can claim for his country Lacedæmonian heroism, but that more than Spartan valor and more than Roman magnificence is required of her. Go, then, ye laborers in a noble cause; gather the young Catholic and the young Protestant alike into the nursery of freedom, and teach them there that, although Religion has many and different shrines on which may be made the offering of a "broken spirit," which God will not despise; yet that their country has appointed only one altar and one sacrifice for all her sons, and that ambition and avarice must be slain on that altar, for it is consecrated to HUMANITY. HAMILTON AND JAY.-Rev. Dr. Hawks. It were, indeed, a bold task to venture to draw into comparison the relative merits of Jay and Hamilton, on the fame and fortunes of their country,—a bold task,—and yet, bold as it is, we feel impelled, before closing, at least to venture on opening it. They were undoubtedly, "par nobile fratrum," and yet not twin brothers,-"pares sed impares,"-like, but unlike. In patriotic attachment equal, for who would venture therein to assign to either the superiority; yet was that attachment, though equal in degree, yet far different in kind: with Hamilton it was a sentiment, with Jay a principle,-with Hamilton enthusiastic passion, with Jay duty as well as love,—with Hamilton patriotism was the paramount law, with Jay a law "sub graviori lege" (under a weightier law). Either would have gone through fire and water to do his country service, and laid down freely his life for her safety, Hamilton with the roused courage of a lion,-Jay with the calm fearlessness of a man; or rather, Hamilton's courage would have been that of the soldier,—Jay's that of the Christian. Of the latter it might be truly said,— "Conscience made him firm, That boon companion, who her strong breastplate And bids him on, and fear not.' In intellectual power, in depth, and grasp, and versatility of mind, as well as in all the splendid and brilliant parts which captivate and adorn, Hamilton was greatly, not to say immeasurably, Jay's superior. In the calm and deeper wisdom of practical duty, in the government of others, and still more in the government of himself,-in seeing clearly the right, and following it whithersoever it led, firmly, patiently, self-deniedly, Jay was again greatly, if not immeasurably, Hamilton's superior. In statesmanlike talent, Hamilton's mind had in it more of "constructive" power HAMILTON AND JAY. 133 Jay's of " executive."-Hamilton had GENIUS, Jay had WISDOM. We would have taken Hamilton to plan a government, and Jay to carry it into execution; and, in a court of law, we would have Hamilton for our advocate, if our cause were generous, and Jay for judge, if our cause were just. The fame of Hamilton, like his parts, we deem to shine brighter and farther than Jay's, but we are not sure that it should be so, or rather we are quite sure that it should not. For, when we come to examine and compare their relative course, and its bearing on the country and its fortunes, the reputation of Hamilton we find to go as far beyond his practical share in it, as Jay's falls short of his. Hamilton's civil official life was a brief and single, though brilliant one. Jay's numbered the years of a generation, and exhausted every department of diplomatic, civil, and judicial trust. In fidelity to their country, both were pure to their heart's core; yet was Hamilton loved, perhaps, more than trusted, and Jay trusted, perhaps, more than loved. Such were they, we deem, in differing, if not contrasted, points of character. Their lives, too, when viewed from a distance, stand out in equally striking, but much more painful, contrast. Jay's, viewed as a whole, has in it a completeness of parts, such as a nicer critic demands for the perfection of an epic poem, with its beginning of promise, its heroic middle, and its peaceful end, and partaking, too, somewhat of the same cold stateliness,—noble, however, still and glorious, and ever pointing, as such poem does, to the stars,--" Sic itur ad astra." The life of Hamilton, on the other hand, broken and fragmentary, begun in the darkness of romantic interest, running on into the sympathy of all high passion, and at length breaking off in the midst, like some half-told tale of sorrow, amid tears and blood, even as does the theme of the tragic poet. The name of Hamilton, therefore, was a name to conjure with,--that of Jay's to swear by. Hamilton had his frailties, arising out of passion, as tragic heroes have. Jay's name was faultless, and his course passionless, as becomes the epic leader, and, in point of fact was, while living, a name at which frailty blushed, and corruption trembled. If we ask whence, humanly speaking, came such disparity of the fate between equals, the stricter morals, the happier life, the more peaceful death, to what can we trace it, but to the healthful power of religion over the heart and conduct? Was not this, we ask, the ruling secret? Hamilton was a Christian in his youth, and a penitent Christian, we doubt not, on his dying bed; but Jay was a Christian, so far as man may judge, every day and hour of his life. He had but one rule, the gospel of Christ; in that he was nurtured,-ruled by that, through grace he lived,— resting on that, in prayer, he died. Admitting, then, as we do, both names to be objects of our highest sympathetic admiration, yet, with the name of Hamilton, as the master says of tragedy, the lesson is given,-" with pity and in fear." Not so with that of Jay; with him we walk fearless, as in the steps of one who was a CHRISTIAN, as well as a PATRIOT. DEBT.-Anon. I sat in my room on a midnight dreary, Hearing the roll of the wheels aweary, Hearing the fall of the distant feet That echoed along on the sleeping street, Striking in with the clang of the midnight chime. I sat in my room, while the gas burning low While, pale and haggard, and full of woe, The stony figure in silence stands Watching the moves of my trembling hands; With a dim, grim smile at my every sigh. I gazed at this figure in solemn awe, I saw that the rags on his shrunken form Were dripped with wet from the midnight storm; I saw him shrivelled with pain and cold, And his face looked prematurely old. With a shiver of dread in every vein, "What dost thou here in the midnight deep, When the world is lapped in the sweetest sleep?" What dost THOU here?" he said again, "When the pillow claims thy wearied brain?" "What art thou, thing of a bloodless life, Whose presence is death and shame; For a moment flashed his eyes in light, Then darkened again, as in endless night, "Whoever shall once, in a thoughtless way, At first my chains are of burnished gold, But they grow in weight, and they grow in size, AN ESSAY ON GATES. "But I, with a magic all my own, Can change the chains of gold; I can turn them to iron, and eat the bone, And gnaw the flesh till the heart grows old; Till the eyes shall look like the eyes of the dead; And the blood run cold in each icy vein. "Who weareth my chains shall know no hope, Shall crave no length of life; Shall die by drug, by knife, and rope, Or live in blood or strife." With his golden chain the shape drew nigh; I sprang to my feet with a shuddering cry: There was nothing to hear but the swell of my scream, AN ESSAY ON GATES.-Milton Goodenow. "Blest be the man who first invented"-gates! And, what the shrewd and honest fellow wrote, And claim indulgence of the kindly fates. Now, who invented gates, is quite a mystery ; In vain we ask the doctors, old and wise; In vain we search the volumed leaves of history. How useful is the gate! In youthful years, When we were happier on the creaking gate And through that gate, one glorious summer day, And gloriously the banner of the free Was carried by brave men with dauntless breast, In the front rank of all, our Charlie fell. 135 And we-well, well, you know the rest, And through that same front gate his form they bore; Our own dear Charlie had come back once more. How much that poor front gate does undergo! "Tis swinging constantly, from left to right, Banged, kicked, and cuffed, from morn till candle-light, Nor respite from its daily task can know. What but a poor dumb gate could stand it all? But the chief time when front gates are applied For the bold lover and his lady fair To meet and talk about-the weather-there. That subject through, another course he claims, There vows are pledged, and mutual love is plighted; Would that some power could now unseal thy tongue! There is a gate that we must all pass through THE GIN-FIEND.—Anon. The Gin-Fiend cast his eyes abroad, |