exploits sunk in the remorseless deep, leaving not a memorial behind of their former greatness and glory.

This was the grand principle of the Christian revolution. It was to fit man for Heaven. To accomplish this, it was to bring his mind into contact only with "those objects that are worthy of its noble powers, and the dignity of its immortal state-to lift the soul itself into a purer and better atmosphere, and to impress upon it the living image of moral beauty."

Again our muse directs our attention to the lofty battlements of imperial Rome.We behold her standing in all her august majesty and splendor, the pride and glory of the world, the loved retreat of the muses, the habitation of science, of sculpture, of ar

A new race, of an entirely different character, soon sprang up, and again peopled the earth, which promised, for a short time, peace and prosperity. But again on another principle, that supreme of all tyrants, extended his regal sway over man's heart.-chitecture, and painting. We watch her as This principle was the Genius of War.

He demolished the foundations of the most stately fabrics, plundered villages, laid low the most splendid cities, and filled the streets of every place with slaughter and blood. A dark cloud of ignorance and vice, superstition and heathenism enveloped the world. The principles of true religion, which had been preserved by the descendants of Noah, were lost amid the darkness and barbarity of this period of war.

she conquers the earth with her sword, and sways it by her sceptre. How grand is her station, how exalted her feelings, how mighty her power! We gaze upon her with mingled emotions of wonder and delight. But we turn around as if to invite a friend to gaze upon the spectacle, and we look again. The unutterable splendors have faded, the lofty battlements have toppled down, and nothing is left but a sombre tract of deepening shadows. Its beauty has departed—its

We may lament, with the lovers of the arts and the friends of literatre, the fall of this once proud and magnificent empire.

Next the shepherds, on the plains of Beth-glory has vanished! lehem, saw a star rising in the east, and watched its mild and benignant course. As the trumpets of angels sounded on their ears, it declared to them the coming of a Being, "at whose name tyrants trembled, and conquerors fled away."

We may sigh to think she could not have been spared, to be the pride and ornament of creation, but then there is a higher interest which should fill the soul-an interest which embraces all the rights of man.

Although Rome has fallen, we can trace in her fall the first great step toward the march of freedom. The same power which worked out other great events, wrought out this. That power is the tendency of the human mind to moral and intellectual improvement. But in the history of the world an empire is but a bubble. It is raised up by toil and trouble-it rises on the ruins of other institutions, and then it becomes itself the sport of passions and prejudices. Its

The introduction of Christianity was indeed a most glorious revolution. It came forth with a firm and intrepid step amidst a world of blood, to battle with men's prejudices and passions--to dispel the heavy clouds which surrounded them, and to teach them the most useful of all lessons-the art of governing themselves. It bade man rise up in all his original strength--to cultivate and beautify his soul-to remove the strong fetters of tyranny which bound his noble nature-to shake off the ignorance and vice of his fellow man-to be free in heart, pure and holy in conscience, that he might be foundations become weakened, and are prepared for another, more glorious and eter- quickly dissolved. It finally sinks in a delal state of existence. uge of blood.

As we gaze upon the place where Rome above all, free to worship God. The Bible once stood, a melancholy ruin is all that was proclaimed by all, the Magna Charta of meets our view; and we are led to inquire, the new race. But their foes ever at enmity was the great purpose of this once beautiful with freedom, pursued them here. Her arm, city accomplished when it rose and fell?- however, was now too strong. Freedom had Was it erected merely to be overthrown?- now a home and with patriotism on her There is a chain by which all great events side, she rose higher and higher, until she are connected. We can trace it in the over- could at last settle the great problem that throw of Rome. We behold it in the dawn- man might be free. The contest is now ening light of Christianity. We find that there ded, and man is free. Truly may we exis not a principle, that has ever operated up- claim, earth's proudest conqueror is Washon the mind of man, which does not yet ington. live, either in the good or evil influences of life. Rome, with all her race, passed away; but it was to leave space for new principles and better things. As long, therefore,

as there is a tie which binds one nation or

kindred to another, so long there is, and ever will be, a link which binds that link to

us.

