calculated to describe the operation in question. It does not picture an image at all resembling the proceedings of the true friends of mankind. It much more resembles the progress of the enemy to all improvement. The conqueror moves in a march. He stalks onward with the "pride, pomp, and circumstance of war"-banners flying-shouts rending the air-guns thundering—and martial music pealing, to drown the shrieks of the wounded, and the lamentations for the slain.

2. Not thus the schoolmaster, in his peaceful vocation. He meditates and prepares in secret the plans which are to bless mankind; he slowly gathers round him those who are to further their execution-he quietly, though firmly, advances in his humble path, laboring steadily, but calmly, till he has opened to the light all the recess'es of ignorance, and torn up by the roots the weeds of vice. His is a progress not to be compared with any thing like a march; but it leads to a far more brilliant triumph, and to laurels more imperishable than the destroyer of his species, the scourge of the world, ever won.

3. Such men-men deserving the glorious title of Teachers of Mankind-I have found, laboring conscientiously, though. verhaps, obscurely, in their blessèd vocation, wherever I have gone. I have found them, and shared their fellowship, among the daring, the ambitious, the ardent, the indomitably active French; I have found them among the persevering, resolute, industrious Swiss; I have found them among the laborious, the warm-hearted, the enthusiastic Germans; I have found them among the high-minded, but enslaved Italians; and in our own country, God be thanked, their number, everywhere abound, and are every day increasing.

4. Their calling is high and holy; their fame is the property of nations; their renown will fill the earth in after ages, in proportion as it sounds not far off in their own times. Each one of those great teachers of the world, possessing his soul in peace, performs his appointed course; awaits in patience the fulfillment of the promises; and, resting from his labors, bequeaths his memory to the generation whom his works have blessed, and sleeps under the humble but not inglorious epitaph, commemorating "one in whom mankind lost a friend, and no man got rid of an enemy." BROUGHAM.

HENRY BROUGHAM, the distinguished philanthropist, orator, and statesina, was born in Westmoreland, England, in 1779. He received his preparatory education at the high schoo! in Edinburgh, and in 1795 entered the university where his course was a complete triumph. He was one of the projectors and chief contributors of the Edinburgh Review, and in 1803 published “An Inquiry into the Colonial Policy of the European Powers," which at once called the attention of the public to its author. After his admission to the Scottish bar, he visited the north of Europe, and on his return commenced practice in the Court of King's Bench, London, where he soon gained both popularity and emolument He first entered Parliament in 1810, and here the vastness and universality o his acquirements, his singular activity, and untiring energies rendered him very serviceable in the promotion of reforms. He was elected Lord Rector of the University of Glasgow in 1825, and was president of the "Society for the Dif fusion of Useful Knowledge," established in 1827. He was appointed Lord Chancellor and elevated to the peerage in 1830. Since 1834 he has been constantly exerting his transcendent abilities in the House of Lords in favor of all measures that are calculated to advance the best interests of society. Among his most valuable works are, "Biography of Eminent Statesmen and Men of Letters in the Reign of George III.," 3 vols. ; “ A Discourse on Natural Theology," and an edition of his Parliamentary Speeches, revised by himself. His speeches unquestionably stand in the very first rank of oratorical masterpieces.

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173. THE FAMINE.

THE long and dreary Winter!

O the cold and cruel Winter!
Ever thicker, thicker, thicker
Froze the ice on lake and river;
Ever deeper, deeper, deeper

Fell the snow o'er all the landscape,
Fell the covering snow, and drifted
Through the forest, round the village.
Hardly from his buried wigwam
Could the hunter force a passage;
With his mittens and his snow-shoes
Vainly walk'd he through the forest,
Sought for bird or beast and found none,
Saw no track of deer or rabbit,
In the snow beheld no footprints,
In the ghastly, gleaming forest
Fell, and could not rise from weakness,
Perish'd there from cold and hunger.

2. O the famine and the fever!
O the wasting of the famine!

O the blasting of the fever!
O the wailing of the children!
O the anguish of the women!

All the earth was sick and famish'd;
Hungry was the air around them,
Hungry was the sky above them,

And the hungry stars in heaven
Like the eyes of wolves glared at them.

