rainous state of all these tombs, overthrown, broken, and half open, you would imagine that the last trumpet had already sounded, and that the valley of Jehoshaphat was about to render up its dead. LESSON LIX. Self-taught Men.-EDWARD EVERETT." West, the famous painter, was the son of a Quaker in Philadelphia; he was too poor, at the beginning of his career, to purchase canvass and colors, and he rose eventually to be the first artist in Europe, and president of the Royal Academy at London. Count Rumford was the son of a farmer at Woburn; he never had the advantage of a college education, but used to walk down to Cambridge, to hear the lectures on natural philosophy. He became one of the most eminent philosophers in Europe, founded the Royal Institution in London, and had the merit of bringing forward sir Humphrey Davy, as the lecturer on chemistry in that establishment. Robert Fulton was a portrait-painter in Pennsylvania, without friends or fortune. By his successful labors in perfecting steam-navigation, he has made himself one of the greatest benefactors of man. Whitney, the son of a Massachusetts farmer, was a machinist. His cotton-gin, according to judge Johnson, of the Supreme Court of the United States, has trebled the value of all the cotton lands at the south, and has had an incalculable influence on the agricultural and mechanical industry of the world. Whittemore of West Cambridge, the person who invented the machinery for the manufacture of cards, possessed no other means of improvement than those which are within the reach of every temperate and industrious man. Some of our readers have probably been made acquainted with the modest and sterling merit of the late Mr. Paul Moody. To the efforts of his self-taught mind, the early prosperity of the great manufacturing establishments at Waltham and Lowell is in no small degree owing.-I believe I may say with truth, that not one of these individuals enjoyed, at the outset, superior opportunities for acquiring useful knowledge, to those of most of our readers. These are all departed; but we have living among us illustrious instances of men who, without early advantages, but by the resolute improvement of the few opportunities thrown in their way, have rendered themselves, in like manner, useful to their fellow men, the objects of admiration to those who witness their attainments, and of gratitude to those who reap the fruit of their labor. On a late visit to New Haven, I saw exhibited a most beautiful work of art; two figures in marble, representing the affecting meeting of Jephthah and his daughter, as described in the Bible. The daughter, a lovely young woman, is represented as going forth, with the timbrel in her hand, to meet her father as he returns in triumph from the wars. Her father had rashly vowed to sacrifice to the Lord the first living thing which he should meet on his return; and as his daughter runs forth to embrace him, he rends his garments, and turns his head in agony at the thought of his vow. The young maiden pauses, astonished and troubled at the strange reception. This pathetic scene is beautifully represented in two marble figures of most exquisite taste, finished in a style that would do credit to a master in the art. They are the work of a self-taught artist at New Haven, who began life, I have been informed, as a retailer of liquors. This business he was obliged to give up, under a heavy load of debt. He then turned his attention to carving in wood, and, by his skill and thrift in that pursuit, succeeded in paying off the debts of his former establishment,—to the amount of several thousand dollars. Thus honorably placed at liberty, he has since devoted himself to the profession of a sculptor, and, without education, without funds, without instruction, he has risen at once to extraordinary proficiency in this difficult and beautiful art, and bids fair to enrol his name among the brightest geniuses of his day. LESSON LX. The Graves of a Household.-MRS. HEMANS. THEY grew in beauty, side by side, The same fond mother bent, at night, One, 'midst the forests of the west, The Indian knows his place of rest, The sea, the blue, lone sea hath one,— He was the loved of all, yet none One sleeps where southern vines are dressed, Above the noble slain; He wrapt his colors round his breast, And one-o'er her the myrtle showers And parted thus they rest, who played They that with smiles lit up the hall, And nought beyond, O earth! LESSON LXI. The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.-MRS. HEMANS, THE breaking waves dashed high, And the heavy night hung dark When a band of exiles moored their barl Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear : They shook the depths of the desert's gloom Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea! And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang The ocean-eagle soared From his nest, by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roaredThis was their welcome home! There were men with hoary hair There was woman's fearless eye, There was manhood's brow serenely high, What sought they thus afar? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?- Ay, call it holy ground The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained, what there they found- LESSON LXII. The Pilgrim's Progress.-GEORGE B. CHEEVER. PERHAPS no other work could be named which, admired by cultivated minds, has had, at the same time, such an ameliorating effect on the lower classes in society as the Pilgrim's Progress. It is a book so full of native good sense, that no mind can read it without gaining in wisdom and vigor of judgment. What an amazing effect it must have produced, in this way, on the mass of common minds brought under its power! We cannot compute the good it has thus accomplished on earth. It is one of the books that, by being connected with the dearest associations of childhood, always retains its hold on the heart, and exerts a double influence, when, at a graver age, and less under the despotism given to imagination in childhood, we read it with a serene and thoughtful perception of its meaning. How many children have become better citizens of the world through life, from the perusal of this book almost in |