brightly under my feet, thou to me wouldst shine brighter than all the rest of the earth, and thou still wilt continue to do so, whilst God is a wall of fire about thee, and Religion is in the midst of thee! May no scenes of blood ever distress and pollute our happy country. May war and discord never utter their clamors amongst us; and may the roar of the cannonade and the clash of arms never be heard; but may universal peace and happiness sway their sceptre over a smiling world.

LORD, KEEP MY MEMORY GREEN!

BY MRS. ANNA PEYRE DINNIES.

In the shifting scenes of life,
Filled with sorrow, toil, and strife,
May no shadow overcast,

Those through which my soul has past!

May no fabled Lethé pour

Its dark waves my memory o'er;
Hiding aught of pain or care,

GOD has traced in wisdom there!

On the tablets of my brain,
Ever let the past remain ;
Wrong and suffering-deeply felt,
Still by Mercy's hand were dealt;
And the keenest pang I've known,
Came from the ALMIGHTY's throne,
Some bless'd mission to fulfill,
Humble pride-or save from ill!

Good and evil-weal and woe-
From the same pure fountain flow,
Though their purposes may be,
Hidden from humanity!

Blessings visible, no more

Tell, than griefs which we endure, Truths, which all things serve to prove God is justice!-God is love!

This, our Faith divinely teaches,—
This, Experience ever preaches,—
This, the lesson Reason draws,
When on Time's swift course we pause ;-
This, the firm conviction given,

Through communings oft with Heaven;
Bidding us when all is seen,

Ask-"LORD, KEEP MY MEMORY GREEN!'

THE MODEL JUDGE.

BY GUSTAVUS SCHMIDT, ESQ.

FEW names are to be met with in the judicial annals of any country, entitled to greater respect, than that of JOHN MARSHALL, the late venerable Chief Justice, of the United States; and there are few lives, which like his, present such an harmonious assemblage of the best and noblest qualities, which adorn public as well as private life.

A biography of this distinguished individual would be an important and instructive acquisition to our literature; and it is to be hoped, that among the many talented men of his native State, several of whom have had the very best opportunities of appreciating his worth, some one will be found, disposed to discharge this debt, which is due to his memory, and which is also due to Virginia and to the United States, as the heirs of his fame, and as participators of

the lustre, which his talents and his virtues, have imparted to the land, which gave him

birth.

That this task will some day be ably accomplished, we cannot for a moment doubt; and in the meantime we shall attempt to arrange such reminiscences of his life and character, as we have treasured up during a residence of about eight years in the City of Richmond, where we had frequent opportunities of seeing him both in public and private life.

John Marshall was a man, whom no one could approach, while in the discharge of his official duties without feeling respect, and whom no one ever knew intimately without being inspired with love and reverence for his character.

When we first saw Judge Marshall, he was in the zenith of his fame, and though advanced in years, in the full enjoyment of his physical as well as intellectual faculties. We had already acquired sufficient experience of the world to be aware, that reputation, like remote objects, often derives its enchantment from the distance, and that many an individual whose name has been trumpeted far and wide by renown, and whom our imagination has invested with the attributes of a demi-god, frequently dwindles into a very