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ner stones of your respective fortunes. Sow

 the seeds of industry in the days of youl

 youth, and you will have the satisfaction o

 reaping glorious harvest of plenty in the

 autumn of life. Ifyou ever think of erect.

 ing for yourselves splendid temples of fame, you must strip ambition of it's robes of vani- ty, and commence the work forthwith. If you fall asleep when the edifice is half com- plcttd, the chances are ten to one that when you awake you will find it crushed to the earth, and it's ruins overgrown with the grey moss of despair. o, my friends you must be up and doing if you wish to prosper in this precarious world. Just keep on squan- dering life's blessed moments in the inGul- gence of sluggish dreams, and if you don't eventually slide into eternity shirtIess, shift less, and shoeless, then use my ha; for a spit box, and set me down as one of humbugs ot the age. But industry, my hearers, can clothe the tattered mendicant in scarlet and purple, and patch up the broken windows of want, with the aid of that putty which abi- deth forever. Heaven hugs to its bosom the honest and the industrious of the sons of earth-and rocks the cradle ot repose, where slumber the children of daily toil. Let us work while we live-and go to our long homes with the satisfaction of having done our duty to our Maker, to our neighbor, and to ourselves. So mote it be.