all his might, and summoned into the field, and move off the stage of life, and are heard all the forces at his command.

of no more. Why? They did not partake Marius having captured the town of Capsa, of good in the world, and none were blessed in a hard contested battle he defeated the by the n; none could point to them as the allied kings, when Bocchus recommenced a instruments of their redemption. Not a communication with the Roman leader, line they wrote not a word they spoke could which had been interrupted by the removal be recalled, and so they perish; their light of Metellus. The Gaetulian king had ex. went out in darkness, and so they were not pressed his desires for peace with the Roman remembered more than insects of of yesterNation, but he had been informed that his day. Live, then for something. Do good overtures would be accepted, only when he and leave behind you a monument of virtue should betray Jugurtha. Bocchus hesitated: that the storm of time can derer destroy.the Romans urged: his own safety demanded Write your names by kindness, love and the sacrifice.

mercy, on the bearts of the thousands you At last, barrassed by the importunities of come in contact with year by year, and you the Roman Leaders, and yet doubting in his will never be forgotten. No, your name own mind, he treacherously gave up Jugurtha your deeds, shall be as legible on the bearts into the hands of his enemies.

you leave behind, as the stars on the brow The war was of course terminated with of evening. Good deeds will shine as this act. But the fate of Jugnrtha is yet to brightly on the earth as the stars in bear. be told. Ho had been first received by en. Sylla, by wbom be was committed to Marius. When the latter returned to Rome, he accep

LOVE AND PHILOSOPHY. ted of a triumph, and as the chief point of attraction, Jugurtha was present. The con

Lovers and philosophers have, each in turn quered Numidian, in the midst of the pomp

from time immemorial,made a great noise in and splendor of the triumphal procession,

the world, and sober, sensible people have, was led in chains, with his two sons, in front

ever since that remote period, been puzzled of the car of his conqueror. “ It is said,”

to know what it is all about? Love and observes Plutarch, "that during the procession he lost his senses. After the triumph

philosophy have always been at war, and

each has denounced the other in the most un. he was thrown into Prison, when in their

measured terms. Love accusing philosophy, haste to strip him, some tore his robe off his back, and others, catching eagerly at his |

of heartlessness, and cold calculation, and pendants, pulled off the tips of his ears along

philosophy, recriminating, accusing love of

| recklessness, infatuation, and the charges on with them. When he was thrust down naked into the dungeon, all confused be

each side, have been well sustained by

facts. said, with a frantic smile, “ Heavens! how cold is this bath of yours !” Then having

Without attempting to answer hard ques. struggled for six days with extremne hunger,

tions, or to settle knotty disputes between and laboring to the last for the preserva tion

them, it may be interesting and amusing ro of his life, he came to such an end, as his

contrast them, and see with what different erimes deserved.”

feeling they look upon the sanie object, and derive such a different and peculiar enjoy.

ment therefrom, and to see how well they There is truth, deep, and abiding truth in are fitted to go together, and the propriety the following extract. Read it young men and necessity of their doing so. and lay it to your hearts:

| Love is satisfied with a present bappiness “Thousands of young men breathe, live without looking for a reason or a result, while philosophy does not stop to enjoy a ows, falls asleep in the shade, (a rare thing good, until he bas searched the past for a for him, by the way,) and is waked up by a cause, and the future for an effect. For in- bump from a falling pippin, looks at it instance. Love sees lines of beauty in the quiringly, while he rubs his head, and theregentle undulations of a lovely landscape, upon gets into a brown study on the laws and is delighted without asking why. Phi- of gravity. Love basks in the sunshine, or losophy on the contrary, remindless of beau- lolls in the shade, as the warmth of the one ty, goes back a hundred ages, to witness the or the coolness of the other, is most pleasgrinding process, by which the solid granite ing. Philosophy freezes or roasts alternately, has been reduced to powder by time, and for purposes of speculation. Love is fromixed with the mould of vegetables, to quently affected by bis greatest cause of bapcover up the rough, rugged, rocky frame- piness, while philosophy is often bappiest in vork of the earth, and form the landscape. affliction. Love is happy without knowing,

