"A mist envelops them; I cannot trace
Their outline; but the day comes on apace.
The clouds roll up in gold and amber flakes,

And all the stars grow dim. The morning breaks."
"We thank thee, lonely watcher on the tower;
But look again; and tell us, hour by hour,
All thou beholdest; many of us die
Ere the day comes; oh, give them a reply!"

I hope, but cannot tell. I hear a song,
Vivid as day itself, and clear and strong,
As of a lark-young prophet of the noon—
Pouring in sunlight his seraphic tune."

"What doth he say-oh, watcher on the tower?
Is he a prophet? Doth the dawning hour
Inspire his music? Is his chant sublime,
Fill'd with the glories of the Future time?”
"He prophesies;-his heart is full-his lay
Tells of the brightness of a peaceful day-
A day not cloudless, nor devoid of storm,
But sunny for the most, and clear and warm."
"We thank thee, watcher on the lonely tower,
For all thou tellest. Sings he of an hour
When Error shall decay, and Truth grow strong,
And Right shall rule supreme and vanquish Wrong?"

"He sings of Brotherhood, and joy and peace,
Of days when jealousies and hate shall cease;
When war shall die, and man's progressive mind
Soar as unfetter'd as its God design'd."

"Well done! thou watcher on the lonely tower!
Is the day breaking? dawns the happy hour?
We pine to see it :-tell us, yet again,
If the broad daylight breaks upon the plain?"

"It breaks-it comes-the misty shadows fly:-
A rosy radiance gleams upon the sky;
The mountain-tops reflect it calm and clear;
The plain is yet in shade, but day is near."

THE GOOD TIME COMING.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:
We may not live to see the day,
But earth shall glisten in the ray
Of the good time coming.
Cannon-balls may aid the truth,

But thought's a weapon stronger;
We'll win our battle by its aid ;-
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:

The pen shall supersede the sword,
And Right, not Might, shall be the lord,
In the good time coming.

Worth, not Birth, shall rule mankind,
And be acknowledged stronger;

The proper impulse has been given ;—
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,

A good time coming:

War in all men's eyes shall be
A monster of iniquity

In the good time coming.
Nations shall not quarrel then,

To prove which is the stronger;
Nor slaughter men for glory's sake;—
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:
Hateful rivalries of creed

Shall not make their martyrs bleed
In the good time coming.
Religion shall be shorn of pride,
And flourish all the stronger;
And Charity shall trim her lamp ;-
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:
The people shall be temperate,
And shall love instead of hate,
In the good time coming.
They shall use, and not abuse,
And make all virtue stronger,
The reformation has begun ;—
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,

A good time coming: Let us aid it all we can, Every woman, every man,

The good time coming.

Smallest helps, if rightly given,

Make the impulse stronger;

'Twill be strong enough one day;—

Wait a little longer.

THE THREE PREACHERS.

There are three preachers, ever preaching,

Fill'd with eloquence and power.

One is old, with locks of white,

Skinny as an anchorite;

And he preaches every hour

With a shrill fanatic voice,

And a bigot's fiery scorn:"BACKWARD! ye presumptuous nations; Man to misery is born!

Born to drudge, and sweat, and suffer-
Born to labor and to pray;
BACKWARD! ye presumptuous nations,
Back!-be humble and obey!"

The second is a milder preacher;
Soft he talks, as if he sung;
Sleek and slothful is his look,
And his words, as from a book,
Issue glibly from his tongue.
With an air of self-content,

High he lifts his fair white hands:
"STAND YE STILL! ye restless nations;
And be happy, all ye lands!
Fate is law, and law is perfect;
If ye meddle, ye will mar;
Change is rash, and ever was so:
We are happy as we are."

Mightier is the younger preacher;
Genius flashes from his eyes:
And the crowds who hear his voice,
Give him, while their souls rejoice,
Throbbing bosoms for replies.
Awed they listen, yet elated,

While his stirring accents fall;—
"FORWARD! ye deluded nations,
Progress is the rule of all:
Man was made for healthful effort;
Tyranny has crush'd him long;
He shall march from good to better,
And do battle with the wrong.

"Standing still is childish folly,

Going backward is a crime; None should patiently endure Any ill that he can cure:

ONWARD! keep the march of Time. Onward! while a wrong remains To be conquer'd by the right; While oppression lifts a finger To affront us by his might: While an error clouds the reason Of the universal heart, Or a slave awaits his freedom, Action is the wise man's part.

"Lo! the world is rich in blessingsEarth and Ocean, Flame and Wind

Have unnumber'd secrets still,

To be ransack'd when you will,

For the service of mankind;

Science is a child as yet,

And her power and scope shall grow, And her triumphs in the future

Shall diminish toil and woe;

Shall extend the bounds of pleasure
With an ever-widening ken,
And of woods and wildernesses
Make the homes of happy men.

"ONWARD!-there are ills to conquer,
Daily wickedness is wrought,
Tyranny is swoll'n with Pride,
Bigotry is deified,

Error intertwined with Thought,
Vice and Misery ramp and crawl.
Root them out, their day has pass'd:
Goodness is alone immortal;

Evil was not made to last:-
ONWARD! and all Earth shall aid us
Ere our peaceful flag be furl'd."
And the preaching of this preacher
Stirs the pulses of the world.

THE BROTHERS HARE.

FEW books contain more gems of instructive and suggestive thought, than the <wo volumes of "Guesses at Truth," first and second series, by the two brothers, Charles Julius and Augustus Hare, clergymen of the Church of England. The latter died a few years ago, and the duty of editing their joint productions devolved on the present archdeacon, Charles Julius Hare, whose contributions are marked by the letter U., while those with other marks are written either by his brother or by some congenial friends. In the original preface, the editor says,"If I am addressing one of that numerous class who need to be told what to think, let me advise you to meddle with the book no further. You wish to buy a house ready furnisht: do not come to look for it in a stone-quarry. But, if you are building up your own opinions for yourself, and only want to be provided with materials, you may meet with many things in these pages to suit you."

WHAT YOUTH SHOULD LEARN.

The teachers of youth, in a free country, should select those books for their chief study-so far, I mean, as this world is concerned which are best adapted to foster a spirit of manly freedom. The duty of preserving the liberty which our ancestors, through God's blessing, won, establisht, and handed down to us, is no less imperative than any commandment in the second table, if it be not the concentration of the whole. And is this duty to be learnt from the investigations of science? Is it to be pickt up in the crucible? or extracted from the properties of lines and numbers? I fear there is a moment of broken lights in the intellectual day of civilized countries, when, among the manifold refractions of Knowledge, Wisdom is almost lost sight of.

FREE TRADE.

A statesman may do much for commerce, most by leaving it alone. A river never flows so smoothly as when it follows its own course, without either aid or check. Let it make its own bed: it will do so better than you can.

MILTON.

Of Milton's mind, the leading characteristic is its unity. He has the thoughts of all ages at his command; but he has made them his own. He sits "high on a throne of royal state, adorned With all the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, And where the gorgeous East with richest hand Has showered barbaric pearl and gold." There are no false gems in him, no tinsel. It seems as if nothing could dwell in his mind but what was grand and sterling.