To conclude: it has been said, that the greatest benefactor of the human race is he who causes two blades of grass to grow where but one grew before: but to our eyes, he seems a greater benefactor—inasmuch as the intellectual are loftier and nobler than the physical wants of man—who causes ten—we might better say ten thousand, good and wise books—ten thousand copies of the Holy Gospel to be circulated among the people, where but one was circulated before. And, of a truth, we know none to whom the above high praise is more justly applicable than to the inventors and owners of the Fast Printing Power-Press. Fortune and Fame attend them. * * * * * =OSCEOLA’S ADDRESS TO HIS WARRIORS.= =BY WM. H. C. HOSMER.= Our women leave in fear Their lodges in the shade, And the dread notes of fray go up From swamp and everglade. From ancient coverts scared, Fly doe and bleating fawn, While the pale robber beats his drum— On, to the conflict on! Shall tomahawk and spear Be dark with peaceful rust, While blood is on the funeral mound That holds ancestral dust? No! fiercely from its sheath Let the keen knife be drawn, And the dread rifle charged with death— On, to the conflict on! The ground our fathers trod, Free as the wind, is ours; And the red cloud of war shall soak The land with crimson showers. Upon our tribe enslaved Bright morn shall never dawn, While arm can strike and weapon pierce— On, to the conflict on! * * * * * =THE MISERIES OF MUSIC.= =BY CALEB CROTCHET.= [Illustration] I am the victim of a fine ear. Talk of the miseries of the halt, the lame and the blind! Their condition is that of celestial beatitude as compared with mine; and as for the deaf and dumb, they must be the happiest mortals alive. They can neither inflict nor suffer the miseries of sound. Blessing and blessed, how shall I contrive to gain admission to their happy brotherhood?