der which your lands are groaning, must be cleared away -those vast riches which cover the face of your soil, as well as those which lie hid in its bosom, are to be developed and gathered only by the skill and enterprise of men -your timber, Sir, must be worked up into ships, to transport the productions of the soil from which it has been cleared-then, you must have commercial men and commercial capital, to take off your productions, and find the best markets for them abroad-your great want, Sir, is the want of men; and these you must have, and will have speedily, if you are wise.

Do you ask how you are to get them?-Open your doors, Sir, and they will come in! The population of the old world is full to overflowing-that population is ground, too, by the oppressions of the governments under which they live. Sir, they are already standing on tiptoe upon their native shores, and looking to your coasts with a wishful and longing eye-they see here a land blessed with natural and political advantages, which are not equalled by those of any other country upon earth- -a land on which a gracious Providence hath emptied the horn of abundance-a land over which Peace hath now stretched forth her white wings, and where Content and Plenty lie down at every door!

Sir, they see something still more attractive than all this -they see a land in which Liberty hath taken up her abode that Liberty, whom they had considered as a fabled goddess, existing only in the fancies of poets-they see her here a real divinity--her altars rising on every hand throughout these happy states-her glories chaunted by three millions of tongues-and the whole region smiling under her blessed influence. Sir, let but this our celestial goddess, Liberty, stretch forth her fair hand toward the people of the old world-tell them to come, and bid them welcome-and you will see them pouring in from the north-from the south-from the east, and from the westyour wildernesses will be cleared and settled-your deserts will smile-your ranks will be filled-and you will soon be in a condition to defy the powers of any adversary.

But gentlemen object to any accession from Great Britain-and particularly to the return of the British refugees. Sir, I feel no objection to the return of those deluded peo

ple. They have, to be sure, mistaken their own interests most wofully, and most wofully have they suffered the punishment due to their offences. But the relations which we bear to them and to their native country are now changed their king hath acknowledged our independence-the quarrel is over-peace hath returned, and found us a free people.

Let us have the magnanimity, Sir, to lay aside our antipathies and prejudices, and consider the subject in a political light. Those are an enterprising, moneyed peoplethey will be serviceable in taking off the surplus produce of our lands, and supplying us with necessaries, during the infant state of our manufactures. Even if they be inimical to us in point of feeling and principle, I can see no objection, in a political view, in making them tributary to our advantage. And as I have no prejudices to prevent my making this use of them, so, Sir, I have no fear of any mischief that they can do us. Afraid of them !-what, Sir, shall we, who have laid the proud British lion at our feet, now be afraid of his whelps?

LESSON LXI.

To a Child.-ANONYMOUS.

THINGS of high import sound I in thine ears,
Dear child, though now thou may'st not feel their power,
Ye hoard them up, and in thy coming years

Forget them not; and when earth's tempests lower,

A talisman unto thee shall they be,

To give thy weak arm strength, to make thy dim eye see.

Seek TRUTH-that pure celestial Truth, whose birth

Was in the heaven of heavens, clear, sacred, shrined

In reason's light. Not oft she visits earth;

But her majestic port, the willing mind,

Through faith, may sometimes see. Give her thy soul,
Nor faint, though error's surges loudly 'gainst thee roll.
Be FREE-not chiefly from the iron chain,
But from the one which passion forges; be

The master of thyself! If lost, regain

The rule o'er chance, sense, circumstance. Be free! Trample thy proud lusts proudly 'neath thy feet, And stand erect, as for a heaven-born one is meet. Seek VIRTUE. Wear her armour to the fight; Then, as a wrestler gathers strength from strife, Shalt thou be nerved to a more vigourous might By each contending, turbulent ill of life. Seek Virtue; she alone is all divine;

And, having found, be strong in God's own strength and thine.

TRUTH-FREEDOM-VIRTUE-these, dear child, have
If rightly cherished, to uphold, sustain,
And bless thy spirit, in its darkest hour;
Neglect them-thy celestial gifts are vain-

power,

In dust shall thy weak wing be dragged and soiled;
Thy soul be crushed 'neath gauds for which it basely toiled.

LESSON LXII.

