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more easily. Then they made a screw that was a gimlet, and that only required to be driven home with a screw-driver, the necessity for the use of a gimlet being obviated. Only a little time was saved in putting in one screw ; but if a man can put in fifty screws now in the time that he then required to put in twenty, the benefit to all who use screws throughout the United States and the world over, must be very great.
4. And what must be the sum of the gain, in the abbreviation of these little processes, when it comes, not to one alone, but to all that belong to mechanic arts, making labor easier ? What is it but emancipating man?
There is a process of emancipation going on which lightens toil, shortens the period of work, gives more hours for study, and leaves a constitution that is not taxed and worn out. Such is the process of coupling manhood to knowledge and opportunity. And though they that invent do not know it, God knows it and means it—that mechanical and skilled labors are all working for the elevation of the race.
CXX-SCENE AFTER A SUMMER SHOWER.
1. The rain is o'er.—How dense and bright
Yon pearly clouds reposing lie!
Contrasting with the dark blue sky!
2. In grateful silence earth receives
The general blessing; fresh and fair,
As glad the common joy to share.
3. The softened sunbeams pour around
A fairy light, uncertain, pale;
The wind flows cool; the scented ground
Is breathing odors on the gale.
4. Mid yon rich clouds' voluptuous pile,
Methinks some spirit of the air Might rest to gaze below awhile,
Then turn to bathe and revel there.
5. The sun breaks forth : from off the scene
Its floating vale of mist is flung; And all the wilderness of green
With trembling drops of light is hung.
6. Now gaze on nature—yet the same,
Glowing with life, by breezes fanned, Luxuriant, lovely, as she came
Fresh in her youth from God's own hand.
7. Hear the rich music of that voice
Which sounds from all below, above; She calls her children to rejoice,
And round them throws her arms of love.
8. Drink in her influence: low-born care,
And all the train of mean desire,
CXXI.- PARTING OF HECTOR FROM
HOMER, TRANSLATED BY POPE. 1. Hector, this heard, returned without delay; Swift through the town he trod his former way, Through streets of palaces, and walks of state, And met the mourner at the Scæan gate.
With haste to meet him sprung the joyful fair,
2. To this loved infant Hector
3. “ Too daring prince! ah, whither dost thou run? Ah, too forgetful of thy wife and son ! And think'st thou not how wretched we shall be, A widow I, a helpless orphan he! For sure such courage length of life denies, And thou must fall, thy virtue's sacrifice. Greece in her single heroes strove in vain; Now hosts oppose thee, and thou must be slain ! Oh grant me, gods! ere Hector meets his doom, All I can ask of Heaven, an early tomb! So shall my days in one sad tenor run, And end with sorrows as they first begun.
4. “No parent now remains my griefs to share, No father's aid, no mother's tender care.
The fierce Achilles wrapped our walls in fire,
5.“ By the same arm my seven brave brothers fell; In one sad day beheld the gates of hell : While the fat herds and snowy flocks they fed Amid their fields, the hapless heroes bled! My mother lived to bear the victor's bands, The queen of Hypoplacia's sylvan lands : Redeemed too late, she scarce beheld again Her pleasing empire and her native plain, When ah! oppressed by life-consuming woe, She fell a victim to Diana's bow.
6. “ Yet, while my Hector still survives, I see
Thrice our bold foes the fierce attack have given,
7. The chief replied: “That post shall be my care, Nor that alone, but all the works of war. How would the sons of Troy in arms renowned, And Troy's proud dames, whose garments sweep the ground, Attaint the luster of
8. “ And yet no dire presage so wounds my mind,