By various ways, the motley throng ascend,
The same their ardor, and the same their end.
Beneath the shadow of th' imperial crown,
The courtier seeks the bubble of renown.
The blood-stain'd warrior tempts the jaws of Death,
To bind his temples with the laurel wreath;
While Genius, dazzled by the meteor fame,
Keeps his pale vigils by the midnight flame.

Hard is the lot of man ;-his hopes are doom'd
To feel the blast before they well have bloom'd.
The murm'ring rill sounds sweetly in his ear;
He stoops to drink, but ab! no rill is near.
The feast is spread before his longing eyes;
Yet ere he tastes, the airy vision flies.
Resplendent meteors blazon in his view,
Promise success and beckon to pursue;
But, like grim ghosts that haunt the hour of night,
Elude his grasp, then vanish from his sight.

Go:-tread yon graveyard where Narcissus weep,
And the lone thistle guards sepulchral sleep;
Where in sad accents Philomela sings,
And the death-raven flaps his gloomy wings.
There; as you view the sorr'wing cypress bow,
And point the stranger to the tomb of Howe ;*
Think, oh! my classmates! on the bustling strife,
And vague enjoyments of this fleeting life.

Fair was his morn ;-his bright'ning sun rose fair,
And pour'd its radiance on the fragrant air.

All Nature smil❜d :—the blushing heavens look'd gay;
All, all assur'd a cloudless, happy day.

But ere his orb had reach'd the mid day height,
Its glories sunk in everlasting night.

Peace to his soul;-the weeping Muses cry;
Peace to his soul;-our bleeding hearts reply.

And we, my friends! now taste this world's alloy,
And mourn the dart that wounds expected joy.
Where now those hours;-those silent, blissful hours,
By Science crown'd beneath these lovely tow'rs?
Where now th' enjoyment of the scenes we love,
The flow'ry landscape and the shady grove?
These peaceful pleasures, and these joys sublime,
Now lie beneath the mould'ring urn of Time.
No more we mingle in the social scene,
Or smile at Care upon the tufted green.

No more yon elms, their waving branches spread,

To lend sweet succour to our weary head;

Nor yon palestra hears our sportive bound,
As the light foot-ball skims along the ground.

* A deceased classmate, to whose memory his class have erected an elegant mon: ument, as an expression of their affection and respect.

Can c'er Oblivion from our minds efface,
The smiling aspect of this much-lov'd place?
No-while Affection's gentle reign shall last,
Or faithful Mem❜ry gaze upon the past;
Tho' Afric's sun should beat upon our head,
Or polar snows around our path be spread;
Still shall we prize, tho' from its pleasures driv❜n,
This Paradise ;--this vicinage of heav'n.

Oft, as Aurora usher'd in the dawn,

We've brush'd the dew-drop from the flow'ry lawn,
Or trac'd the windings of the gentle rill,
Or hail'd the zephyrs on the rising hill;

Or paus'd to listen to the city's hum,

The sportsman's whistle, or the pheasant's drum.
Oft have those groves, where nimble Dryads tread,
Rear'd the soft pillow for our weary head,
While murm'ring cascades clos'd the heavy eye,
And Nature's songsters tun'd their lullaby.
Oft have we climb'd yon mountain's dizzy brow,
And drank the richness of the scene below.
There have we sat and view'd th' extended plain,
The distant mountains and the wat'ry main.
Here-Ceres' reapers tun'd th' inspiring song,
Cropt the rich grain and smil'd the time along;
Or domes and villas met th' enraptur'd eye,
And spires and temples tow'ring to the sky.
There-sons of Neptune bade the breezes hail,
And spread their canvass to the rising gale;
Or the proud ship her lofty streamers bore,
Fraught with rich burdens to her native shore;
While friends and kindred throng'd around the strand,
Eager to see, and grasp the welcome hand.
And oft we've view'd from that aerial height,
Meand'ring West slow rolling in our sight,
Where, as pale Sirius rul'd the summer's day,
We've plung'd, and rose, and dash'd the foaming spray.
Alas! no more its margin bears our feet,
Or its cool waters quench the dog-star's heat.
No more we roam the smiling landscape o'er,
Or trace the windings of the sea-girt shore;
Or tread the mountain or the shady dell,
The Judges' refuge, or the Hermit's cell.t
These smiling villas and these lofty tow'rs,
The murm'ring fountains and the shady bow'rs,
Can charm no more;-no more these prospects rise
To cheer our hearts and glad our longing eyes.

