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spot, on which is a small white marble cenotaph, denoting that the remains of him, whose name it bears, are not there: The sea his body, Heaven his spirit, holds.' So says the inscription, and to that sentiment, daily and nightly responds the parent's heart,

On beds of green sea-flower his limbs have been laid;
Around his white bones the red coral shall grow ;
Of his fair auburn locks threads of amber be made,
And every part suit to its mansion below.

Days, months, years, and ages, shall circle away,
And still the vast waters above him shall roll;
Earth loses his pattern for ever and aye,

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Peace to his soul.

"But, Reader! it is not to make a parade of personal sorrow that your attention is demanded. It is that you may bear witness to the kindness of a class of men, than which a worthier exists not on the earth. 'BOSTON MECHANICS ERECTED THIS CENOTAPH HERE.' Boston Mechanics. Around that simple expression is entwined the idea of all that is upright in motive, honorable in action, generous in feeling, faithful in friendship, pure as immortal truth in the genuine sympathies of nature. Long may it be, before the votive marble shall record the end of your virtuous labors. And when the hour of departure shall arrive, may he, whose name ye have made sacred in memory, be the first to welcome your entrance among the spirits of the just made perfect."

Sept. 25, 1838.

THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR.

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"Reader! We meet no more till the year 1838,another of those brief periods, by which the march of Time is measured, shall be numbered with the thousands, which have gone before it. To-morrow, if it should come to us, will open upon us a New Year, impose upon us new duties and responsibilities, unfold new sources of pleasure, expose us to untried afflictions and calamities, and bless us with new opportunities and means of usefulness and improvement. With such views and prospects, who would pluck a feather from the wing of Time, or protract the approach of that crisis, when Faith shall be lost in sight, and Hope absorbed in possession?

Heaven waxeth old, and all the spheres above

Shall one day faint, and their swift motion stay;
And Time itself, in time shall cease to move;
Only the soul survives and lives for aye.

Our bodies, every footstep that they make,
March towards death, until at last they die ;
Whether we work or play, or sleep or wake,

Our life doth pass, and with Time's wings doth fly.

But to the Soul, Time doth perfection give,
And adds fresh lustre to her beauty still;

And makes her in eternal youth to live,

Like HER, which nectar to the gods doth fill.

The more she lives, the more she feeds on truth;

The more she feeds, her strength doth more increase;

And what is strength, but an effect of youth,

Which, if Time nurse, how can it ever cease?"
December 31, 1838.

THANKSGIVING.

"The rolling year' has once more brought round this time-honored festival, -a festival hallowed to the natives of New-England, by reminiscences, which impart new impulse to gratitude, and associations, which strengthen the bonds of affection. To the old, who can look back through the vista of threescore years, numberless are the scenes that pass before them, as visions of pleasure; and how reviving is it to those, in whose veins the current of life has begun to slacken in its motion, to live over again, even for a few moments, the innocent frolics of past-days! And while these enjoy the present by mingling with the past, the young live the future in the instant,' and thus all ages find the ingredients of the exhilarating cup, so compounded that all may taste and bless the Benefactor.

"On similar occasions, heretofore, we have exhorted, somewhat in detail, all classes of our readers, to observe this festival with thankful hearts, and have enumerated many causes, which called for the exercise of lively gratitude. Those causes, at this time, are no less in number, nor less entitled to consideration; but we dislike the continued repetition of old sermons,unless they are better than we can write, and we, therefore, on the present occasion, shall admonish our hearers (readers we should have said) of their obligations to a proper observance of the day,considering them as divided into three classes only,

that is to say, the Rich, the Poor, and those who stand between these two divisions of society, belonging

to neither, and yet mingling with both, and holding them together as one' body politic, like the cement or the solder which the mechanic uses to make different materials cohere and form one indivisible mass.

"I. Go to, now, ye Rich men, rejoice and be thankful in the abundance of your possessions. Ye have sought out the way to wealth, and God hath given you a prosperous issue. He hath sent home your ships laden with the riches of distant climes; they have been wafted over bottomless gulfs by his auspicious gales; his hand hath kept them on the surface of ruffled oceans; and his lamp, in the northern sky, hath guided them across pathless wastes of waters to their destination. His rains have watered your ground, and your thirsty furrows have drunk in fatness from his clouds and his dews. His creative energies have covered your fields with food for man and beast, and your pastures with beasts of burden and animals for your service. Your garments are not moth-eaten, nor your gold and silver cankered. Thieves have not robbed you of your treasure, nor the fire consumed your substance. Your cents have swelled to dollars, and your dollars have brightened to eagles. Down, down on your knees and worship,— not your dollars and eagles, your ships and storehouses, your fields and flocks, but HIM, who gave them, and permits you to enjoy them; HIM, who hath appointed you his treasurers and almoners, and will call upon you to give a strict account of your stewardship; who will allow you large commissions for that which you employ in his service; and will exact compound interest for all you mis-spend in wantonness

and riotous living. Be thankful, moreover, that ye live in a land where Honor waits on Wealth, and oft-times goes, 'a pilgrim gray,' to worship at its shrine. Here no despotic prince justifies an assessment on your purse, because it contains what he wants, nor lays claim to your teeth, while he gives you the privilege of redeeming them at the price of thousands of each. Whatever has been given you, all that you have, is yours, and with it you may purchase distinction, service, honor, praise, gratitude, happiness. Rejoice, then, O rich man, in thy wealth, and let it cheer thy heart and delight thine eyes; but know thou, that unless thou render to the Giver praise and thanksgiving, God will bring thee unto judgement.

But

Wealthy men, that have estates to lose,

Whose conscious thoughts are full of inward guilt,

May shake with horror,

To have their actions sifted, or to appear

Before their Judge.

That man is blest, who stands in awe
Of God, and loves his sacred law;
His seed on earth shall be renowned;
His house, the seat of wealth, shall be
An inexhausted treasury,

And with successive honors crowned.

"II. Ye, Poor,- (or rather ye, who call yourselves poor, for in this goodly land we have no such poor, as starve in other countries,) — thank God, and take courage. If he has not given you riches beyond your capacity to calculate, he has given you skilful hands, intelligent heads, innocent hearts, moderate desires, economical habits, health, strength, resolution, perse

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