3. Into Hiawatha's' wigwam

Came two other guests, as silent
As the ghosts were, and as gloomy,
Waited not to be invited,

Did not parley at the doorway,
Sat there without word of welcome
In the seat of Laughing Water;
Looked with haggard eyes and hollow
At the face of Laughing Water.
And the foremost said: "Behold me!

I am Famine, Bukadawin!"

And the other said! "Behold me!
I am Fever, Ahkosewin!"
And the lovely Minneha'ha
Shudder'd as they look'd upon her,
Shudder'd at the words they utter'd,
Lay down on her bed in silence,
Hid her face, but made no answer;
Lay there trembling, freezing, burning
At the looks they cast upon her,
At the fearful words they utter'd.

4. Fōrth into the empty forest
Rushed the madden'd Hiawatha;
In his heart was deadly sorrow,
In his face a stony firmness,

1 Hiawatha (he a wå' tha), the wise man, the teacher; the name of the hero of the tale.- MINNEHA'HA, Laughing Water, a water-fall o a stream running into the Mississippi, between Fort Sneiling and the falls of St. Anthony; the Indian name of Hiawatha's wife, the heroine of the tale

On his brow the sweat of anguish
Started, but it froze and fell not.
Wrapp'd in furs and arm'd for hunting,
With his mighty bow of ash-tree,
With his quiver full of ǎrrōws,
With his mittens, Minjekahwuu,

Into the vast and vacant forest

On his snow-shoes strode he forward.

5. "Gitchè Man'ito,' the Mighty!"
Cried he with his face uplifted
In that bitter hour of anguish,
"Give your children food, O father!
Give us food, or we must perish!
Give me food for Minnehaha,
For my dying Minnehaha!"
Through the far-resounding forest,
Through the forest vast and vacant
Rang that cry of desolation,

But there came no other answer
Than the echo of his crying,
Than the echo of the woodlands,
"MINNEHAHA! MINNEHAHA!"

6. All day long roved Hiawatha
In that melancholy forest,
Through the shadow of whose thickets,
In the pleasant days of Summer,
Of that ne'er forgotten Summer,

He had brought his young wife homeward
From the land of the Dacotahs;'
When the birds sang in the thickets,
And the streamlets laugh'd and glisten'd,
And the air was full of fragrance,

And the lovely Laughing Water
Said with voice that did not tremble,

"I will follow you, my husband!"

'GITCHE MAN'ITO, the Great Spirit; the Master of Life.-Då co' tah or Sioux Indians, a numerous and powerful tribe, inhabiting the terri tory between the Missouri and Mississippi rivers.

7 In the wigwam with Noko'mis,'

With those gloomy guests, that watch'd her
With the Famine and the Fever,

She was lying, the Beloved,
She the dying Minnehaha.

"Hark!" she said, "I hear a rushing,
Hear a roaring and a rushing,
Hear the Falls of Minnehaha
Calling to me from a distance!"
"No, my child!" said old Nokomis,
"'Tis the night-wind in the pine-trees!"
"Look!" she said; "I see my father
Standing lonely at his doorway,
Beckoning to me from his wigwam

In the land of the Dacotabs!"

No, my child!" said old Nokomis,

""T is the smoke that waves and beckons !"

8. "Ah!" she said, "the eyes

of Pau'guk

Glare upon me in the darkness,
I can feel his icy fingers

Clasping mine amid the darkness!
Hiawatha! Hiawatha!"

And the desolate Hiawatha,
Far away amid the forest,

Miles away among the mountains,
Heard that sudden cry of anguish,
Heard the voice of Minnehaha
Calling to him in the darkness,
"HIAWATHA! HIAWATHA!"

9 Over snow-fields waste and pathless,
Under snow encumber'd branches,
Homeward hurried Hiawatha,
Empty-handed, heavy-hearted,
Heard Nokomis moaning, wailing:
"Wahono'win!3 Wahonowin'

Would that I had perish'd for you,

'NOKO'MIS. the grandmother of Hiawatha.- PAU'GUK, death.- Wa bo no' win, an Indian cry of lamentation.