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Show . worn laborers for the Slave, 'J'bc tOll- . through their desert land, While wandenng l\lay sadly murlllur ,. Lo! a Grave Were bettor on tbo loneliest strnnd '£han aI I these years of weary strife, And hopeless caro and bitter tears - 0 Mourner o 'or a wasted Lifo ! Behold the vision that appears. For thee a P romised Land remains, J3ut labor on and thou shalt sec l'i!clt.od or shivered all the chains '£hnt weigh to earth so wearily. Despond thou not, whato'er betide, . And thou the prizo of faith shall wm, In paI .lO U I hope tbc bour abide, • 'Vben Right shall rule; then, enter m. AM T lll DIWTLU:n's tn:t'!P}:lt? 145 2\m J Jlt11 .lllrotiJrr'g 1\rcpcr? 1\Y T. W. HIGGINSON. CArY asked this question, and showed by asking that he foresaw the answer. The instinct of brotherhood survived the murder of tbe brother. And so with us, tho sense of a natural connection between man and man exhibits itself even in tho most selfish form we can give to that connection. We do not like to live and act alone. We all like to exert an influence on the lives of others ; it not merely pleases our vanity, but. we l1avc a natural demand for influence. All this ambition that docs so much harm, is only an exaggerated, diseased form of the dcsiro to lead and guide others, help them, "keep them." The only difficulty is, thnt 13 |