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"The attack on Fort Felon was made, it is supposed, by Phillip and his gang. The action must have taken place before the information of the truce could have been received by the Indians who made the attack. - (Southern paper.) Blaze! with your…

"I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life." WEARY pilgrim, dost thou toil Friendless o'er earth's pathway here? Dost thou seek a better soil, Where approach not guilt and fear? Come to me, and I will guide To that every peaceful shore, Where the…

What if we never meet again, Except as strangers meet? Can we forget the past, - the pain, The pleasures, sunshine and the rain, The bitter and the sweet? Perhaps. And, yet, I think not so. The sacred past is ours; And come what may, where'er…

The Sabbath morning breaks upon the earth, And toiling millions hail the blessed day— The one of all that gives them sweet repose From cares and toils that e'er beset life's way. The sun, uprising, tints the eastern sky, And bathes the earth in…

THE world is full of toil, It bids the traveler roam, It binds the laborer to the soil, The student to his home - The beasts of burden sigh, O'erloaded and opprest - The Sabbath lifts its banner high, And gives the weary rest. The world is…

All earthly good still blends itself with harm;
Roses have thorns; a storm succeeds the calm;
Joys have their sorrows, laughter has its tears,
Sweets have their bitter drops, and hopes their
fears;
Day has its night, the sun its gloomy…

I hail the glad Spring, With its sunshine and showers, With its warb'ling brooks, Gay birds, and bright flowers, For it brings the sweet rose, The queen of the lawn, Whose radiant hues Greet the blushes of dawn. The bright, blushing…

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. 'Shall I have naught that is fair,' saith he: 'Have naught but the bearded grain? Tho' the breath of…

Rejoice, ye fathers in Israel—Ye mothers in Zion, weep for joy!Awake, ye sons of Judah, and sing!Ye daughters of Jerusalem, shout—Shout: To Zion hath returnedThe ransomed of the Lord! Years hath ye wept Bitter tears: mournings and lamentationsFrom…

The evening was glorious, and light through the treesPlayed the sunshine and rain-drops, the birds and the breeze;The landscape, outstretching in loveliness, layOn the lap of the year, in the beauty of May.For the queen of the spring, as she passed…