DWIGHT, JOHN SULLIVAN, an American translator and musical critic, born at Boston, May 21, 1813; died there September 5, 1893. He graduated at Harvard in 1832, and studied at the Cambridge Divinity School. In 1838 he published Translations from the Select Minor Poems of Goethe and Schiller. In 1840 he became pastor of the Unitarian congregation at Northampton, Mass. Soon afterward he left the ministerial office and devoted himself to literature, especially in its relation to music. He contributed to literary periodicals, and delivered lectures upon Bach, Beethoven, Handel, Mozart, and other eminent musical composers. He was one of the founders of the Brook Farm Association. From 1852 to 1880 he published Dwight's Journal of Music, by means of which he did much to elevate the popular taste for music. He was a good literary critic, and a successful lecturer. He wrote History of Music in Boston, and arranged in its present form God Save the State.


Sweet is the pleasure itself cannot spoil !
Is not true leisure one with true toil ?
Thou that would taste it, still do thy best ;
Use it, not waste it-else 'tis no rest.
Wouldst behold beauty near thee, all round ?
Only hath duty such a sight found.

Rest is not quitting the busy career;
Rest is the fitting of self to its sphere.

"Tis the brook's motion, clear without strife, Fleeing to ocean after its life.

Deeper devotion nowhere hath knelt;
Fuller emotion heart never felt.

'Tis loving and serving the highest and best ; 'Tis onward ! unswerving—and that is true rest.


I've set my heart upon nothing, you see :

Hurrah !
And so the world goes well with me :

Hurrah !
And who has a mind to be fellow of mine,
Why, let him take hold and help me drain

These mouldy lees of wine.

I set my heart at first upon wealth :

Hurrah ! And bartered away my peace and my health :

But ah ! The slippery change went about like air, And when I had clutched me a handful here

Away it went there.

I set my heart upon woman next :

Hurrah !
For her sweet sake was oft perplexed :

Hurrah !
The False one looked for a daintier lot,
The Constant one wearied me out and out,

The Best was not easily got.
I set my heart upon travels grand;

And spurned our plain old Father-land :

But ah!

Naught seemed to be just the thing it shouldMost comfortless beds and indifferent food !

My tastes misunderstood !

I set my heart upon sounding fame :

Hurrah !
And lo! I'm eclipsed by some upstart's name;

And ah!
When in public life I loomed up quite high,
The folks that passed me would look awry ;

Their very worst friend was I.

And then I set my heart upon war :

Hurrah ! We gained some battles with éclat :

Hurrah ! We troubled the foe with sword and flameAnd some of our friends quite fared the same.

I lost a leg for fame.

Now I've set my heart upon nothing, you see :

Hurrah !
And the whole wide world belongs to me:

Hurrah !
The feast begins to run low, no doubt ;
But at the old cask we'll have one good bout :-
Come, drink the lees all out!

- Translation from GOETHE. DWIGHT, TIMOTHY, an American clergyman and teacher, born at Northampton, Mass., May 14, 1752; died at New Haven, Conn., January 11, 1817. His mother was a daughter of Jonathan Edwards. At the age of thirteen he was admitted to Yale College, graduated in 1769, and two years afterward became a tutor in the college. He retained this position for six years. In 1777 he was licensed


. to preach, and in the same year became a chaplain in the American army. In 1783 he was ordained minister at Greenfield, Conn., where he also successfully conducted an academy. In 1795 he was elected President of Yale College, and Professor of Divinity. He remained at the head of the college until his death, twenty-one years later. His poem, Columbia, written about 1778, while serving as chaplain in the army, was very popular at the time. His other works are, The History, Eloquence, and Poetry of the Bible, an address (1772); The Conquest of Canaan, an epic poem (1785); Greenfield Hill, a poem (1794); Theology Explained and Defended (1818), consisting of 173 sermons; and Travels in New England and New York, a series of letters written during his college vacations, and published in 1821. He also published a large number of separate sermons.


I. Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world, and the child of the skies!

Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.
Thy reign is the last, and the noblest of time,
Most fruitful thy soil, most inviting thy clime;
Let the crimes of the East ne'er encrimson thy name,
Be Freedom, and Science, and Virtue, thy fame.

To conquest and slaughter, let Europe aspire :
Whelm nations in blood, and wrap cities in fire :
They heroes the rights of mankind shall defend,
And triumph pursue them, and glory attend.
A world is thy realm : for a world be thy laws,
Enlarged as thine empire, and just as thy cause ;
On Freedom's broad basis, that empire shall rise,
Extend with the main, and dissolve with the skies.


Fair Science her gates to thy sons shall unbar,
And the east see thy morn hide the beams of her star.
New bards, and new sages, unrivalled shall soar
To fame unextinguish'd when time is no more ;
To thee, the last refuge of virtue design'd,
Shall fly from all nations the best of mankind;
Here, grateful to neaven, with transport shall bring
Their incense, more fragrant than odors of spring.

VI. Thus, as down a lone valley, with cedars o'erspread, From war's dread confusion I pensively strayedThe gloom from the face of fair heaven retired ; The winds ceased to murmur; the thunders expired ; Perfumes, as of Eden, flow'd sweetly along, And a voice, as of angels, enchantingly sung : “Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world, and the child of the skies!”

THE IMMUTABILITY OF GOD. By his Immutability, God is possessed of immeasur. able dignity and greatness ; and fitted to be entirely feared, loved, honored, and obeyed, by all his rational

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