own people, his own government, and upon these to make fast the happiness and the power of his country. It was there, if anywhere, in the House of Commons, and as plain William Pitt, that he must mount the whirlwind and direct the storm. Was he 'up to the spirit of the age?' Let him answer who can say what was the spirit of that age. Was his course dictated by the liberal policy of a true friend of his race? Let him answer who can say whether an opposite course would have produced greater happiness. The spirit of the age was a mixed and antithetical spirit; there was a love to talk beautiful sentiments at each other, and then to enforce them with mutuality of guillotines, dirks, and arsenic. Liberality exemplified itself by the bestowal of much excellent theory, and more than all in the free bestowal of cannon-balls, infantry, and cavalrycharges, and in the sacking of cities. Where, oh! where, shall a refuge be found from the influence of cant? The When Pitt took his stand upon this subject, he had the happiness to see many of his most powerful and bitter opponents break loose from their former associations and range themselves by his side. The imaginative, great, and vindictive Burke, so long a determined foe, left his seat in the opposition, and came over to share his eloquence and his efforts with Pitt. It was an affecting scene. friendship between Fox and Burke had stood the test of adversity and of time. When they separated, it was with the manly sorrow of two rugged natures; it was a breaking up of the fountains of the deep, and was performed with pathetic eloquence and with moistened eyes. For the third time, a crisis had happened in Pitt's career, and each crisis had found him firmer, and left him more strongly grounded in the affections of Englishmen than before, more than ever he to whom the country looked for counsel and guidance. COME with me Where blooms the wild arbutus, queen of all Castleton, Vermont. H. L. S. VOL. XLIII. AN idle hour of reverie was mine, I saw the nations that have gone before us, And, having gained the summit, pause a moment, Then downward move again, in dark procession, First came through dim tradition's morning light, Assyria, Egypt, and ill-fated Troy, Stalked by like shadows in the twilight gloom; For, though in different years and different climes, Look at their histories, and the names of those Heroes, whose only claim to high renown Is writ in crimson characters of blood. This, then, was man's most marked primeval age, The wakening up of those fierce faculties That drive him headlong to the battle-field; And its result was the development Of arts of war, and of those arts alone. The next age came, but in its dawning brought This is the birth-day of a new idea. Greece is the morning-star, upon whose beams The law of arms had, by its nature, been It had developed in such iron strength, Thenceforth the march of mind was ever on, The seven-hilled city mistress of the world. The kings from off their thrones were hurled by those Then, with a mighty crash, that shook the world, And echoed loud along the corridors Of centuries then unborn, fell eagle Rome; Went out, and then there seemed to come no light And through the world was seen returning life. Though all the ages we have seen pass by Yet through them all we now can see one chain, For though we speak of Greece as one great power, Each separate from the rest, and every one Her grasp upon so many different states, Because no one of them was stronger than herself. Since by himself too weak to urge his will. Here, then, we see one law that bound the world, Against the cause of DESPOTISM in arms. And though each one has lived for centuries, Yet have the good still grown in strength; while those Philadelphia, Sept. 30, 1852. AN EPISODE IN THE LIFE OF AUGUSTUS FITZ CLARENCE BOOBIE. CHAPTER THE FIRST. 'A SWEET-FACED man; a proper man as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely gentleman-like man.' MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. AUGUSTUS FITZ CLARENCE BOOBIE was a young gentleman of exceedingly good parts, at least as far as the outward man was concerned, who had recently arrived in the little village of M- with the avowed design of establishing himself in the practice of the law. He had taken an office upon the main avenue of the town, and over the door had caused to be placed a very showy sign, bearing on a field azure his cognomen in golden letters, appended to which was the usual legal addition of Attorney and Counsellor at Law.' No sooner was he fairly installed in his new head-quarters than he commenced the study of the law, the ladies, and love, of which, however, the last two were destined to receive by far his greatest attention. A more absolute devotee at the shrine of fashion never tripped Broadway. Not a mere fop was he; but the concentrated quintessence of dandyism, be-jewelled, be-scented, and be-decked in the very latest style that foreign importations had developed. Daily he promenaded the pavé of the little street, to the envy of the village beaux, who stared with jealous glance as he sauntered gracefully along, twirling his moustache and rattan, with an air of self-evident superiority, and the most supreme contempt and indifference to all their operations. It is proper here to be stated, that his tailor had never as yet received an equivalent for the magnificent suit of French broad-cloth, Genoa velvet, and Turc's satin that enveloped his elegant person; but of what conse quence was that fact to him, so long as the suit retained its pristine elegance, and his tailor remained ignorant of his whereabouts?" 'Was Solomon in all his glory arrayed like' Augustus Fitz Clarence Boobie? Could that sapient monarch have risen to behold this unique specimen of humanity, he would doubtless have hurried back to his long repose, heartily ashamed of the shabby appearance of his own obsolete wardrobe. Time passed on, and our hero had ingratiated himself in the good opinions of many of the wealthiest families of M, with whom he was a general favorite, in fact quite the rage; and there was much strife as to who should make a conquest of this 'love of a man.' He was such a nice, genteel, moral young man, at least so every body said,' and surely every body' ought to know. As regularly as the Sabbath morning dawned, and the little bell had ceased tolling, Augustus, prayer-book in hand, sauntered gracefully up the aisle to his own pew, and devoutly bending his head upon his |