I might go on indefinitely to call up pictures, heroic, quaint, or pathetic, of these earnest-hearted men and women, who toiled, suffered, and planned, for the future, that we, their children, have entered into the fulness of. But time forbids, and I can only say, in closing this paper, that it will be well for us, if, in these days of national prosperity and power, when Liberty, proudly triumphant, stands like "A bearded man Armed to the teeth," ready to hold his own alike against traitors at home and envious despotisms abroad, we do not forget with what a world of self-sacrifice and patient toil our forbears laid the foundations of this great, free government; nor should we deem it a light thing to have been born citizens of a Republic a thousand times grander, nobler, and, God grant! far more enduring, than those of heathen Greece and Rome, that have long since fallen to decay, and now lie buried beneath the melancholy dust of centuries. Let the words of the great poet whose name stands at the head of this paper speak like a word of warning to every heart within their reach:-- "And they who founded in our land The power that rules from sea to sea, Bled they in vain, or vainly planned, To leave their country great and free? Their sleeping ashes from below Send up the thrilling murmur, No!" TRUST. BY ARTHUR ELWELL JENKS. Once let us feel the trust a child bestows Upon the guardian of its life, each day Would set serenely on our troubled souls! To help but one of these, or bring again To lip and eye the smile so full of peace,-- Reflection of some tender mother's love,-- Ah, such were service, that, in future years, Shall shine upon our devious pathway, as The evening star lights up the western sky! O ye who labor for the children's sake,-- Setting these jewels for immortal life,-- The "Well-done!" of the Master shall be yours! NEW ENGLAND CHARACTERISTICS. BY LIZZIE M. WHITTLESEY. "We constantly," as Ruskin affirms, "recognize things by their least important attributes, and by help of very few of these. We recognize our books by their bindings, our friends by the mere accidents of the body, the sport of climate, and food, and time." Applying this principle to New England, we unconsciously recognize her first by her mere outward, incidental properties. By the waving of her hair in the "Pine-Tree State," by the frown of her massive brows in the "Granite" and "Green Mountain," by the glancing brightness of her smile in the "Old Bay," by her lithe grace of limb in "Little Rhoda," and her firm step and erect carriage in the "Land of Steady Habits;" while to all alike belong-- "Her clear, warm heaven at noon, the mist that shrouds Her twilight hills, her cool and starry eves, The glorious splendor of her sunset clouds, The rainbow beauty of her forest leaves."