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homes the virtues they have learned from you. Perchance, in newer settlements, to diffuse the energy of right habits, and the high influence of pure principles. Gone! to learn the luxury of lite's most intense affections, and wisely to train their own young blossoms for time and for eternity. Praise God that it is so.

Some are dead.They have gone a little before. They have shown you the way through that gate where all the living must pass. Vill not their voice of welcome be sweet in the skies? Dream ye not sometimes that ye hear the echo of their harpstrings? Is not your eternal home brought nearer and made dearer by them? Then praise God. ?

Pust Meridian.


ALEXANDER HILL EVERETT, son of Rev. Oliver Everett, of Dorchester, Massachusetts, was born in Boston, March 19, 1790, and graduated with very distinguished reputation at Harvard University, in 1806. After leaving college, he was av usher in Phillips Exeter Academy, and then engaged in the study of the law. In 1809, be accompanied John Quincy Adams, as secretary of legation, to St. Petersburg; and after that his life was more devoted to diplomatic pursuits than to the legal profession.

In 1815, he again went to Europe as secretary of legation at the court of the King of the Netherlands, and returned home in 1817. In 1818 he embarked again for Holland, having been appointed chargé d'affaires; and in 1825 he accepted the position of ambassador at the court of Madrid, where he remained till 1829. A few months after his return to the United States from Madrid, Mr. Everett became the editor and principal proprietor of the “ North American Review." He had long been a leading contributor to this journal, and under his charge it was materially improved. About the year 1832, he engaged actively in polities, and, in 1815, was appointed commissioner to China ; but, in consequence of ill health, he proceeded no farther than Rio Janeiro, whence he returned to the United States. After an interval of several months, he again sailed for Canton, but had hardly become settled in his new residence, when bis mortal career was terminated, on the 28th of June, 1817.

Mr. Everett was one of the most eminent literary men of our country; proficient in the languages and literature of modern Europe, in philosophy, in diplomacy, the law of nations, and all the learning requisite for a statesman; and in his death our country incurred the loss of one who had served her ably and faithfully abroail, and bad contributed essentially to elevate, among European scholars, the character of American literature.

Besides bis numerous contributions to periodicals, Mr. Everett's principal ribli-hed works aro, Europe,-a treatise on the political condition of Europe in 1:21. published in 1822; America,--a similar treatise on our country, published in 1925; and War Rivas on Population, suggested by, and a reply to, Malthus and

his school, published in 1827. Two volumes of his Critical and Miscellaneous Essays had been published before his death, and he was, at the time of that event, preparing for a continuation of the series.!


Whatever may be the extent of the distress in England, or the difficulty of finding any remedies for it which shall be at once practicable and sufficient, it is certain that the symptoms of decline have not yet displayed themselves on the surface; and no country in Europe, at the present day, probably none that ever flourished at any preceding period of ancient or of modern times, ever exhibited so strongly the outward marks of general industry, wealth, and prosperity. The misery that exists, whatever it may be, retires from public view; and the traveller sees no traces of it except in the beggars,—which are not more numerous than they are on the Continent,—in the courts of justice, and in the newspapers. On the contrary, the impressions he receives from the objects that meet his view are almost uniformly agreeable. He is pleased with the great attention paid to his personal accommodation as a traveller, with the excellent roads, and the conveniences of the public carriages and inns. The country everywhere exhibits the appearance of high cultivation, or else of wild and picturesque beauty; and even the unimproved lands are disposed with taste and skill, so as to embellish the landscape very highly, if they do not contribute as they might to the substantial comfort of the people. From every eminence, extensive parks and grounds, spreading far and wide over hill and vale, interspersed with dark woods and variegated with bright waters, unroll themselves before the eye, like enchanted gardens. And while the elegant constructions of the modern proprietors fill the mind with images of ease and luxury, the mouldering ruins that remain of fornier ages, of the castles and churches of their feudal ancestors, increase the interest of the picture by contrast, and associate with it poetical and affecting recollections of other times and manners. Every village seems to be the chosen residence of Industry, and her handmaids, Neatness and Comfort; and, in the various parts of the island, her operations present themselves under the most amusing and agreeable variety of forms. Sometimes her votaries are mounting to the skies in manufactories of innumerable stories in height, and sometimes diving in mines into the bowels of the earth, or dragging up drowned treasures from

! Read an excellent biographical sketch of Mr. Everett in the tenth volumo of the “ Democratic Review," and an article on his Essays in the eighteenth volume of the same

the bottom of the sea. At one time the ornamented grounds of a wealthy proprietor seem to realize the fabled Elysium; and again, as you pass in the evening through some village engaged in the iron manufacture, where a thousand forges are feeding at once their dark-red fires, and clouding the air with their volumes of smoke, you might think yourself, for a moment, a little too near some drearier residence.



Independence and liberty—the great political objects of all communities—have been secured to us by our glorious ancestors. In these respects, we are only required to preserve and transmit unimpaired to our posterity the inheritance which our fathers bequeathed to us. To the present and to the following generations is left the easier task of enriching, with arts and letters, the proud fabric of our national glory. Our Sparta is indeed a noble

Let us then do our best for it. Let me not, however, be understood to intimate that the pursuits of literature or the finer arts of life have been, at any period of our history, foreign to the people of this country. The founders of the colonies, the Winthrops, the Smiths, the Raleighs, the Penns, the Oglethorpes, were among the most accomplished scholars and elegant writers, as well as the loftiest and purest spirits, of their time. Their successors have constantly sustained, in this respect, the high standard established by the founders. Education and religion—the two great cares of intellectual and civilized men-were always with them the foremost objects of attention. The principal statesmen of the Revolution were persons of high literary cultivation : their public documents were declared, by Lord Chatham, to be equal to the finest specimens of Greek and Roman wisdom. In every generation, our country has contributed its full proportion of eminent writers.