Eulogistic of Adams and Jefferson.-EDWARD EVERETT.

THEY have gone to the companions of their cares, of their toils. It is well with them. The treasures of America are now in Heaven. How long the list of our good, and wise, and brave, assembled there! how few remain with us! There is our Washington; and those who followed him in their country's confidence, are now met together with him, and all that illustrious company.

The faithful marble may preserve their image; the engraven brass may proclaim their worth; but the humblest sod of Independent America, with nothing but the dewdrops of the morning to gild it, is a prouder mausoleum than kings or conquerors can boast. The country is their monument. Its independence is their epitaph.

But not to their country is their praise limited. The whole earth is the monument of illustrious men. Wherever an agonizing people shall perish, in a generous convulsion, for want of a valiant arm and a fearless heart, they will cry, in the last accents of despair, Oh, for a Washing

ton, an Adams, a Jefferson! Wherever a regenerated nation, starting up in its might, shall burst the links of steel that enchain it, the praise of our Fathers shall be the prelude of their triumphal song.

The contemporary and successive generations of men will disappear. In the long lapse of ages, the tribes of America, like those of Greece and Rome, may pass away. The fabric of American Freedom, like all things human, however firm and fair, may crumble into dust. But the cause in which these our Fathers shone is immortal. They did that, to which no age, no people of reasoning men, can be indifferent.

Their eulogy will be uttered in other languages, when those we speak, like us who speak them, shall all be forgotten. And when the great account of humanity shall be closed at the throne of God, in the bright list of his children, who best adorned and served it, shall be found the names of our Adams and our Jefferson.

LESSON LXIII.

In Commemoration of the Completion of the Bunker-Hill Monument.-D. WEBSTER.

THIS column stands on Union. I know not that it might not keep its position, if the American Union, in the mad conflict of human passions, and in the strife of parties and factions, should be broken up and destroyed. I know not that it would totter and fall to the earth, and mingle its fragments with the fragments of Liberty and the Constitution, when State should be separated from State, and faction and dismemberment obliterate forever all the hopes of the founders of our Republic, and the great inheritance of their children. It might stand. But who, from beneath the weight of mortification and shame, that would oppress him, could look up to behold it? For my part, should I live to such a time, I shall avert my eyes from it for ever.

It is not as a mere military encounter of hostile armies, that the battle of Bunker Hill founds its principal claim to attention. Yet, even as a mere battle, there were circum

stances attending it, extraordinary in character, and entitling it to peculiar distinction. It was fought on this eminence; in the neighbourhood of yonder city; in the presence of more spectators than there were combatants in the conflict. Men, women and children, from every commanding position, were gazing at the battle, and looking for its result with all the eagerness natural to those who knew that the issue was fraught with the deepest consequences to them. Yet, on the sixteenth of June, 1775, there was nothing around this hill but verdure and culture. There was, indeed, the note of awful preparation in Boston. There was the provincial army at Cambridge with its right flank resting on Dorchester, and its left on Chelsea. But here all was peace. Tranquillity reigned around.

On the seventeenth, every thing was changed. On yonder height had arisen, in the night, a redoubt in which Prescott commanded. Perceived by the enemy at dawn, it was immediately cannonaded from the floating batteries in the river, and the opposite shore. And then ensued the hurry of preparation in Boston, and soon the troops of Britain embarked in the attempt to dislodge the colonists.

I suppose it would be difficult, in a military point of view, to ascribe to the leaders on either side, any just motive for the conflict which followed. On the one hand it could not have been very important to the Americans to attempt to hem the British within the town by advancing one single post a quarter of a mile; while on the other hand, if the British found it essential to dislodge the American troops, they had it in their power, at no expense of life. By moving up their ships and batteries, they could have completely cut off all communication with the main land over the neck, and the forces in the redoubt would have been reduced to a state of famine in forty-eight hours.

But that was not the day for such considerations on either side! Both parties were anxious to try the strength of their arms. The pride of England would not permit the rebels, as she termed them, to defy her to the teeth ; and, without for a moment calculating the cost, the British general determined to destroy the fort immediately. On the other side, Prescott and his gallant followers longed and thirsted for a conflict. They wished it, and wished it