EVENING AT THE FARM. Over the hill the farm-boy goes; The early dews are falling; Into the stone heap darts the mink; The swallows skim the river's brink; Cheerily calling, "Co', boss! co', boss! co'! co'! co'!" Farther, farther, over the hill, Faintly calling, calling still, "Co', boss! co', boss! co'! co'! co'!" Now to her task the milkmaid goes. The new milch heifer is quick and shy, Soothingly calling: "So, boss! so, boss! so! so! so!" To supper at last the farmer goes. The housewife's hand has turned the lock; "Co', boss! co', boss, co'! co'! co'!" Drums in the pail with the flashing streams, J. T. TROWBRIDGE, RAIN ON THE ROOF. When the humid shadows hover over all the starry spheres, Every tinkle on the shingles has an echo in the heart, Now in fancy comes my mother, as she used to years agone, Then my little seraph sister, with her wings and waving hair, And her bright-eyed, cherub brother-a serene, angelic pairGlide around my wakeful pillow with their praise or mild reproof, As I listen to the murmur of the soft rain on the roof. And another comes to thrill me with her eyes' delicious blue, There is naught in art's bravuras that can work with such a spell, COATES KINNEY. NATIONAL CHARACTER. 1. The loss of a firm national character, or the degradation of a nation's honor, is the inevitable prelude to her destruction. Behold the once proud fabric of a Roman empire-an empire carrying its arts and arms into every part of the Eastern continent; the monarchs of mighty kingdoms dragged at the wheels of her triumphal chariots; her eagle waving over the ruins of de-olated countries. Where is her splendor, her wealth, her power, her glory? Extinguished forever. Her moldering temples, the mournful vestiges of her former grandeur, afford a shelter to her muttering monks. Where are her statesmen, her sages, her philosophers, her orators, her generals? Go to their solitary tombs and inquire. She lost her national character, and her des'ruction followed. The ramparts of her national pride were broken down, and v in Jalism desolated her classic fields. 2. Such, the warning voice of antiquity, the example of all epublics, proclaim may be our fat. But let us no longer indulge these gloomy anticipations. The commencement of our liber y presages the dawn of a brighter period to the world. That bold, enterprising spirit which conducted our heroes to peace and safety, and gave us a lofty rank amid the empires of the world, still animates the bosoms of their descendants. Look back to that moment when they unbarred the dungeons of the slave and dashed his fetters to the earth; when the sword of a Washington leaped from its scabbard to. avenge the slaughter of our countrymen. Place their example before you. Let the sparks of their veteran wisdom flash across your minds, and the sacred altar of your liberty, crowned with immortal honors, rise before you. Relying on the virtue, the courage, the patriotism, and the strength of our country, we may expect our national character will become more energetic, our citizens more enlightened, and we may hail the age as not far distant when will be heard, as the proudest exclamation of man, I AM AN AMERICAN! MAXEY |