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ly worship the reigning power. A foreign power let loose upon our shores would do us infinitely less mischief than this doctrine. That might ravage our cities and burn our villages; this corrupts our hearts, debases our intellect, and destroys our self-respect. That might attack and defeat us, and drive us from the seaboard to the mountains and the wilderness, but we should still retain the proud consciousness that we were freemen. This is an enemy eating the core of our heart, withering all honest principle, all manly sensibility, all high-mindedness and conscious freedom. This is a trafficker in the souls and consciences of free-born men, buying them like dumb-driven cattle, or branding them like slaves and convicts, while honest men looking on blush to think they are the countrymen of Hancock, Adams and Washington. The hordes of mercenary Hessians whose bones now bleach on the battle-field of Trenton, were bought by George III. at the rate of fifteen pounds a head, and yet think it not strange if those same Hessians shall rise up in the judgment from their mouldy beds against the hireling bands of corrupt office holders and seekers who fester around the shambles of executive patronage. We have referred to this subject chiefly for the sake of young men who are not yet hopelessly involved in political life.
Lastly, there is a sad waste of mind resulting from the hurry of imperfectly educated persons to appear before the public as writers or as professional men. Hours and weeks which are now wasted in injudicious reading, or in premature attempts at authorship, if spent in a welldirected course of study, and in the acquisition of mental furniture, would at least qualify them to become ornamental and intellectually rich members of society; and be respectable if not distinguished. Instead of this, most young men of a little reading imagine they have fathomless wells of literature and poetry gushing up within them, and they continue to think so even after the bucket they have sent down for it returns hundreds of times empty. And this hastening to be what we are not, and are not prepared to to be, runs through all classes, and seems to be a disease of the times. The young theological student is weary with the tedious length of his preparatory course, and hurries into the arduous and responsible labors of the ministry, long besore he is ready to assume them, and having assumed them, finds little leisure, and perhaps as little inclination to inform and discipline his mind, and atone in some degree for the deficiencies in his education. Others are panting for
the day when they shall figure in the legal or the medical profession, satisfied if they can pass without disgrace a nominal examination, and have permission to hang out their sign ; this done, they will be content to be sciolists and ignoramuses all their days. Consequently the liberal or learned professions, as we have been wont to call them, are filled with very unlearned men, with men who have entered them not from love to science, but for the sake of lucre or reputation. There are, it is true, many honorable exceptions in all the professions; but still the force of our conclusion is unabated.
We conclude these somew hat desultory illustrations of a vital theme with a word of persuasion to those who have accompanied us. Be entreated, patient reader, to rouse yourself from mental slumber, and educate the immortal mind God has planted in your bosom. Suffer not that god-like thing to pine, and waste away, and die within you for lack of necessary care and culture. Endure any other wants rather than the wants of the mind—any other abuse rather than that which contracts and debases this. Remember, the most priceless property you can have and hold is your mind, and that every improvement you can make in it will last
It will live when earth melts and passes away, immortal amid the ashes of the universe, standing erect while stars fall and the heavens are on fire. Take care of your MIND ! Treat it not as a toy or a trifle, but rememter it is the “divinity stirring within you.” Be not seduced by the cares or pleasures, the business or the amusements of this world, from your fidelity to this prime concern of your life. Over all that rich land of promise and hope, lying in your own bosom, with all its silver floods, and waving fields, and purple clusters, we call you to become cultivators and overseers, as ye are also lord-like proprietors. Let others scramble for this world's pell and perishing vanities, search ye for mental and moral excellences. Put the body off, if need be, with the hardest fare and the coarsest raiment, but spurn a less possession than kingdom, crown, and sceptre for the mind. Regard the outer man as thy shadow, the inner man as thyself; and while worldlings and sensualists fish for pearls in stagnant mud-pools, cast thou into the clear crystal depths of a soul that has been refined, illumined, elevated by prayer, pains-taking, and a divine blessing, till its bosom has become studded with stars, and its untroubled surface is a serene picture and panorama of the glories of the overhanging sky.
BY E. G. WHEELER, M. D., NEW YORK.
This is an elegant shrub, growing in almost ş hips, and the pulpy portion of it contains all parts of the United States and throughout saccharine matter and citric acid, and makes a Great Britain. It seems naiurally to prefer a very pleasant conserve. dry, sandy or rocky situation, rising to the The eglantine has ever been considered the height of about five feet; but when cultivated poet's flower. Poetry is its sentiment. Its and set in a rich soil, it mounts upward twenty flowers themselves are exquisitely delicate and feet or more ; its flowers are very much multi- sweet-scented, but the leaves are still more fraplied and enlarged, and it becomes a splendid grant, and perfume the breeze of " dewy morn" acquisition to ornamental grounds,—and let me and " balmy eve” for several yards around. Its possess either the humble cot or the kingly odor is much stronger when the leaves are palace,
moistened with dew than at any other time; " Its sides I'll plant with dew-sweet eglantine.”
hence it is frequently associated with whatever It is not in summer only that it is beautiful.
is gentle and kind, and is sometimes made use Its rich, scarlet fruit remains on the bush during
of as an emblem of peace. Wordsworth makes the winter, and I have sometimes thought that
it answer the swollen, threatening waterfall in it was as valuable an ornament then as at any
the following manner :other season.