In this respect, then, our fathers did their part; our friends of the present generation are doing theirs, and doing it well. But thus far the relative position of England and the United States has been such that our proportional contribution to the common literature was naturally a small one. England, by her great superiority in wealth and population, was, of course, the head-quarters of science and learning. All this is rapidly changing.

You are already touching the point when your wealth and population will equal those of England. The superior rapidity of your progress will, at no distant period, give you the ascendency. It will then belong to your position to take the lead in arts and letters, as in policy, and to give the tone to the literature of the language. Let it be your care and study not to show yourselves unequal to this



high calling,—to vindicate the honor of the New World in this generous and friendly competition with the Old. You will perhaps be told that literary pursuits will disqualify you for the active business of life. Heed not the idle assertion. Reject it as a mere imagination, inconsistent with principle, unsupported by experience. Point out, to those who make it, the illustrious chiracters who have reaped in every age the highest honors of studious and active exertion. Show them Demosthenes, forging by the light of the midnight lamp those thunderbolts of eloquence which

“Shook the arsenal and fulmined over Greece,

To Macedon and Artaxerxes' throne.” Ak them if Cicero would have been hailed with rapture as the father of his country, if he had not been its pride and pattern in philosophy and letters. Inquire whether Cæsar, or Frederick, or Bonaparte, or Wellington, or Washington, fought the worse because they knew how to write their own commentaries. Remind them of Franklin, tearing at the same time the lightning from heaven and the sceptre from the hands of the oppressor. Do they say to you that study will lead you to skepticism? Recall to their memory the venerable names of Bacon, Milton, Newton, and Locke. Would they persuade you that devotion to learning will withdraw your steps from the paths of pleasure? Tell them they are mistaken. Tell them that the only true pleasures are those which result from the diligent exercise of all the faculties of body, and mind, and heart, in pursuit of noble ends by noble means. Repeat to them the ancient apologue of the youthful Hercules, in the pride of strength and beauty, giving up his generous soul to the worship of virtue. Tell them your choice is also made. Tell them, with the illustrious Roman orator, you would rather be in the wrong with Plato than in the right with Epicurus. Tell them that a mother in Sparta would have rather seen her son brought home from battle a corpse upon his shield, than dishonored by its loss. Tell them that your mother is America, your battle the warfare of life, your shield the breastplate of religion.

Though Mr. Everett is most known by his vigorous and classic prose, yet he publisheul a volume of original and translated Poems, in 1815, wbich are a credit to our literature. From these I select the following spirited lines :


Scion of a mighty stock! Hands of iron,--hearts of oak,Follow with unflinching tread Wirere the noble fathers led.

Craft and subtle treachery, Gallant youth! are not for thee; Follow thou in word and deeds Where the God within thee leads

Honesty with steady eye,
Truth and pure simplicity,
Love that gently winneth hearts,
These shall be thy only arts.

Prudent in the council train,
Dauntless on the battle plain,
Ready at thy country's need
For her glorious cause to bleed.

Where the dews of night distil
Upon Vernon's holy hill;
Where above it, gleaming far,
Freedom lights her guiding star,

Thither turn the steady eye,
Flashing with a purpose high;
Thither with devotion meet
Often turu the pilgrim feet.

Let thy noble motto be
God,—the Country,-Liberty!
Planted on Religion's rock,
Thou shalt stand in every shock.

Laugh at danger far or near;
Spurn at baseness, spurn at fear;
Still, with persevering might,
Speak the truth and do the right.

So shall peace, a charming guest,
Dovelike in thy bosom rest;
So shall honor's steady blaze
Beam upon thy closing days.

Happy if celestial favor
Smile upon the high endeavor;
Happy if it be thy call
In the holy cause to fall.


GEORGE TICKNOR was born in Boston, Massachusetts, August 1, 1791, and graduated at Dartmouth College in 1807. After devoting three years to ancient classics and general literature, he entered upon the study of the law, and in 1813 was admitted to the bar. But his literary tastes proved too strong for his professional, and in 1815 he embarked for Europe, where, in many of her capitals, and in Göttingen University, he spent five years in studying the languages and literature of Europe, and returned in 1820, to enter upon the Professorship of Modern Languages and Literature in Harvard University, to which during bis absence he bad been appointed. The courses of lectures which he delivered, year after year, upon French and Spanish literature; upon eminent Europeans, as Dante and Goethe; on the English poets, and other kindred topics, excited the deepest interest, and were pronounced by the most competent judges to be of the very highest order, not only from the beauty and richness of their style, but from their stores of learning, and the fund of valuable information they conveyed. Indeed, the enthusiasm they enkindled among the students of Harvard, formed quite an era in the history of that venerable seat of learning.

After laboring fifteen years, Professor Ticknor resigned his professorship, and, with his family, paid another visit to Europe. In 1840, after his return home, he entered actively upon the composition of his great work, The History of Spanish Literature, which in 1819 made its appearance, in three octavo volumes, both in this country and in England.' It at once arrested the attention of scholars on both sides of the Atlantic, and received the highest encomiums from the principal journals of England and the Continent. It has been translated into the Spanish

In the “Christian Examiner" for January, 1850, will be found a most genial and scholarly review of Mr. Ticknor's great work, by George S. Hillaru.

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