But we pass along. The sixteenth century dawned upon the world. Another great reformer of the rights and principles of men, came forth to battle, not arrayed with sword and helmet, but with the pure robes of religion and morality. He dashed asunder the dungeon doors with which Christianity was confined, untied her palsied arm, unsealed her sacred books, and tore off the garment of sackcloth, which concealed the beauty and orignal splendor of her form. Well may the name of Luther shine bright in the pages of sacred history, and not less in the annals of the world. Truly may he be called "the benefactor of the human race."

But the end has not yet come. The great lesson that all men are free and equal, endowed with equal rights and privileges, although all past revolutions have been gressing toward it, is not as yet victorious Mighty as has been the struggle for freedom, the greatest battle is yet to come.

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We behold upon the very verge of this contest, as if in anxious expectation of another great event, a new world to be discovered unpolluted by the foot-prints of tyranny, despotisin and power.

But he alas! with his firm and heroic

band, has passed away. Their names and memories yet live in the hearts of all, and are written in golden letters in the history of the new world. As we behold our indebtness to our fathers, we should also know that they were not alone. They were not the sole champions of freedom; they were but the associates of other great souls, whose praise and fame should be associated with theirs. And as freedom has been striving for ages, so shall it endure perpetually, and at length rise upward in a bright and unclouded path to the very end of time.

Our muse has vanished, leaving us to our own reflections. We have viewed the past with the great conflicts that have existed between nation and nation, from the time that power established its reign, down to the last glorious result. We have traveled from the old world to the new, and we find the same manifestation of principles, the same power acting upon man. But we have seen that in the end, right will prevail over wrong-freedom triumphs over bondage.

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Although tyrants may endeavor to obstruct and build up their barriers lofty passage, and strong, yet they are soon swept away by the impending current.

We learn in the history of the past, as well as the present, that we are all one great family, called to the same dutics, and blessed with the same rights and privileges; that the charter of our religious and political duties is one and the same hallowed scroll; Hither from the old world came the op.and that it came from the hands of God.” pressed to find a home where they might be In the language of the inspired writers, "He free-free in thought, free in action, and is the blessed and only potentate, the King

of Kings and the Lord of Lords. His empire is all worlds-His subjects are all creatures, His kingdom is immutable, His reign is eternal."

Earth has ever been a battle-ground, and thus must it yet be. Contests without are but shadows of conflicts within. But the issue of the world's war is not, cannot be doubtful. Right shall prevail, and peace shall wave her wings over the world.

"Truth crushed to earth shall rise again;
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes in pain
And dies amid her worshippers."

DREAMS.

BY PRESIDENT WENTWORTH.

"Oft in the stilly night,
When slumber's chain hath bound me,
Foud memory brings the light-
Of other days around me."

future and past, are alike appropriated by golden fancy.

We sleep, and revel among the haunts of infancy, or stray with pensive pleasure amid the scenes and delights of riper years.

We wake to the cold passionless substantialities of every day existence. We wake that the soul may feel how intimate its association with gross materiality. An exile from congenial heaven-the temporary prisoner of mortality, the soul instinctively recoils from the actualities of the present, which do but remind it hourly of its incarceration; and solaces, and compensates itself for the loss of nobler joys by clothing the past and future with the radiance of the celestial worlds. The perpetual presence of the ministering angels, Memory and Hope, renders its brief imprisonment endurable.

They give vocality to the music to which its ear was primevally attuned; they irradi ate its dungeon with beamings from their own heaven lighted countenances; they shake from their wings the dews of immortality for its refreshment. Welcome as are these bles

I love to dream. It is a happy faculty-the grateful bequest of a benevolent Provised messengers, the blessedness of their visidence. It lengthens life, converts the hours claimed by darkness and oblivion into reality and light. What part of the past has not been lived over again in dreams? He who has reached the age of thirty-five, the culminating point of man's allotted existence and reviewed the events of all that period in the living reality of dreams is already in. debted to heaven for the happiness of his threescore years and ten. Dreams are like the pendant prisms of the chandelier, by which a single light is a hundred times reflectness, set time and consistency at defiance, ed, and with hundred fold resplendence.

