DANIEL C. COLESWORTHY.

LET US DO GOOD.

LET us do good. How sweet the thought,

We have the wretched blest

Threw smiles upon a clouded brow,
And sunshine in the breast!

To know we've dried a single tear,
And made one moment bright –
Or struck a feeble spark to cheer
The darkest hour of night-

Will give to us more joy at last
Than Cæsar's triumphs gave;
The memory of such deeds will live
In worlds beyond the grave.

Then in the littlę sphere we move,
Let kindness touch the heart;
While every word shall lead to love
And happiness impart.

William G. Crosby.

TRUE FAME.

SUGGESTED BY CHANTRY'S STATUE OF WASHINGTON.

WHO hath not hoped for immortality?

And what is immortality ?-to be

Awhile remembered, when the heart is cold,

And o'er the nerveless hand hath crept the mould

Of the damp sepulchre? to be heralded

By the loud trump of Fame, when life hath fled,

Until even its echo hath gone past

And perished in the abyss of ages? No!

It is to live while memory shall last,

Shrined deep within the heart - the ceaseless flow

Of centuries only adding to the sum

Of the world's gratitude! 'tis to become
The embodied soul of genius!-such a one,
As the eye gazeth on-even WASHINGTON.