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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?

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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.

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The flowers that blossom in our woods. Half hid
From view, beneath the yellow leaves that strew
The forest-walks, it buds and blooms unseen,
Save by the eye of him, who wanders here
In musings, wrapt beneath these pensive shades.
It haunts the loneliest glooms and shadiest dells,
And sheds its fragrance on the morning air,
Which is, perhaps, by breezes loitering near;
Borne far away to one who long since loved
To wander here in spring-time, and who now
Here wanders but in dreams. I love the flower,
Emblem of modest worth; it does not court
The admiration of the thoughtless crowd;
But, in sequestered glen or pathless wild,
Sought out, alone, by those to whom appears
The face of nature like an open book
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VOL. XLIII.

AN idle hour of reverie was mine,
Which I have passed, as oft I do such hours,
In day-light dreaming of the Golden Age.
And, that my dreams should not too idle be,
I have, with such precision as I might,
Recalled the wandering tenor of their thought.

I saw the nations that have gone before us,
Climbing again the rugged hills of time;

And, having gained the summit, pause a moment,
Blazing in fiery light of Glory's sun;

Then downward move again, in dark procession,
Along the Valley of the Shade of Death.

First came through dim tradition's morning light,
A phantom legion of departed states,
And weird skeletons of ages past;

Assyria, Egypt, and ill-fated Troy,

Stalked by like shadows in the twilight gloom;
And, as they slowly passed along, I thought,
Each one of these has had its golden age,
Yet in them all has been but one idea;

For, though in different years and different climes,
They each have looked upon a conquered world:
Yet, in them all, the prevalent great thought,
The ruling power, has been the force of arms.

Look at their histories, and the names of those
Whom they have placed upon the scroll of fame :
What, through the night of years, do they present?
Naught but a catalogue of warrior-kings,

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
Only fresh fuel to the flame of war;
Man had advanced, with terrible success,
In lawless passions and in iron will;
But still was shrouded in the gloom of night
The true and gentler soul. Yet now a form
Came forth, exulting, at the pageant's head,
Armed to the teeth; but yet in every part
It bore the impress of a different strength.
There was a brightness in its every look,
A fiery brilliancy, that seemed to say,
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This is the birth-day of a new idea.

Greece is the morning-star, upon whose beams
Is wafted down from highest heaven to man
The new-born principle of Liberty.

The law of arms had, by its nature, been
A tyrant of the worst and deadliest kind;
And, in man's first and fierce primeval state,
Wherein it held an undisputed sway,

It had developed in such iron strength,
It ruled the world for many an after-age.
Yet still its power, from FREEDOM's earliest birth,
Began to wane; for with that great event
Burst on the world the dawning light of soul.

Thenceforth the march of mind was ever on,
Through centuries of darkness, toil, and strife,
Leaving its landmarks in the peaceful arts
That now are spread o'er many a happy land.
But though the powers of intellect and arms
Both lived and struggled in the iron age,
Yet for a time they joined in mighty Rome.
When first her eagle spread his golden wings,
That bore him far upon his rushing flight,
He held within his breast two living powers:
The first was liberty, and this was seen
When every nation that he triumphed o'er
Thenceforth enjoyed its freedom undisturbed;
But freedom must be such as Romans willed,
And here was thus evinced the tyranny.
Thus both these powers, while they fought within,
Made common cause against the foe without;
And their united energies soon crowned

The seven-hilled city mistress of the world.
And having now no rival left to fear,
She next began to turn against herself:
Stern civil discord raised her gorgon head,
Wild anarchy went rioting in blood;
And, through the red, chaotic night of war,
Went slow and sadly down the morning-star.
Then came the darkness and the double night
Of tyranny, and of all-powerful wrong.
Kings sat upon the thrones, and at their nod
Whole nations bowed to slavery and death;
Warriors arose, and in their trembling turn,

The kings from off their thrones were hurled by those
Who, when their day was done, must follow them.

Then, with a mighty crash, that shook the world, And echoed loud along the corridors

Of centuries then unborn, fell eagle Rome;
And settled on her mouldering remains
The fierce and eager vultures of the North.
The world was ruled by barbarism alone;
The torch of mind which liberty had lit

Went out, and then there seemed to come no light
From all the darkness of the middle age.
But time flew ever on, and, year by year,
The spirit of that darkness fell and died;
And man awoke again to consciousness
Of powers that had been slumbering too long;
Then fled the nightmare that had on him lain,

And through the world was seen returning life.
First kings arose against each other's might;
The weak, no longer yielding to the strong,
Banded together 'gainst each common foe.
Then slowly dawned upon the minds of men,
A new and all-important principle.

Though all the ages we have seen pass by
Were mainly moved by different ideas,

Yet through them all we now can see one chain,
And that the force of individual minds.

For though we speak of Greece as one great power,
Yet she was then a multitude of States,

Each separate from the rest, and every one
Rose, lived, and died, upon its own resource.
Rome, even at the zenith of her strength,
Was but a single city, and she held

Her grasp upon so many different states,

Because no one of them was stronger than herself.
And, in these states that were divided so,
Each separate man was like a separate power,
And but submitted to his single king,

Since by himself too weak to urge his will.

Here, then, we see one law that bound the world,
Through all the ages past: but now there came
Slowly, yet startlingly, upon men's minds,
The thought, that in union was their strength.
Kings felt its influence first; but, as time passed,
And they by long example showed its power,
The people that had been for centuries
Awakening to a consciousness of strength,
Seized it to shield their own invaded rights.
This brings us to the present age, for this
Is yet a period of struggling thoughts:
The whole world is their mighty battle-field,
On which we see the glittering standards rise,
Of union for the love of LIBERTY,

Against the cause of DESPOTISM in arms.
Thus, every age that yet this world has seen,
Has had its main and ruling principle;

And though each one has lived for centuries,
Beyond the period that it ruled alone,

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Yet have the good still grown in strength; while those
Whose deeds were ill, have fallen day by day.
And this is now the age in which shall come
The last great struggle of the living powers;
And those that conquer in the coming fight,
Shall rule the world through every future age.
And who, with history of the past as guide,
And every sign that man can read for hope,
Will say the victory shall not be to those
Who now shall strike for liberty and peace?
That, then, shall be the Golden Age of man,
When all this strife, in centuries to come,
Is over, and the ever-conquering powers
Of LIBERTY, and UNION, and of PEACE,
Shall bury in OBLIVION's dark grave
The hated names of SLAVERY and WAR,
And in their place shall HAPPINESS and LOVE
Direct the march of man for ever on!

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.'

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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

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