As the mirror plated ceiling doubles the reflection from every object, and causes the apartment to seem to be twice its actual length, so do dreams open up the path in magnificent vistas, where ten thousand brilliant and pleasurable objects radiate lights, softened by distance and augmented by repetition.

Every part of the misty future has already been minutely explored in day reveries and visions of the night. The broad domains of

tations can never be fully appreciated amid the glare of sunlight and the turbulence of day. At twilight, the favorite hour of contemplation, their joyous eyes peer from heaven into the depths of the soul, like stars struggling with the expiring effulgence of recent sunset. The melody of their voice charms the ear when night has silenced the discordant tones of covetuousness and carking care. But it is only in sleep and dreams that they reveal themselves in native loveli

and pour the golden

"Light

Of other days around us"

It is only in dreams that the white-haired man can bring into blushing existence the sprightly forms that once filled his happy vision. He wakes to the sight of tombstones and to the tearful memory of shrouds and coffins. It is in dreams that the exiled emigrant visits the blue hills and green vallies from which he has passed away forever. He wakes to the discomforts of life in the wil

derness and the remembrance of the abund

ance which surrounded him in his youthful SINGULAR DISCOVERIES IN EGYPT

home. In dreams, bright conceptions illuminate the confined and rocking forecastle of the lone ship on the night ocean; and the happy tar, lost to the consciousness of danger and watchings, nausea, and bilge water is again on shore, and placing his carefully braced footfalls upon the sidewalks of his native village, pacing the firm earth as he was wont to do the unstable deck of the tossing bark. Dreams bring to us in all their freshness and beauty, faces that years ago turned to marble and ashes. Dreams restore to those woodland haunts that the hand of cultivation long since desecrated or destroyed. Dreams reveal to us the most glorious views we ever get of a future world Who has not dreamed of harps and crowns, of Christ and Heaven? Whose departed ones have not thronged his spirit's eyes, while the flesh slumbered heavily on, until the tear stole from the closed lid, or the smile sat upon the countenance of the sleeper; for the memories of the past sweetly blended with the realities of the present and with blessed anticipations of the future. In delightful dreams,

"The smiles, the tears

Of other years,

The words of love have spoken."

A most interesting discovery has been made in Egypt. It was known that there exists at Mount Zabarah, situated near the shores of the Red Sea, a mine of emeralds, which the Pacha of Egypt caused to be worked in time past by a Frenchman, M. Gaillaud, and which has been abandoned ever since the reign of Mahomet Ali.

An English company solicited and obtained a short time since, the authorization to resume the working of this mine, which, it appears, promises still great riches. In the recent execution of some important works in this place, the engineer of the company, Mr. R. Allan, has discovered, at a great depth, the traces of a gallery which derives from the highest antiquity.

He has caused considerable excavations

to be made; he has found tools, ancient utensils, and a stone, on which is engraved a hieroglyphic inscription. This inscription proves the truth of the opinion entertained by the Messrs. Gaillaud and Belzoni, from appearances of another kind, that the mine in question has been worked in the highest antiquity.

It appears on examining the inscription on this stone, that the first works of the mine of Zabarah would go back as far as the reign of Sesostris, who, according to the general opinion, lived about the year 1660 before

force themselves upon us as life-like as
when they originally greeted the senses.
Dreams and visions were the sacred vehi-Christ.-Independence Belge.
cles of no inconsiderable portion of early
revelation. To us, they are not less the vehi-
cles of revelations of the forgotten past, than
to our inspired ancestors of the unknown fu-
ture. Shall we despise them? Not unless
we would despise one of the sources of hu-
man happiness. The past! how shall it live
again? How, but in memories, in reveries,
in dreams and visions.

