But there is one dear sound, that wakes In every soul a chord ; The rudest language music makes With one remembered word. Go, where proud realms have bowed to time, Man's heart, in every age and clime, Thrills to the sound of home. CORNELIA. FEMALE INFLUENCE. We THAT few events occur either in the moral or physical world, without an evident and assignable cause, is a truth, which needs no elucidation by argument or comment. may extend the assertion more generally without fear of contradiction, and declare that the most trivial and apparently isolated circumstance, though to human investigation it may appear absolutely independent, and unconnected, can still be traced to an adequate, though perhaps a remote cause, by an eye that can embrace the whole compass of nature. This truth has a peculiar pertinency in the study of mankind; and although the causes of human action are perhaps intricate and obscure, compounded as they manifestly are, with weakness and infirmity, with feeling and passion, with reason and rashness, with wisdom and with folly, yet as in those mechanical contrivances which the skill of the artist has invented for the computation of time, there is always some prevailing principle of action, which, however it may be regulated or controlled by the agency of minor causes, is that which gives activity to the whole. In looking abroad over the wide field of rational existence, we see mankind engaged in various pursuits, actuated by various feelings, prompted by various motives, and impelled by various desires; pursuing the paths of fame, climbing the steep ascent to the hill of science, toiling like muck They met; and at the first discharge, Dixon, was shot through the heart. Robert Simonds still lives, but he is a melancholy, misanthropic being. Alone in the world, and continually brooding over the memory of those dear friends he accuses himself of destroying. REMEMBERED WORDS. How various, 'mid life's busy rounds, The measured compliment, still dealt To all the passing crowd The formal sympathy-unfelt- Who hoards within his secret soul Such tinsel'd things as these? And when escaped from earth's control, But there are words that come with power In love's unchanging tune, And to the gloomiest midnight hour Her children's lisping words, in thought, Still cheer the mother lone; And still to manhood's heart is brought That mother's tender tone. The whispered vow of love, first breathed Upon the maiden's ear, Comes, and life's wastes with spring flowers wreathed, To woman's eye appear. The word, half checked, that softly came And chased the lover's fears, 'Mid earth's loud chants-gold, power and fame Still that low word he hears. But there is one dear sound, that wakes In every soul a chord ; The rudest language music makes With one remembered word. Go, where proud realms have bowed to time, Man's heart, in every age and clime, Thrills to the sound of home. CORNELIA. FEMALE INFLUENCE. We THAT few events occur either in the moral or physical world, without an evident and assignable cause, is a truth, which needs no elucidation by argument or comment. may extend the assertion more generally without fear of contradiction, and declare that the most trivial and apparently isolated circumstance, though to human investigation it may appear absolutely independent, and unconnected, can still be traced to an adequate, though perhaps a remote cause, by an eye that can embrace the whole compass of nature. This truth has a peculiar pertinency in the study of mankind; and although the causes of human action are perhaps intricate and obscure, compounded as they manifestly are, with weakness and infirmity, with feeling and passion, with reason and rashness, with wisdom and with folly, yet as in those mechanical contrivances which the skill of the artist has invented for the computation of time, there is always some prevailing principle of action, which, however it may be regulated or controlled by the agency of minor causes, is that which gives activity to the whole. In looking abroad over the wide field of rational existence, we see mankind engaged in various pursuits, actuated by various feelings, prompted by various motives, and impelled by various desires; pursuing the paths of fame, climbing the steep ascent to the hill of science, toiling like muck They met; and at the first discharge, Dixon, was shot through the heart. Robert Simonds still lives, but he is a melancholy, misanthropic being. Alone in the world, and continually brooding over the memory of those dear friends he accuses himself of destroying. REMEMBERED WORDS. How various, 'mid life's busy rounds, The measured compliment, still dealt To all the passing crowd The formal sympathy-unfelt The gratulation loud Who hoards within his secret soul Such tinsel'd things as these? And when escaped from earth's control, But there are words that come with power In love's unchanging tune, And to the gloomiest midnight hour Her children's lisping words, in thought, Still cheer the mother lone; And still to manhood's heart is brought That mother's tender tone. The whispered vow of love, first breathed Upon the maiden's ear, Comes, and life's wastes with spring flowers wreathed, To woman's eye appear. The word, half checked, that softly came And chased the lover's fears, 'Mid earth's loud chants-gold, power and fame Still that low word he hears. But there is one dear sound, that wakes In every soul a chord ; The rudest language music makes With one remembered word. Go, where proud realms have bowed to time, Man's heart, in every age and clime, Thrills to the sound of home. CORNELIA. FEMALE INFLUENCE. We THAT few events occur either in the moral or physical world, without an evident and assignable cause, is a truth, which needs no elucidation by argument or comment. may extend the assertion more generally without fear of contradiction, and declare that the most trivial and apparently isolated circumstance, though to human investigation it may appear absolutely independent, and unconnected, can still be traced to an adequate, though perhaps a remote cause, by an eye that can embrace the whole compass of nature. This truth has a peculiar pertinency in the study of mankind; and although the causes of human action are perhaps intricate and obscure, compounded as they manifestly are, with weakness and infirmity, with feeling and passion, with reason and rashness, with wisdom and with folly, yet as in those mechanical contrivances which the skill of the artist has invented for the computation of time, there is always some prevailing principle of action, which, however it may be regulated or controlled by the agency of minor causes, is that which gives activity to the whole. In looking abroad over the wide field of rational existence, we see mankind engaged in various pursuits, actuated by various feelings, prompted by various motives, and impelled by various desires; pursuing the paths of fame, climbing the steep ascent to the hill of science, toiling like muck |