Scenes of our youth! farewell;-and lovely Yale!
Our voices falter as we bid thee hail.

These throbbing hearts, bear witness how we love
Thy hallowed walls;-thy consecrated grove.

* A cave on West Rock, where three of the Judges who condemned Charles I. were for a time concealed.

+On the summit of East Rock, is the cell of an Hermit, a favourite resort of the students of Yale College.

Dear are the pleasures,-gay the social sweets,
We here have tasted in thy blissful seats.
Oft will fond Fancy in our future hours,
Inhale the fragrance of thy shady bowers;
Oft, like Creusa's ghost, will Mem❜ry roam,
O'er this lov'd spot, we once could call our home.

Long may the splendors of thy matchless fame
Shine like the vestal's unextinguish'd flame,
Long in thy walls may rays of Science beam,
And pure Religion swell her mighty Theme.
In thee may Athens see her glories shine,
And Rome's proud splendors glitter on thy shrine.
In thee may Freedom's voice some Tully find,
To roll its thunders o'er the subject mind.
From thee may bards arise, to strike the lyre,
With Virgil's judgment, and with Homer's fire;
Whose strains shall raise Columbia's envied name,
To the bright regions of immortal Fame.
Long may thy domes, by Virtue's patrons rear'd,
Adorn'd by Taste; by Science still rever'd,
Like the firm nave, with mountain vigour stand,
The pride and glory of our common land.
And should the sun of intellectual light,
Again leave Europe in a mental night:
Should Gothic seas break up their mighty deep,
And Vandal tempests thro' the welkin sweep;
Then, as the Muses fly their seats in haste,
And seek a shelter in the wat'ry waste,
To thy fair mansions may they turn their sail,
And find a refuge in the walls of Yale.

And you, ye Guardians of our youthful days,
Your care demands our love ;-your worth our praise.
Long in these blissful seats by Heav'n design'd,
You've rock'd the cradle of our infant mind.
Beneath your care the mental world entomb'd,
Has blush'd in beauty, and with verdure bloom'd.
Cimmerian Dullness, with her dismal train,
Fled the waste empire of the giddy brain :
While kindling Genius spread his wings on high,
And soar'd exulting to his native sky.

In you we've seen the faithful critic blend,

His painful duties with the feeling friend;

And, while you form'd the manners; prun'd the taste,

A parent's smile the arduous office grac'd.

For this kind care:-we shun the gloss of art,

Accept the tribute of a grateful heart.

Your names shall live on Mem'ry's faithful page,
Rever'd in youth, and lov'd to latest age.

Long may your days by Heav'n's best blessings crown'd,

In bright succession run their peaceful round.
Long o'er these happy seats may you preside,
The boast of Alma and Columbia's pride.

Adieu! ye Youth, who follow in the race,
And thro' life's vale our hasty footsteps trace.

*

Here, 'mid these hills, and glades, and shady walks,
Where Graces rove, and prattling Echo talks,
You drink the fountain of pure bliss awhile,
And bask beneath gay Fortune's cheering smile.
Bright are your hopes as when the blush of ev❜n,
Decks with rich tints the azure vault of heav'n,
And sweeter far the scenes of life appear,
Than the rich blossoms of the vernal year.
But ah! the time will come;-'tis on the wing,
When wintry frosts will blast the buds of spring;
When these fair scenes, which now invite the view,
Will flee the touch and vanish like the dew.
Like you, we gaz'd on Learning's bright abode,
Climb'd the rude steep and trod the Alpine road;
Like you, we rov'd beneath these bow'rs of bliss,
And knew no sorrows of a day like this.
But vain th' enjoyments which this world bestows:
The thoru lies hid beneath the blooming rose.
Those days have flown like eagles in the chace.
Or fiery coursers in the dubious race.