THE FATE OF A LEARNED MAN.

"Did not Ossian hear a voice?

A HARD CASE.-There is a man in Boston, an old man of sixty, who graduated at the University of Dublin, Ireland; at the age of twenty-two was admitted as a surgeon in the British Army, and in that capacity visited this country with the English; was present at the destruction of the public buildings at Washington City-has been in India with the British army-has been present during his services as a surgeon at 4,000 amAll putations, and fifteen severe battles-was

Or is it the sound of days that are no more?
Often does the memory of former times come
Like the evening sun upon my soul !"

But poets are not the only dreamers. men are as Ossian in their dreams.

shot twice, performed surgical operations on

LIFE-LIKE PICTURES--THE DANDY

three wounded generals, seven colonels, open the stock of her new refreshment, betwenty captains, and over eleven thousand come useful to mankind, and sing praises to officers of smaller grades. He has dined her Redeemer. So is the heart of a sorrowwith two kings, one empress, one emperor, ful man under the discourse of wise comfort; the sultan, a Pope, innumerable great gener- he breaks from the despair of the grave, and als, &c. Has held the largest diamond in the fetters and chains of sorrow; he blesses his hand known in the world, except one.- God, and He blesses thee, and he feels hig Has had the British crown in his hand. Has life returning. been married three times, father to eleven children, all of whom he survived. Broken down by disease, he could no longer practice his profession-to poor to live without employment, too proud to become a pauper, he sailed in an emigrant ship to this country three years ago-and this man of remarkable adventures, classic education, master of four languages, sixty years of age, poor, old and decaying, is now peddling oranges and apples in the streets of Boston! "We know what we are verily we know not what we may be."--Boston Bee.

BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS.

"The dandy," says the Rev. H. W. Beecher, "is the sum total of coats, hats, vests,

boots, &c." He is the creature of the tailor His destiny is bound up in broadcloth and fine linen. His worth can be estimated only by the yard, cloth measure. We are puzzled to tell whether he is a female gentleman, or a male lady. He combines the little weaknesses and foibles of both sexes, but knows nothing of the good qualities of either. He is a human poodle, dandled at home in the lap of effeminacy, but the sport and butt of every sensible dog, when he ventures into the street. On pleasant days he exhibits himself on the fashionable promenades, to the admiration as he supposes, of every fair lady, who is fortunate enough to cross hi path. The severest labor his hands perform, is to tote a dainty cane about in his daily walks. The only "head work" to which he would stoop, is to twirl and coax a reluctant moustache, or bathe his glossy locks in "odors

sweet." He is inconsolable over a soiled boot, and would be driven to distraction were he compelled to appear in tumbled lin

God has sent some angels into the world whose office is to refresh the sorrow of the poor, and to lighten the eyes of the disconsolate. And what greater pleasure can we have than that we should bring joy to our brother; that the tongue should be tuned with heavenly accents, and make the weary soul listen for light and ease; and when he perceives that there is such a thing in the world, and in the order of things, as comfort and joy, to begin to break out from the prisou of his sorrows at the door of sighs and tears, and by little and little begin to melten. into showers and refreshment--this is glory to thy voice, and employment fit for the brightest angel. So I have seen the sun kiss the frozen earth, which was bound up with the images of death, and the colder breath of the north, and the waters break from their enclosures, and melt with joy and run in useful channels; and the flies do rise from little graves in the walls, and dance a little while in the air, to tell that joy is within,, and that the great mother of creatures will

Original sin, with him, consists in not being born with a full suit of the latest Parisian mode; and the clearest proof of depravity as well as vulgarity, is wearing last year's style. In fine, his soul is in his clothes; and when at last he goes down to that most unfashionable and undandified place, the house of the dead, a proper epitaph would be Here lies all of him that could die; the rest has gone to the old clothes

dealers."

HATRED stirreth up most deadly strife.

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