Fond Memory, to her duty true, We are all here! Sister, brother, You that I love with love so dear. THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS. ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS THAT FLEW INTO CHAUNCEY-PLACE CHURCH DURING DIVINE SERVICE. Let Earth close o'er its sacred trust, JOHN HOWARD PAYNE, 1792-1852. JOHN HOWARD PAYNE was born in the city of New York, June 9, 1792. He early showed great poetical taste, together with a strong passion for the stage, on which he made his first appearance at the Park Theatre of his native city, in his sixteenth year, in the character of Young Norval. After that, for some years, he performed in our chief cities with great success. In 1813 he went to England, and established in London a theatrical journal, called the Opera-Glass. He returned home in 1834, and in 1851 was appointed Consul at Tunis, where he died the next year, at the age of sixty. Payne wrote a number of dramas and other poems; but he is now only known by the favorite air of Home, Sweet Home, which he introduced, when in London, into an opera called "Clari; or, The Maid of Milan." No song was ever more popular; and the profits arising from it (which went to the manager of the theatre, Charles Kemble, and not to Payne) are said to have amounted to two thousand guineas in two years. It is known and admired wherever the English language is spoken, and richly deserves a place here. HOME, SWEET HOME. 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, There's no place like home! An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain: Give me these, and the peace of mind, dearer than all. There's no place like home! SEBA SMITH. SEBA SMITH was born in Buckfield, Maine, September 14, 1792, and graduated at Bowdoin College in 1818, the first scholar in his class. After teaching school a few years, he purchased one-half of the "Eastern Argus," then the leading paper of the State,-edited it for four years, and then sold out his interest in this paper and established the "Portland Daily Courier," which he conducted successfully for seven years. It owed much of its life and fame to the original Letters of Major Jack Downing, which probably had a more extensive popularity than any series of papers before published in the country. The object of these Letters was to portray the weaknesses, or follies, or faults, of many of the leading men and measures of the times, and the work was done with great skill and infinite humor. In 1839, he removed to New York, where he still resides, engaged in literary pursuits. During the last twenty years, he has been a contributor to many of the leading periodicals, and has edited different magazines. His published works are,-My Thirty Years out of the United States Senate, by Major Jack Downing, illustrated by numerous characteristic engravings; a volume of humorous stories, entitled 'Way Down East; and New Elements of Geometry. A volume of his poems, not hitherto published in a collected form, is now in preparation for the press. From his fugitive pieces I select the following touching lines: THE MOTHER IN THE SNOW-STORM.1 The cold winds swept the mountain's height, A mother wander'd with her child. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow; Her limbs were chill'd, her strength was gone. "O God!" she cried, in accents wild, "If I must perish, save my child!" She stripp'd her mantle from her breast, At dawn a traveller passed by, And saw her 'neath a snowy veil; The frost of death was in her eye, Her cheek was cold, and hard, and pale, He moved the robe from off the child, The babe look'd up and sweetly smiled. 1 Suggested by a real incident that occurred in the Green Mountains, Vermont. HENRY WARE, JR., 1793-1843. HENRY WARE, Jr., the son of the Rev. Henry Ware, D.D., "Hollis Professor of Divinity" in Harvard College, was born in Hingham, Massachusetts, April 21, 1793, and graduated at Harvard College in 1812. On leaving college, he became an assistant teacher in Phillips Exeter Academy, devoting his leisure time to a preparation for the Christian ministry, the profession which had been his choice from his very youth. He completed his theological studies in 1816, and on the first day of the following year was ordained as pastor of the "Second Church," in Boston. After twelve years of labor in that situation, he was dismissed at his own request, and travelled in Europe for a year, for the improvement of his health, which had been impaired by long-continued mental application. On his return, he was elected "Parkman Professor of Pulpit Eloquence and Pastoral Theology" in Harvard University, which chair he continued to fill with great acceptance and ability till the summer of 1842, when his declining health obliged him to resign it; and he died on the 22d of September of the next year. Dr. Ware's works, edited by Rev. Chandler Robins, have been published in Boston, by James Munroe & Co., in four volumes. They consist of essays, sermons, controversial tracts and memoirs, all showing a mind of chaste, Christian scholarship, and a heart full of love to God and love to man, and alive to every thing that pertains to the best good of the great human family. They also contain selections from his poetry; for Dr. Ware had the true poetic spirit, and fully appreciated the poet's elevated and elevating mission, as is beautifully shown in the following few lines on the connection between SCIENCE AND POETRY. Science and Poetry, recognising, as they do, the order and the beauty of the universe, are alike handmaids of devotion. They have been, they may be, drawn away from her altar, but in their natural characters they are co-operators, and, like twin-sisters, they walk hand in hand. Science tracks the footprints of the great creating power; poetry unveils the smile of the all-sustaining love. Science adores as a subject; poetry worships as a child. One teaches the law, and the other binds the soul to it in bands of beauty and love. They turn the universe into a temple, earth into an altar, the systems into fellow-worshippers, and eternity into one long day of contemplation and praise. CHOOSING A PROFESSION. In answering the question, "What is to be considered a living?" men immediately separate a thousand different ways, according to their previous habits of life, the society in which they have lived, their notions of worldly prosperity, their love of |