Love looks with bappy confidence upon | Philosophy kpows without being happy:the frowning cliff, that stands a sentinel on a Love enjoys without thinking. Philosophy stormy coast, to guard his snug retreat from thinks without enjoying. Love is caprici. the encroachments of the lawless waves of ous and fanciful. Philosophy constant and the ocean; but philosopby, taking a retro- unchanging The former suffers or enjoys spective view, sees that cliff when its bard internally. The lattor is never very unhapfront was a mass of mud and cree p-py or miserable. Love is rash and unthinktiles, at the bottom of the ocean, which it ing. Philosophy cool and calculating. now defies in pride, observes the mysterious Love is too spiritual and sensitive for the process by which it becomes indurated, and earth. Philosophy is too earthly to be spirweighs the tremendous power that lifted it itual. Different as they are, neither can suofrom the bottom of the deep below, into the ceed well alone. Love needs the cool head depth of the upper deep, and calculates the and good judgement of philosophy to advise ages that must elapse before the unsatisfied and calculate for him,and to keep him out of sea will bave worn away its flinty basis, and difficulty, wbile philosophy must have the agaiu reducel its pride to subjection. warm heart and tender sympathies of love to Love feasts his eyes in contrasting the soft console him in his trials.—Lit. Union. green of the swelling hill side, with the golden grain that crowns its summit. Philosopby, too, observes the contrast, but without

For the Miscellany. emotion, and immediately falls into a spec

AUTUMN. ulation on the cause of color. Philosophy is

BY EMILLIA. patient, while love is impatient. Philosophy goes to work systematically to remove ob

AUTUMN, I love thee no: 1- Thou hast to me stacles that obstruct his progress that he may In all thy fuded glories,--in the tone look back and see clearly the way by which Of thy deep sighinz winds and rus:ling leaves, he obtains liis object. Love if he surmounts

A somethinz, pensive, melancholy, lone, difficulty at all, climbs over it, and from its

Beside thy streams that pass so dream-like on, kummit, gets a most enchanting view of the

Or when I lean some mossy bank upon object be pursues,— The former makes mole And listen to the sere leaves as they shiver hills of mountains, the latter, makes moup Upon the withered branch, or catch the breath tains of mole hills. Love shakes down ap

Of thy perfu neless breeze.-- Above, beneath,

Around, all speak of withering decay-ples of enjoyment, and is he gets bumped

All brizhe things whisper, “So we pass away, on the head takes it as a matter of course,

So fades the lovely."--Autumn, hast thou not and pockets the apple that hit him. Philos Some voive to tell us of a better lot :opby, in speculating upon ligbts and shad

A weight of sadness seems to meet me ever.

AIM AT PERFECTION IN ONE "To the vile dust from whence he sprung,

Unknown, unhonored and unsung.'

When Napoleon enquired ifa certain work BY ARTHUR.

were practicable and was told that it might

be if circumstances favored, he proudly ansThere are so many men who go through

wered, I, make circumstances; let it be done.' life without any object in view, save that though in one sense this remark may seem which is dictated by the caprice of the mo-l presumptious, yet with a little qualification, ment, that it has passed into a proverb, that it was true of his whole course. His brilman is the creature of circumstances. And

| liant career was one continued triumph of yet how disgraceful is such a course to one circumstances. For he had an object to who has before him so many high and noble which he made them subservient. His whole ends, to be attained by patient and unremit

energies were bent toward a single point ting labor.

which, like the guiding star of the mariner; The man who pa, ses life thus, may be he kept ever in view. If perchance a cloud compared to a ship on the ocean without a fitted over it and for a moment paled its rudder, at the mercy of the winds and waves | beacon light, changeless in his resolve he He is driven to and fro by every changing pressed steadily on. Through storm and calm breeze of circumstances. To-day he may be through light and shade, one grand purpose, engaged in some valuable labor, and to-mor- was ever uppermost in his mind-and the row leaving it but just begun, bo may de- world knows the result. The parting words vote himself to some other employment; l of the patriarch Jacob to his eldest son and though they may all be important in convey a lesson of great importance to all their place, yet, b:c11e he finishes nothing and the truth of which is written on every because he perfects nothing, his life will at page of history: “Unstable as water thou least be a failure. Like a man lost on one shalt pot excel.' Exemplifications of this of our vast prairies in a snow-storm, he will might be multiplied without number. The wander round and round with no fixed ob

record of the past is full of them. Almost ject in view, and making no real pro- invariably those who have distinguished gress.

