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He stooped not at the foot-stool stone,
“Thou’rt come," at length the monarch spoke,
Shouted in pride the turbaned peers,"
There came no word—the thunder broke!
Echoed from earth a hollow roar
Still swelled the plague-uprose the blast,
And, lo! that first fierce triumph o'er,
George Croly. A THANKSGIVING SERMON.
MY FRIENDS,- Thanksgiving Day comes, by statute, once a year; to the honest man it comes as frequently as the heart of gratitude will allow, wbich may mean every day, or once in seven days, at least. I know that occasionally, in meeting, perhaps, a person confesses that he is a poor, miserable sinner, but you tell that person the same fact, out of doors, and he will get mad and tear round dreadfully. We are all honest, good, conscientious people, my friends, no matter what any body says.
Now, I propose, my friends, to state a few of the things for us to be thankful for when we are in the mood, of course; for when we are not inclined, who can make us give thanks for any thing? We should be thankful that we know more than any body else; for, are we not capable of talking and giving lectures upon every subject ever talked of? I should like to see the male or female in this audience, who didn't know a great deal more than any body has any idea of !
We should be thankful that we are all good looking. Ain't we? Just look around this audience, and see if you can spot” the person who is, in his own estimation, not good looking. It would be a curious study to be sure, to find in what particular some people are good looking; but it's none of our personal business if a man bas carroty hair, eyes like a new moon, nose like a split pear, mouth like a pair of wallc-irons, chin like a Dutch churn, neck like a gander's, and a body like a crow-bar :-comparatively he is good-looking; that is, there are homelier men and animals than he; so everybody is good looking
to be unexceptionable, in all respects; from the fact that we don't work on Sunday, and eat the big dinners which It has made the women-folks almost tired to death to prepare. Who is the person in this room that is not pious ? I do not care to know him for the present.
We should give thanks that our house is, in many respects, superior to our neighbors. True it may not be as big, nor as fine-looking, nor, indeed, as attractive gen. erally; but it is superior, nevertheless, as we always inform any man who wants to purchase:-we should be very thankful that we can turn things so favorably for our own interests.
We shonld be thankful that our teachers, and our editors, and doctors, and lawyers, are such superior men, as we learn they are, when they come to die and have their epitaphs written.
We should be thankful, in fact, that this world was especially created for our own comfort, convenience, and use; that we have a perfect right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness,-no matter if these do conflict with some other persons wishes, and happiness, and rights.
I hope you will thank me for this recognition of your good qualities, your rights, your glory; and trust I shall be permitted to say of myself, when I retire, “Here lies an hone
Only waiting till the reapers
Have the last sheaf gathered home;
And the autumn winds have come.
The last ripe hours of my heart,
And I lasten to depart.
Only waiting till the angels
Open wide the mystic gate,
Weary, poor, and desolate.
And their voices, far away ;
Only waiting to obey.
Only waiting till the shadows
Are a little longer grown;
of the day's last beam is flown ;
Holy, deathless stars shall rise,
Tread its pathway to the skies.
NOTIIING TO WEAR.
Miss Flora McFlimsey, of Madison Square,
Has made three separate journeys to Paris; And her father assures me, each time she was there,
That she and her friend, Mrs. Harris, Spent six consecutive weeks, without stopping, In one continuous round of shopping; Shopping alone and shopping together, Atall hours of the day, and in all sorts of weather, For all manner of things that a woman can put On the crown of her head, or the sole of her foot, Or wrap round her shoulders, or fit round her waist, Or that can be sewed on, or pinned on, or laced, Or tied on with a string, or stitched on with a bow, In front or behind, above or below; Dresses for home, and the street, and the hall, Dresses for winter, spring, summer, and fall;