If literature is worth any thing, it is worth such study and such exertions, on the part of every one. He who studies it in this way, will not view the books which meet his eye with a languid and feeble interest; nor as so many subjects for examination, which are afterwards to be set aside, as a sort of explained phenomena. He will study their merits in order to welcome and appropriate them to himself, as the fruits of kindred minds. The wise and the good of all ages will thus become his friends and companions. G. TRUMBULL GALLERY. WASHINGTON ON THE BANKS OF THE DELAWARE. ’Tis well to gaze upon thee, glorious chief: There is instruction with thee. There’s no brief Or fleeting lesson traced on thy calm brow. A nation’s love is thine. Her prayer is now Uprising for thy weal. A nation’s life Is trusted to thy care; and calls thee to the strife. The mother leaneth on her well tried son And finds thee never wanting, Washington. The angry waters leap and roar below. Danger is on the air--sounds of the mighty foe-- Wildness is all around thee. The scathed oak, Rent rock--earth ploughed by the death wing’d stroke, Wind-shriek, storm-gloom, death-chill. Thou art alone unmoved. Thine eye is still Proudly undaunted--far darting, fearless, grand, Flashing with patriot fire, shielding our father-land. Thine is no kingly dignity. Thy brow Wears not so poor a wreath.--The sacred glow And majesty of freedom beam around thee there-- Her laurel crown is thine--no other would’st thou wear. She knows thee, her lov’d worshiper. To guard her shrine No truer arm the sword has bared, high chief, than thine. ’Tis well to think of thee--thy immortality how won, Tried warrior, statesman, father, Washington. IONE. GREEK ANTHOLOGY.--No. 1.