themselves by their deeds and earned a place In the journey of life, there are many dif

among the world's heroes are those who ferent paths that may be chosen an ! at the throughout their lives have constantly labored end of each one of those paths is a prize; for one thing, and perfection in this thing:but it cannot be reached without traveling Demosthenes, notwithstanding the great the whole path. Those prizes are vitrious as natural defects which hiudered the attainthe ways which lead to them. By pursuing ment of his wishes, by unwearied diligence one path, a mai may attain one objert, while at length succeeded in reaching a position if he chooses another path, he will receive unrivalled by ancient orators. a different reward. But unless he selects It matters little what difficulties may lie one road, and patiently follows it, instead of lin the way of

it, instead in the way of the accomplishment of any walking for a time in one and then turning object. To an indomitable will and untirback into another, he will find bis time ex-line diligence almost anything is possible. pired while he is at a distance from

from any of Then have you any great end in view -be

any of th the objects which have in turn occupied bis not deterred from the undertaking by any attention. His life will have been a failure. Lobstacles that may lie in the way. True to Not a beam in the vast fabric of society-

your aim as the needle to the pole-tireless not a stone in the great work of progress as the Indian in his revenge, let one idea will be inscribed with bis name, but he will

ever be the controlling power of your mind. go down

| Let everything be subsidiary to that. And

pursuing this one object, rest assured that! you will not fail 10 make your mark,' and effect something for the good of society. And doing this, when the day of life is o'er, its sun will set-a useful life-work done. Knoxiana,

Ye will miss,
Hap'ly, the voice of comfort when the hour
Of trial comes, that, as the twilight dews
Revivify the parched and drooping flowers,
Did lift to heaven your lonely spirit's trust-
The high example, ever pointing up
To lofty deeds of virtuous emprize-
The sage-like counsel, and the kind reproof,
In wisdom given.-

But, most of all, ye'll miss

His company within the House of God-
For the Miscellany.

The holy courts his heart so dearly loved,-

Where each returning Sabbath-day his seat

Was duly filled, and where his tuneful voice

Poured forth the hymn of praise, or upward

breathed Nor with the voice of weeping-nor with tones

The incense of his prayer and when around Of lamentation and of anguish come

Your Master's board ye reverently come, To this hushed chamber.

In mem'ry of a Savior's dying love,

To taste the sacred emblems He ordained,
Death, indeed, is here,

Will ye not miss him there!
Not as a tyrant, fearful in his wrath,
Sitting supreme in conquest—but with looks

Ah! these are thoughts
Of heavenly sweetness, with an angel's sinile O'er which the soul might linger mournfully,
Gilding those quiet features.

And weeping love unblamed might pour her tears
Upon his couch of death.--yet rather let

A song of vict'ry o'er his sleeping dust
He did come,

Triumphantly be poured -
As comes the Liberator to the cell
Of the lone captive, where midst heavy glooms,

Breathe ye for him
Shut from the sunlight, and the glowing sky, No dirge of anguish, who has meekly passed
And the soft music of the vocal hills,

Through all his trials, and gone safely o'er
And the free voice of streams, he long had pined Death's silent river, with his garments washed,
For the blest air of free lom. He did come,

And soul made meet for heaven. Bearing rich tidings from the King of kings,

So may we live That all his tasks were finished, and he might

Midst the temptations of this changeful world, Go to his home.

