that standard literature has become so cheap, and is presented in such abundance, there are but few persons in any community who can excuse themselves from the improvement, and the consequent enlargement, of the mind, which is expected to be the ultimate result. All that is now wanted, therefore, prior to a more diffused intelligence among the people, and, in every other respect, a better state of society, is the carrying out of the proposals of some such enactment as Lord Ashley's Ten-Hour Factory's Bill into the other branches of our trade and commerce. This cannot well be accomplished by anything short of a general and well-organised system of agitation, extending from land's end to land's end. The old and now almost antiquated notion, that a long day's labour brings a good remunerative profit, would speedily vanish, and capitalists, or employers of every kind, be convinced that the fact is far other than they imagined. And while masters would be better served, the employed would enjoy improved health, more happiness, and, having more time at their command, would be better instructed, and become, in verity, a FREE, HAPPY, and ENLIGHTENED PEOPLE. L ODE TO INDUSTRY. THERE is a bravery, dyed not in the blood The arduous fight is with the boisterous flood For empty hero-worship. They alone Are heroes, worthy of the name, who yield To arguments of Peace, and kneel at Reason's throne. The triumphs that we sing are those of Art, Achieved not by the might of arms that gleam Thro' the lightning fury, when the feelings part 'Mid thunder of a false ambition's dream. We sing the triumphs of all-glorious Mind, Leagued but to aid the progress of MankindTo harbinger the glory to the earth Of better times-when with the lowly hind Shall intermix the haughty sons of loftiest birth. All hail! millennial times! for with you come Nor deep discordant notes of high disdain; But meek-eyed maiden virtues, light of step, To scatter flowers, and flowering seeds profuse, In grateful soil, that loving lips may sip Their sweets, distilled in brightest drops of Heaven's own dews. There is a music, more inspiring far, In sound of Art's machinery, whirling round, Than in the hurried noise of victor's car Careering o'er the blood-besprinkled ground; And commerce fairer banners hath unfurled, Before the wondering gaze of half the world, Than e'er has laurelled prince to followers shown, The news of gory game's success to herald, The wild embattled plain of spectral Death upon. Whilom rude man a painted savage roved Where now the smoke-wreathed city's hum is heard; And woman (angel of the hearth beloved) Followed the chase-from gentler joys debarred— To hunt wild game far o'er uncultured hills, Or pluck red berries by meandering rills, Till shines the sun of busy Arts around, And Industry her cornucopia fills With plenteous stores that spring from forth the fruitful ground. Wild and unlettered, then, barbaric bands Swept beauty from the smiling face of earthLevelling, by ruthless and untutored hands, Creation's trophies, with a maniac mirth. Cheerless the savage state-till giant Mind Blessed Science taught to helpless human kind,— Till bright Intelligence lit up the eye, And Industry, with graceful Art combined, To drag dull man beyond a bare necessity. Spirit of Universal Power! extend Thy sway, far as the wind and waters roar; These are thy symbols, Queen of heavenly Peace! I hear thy anthems in the distance rung, And bless thy joyous jubilee-when wars shall cease. Seest thou yon ocean of stupendous cliffs, Ah! deeds have there been done of blackest dye. The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he had viewed; And impulses of deeper birth Had come to him in solitude. * Moore. WORDSWORTH. IN the south-west of the county of Aberdeen, and forming one of the group of Cairngorm mountains, the lofty Ben-mac-Dhui uprears its snow-wreathed brow to mock the wild fury of the frequently-flashing lightning, or in defiance of the boisterous revelry of the Genii of storms. To the lover of the picturesque, the worshipper of the sublimely beautiful, or the investigator of Nature's freaks, no district, perhaps, throughout the entire range of the universally wild |