Codes of law originating in uncertain tradition may be unjust, and yet not more so than those framed by Revolutionists in the heat of struggle, or the flush of triumph. If the Government overthrown by Revolution was faulty, it is possible that the new one thereby established may not be less so; certain that it will not be free from fault. The Conciergerie was a prison as hopeless as the Bastile; the Reign of Terror more intolerable than all the oppressions of the Bourbons. A revolutionary Government is at best but an experiment, and liable to failure. Revolutionary leaders should consider well, whether the wrongs of which they complain can be removed in the arrangements proposed, or whether, if removed, they may not give place to greater, nay, whether their removal may not undermine the entire fabric of Society.

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Thus has Revolution become the terror of the civilized world. It shakes that confidence in the stability of Government, without which man will neither invent nor improve, build nor beautify. It gives him, in place of the old and tried, new instruments, with the fashions and designs of which he is unfamiliar, and with which he can be at best but an unskillful artizan. There comes too a time in every Revolution, when authority rests no longer in the old law and still is not transmitted to the new when the sceptre of power, dropped from the hands which have swayed it, is but ill-sustained by those into which it has fallen. The horrors of this transition period who can tell! Evil passions, long restrained, are let loose to work their will. Each citizen becomes a judge, a partizan, a soldier. Civil war arms brother against brother, and desolates every hearth and altar. The wrongs are flagrant indeed which can justify a nation in proceeding to these extremities. In view of such atrocities Paul uttered the sentence of inspiration. It was not cowardice that gave the counsel: nor cowardice that followed it. The martyr-spirit which sustained the sufferer on the arena, would have nerved him as well on the battle-field. But he paused to consider, whether the fruits of success would be sufficient indemnification for the calamities of civil war. This is the grand question to be decided in all Revolutions.

For there are other means whereby evil Governments may be amended. There are rights of appeal, of remonstrance, of petition. The corruption existing in one department of the judiciary may not extend to a higher; and a sovereign may grant to humble supplication what he will not yield to the arrogant demand of justice itself. These means a nation is bound to employ before involving itself in the miseries and crimes of Revolution. To these our fathers had recourse;

and not till argument and entreaty were in vain, did they conceive themselves justified in making their final appeal to the God of battles. And there is hope, if the wrongs be not altogether intolerable, even in patient endurance. Time works its own changes, as well upon the master as the slave. Christianity fought no battle even for her life ; yet she saw her cross at length inscribed upon the banners of the Roman legions.

Yet there are instances when hope of relief lives neither in remonstranee nor endurance; when acts of arbitrary power render life and property as insecure as would all the vicissitudes of Revolution. One consideration still remains-the chance of failure. Not indeed to man does it belong to read the future; but long experience and sober investigation will enable him to measure with some degree of certainty the tremendous odds against him. Studying the resources of Government, both physical and moral, it is for him to decide, whether the undisciplined strength of the masses, hurled against the stronghold of power, will be able to undermine its foundations, or be dashed to fragments at its base. In the one case the leader of Revo lution becomes a benefactor of the race; in the other the author of irretrievable mischief; and the chances of success must decide him in taking the final step. Deep, intolerable wrongs, whose only and whose well-founded hope of redress is appeal to arms, alone can justify Revolution.

Thus undertaken, it becomes not merely a right but a sacred duty. Its call to arms rings not from the camp of the party leaders but rises from the sanctuary of every home. Patriotism, that grew like a child in the seclusion of domestic life, extends its broad arms suddenly to clasp the race. The soldier battles not for himself alone, but for home, for country, for humanity. The horrors of Revolution are quenched in the hope of deliverance which it promises. The guilt of Revolution is covered by the dire necessity from which it sprang. The name of Revolution shall be hallowed in the eyes of the generations whom it has blessed.

Thrice holy the Government which springs from such a source, and continues faithful to its original impulse. It is God's own ordinance, consecrated with human blood and devoted to human welfare. And by the sacredness of its origin, by the majesty of its aims, it challenges a reverent, enthusiastic, enduring loyalty. The sympathy of men must ever be enlisted under the banner unfurled for the rights of men ; and the flag, stained as ours has been with blood shed for justice and liberty, shall be the rallying place of the upright and the free forever.

Founded in justice, such a Government has nothing to fear from an enlightened freedom. Encircled by the gratitude and affection of its subjects, it shall triumph over treason and faction. It shall gather strength from its troubles and grow brighter with the ages, till the long line of patriots who have labored in its creation and suffered in its defense, "shall see of the travail of their soul and be satisfied."