" Ah! * * * blame me not; It is the Rosa rubiginosa of Eaton. Rosa is Why should we dwell in strise ? taken from the Celtic rhos or rhudd (red), in al- We who in this sequestered spot lusion to the prevailing color of this genus of Once lived a happy life! flowers. Its specific name, rubiginosa (rusty), is You stirred me on my rocky bed given to it on account of the rusty aj.pearance
What pleasure through my veins you spread! of the under side of the leaves. Its common
The summer long. from day to day, names are wild briar rose, sweet briar, eglan
My leaves you freshened and bedewed;
Nor was it common gratitude tine, hep or hip tree, &c.
That did your cares repay. It is of the eleventh class, Icosandria--order 12, Polygynia-Germs ovate-petals, 5, heart
When Spring came on wiih bud and bell, form, tapering to the base-peduncles and peti.
Among these rocks did I oles glan lular, hispid-petioles with small
Before you hang my wreaths, to tell prickles-stem glabrous ; thorns scattered, slen. That gentle days were nigh! der, hooked at the end-leaves alternate-leafets And in the sultry summer hours, opposite, with a terminal one, from 5 to 7– I sheltered you with leaves and flowers; ovate, serrate, sub-glandular beneath-flowers
And in my leaves-now shed and gone, in clusters of from 3 to 7, at the termination of
The linnet lodged, and for us two the branchlets.
Chanted bis pretty songs, when you
Had little voice or none. Froin some allusions made by poets of former times, it is supposed that it was once thought
But now proud thoughts are in your breastto possess important remedial virtues. Dryden
What grief is mine you see. says :
Ah! would you think, even now how blest " And the fresh eglantine exhaled a breath,
Togeiher we might be ! Whose odors were of power to raise from
Though of both leaf and flower berest, death."
Some ornaments to me are left
Rich store of scarlet hips is mine, Dr. Coxie, of Philadelphia, suggests the idea
Wiih which I, in my humble way, that the stiff hairs that surround the seed might
Would deck you many a winter's day, be used instead of the cowhage, and to answer
A happy Eglantine!" the same purpose. The fruit is called heps or
The actors in the great Revolution which freed the American colonies from the British crown, have almost all passed away, and the few that remain are following with rapid pace. In a very short time no living witness of that eventful struggle will stand among us to animate our patriotism, to “ shoulder the crutch and show how fields were won," or to remind us of the sacrifices and sufferings with which our political inheritance was gained.
In their absence it would be well if our bis. torical reminiscences were more ample and more securely laid up, of those minute details which reveal the pervading spirit of a people struggling to be free, more perfectly, perhaps, than those great events which are commonly seized upon by the grave historian. A history which should take us into the cabins and the hearts of the humblest of the people, as well as into the tents of generals and the council board of statesmen, which should reveal to us the beatings of the common heart in its country's cause, and show us how sober matrons, blushing maidens, and even the children of the nation gave their earliest thoughts and prayers for that country's salvation ; such a history would be the one we want. But that is beyond our reach and our hopes. Still, something has been done toward garnering up a treasury of revolutionary incident which may hereafter be drawn upon for the illustration and embellishment of our national history.
No State in the Union is richer in patriotic recollections than the State of New Jersey. For several years it was the theatre of the revolutionary war, and in that struggle her losses both of men and property were greater than that of any other State, in proportion to the population and wealth. When Gen. Washington was retreating through the Jerseys, almost forsaken, her militia were at all times obedient to his orders, and for a considerable time composed the strength of his army. There is hardly a town in the State, that lay in the progress of the British army, that was not signalized by some enterprise or exploit. The military services performed by the soldiers of New Jersey, and the sufferings of the people during the revolutionary war, entitle her to the admiration and warm gratitude of her sister States; and by her sacrifices of blood and treasure in resisting oppression, she placed herself in the foremost rank among those who struggled for American freedom. The fields of Trenton, of Monmouth, of
Princeton, like the plains of Marathon or the pass of Thermopylæ, will never le mentioned without stirring all the latent patriotism of the American bosom.
The instances of female patriotism and deep devotion in New Jersey were numerous and striking ; nay, it was universal, and the final success of the struggle was very much owing to this fact. They infused the love of country and the spirit of patriotic enthusiasm into the breasts of their lovers, brothers, husbands and sons; they shamed away lukewarmness and apathy, and not unfrequently gave examples of heroic endurance and personal courage, worthy of Sparta herself. Thus, in the spring of 1777, a young woman passing a forsaken house in Woodbridge, saw through the window an intoxicated Hessian soldier who had straggled from his party. There being no man within a mile of the town, she went home, dressed in man's apparel, and armed with an old firelock, returned to the house, entered it and took the Hessian prisoner, whom she soon stripped of his arms and was leading him off, when she fell in with the patrol guard of a New Jersey regiment stationed near Woodbridge, to whoin she delivered her prisoner. Such was the heroic temper of the time, so pervading the spirit of lofty, self-sacrificing patriotism. And what could stand before it? No wonder that the most distinguished British statesman of that age declared in Parliament that no amount of military force sent to America could possibly subdue it. A fire was kindled that could never be extinguished, a spirit of freedom was aroused that all the artillery of England could not intimidate. The villages and cities of the colonies might be burned, their little army annihilated, their crops destroyed, and their commerce cut off, but all this availed nothing towards the subjugation of a people whose men were crossing ice-bound rivers barefoot in pursuit of the enemies of freedom, and whose virgir. daughters were leading Hessian mercenaries captive to American quarters.
After the war was over the same warmhearted patriotism continued to display itself; an affecting and striking instance of which occurred at Trenton when Gen. Washington reached that city on his way to New York, then the seat of government, to enter upon the duties of the Presidency, to which he had just been chosen. The venerable Marshall, in his Life of Washington, has recorded with feeling