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wonder if I felt discouraged at the prospect; so, after a
great deal of reasoning and hesitation, thinks I to myself, 50 Î 'll stop.”
* The dial could scarcely keep its countenance during this harangue; but resuming its gravity, thus replied: “Dear Mr. Pendulum, I am really astonished that such
a useful, industrious person as yourself, should have been 55 overcome by this sudden action. It is true, you have
done a great deal of work in your time; so have we all, and are likely to do; which although it may fatigue us to think of, the question is, whether it will fatigue us to do.
Would you now do me the favour to give about half a 60 dozen strokes to illustrate my argument?”.
The pendulum complied, and ticked six times in its usual pace. “Now,” resumed the dial, “ may I be allowed to inquire, if that exertion was at all fatiguing or
disagreeable to you?" "Not in the least,” replied the 65 pendulum, “ it is not of six strokes that I complain, nor
of sixty, but of millions." " Very good,” replied the dial; “but recollect that though you may think of a million strokes in an instant, you are required to execute
but one; and that, however often you may hereafter have 70 to swing, a moment will always be given you to swing
in." "That consideration staggers me, I confess," said the pendulum. “Then I hope," resumed the dial-plate,
we shall all immediately return to our duty; for the
maids will lie in bed if we stand idling thus.” 75 Upon this the weights, who had never been accused
of light conduct, used all their influence in urging him to proceed; when, as with one consent, the wheels began to turn, the hands began to move, the pendulum began
to swing, and to its credit, ticked as loud as ever; while 80 a red beam of the rising sun that streamed through a
hole in the kitchen, shining full upon the dial plate, it brightened up, as if nothing had been the matter.
When the farmer came down to breakfast that morning, upon looking at the clock, he declared that his 85 watch had gained half an hour in the night.
A celebrated modern writer says, “Take care of the minutes, and the hours will take care of themselves."
This is an admirable remark, and might be very seasonably recollected when we begin to be “
weary in well90 doing,” from the thought of having much to do. The
present moment is all we have to do with, in any sense; the past is irrecoverable, the future is uncertain; nor is it fair to burden one moment with the weight of the next.
Sufficient unto the moment is the trouble thereof. 95 had to walk a hundred miles, we should still have to set
but one step at a time, and this process continued, would infallibly bring us to our journey's end. Fatigue generally begins, and is always increased, by calculating in a
minute the exertion of hours. 100 Thus, in looking forward to future life, let us recol
lect that we have not to sustain all its toil, to endure all its sufferings, or encounter all its crosses at once. One moment comes laden with its own little burdens, then flies,
and is succeeded by another no heavier than the last:105 if one could be borne, so can another and another.
It seems easier to do right to-morrow than to-day, merely because we forget that when to-morrow comes, then will be now. Thus life passes with many,
lutions for the future, which the present never fulfils. 110 It is not thus with those, who, “by patient continu
ance in well-doing, seek for glory, honour, and immortality.” Day by day, minute by minute, they execute the appointed task, to which the requisite measure of time
and strength is proportioned; and thus, having worked 115 while it was called day, they at length rest from their
labours, and their works “ follow them." Let us then, “whatever our hands find to do, do it with all our might, recollecting that now is the proper and accepted time.”
Valedictory Hymn.-N. ADAMS.
Sung by the Senior Class, at the close of the Anniversary Exercises in the Thoa
logical Seminary, Andover, Sept. 1829.
peace, Publishing the news of pardon,
Through a Saviour's righteousness;
“ Heralds of my Cross, arise!
See thy servants waiting stand;
We will bid you all farewell.
In our songs of social praise,
We shall never
On the mount of God above;
Saviour, bring us
EXERCISE 123. Scene from Pizarró.... Pizarro and Gomez.-KOTZEBUE. Piz. How now, Gomez, what bringest thou?
Gom. On yonder hill, among the palm trees, we have surprised an old Peruvian. Escape by flight he could not, and we seized him unresisting.
Piz. Drag him before us. [Gomez leads in Orozembo.] What art thou, stranger?
Oro. First tell me who is the captain of this band of robbers.
Piz. Audacious! This insolence has sealed thy doom. Die thou shalt, gray headed ruffian. But first confess what thou knowest.
Oro. I know that which thou hast just assured me of, that I shall die.
Piz. Less audacity might have preserved thy life.
Piz. Hear me, old man. Even now we march against the Peruvian army. We know there is a secret path that leads to your strong hold among the rocks. Guide us to that, and name thy reward. If wealth be thy wish
Oro. Ha, ha, ha!
Oro. Yes, thee and thy offer! Wealth! I have the wealth of two gallant sons. I have stored in heaven the riches which repay good actions here! and still my chiefest treasure do I wear about me.
Piz. What is that? Inform me.
Oro. I will, for thou canst never tear it from me. An unsullied conscience.
Piz. I believe there is no other Peruvian who dares speak as thou dost.
Oro. Would I could believe there is no other Spaniard who dares act as thou dost.
Gom. Obdurate Pagan! how numerous is your army?
Gom. Where have you concealed your wives and children?
Oro. In the hearts of their husbands and fathers.
Oro. Know him! Alonzo! Our nation's benefactor, the guardian angel of Peru!
Piz. By what has he merited that title?
Piz. Who is this Rolla, joined with Alonzo in command?
Oro. I will answer that, for I love to speak the hero's
Rolla, the kinsman of the king, is the idol of our army. In war a tiger, in peace a lamb. Cora was once betrothed to him, but finding she preferred Alonzo, he resigned his claim for Cora's happiness. Piz. Romantic savage! I shall meet this Rolla soon.
Oro. Thou hadst better not! the terrors of his noble eye would strike thee dead.
Gom. Silence, or tremble!
Oro. Beardless robber! I never yet have learned to tremble before man—Why before thee, thou less than man!
Gom. Another word, audacious heathen, and I strike!
Second Scene. Sentinel, Rolla and Alonzo.-KOTZEBUE.
[Enter Rolla disguised as a monk.]
Sent. He is.
Rolla. [Advancing towards the door.] Soldier-I must speak with him.
Sent. [Pushing him back with his gun.] Back! back! it is impossible.
Rolla. I do entreat you but for one moment.
Rolla. Look on this wedge of massy gold! Look on these precious gems. In thy land they will be wealth for thee and thine, beyond thy hope or wish. Take them, they are thine, let me but pass one moment with Alonzo.
Sent. Away! Wouldst thou corrupt me? Me, an old
Rolla. Soldier! hast thou a wife?