Our throbbing breasts, now inward wounds endure,
Nor Time can heal, nor bland Affection cure.
Soon must you follow and like us must part,
And learn the anguish of a bleeding heart.
Then, while you jointly climb the steep of Fame,
And pluck its laurels with a gen'rous flame;
Let kind affection check the growth of pride,
And Love and Friendship o'er your ways preside.

Alas! the moments haste;-the time draws nigh,
When we, my classmates! heave the parting sigh.
Full oft has Fancy sketch'd a transient view,
Of this sad scene ;-this solemn-last adieu.
Oft has her colouring plac'd the season near,
And oft the sight has wak'd the silent tear.
But Hope reluctant chas'd these griefs away,
And bid the picture of this gloomy day.

Now those dark scenes which Fancy's pencil drew,
And ting'd our pleasures with a sullen hue,
Call for the tears of genuine grief to flow,
The bursts of sorrow, and the sigh of woe.

To day we part ;-to day our flutt'ring sails,
Spread their white bosoms to the rising gales.
To day; while Friendship calls her pow'rs to weep,
We tempt the dangers of the stormy deep.
Oh! let the hand of sage Experience guide
Ambition's helm upon the gulfy tide.
Be Inspirations' page th' unerring chart,
In each dark maze, to cheer the sinking heart;
And while our barks the foaming billows stem,

With joy, we'll hail the Star of Bethlehem!

Then let the quicksands boil;-the whirlwinds roar;

The lightnings flash ;-the mighty torrents pour :

!

Tho' earth, sea, heaven, their utmost fury blend:
We've nought to fear;-their Sovereign is our Friend.

So, the Swiss peasant views with careless eye,
From his lone hamlet perch'd upon the sky,
The vollied lightnings gleaming from afar,
And whirlwinds waking elemental war.
While bellowing tempests rage beneath his feet,
And earth and heav'n in dread convulsions meet;
Safe, unconcern'd, he pipes his carols o'er,
And smiles exulting at the whirlwind's roar.

But oh! my Friends! our hope is on the wing;
The dial points;-the solemn dirges ring;
Friendship sits weeping o'er her setting sun,
And counts the rapid moments as they run.
Then farewell Yale! farewell ye rural scenes!
Ye waving arbours, and ye tufted greens!
Adieu! ye Youth, who mid these pleasures rove,
And cull the sweets of this Lycean grove.
Adieu! ye Guides, who taught our giddy youth,
To scan the paths of Science and of Truth.
And thou enlighten'd Parent! feeling Friend!
Long for thy welfare shall our prayers ascend.

Departed Time slow sounds the solemn knell,
And bids my tongue pronounce the last-farewell.

Review of New Publications.

Review of the Life and Writings of
Edwards.

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After dwelling so long on the character of Edwards as a writer, we shall close with a few remarks on his character as a christian.

We cannot but consider his writings themselves as an enduring monument of his piety. The variety and extent of his labours is the result of the holy impulse which incited him to unremitted exertions in the cause of his Master. The utility of their object, indicates the goodness of his heart, and the success of his investigations we regard as, in part at least, the consequence of the integrity and ardor with which he sought for the truth. We believe that the human faculties are never fully developed, and never act to the greatest possible effect, ex

cept when the man is himself devoted to what ought to be the end of his being. Then all his powers will act according to the design of their Maker.

A machine of human contrivance, never acts with its full effect, except when it is directly adapted to the end for which it was designed. If we can partially adapt it to a different purpose, there will be a want of harmony in its movements, and of complete effect in its operations. So the faculties and powers of man never act harmoniously and to their full effect, when perverted to uses for which they were not designed. In support of that which is wrong, reasoning becomes sophistry, and wisdom degenerates into cunning. It is not pretended that good men are of course great. Holiness does not bestow powers, but, by directing them to the proper end, it causes them to act