Instances of this kind might be multiplied, if necessary, of what is thus being done daily and unostentatiously for the reclamation of the penitent offender, not only after conviction, but also before he undergoes the terrible ordeal of correction and a jail. “PRESS ON.” A RIVULET’S SONG. “Just under an island, ’midst rushes and moss, I was born of a rock-spring, and dew; I was shaded by trees, whose branches and leaves Ne’er suffered the sun to gaze through. “I wandered around the steep brow of a hill, Where the daisies and violets fair Were shaking the mist from their wakening eyes, And pouring their breath on the air. “Then I crept gently on, and I moistened the feet Of a shrub which enfolded a nest— The bird in return sang his merriest song, And showed me his feathery crest. “How joyous I felt in the bright afternoon, When the sun, riding off in the west, Came out in red gold from behind the green trees And burnished my tremulous breast! “My memory now can return to the time When the breeze murmured low plaintive tones, While I wasted the day in dancing away, Or playing with pebbles and stones. “It points to the hour when the rain pattered down, Oft resting awhile in the trees; Then quickly descending it ruffled my calm, And whispered to me of the seas! “’Twas _then_ the first wish found a home in my breast To increase as time hurries along; ’Twas then I first learned to lisp softly the words Which I now love so proudly—‘_Press on!_’ “I’ll make wider my bed, as onward I tread, A deep mighty river I’ll be— ‘_Press on_’ all the day will I sing on my way, Till I enter the far-spreading sea.” It ceased. A youth lingered beside its green edge Till the stars in its face brightly shone; He hoped the sweet strain would re-echo again— But he just heard a murmur,—“_Press on!_” ADDRESS FROM AN UNDERTAKER TO THE TRADE. (STRICTLY PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL.)