yet to come. The noble's coronet may be reft in pieces, but the wearer of it is now doing what will be reflected by thousands who will be made and moulded by him. Dignity, and rank, and riches, are all corruptible and worthless; but moral character has an immortality that no sword-point can destroy; that ever walks the world and leaves lasting influences behind. What we do is transacted on a stage of which all in the universe are spectators. What we say is transmitted in echoes that will never cease. What we are is influencing and acting on the rest of mankind. Neutral we cannot be. Living we act, and dead we speak; and the whole universe is the mighty company forever looking, forever listening; and all nature the tablets forever recording the words, the deeds, the thoughts, the passions of mankind. Monuments, and columns, and statues, erected to heroes, poets, orators, statesmen, are all influences that extend into the future ages. "The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle" still speaks. The Mantuan bard still sings in every school. Shakspeare, the bard of Avon, is still translated into every tongue. The philosophy of the Stagyrite is still felt in every academy. Whether these influences are beneficent or the reverse, they are influences fraught with power. How blest must be the recollection of those who, like the setting sun, have left a trail of light behind them by which others may see the way to that rest which remaineth for the people of God! It is only the pure fountain that brings forth pure water. The good tree only will produce the good fruit. If the centre from which all proceeds is pure and holy, the radii of influence from it will be pure and holy also. Go forth, then, into the sphere that you occupy, the employments, the trades, the professions of social life; go forth into the high places, or into the lowly places of the land; mix with the roaring cataracts of social convulsions, or mingle amid the eddies and streamlets of quiet and domestic life; whatever sphere you fill, carrying into it a holy heart, you will radiate around you life and power, and leave behind you holy and beneficial influences. T THE BAGGAGE-FIEND. WAS a ferocious baggage-man, with And biceps upon each arm piled in That plied his dread vocation beside Wildly he tossed the baggage round the platform there, pellmell, And crushed to naught the frail bandbox where'er it shapeless fell, Or stove the "Saratoga" like the flimsiest eggshell. "Behold this scanty carpet-bag! I started a month ago, With a dozen Saratoga trunks, hat-box, and portmanteau, But baggage-men along the route have brought me down so low. 'Be careful with this carpet-bag, kind sir," said he to him. The baggage-man received it with a smile extremely grim, And softly whispered "Mother, may I go out to swim ?" Then fiercely jumped upon that bag in wild, sardonic spleen, And into countless fragments flew-to his profound chagrin For that lank bag contained a pint of nitroglycerine. The stranger heaved a gentle sigh, and stroked his quivering chin, And then he winked with one sad eye, and NIGHT. JAMES MONTGOMERY. How sweet, when labors close, To gather round an aching breast The curtain of repose, Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head Down on our own delightful bed! Night is the time for dreams: The gay romance of life, When truth that is, and truth that seems, Ah! visions, less beguiling far Night is the time for toil: To plough the classic field, Intent to find the buried spoil Its wealthy furrows yield; Night is the time to weep: To wet with unseen tears The joys of other years; Hopes, that were Angels at their birth, O'er ocean's dark expanse, N JOHN BUNYAN. OW just as the gates were opened to let in the men, I looked in after them, and behold the city shone like the sun; the streets, also were paved with gold, and in them walked many men with crowns on their heads, palms in their hands, and golden harps, to sing praises withal. There were also of them that had wings, and they answered one another without intermission, saying, "Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord." And after that they shut up the gates; which when I had seen, I wished myself among them. Now, while I was gazing upon all these things, I turned my head to look back, and saw Ignorance coming up to the river side; but he soon got over, and that without half the difficulty which the other two men met with. For it happened that there was then in that place one VainHope, a ferryman, that with his boat helped him over; so he, as the other, I saw, did ascend the hill, to come up to the gate, only he came alone; neither did any man meet him with the least encouragement. When he was coming up to the gate, he looked up to the writing that was above, and then began to knock, supposing that entrance should have been quickly administered to him: but he was asked by the men that looked over the top of the gate, "Whence come you, and what would you have?". . He answered, "I have eat and drank in the presence of the King, and he has taught in 304 THE SONG OF THE FORGE. none. our streets." Then they asked for his certificate, that they might go in and show it to the King; so he fumbled in his bosom for one, and found Then said they, "You have none!" but the man answered never a word. So they told the King, but he would not come down to see him, but commanded the two shining ones that conducted Christian and Hopeful to the city to go out and take Ignorance, and bind him hand and foot, and have him away. Then they took him up and carried him through the air to the door that I saw on the side of the hill, and put him in there. Then I saw that there was a way to hell, even from the gates of heaven, as well as from the City of Destruction. "So I awoke. It was a dream." LANG, clang! the massive anvils ring; Like the thunder-rattle of a tropic sky, Say, brothers of the dusky brow, Clang, clang!-we forge the coulter now,- To genial rains, to sun and wind, |