the religion which has so much to do with the head, may never retire from the citadel of the heart. Yet must she not

be blamed for her pertinacious questionings, since doctrine in every possible shape is thrust in her way, and the evils of heresy so often forced upon her thoughts, and she naturally begins to inquire wherein it consists. From the days of the Pilgrims downwards, this has been the case, in the pulpit and by the fireside; and even the dying benediction partakes of that model left by "Mr. Thomas Dudley, the pillar of the colony of Massachusetts, who leaves his poetic injunction in this wise:

"Farewell, dear wife, children, and friends,

Hate heresy, make blessed ends."

WASHINGTON CROSSING THE DELAWARE.

BY SEBA SMITH.

DARK and gloomy was the hour,
And Freedom's fires burnt low,

For twenty days had Washington
Retreated from the foe;

And his weary soldiers' feet were bare

As he fled across the Delaware.

Hearts were fainting through the land,

And patriot-blood ran cold;

The stricken army scarce retain'd

Two thousand men, all told;

While the British arms gleam'd everywhere,

From the Hudson to the Delaware.

Cold and stormy came the night;

The great Chief roused his men ; "Now, up, brave comrades, up and strike For Freedom once again;

For the Lion sleepeth in his lair,

On the left bank of Delaware.

How the strong oars dash the ice
Amid the tempest's roar !

And how the trumpet-voice of Knox
Still cheers them to the shore!
Thus, in the freezing midnight air,

Those brave hearts cross'd the Delaware.

In the morning, grey and dim,

The snout of battle rose,

And the Chief led back his valiant men

With a thousand captive foes,

While Trenton shook with the cannon's blare, That told the news o'er the Delaware.

THE MONUMENT TO MARY WASHINGTON.

ADDRESS OF ANDREW JACKSON.

WE are assembled, fellow-citizens, to witness and assist in an interesting ceremony. More than a century has passed away since she to whom this tribute of respect is about to be paid, entered upon the active scenes of life. A century fertile in wonderful events, and of distinguished men who have participated in them. Of these our country has furnished a full share; and of these distinguished men she has produced a WASHINGTON! If he was "first in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his countrymen," we may say, without the imputation of national vanity, that if not the first, he was in the very first rank of those, too few indeed, upon whose career mankind can look back without regret, and whose memory and example will furnish themes of euology for the patriot, wherever free institutions are honored and maintained. His was no false glory, deriving its lustre from the glare of splendid and destructive actions, commencing in professions of attachment to his country, and terminating in the subversion of her freedom. Far different is the radiance which surrounds his name and fame. It shines mildly and equally, and guides the philanthropist and citizen in the path of duty; and it will guide them long after those false lights, which have attracted too much attention, shall have been extinguished in darkness.

In the grave before us, lie the remains of his Mother. Long has it been unmarked by any monumental tablet, but not unhonored. You have taken the pious duty of erecting a column to her name, and of inscribing upon it, the simple but affecting words, "Mary, the Mother of Washington." No eulogy could be higher; and it appeals to the heart of every American.

These memorials of affection and gratitude are consecrated by the practice of all ages and nations. They are tributes of respect to the dead, but they convey practical lessons of virtue and wisdom to the living. The mother and son are beyond the reach of human applause; but the bright example of paternal and filial excellence, which their conduct furnishes, cannot but produce the most salutary effects upon our countrymen. Let their example be before us from the first lesson which is taught the child, till the mother's duties yield to the course of preparation and action which nature prescribes for him.

Tradition says, that the character of Washington was strengthened, if not formed, by the care and precepts of his mother. She was remarkable for the vigor of her intellect and the firmness of her resolution.

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In tracing the few recollections which can be gathered of her principles and conduct, it is impossible to avoid the conviction that these were closely interwoven with the destiny of The great points of his character are before the He who runs may read them in his whole career, as

her son.

world.