Make you a locomotive or a clock,

Cut a canal, or build a floating dock,

Or lead forth beauty from a marble block,-
Make anything, in short, for sea or shore,
From a child's rattle to a "Seventy-Four."1

Make it; said I? Ay! when he undertakes it,
He'll make the thing and the machine that makes it;
And when the thing is made, whether it be

To move on earth, in air, on land, or on the sea;
Whether on water, o'er the waves to glide,

Or upon land to roll, revolve, or slide;
Whether to whirl or jar, to strike or ring,
Whether it be a piston or a spring,
Wheel, pulley, tube sonorous, wood or brass,
The thing designed shall surely come to pass;
For, when his hand 's upon it, you may know
That there's "go" in it, and he'll make it go.
JOHN PIERPONT.

16. THE ROAD TO HAPPINESS OPEN.

O HAPPINESS, our being's end and aim!

Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content! whate'er thy name;
That something still which prompts th' eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die;
Which still so near us, yet beyond us lies,
O'erlooked, seen double, by the fool and wise;
Plant of Celestial seed, if dropped below,
Say, in what mortal soil thou deign'st to grow?
Fair opening to some court's propitious shrine,
Or deep with diamonds in the flaming mine?
Twined with the wreaths Parnassian laurels yield,
Or reaped in iron harvests of the field?

1 A "Line of Battle" ship, carrying seventy-four guns.

If vain our toil,

Where grows? Where grows it not?
We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
Fixed to no spot is Happiness sincere;
"T is nowhere to be found, or everywhere;
'Tis never to be bought, but always free;

And, fled from monarchs, St. John, dwells with thee.

Ask of the learn'd the way? The learn'd are blind:
This bids to serve, and that to shun mankind;
Some place the bliss in action, some in ease;
Those call it Pleasure, and Contentment these;
Some, sunk to beasts, find pleasure end in pain;
Or, indolent, to each extreme they fall,
To trust in everything, or doubt of all.

Who thus define it, say they more or less
Than this, that Happiness is Happiness?
Take Nature's path, and mad opinions leave;
All states can reach it, and all hands conceive.
Obvious her goods, in no extreme they dwell;
There needs but thinking right and meaning well;
And mourn our various portions as we please,
Equal is common sense and common ease.
Remember, man, "The universal cause
Acts not by partial, but by general laws;"
And makes what "Happiness" we justly call,
Subsist not in the good of one, but all.
Order is Heaven's first law; and this confest,
Some are, and must be greater than the rest,
More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence
That such are happier, shocks all common sense.
Heaven to mankind impartial we confess,
If all are equal in their happiness:
But mutual wants this happiness increase;
All Nature's difference keeps all Nature's peace.

ALEXANDER POPE.

17. NOT TO MYSELF ALONE.

"NOT to myself alone,"

The little opening flower, transported, cries, "Not to myself alone I bud and bloom.

With fragrant breath the breezes I perfume, And gladden all things with my rainbow dyes. The bee comes sipping every eventide,

His dainty fill;

The butterfly within my cup doth hide
From threatening ill.”

"Not to myself alone,"

The circling star with honest pride doth boast, "Not to myself alone I rise and set.

I write upon Night's coronal of jet

His power and skill who formed our myriad host; A friendly beacon at heaven's open gate,

I gem the sky,

That man might ne'er forget, in every fate,
His home on high."

"Not to myself alone,"

The heavy-laden bee doth murmuring hum,
"Not to myself alone, from flower to flower,
I roam the wood, the garden, and the bower,
And to the hive at evening weary come:
For man, for man, the luscious food I pile
With busy care,

Content if he repay my ceaseless toil
With scanty share."

"Not to myself alone,"

The soaring bird with lusty pinion sings, "Not to myself alone I raise my song.

I cheer the drooping with my warbling tongue, And bear the mourner on my viewless wings;

I bid the hymnless churl my anthem learn,
And God adore;

I call the worldling from his dross to turn,
And sing and soar."

"Not to myself alone,"

The streamlet whispers on its pebbly way, -
"Not to myself alone I sparkling glide.
I scatter health and life on every side,

And strew the fields with herb and flow'ret gay.
I sing unto the common, bleak and bare,

My gladsome tune;

I sweeten and refresh the languid air
In droughty June."

"Not to myself alone: "

O man, forget not- thou, earth's honored priest,
Its tongue, its soul, its life, its pulse, its heart-
In earth's great chorus to sustain thy part!
Chiefest of guests at love's ungrudging feast,
Play not the niggard; spurn thy native clod,
And self disown.

Live to thy neighbor; live unto thy God;
Not to thyself alone!

J. RUSSELL WEBB.

18. THE MIGHTY WORD "NO."

THE most tremendous word in the English language is the short yet mighty word, "No." It has been the pivot on which innumerable destinies have turned for this world and the next. Spoken at the right moment, it has saved multitudes from disgrace, from ruin. The splendid career of Joseph turned on the prompt NO spoken at the very nick of time.

Nehemiah's simple, manly statement is, "So do not I, because of the fear of God." Nobly said. We wish some young man would write those sharp ringing words in his note-book, and determine to make the same answer whenever he is tempted to do a selfish or wicked act. Daniel might easily have said to himself, Oh, everybody about the Court here drinks wine and lives high on the king's meat. I do not want to be thought queer or puritanical." He dared to be singular. So did not I," was the motto of this sturdy young teetotaler. If he had yielded to the current of temptation, and drifted with it, we never should have heard of such a man as Daniel.

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All the people who make a marked success in life, and who achieve any good work for God, are the people who are not ashamed to be thought singular. The man who runs with the crowd counts for nothing. It is when he turns about and faces the multitude who to do evil that he commands every eye. protest, he may put a thousand to flight. man must come out and be separate from sinners, if they wish to save their characters and their souls. The downward pull of sin is tremendous. To be able firmly to say, "Yet will not I," requires the grace from above in the heart. There is a subtle pull also in the drift of fashion and usage which carries away every one who is not established on a Bible conscience. Three fourths of all the persons who are drowned on the seashore are swept out by the undertow. This is the secret influence which takes hold of so many church-members and carries them off into extravagant living, into sinful amusements, and all manner of worldly conformities. The bottom of the great deep is strewed with backsliders. Every true Christian is bound to be a "non-conformist."

I would press the truth home upon every young man. Your salvation depends upon your ability to say NO.