That when our day of trial shall be past,

We may, like him, serenely lay us down,
What! when the ripened sheaf

And our departure from the shores of time
Is safels garnered-when autumnal fruits

Become a day of triumph.
Froin the full-loade bough are gathered in;

W- N- -, Sept. 20, 1852.
When the poor pris'ner, from his lonely cell
Comes forth exultant, happily restored
To home and freedom, would ye then lament ?-

| How miserable is that man that can look As if a Vet'ran, from his wars returned,

backward but with shame, nor forward withCovered with glory of victorious fight, And, by his country from his toils discharged

out terror! What comfort will his riches afTo taste the sweets of rest, should need your ford him in his extremity? or what will all tears!

his sensual pleasuies, his vain and empty ti* Fence with the voice of weeping ! he has gone

tles, robes, dignities, and crowns avail him A pilgrim to his rest—a weary form,

in bis distress. With sandals loosened and unbuckled breast Laid down in sweet repose.

Be very careful in your promises and just His feet have been Rendy his Master's bidding to perform :

| in your performances; and remember, it is With trusty hard, a faithful Inb'rer, he

| better to do and not promise, than promise Has in his Master's viveyard toiled full long,

and not perform. Now leave him to his slumbers.-

THE CHARACTER OF PAUL. I From this tine on, his track can be dis.

tinguished by the commotions about it, and BY J. T. HEADLEY.

the light above it. Straight back to Jeru. Paul, in his natural character before his salem, from whence he bad so recently come oonversion, resembled Bonaparte more than

with letters to legalize his persecutions, be any other man; I mean both in his intellect

went to cast his lot in with those he had folual developement and energy of will. He

lowed with violence and slaughter. His had the same infi-xibility of purpose, the

strong heart never beat one quicker pulsasame utter indifference to human suffering,

tion through fear, when the lofty turrets of when he bad once determined on his course, the proud city flashed on his vision. Nei. the same tireless unconquerable resolution : ther did he steal away to the dark alleys and the same fearlessness both of man's power streets, where the disciples were concealed, and opinions, and that calm, self-reliance, and tell them secretly his faith in the Son of and mysterious control over others.

God. But the point of greatest resemblance is He strode into the synagogues, and before in the union of a strong, correct judgment, the astonished priests preached Christ and with rapidity of thought and sudden im- Him crucified. He'thandered at the door of pulse. They thought quicker, yet better the Sanhedrim itsell, and shaking Jerusalem than other men. The power, too, which like an earthquake, awoke a tem pest of rage both possessed, was all practical power.— and fury on himself. With assassins dog. There are many men of strong miods, whose ging bis footsteps, he at length left the city. force, nevertheless, wasies in reflection, or in But, instead of going to places where he was theories for others to act upon. Thought uokuown, and where his feelings would be may work out into language, but not less tried, he started for his vative city, his into action. They will plan better than father's house, the home of his boyhuod, for they can perform. But these men not only his kindred and friends. To entreaties thought better, but they could work better tears, scorn, and violence, he was alike imthan all other men.

pervious. The same control and perfect subjection of To Antioch and Cyprus, along the coast his emotions, even terror itself, to the man- of Syria and Rome, over the known world dates of his will, are exhibited in bis conduct he went like a blazing comet, waking up the when smitten to the earth, and blinded by uations of the earth. From the top of Mars' the light and voice from heaven. John, Hill, with the gorgeous city at his feet, and when arrested by the same voice on the isle Acropolis and Parthenon bebind him; on the of Patmos, fell on his face as a dead man, and deck of his shattered vessel in the intervals dared not stir or speak till encouraged by the of the crash of billows, in the gloony walls language, “ Fear pot.” But Paul (or Saul,) of a prison, on the borders of the eternal though a persecutor, and violent man, kingdom, he speaks in the same calm and showed no syinptoms of alarm or terror.- determined tone. Deterred by no danger, The voice, the blow, the light, the glory, and awed by no presence, and shrinking from the darkness that followel, were sufficient to no responsibility, be moves before us like upset the strongest mind; but he, master of some grand embodiment of power. bimself and his emotions, instead of giving The nations heave around him, and kings way to exclamations of terror, simply said: turn pale in his presence. Bands of conspiLord, what wilt thou have me do?" With rators swear neither to eat or drink until his reason and judgement as steady and they have slain him; rulers and priests comstrong as ever, he knew at once that some-bined against him; yet, over the din of the thing was wanted of him, and ever ready to conflict and storm of violence, bis voice of act, he asked what it was.

eloquence rises clear and distinct as a trum

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