From the Philadelphia Saturday couriei

 LEGEND SIXTH.

 THE PRINTER BOY, AND TEE AMBASSADOR.
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1 Genius in its glory-genius on its eagle wiogs-genius soaring away there in the skies!

 This is a sight we often seei Bu, Genius ill it's work-shop-Genius in its celI-Genins digging away in the dark mines of poverty--ToiI in iiie brain, and Toil in the heart--this is an every day fact yet, sight that we do not often see! Let us for moment look at the strange contrast between--Iniellect, standing there. in the sunlight of Fame, with the shouts of millions, ringing in is ears--and Intellect, down there, in cold and night crouching, in the workshop or the garre.; neglecied-uns piticd-and aionci

 And shall we leave these two pictures, withou, looking at the deep moral they dn- cuicates

 Without the slightest dIsrespect 10 the professions called learned stand here to- night, 10 confess that ,he great Truth of Frankhn's life is the saaetity of Foil, Yes, that your true Nobleman of Gods Fcreation, IS not your lawyer, digging away among musty parchments, net even your white cravalied disine--bu, this man, who, s.clad in the coarse garments of Foil, comes bat from the workshop and stands with the &loon-dav sun upon his brow, not ashamed

 b own himself MEcHAyic. / n Let us for moment behold two pictures, Illustrating TAe Great Faeis--lotelleet ii |ls rags, and Intellect in its Glory. M The first picture has not much in II to |Sarike your fancy-here are no dim Cathedral |aisles. grand wi.h fretted arch and towering fwith plllars--here are ITO scenes Of nature, {in her sublimity, when deep flakes, bosomed ID eellosal cliffs, break on your eye--or vel. Epf natures repose, when quiet deils musical

 sish the lull of waterfalls, breaking through lie purple twilight steal gently in dream @iimpses upon your soul!

 N 0, Here is but a picture of plain, rude

 EoiI---yes, hc., tired, dusty toil! The morning sunshine Is stealing through szAe diln panss of an old window--yes, steal- iag and struggling through il.ose dim panes, Iinlo the dark recesses of wonder room. II ia strange old room-the walls cracked in aa hundred places. are hung with cob-webs E.--.the floor, dark as ink, IS stained with dis En,sl black bIotches-an6 all around, are

 seatiesed the evidences of some plain worRs

 ms crafl--heaps of paper, lIltle pieces ol

 aEIiInany were scattered over tho hooF---and

 iksle, risht in the lish, of the morning

 ::.z heslte that window. stands ayoung maa

 o&oule twenty ysaFs--quite boy--his

 M thtown aside, his faded garments cover

 carbohydrates, while his right hand grasps z SSzzFal kf ihase smssI bits of antinony

 Ag ahis A hn, dull piesure--a plain. s|;ek esRsy day fact

 LII sssisk agaia ,spon ;ias buy stsasl:ag ip sAs fall ligh. of tbf morning sue N 8fapiag in that massive hnaw, sha-