The College Regatta.

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HOT, sleepy, and dusty, the Yale men rolled slowly into Worcester; and surely the "Heart of the Commonwealth" was also warm. In a twinkling of an eye we streamed from the train, flooded the platform, poured ourselves wildly into the city cars, and spread ourselves through the corridors of the "Bay State." With singular emotions of pride and patriotism, we hung the blue colors of old Yale upon the outer wall of our perspiring persons; and ourselves, with quite other feelings, upon the salient fixtures of a venerable stage-coach, a relic of departed days, fondly imagining, albeit with frequent pangs of con sciousness, the air of satisfaction with which the traveled would hail this reminiscence of the Tally-ho, and may be discern, in the thoughtful student by our side, De Quincey's self, drinking in, as he used, the glories of the scene and exchanging sly glances with the bashful beauties of the town. We rumbled down the crowded streets out into the open country. We gallantly raced with every species of vehicle, from the cars to an apple-cart, without any appreciable sign of success. For two weary miles we formed part of a most grotesque procession. Every conveyance, defiant of age, style and comfort, which ingenuity could torture into use, dragged itself along behind lean steeds, that Hudibras would have envied, through clouds of suffocating dust, and crammed with the jolliest crowd of College men. In the far distance we at length descried the dense line of carriages and denser rings of people coiled around the lower margin of Quinsigamond; and dismounting from our lofty perch, we were drawn into the living stream, which eddied around the shady clumps of trees, broke upon the knolls and filled the levels with its animated waves. To the front stretched the long causeway, spanning an arm of the lovely lake, with the Harvard boat houses on the right below the bridge; yonder, on the farther side, rose the white tent which contained the hope of Yale, and the green wooded bank sloping upward behind; just before us spread the placid surface of the water, with here the ominous judges' boat; while far up along the hither bank strolled the innumerable, till we anchored ourselves to a jutting promontory where the College colors were the most displayed. Altogether, we thought, this is a scene beautiful and rare; a radiant day long to be remembered by gods and men! At this spot, it was, that the excitement culminated. And

here it was, while we, waiting the moving of the waters, were hearing quietly some disparaging remarks upon our Alma Mater,-revealing to ourselves an hitherto unsuspected depth of devotion to that ancient matron, and were calmly calling upon Providence and some half dozen absent friends, to decide speedily in their own way what words could never do, that a fresh confusion announced the first race.

Since 1860 a trial of boating skill and strength between Harvard and Yale had been actively canvassed, but opposition in high quarters and neglect of discipline had rendered it impossible until this year. The original plan was, a race between the two distinctive College crews, besides subordinate contests between corresponding class crews. Accordingly, Yale procured three new shells, for University, Sophomore and Freshman crews respectively; and these three crews were fully prepared to contend. But two of the Yale challenges, however, were accepted by Harvard, and hence the Freshmen were compelled reluctantly to retire. The disappointment was all the more severe, as this crew was surpassed only by the University, and had confessedly no prospect of defeat. The races therefore, were two, the first in the afternoon, the Sophomore: the second in time, but above all in importance, the University. At the hour of four the rival Sophomore crews took their appointed places, Yale having the inside, and precisely at 4.13, at the word "go," they were off. Yale led with a splendid spurt amid the loud cheers of its friends, an advantage which was evidently overtasking the strength of its crew to maintain, but which it bravely kept till it was lost to sight. However, the superior muscular development and the stronger, steadier stroke of the Harvard crew soon convinced all that Yale would be compelled to acknowledge, as she does cheerfully, and with undisguised admiration of their regular and beautiful stroke, the excellence of Harvard's '66. The Harvard came down the home stretch in grand style, greeted with rousing cheers, making the three miles easily in 19 min. 5 sec., and leisurely followed by Yale '66 in 20 min. 16 sec.

The merits of the rival crews being thus summarily disposed of, the great feature of the day filled the mind of the vast concourse with conflicting emotions. Whether Yale or Harvard should bear off the champion flag, was the exciting topic. The prize, in a material point of view, consisted of a beautiful national silk flag, upon a staff surmounted with a gilt eagle; and also, a triangular silk banner of blue, one side bearing date, "Worcester, July 29, 1864," and the reverse, "College Regatta,"" University," in golden letters. But the championship among College race crews for science and muscle, was the grand