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shudder to think the oppressed may have thèir turn! Let cruelty turn påle at the thought of redder hands than his ! Begone! Prepare the Eternal City * for our gàmes !
4. If you are men — - follow me! Strike down yon guàrd, - gàin the mountain pàsses, -and there do bloody work, as did your sires at old Thermopylæ!? Is Sparta dead? Is the old Grecian spirit frozen in your veins, that you do crouch like a belabored hound beneath his master's lash? O comrades ! warriors! Thràcians ! $ If we must fight, let us fight for ourselves! If we must slaughter, let us slaughter our opprèssors! If we must die, let it be under the clear ský, by the bright waters, in noble, honorable battle! 5. Haste, brave mèn !
Collèct your friends to join us on the instant;
The bounds of utmost Sweden!
Think of what your sires have done ;
On, and let the watchword be,
Country, home, and liberty.
Seize the gun! its ball is true ;
Onward, onward! freedom cries;
• Eternal city, the city of Rome.
* Ther-mop'y-læ, a narrow defile in ancient Greece, where Leonidas and his 300 Spartans fell, in a desperate resistance against the Persian army under Xerxes.
Sparta, an ancient city of Greece.
Denunciation and Reprehension. 1. Avdunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless; thou hast no speculation in thine eyes which thou dost glàre with!
2. Thou slàve, thou wretch, chou cdward !
Thou little valiant, great in villainy!
3. What a fool art thou,
A ràmping fool, to bràg, to stamp, and swear,
4. Thou art a tràitor to the realm,
Lord of a lawless band !
The troubler of our land !
Are forfeit to the crown;
Shalt end thy base renown!
• Beneath the Norman ax, implies beheading him.
5. The spirit of rational liberty is moving all Europe. It is human nature, waking in her might from the slumber of ages, shaking herself from the dust of antiquated institutions, girding herself for combat, and going forth conquering and to conquer; and woe unto the man, woe unto the dynasty, woe unto the party, and woe unto the policy, on whom shall fall the scath of her blighting indignation !
Exclamation. 1. O wretched prince! O cruel reverse of fòrtune! O father Micīpsa!* Is this the consequence of thy generosity; that he whom thy goodness raised to an equality with thy own children, should be the murderer of thy children?
2. Whither - oh! whither shall I fly? If I return to the royal palace of my ancestors, my father's throne is seized by the murderer of my brother. Oh, murdered, butchered brother! Oh, dearest to my heart — now gone forever from my sight!
3. Whither shall I return? Wrètch that I am! to what place shall I betàke myself? Shall I go to the cápitol? Alàs ! it is overflowed with my brother's blodd! Or shall I return to my house? Yet there I behold my mother, plunged in misery, weeping, and despairing. I am robbed ! I am rùined! O my money! my guineas! my support! my all is gone!
4. What a splendid piece of workmanship! What a majestic scène! What a piece of work is màn! How glorious are all the works of God! What splendid views of heaven! How majestically the sun wheels his mighty course! Behold the daughter of innocence! what a ldok !
• Mi-cip'sa, the king of Numidia. See note (*), page 100.
what beauty! what sweetness! Behold that great and good màn! what majesty! how graceful! how commanding!
5. How serenely slept the starlight on thy lovely city! How breathlessly its pillared streets reposed in their security! How softly rippled the dark, green waves beyond! How cloudless, spread aloft, and blue, the dreaming Campanian * skies! Yet this was the last night for the gay Pompeii !f the colony of the hoar Chaldean! | the fabled city of Hercules ! the delight of the voluptuous Roman! Age after age had rolled, indestructive, unheeded, over its head; and now the last ray quivered on the dial-plate of its doom !
6. See what discoveries God causes to spring from the human brain, all tending to the great end of peace! What progress! What amplifications ! How nature more and more suffers herself to be vanquished by man! How matter becomes more and more a slave of intelligence, and the servant of civilization! How the causes of war vanish with the causes of suffering! How remote nations are brought near! How distance is abridged ! And how this abridgment makes men more like brothers!
Exclamatory Questions and Tender Emotion. 1. What! to attribute the sacred sanction of God and Nature to the massacres of the Indian scálping-knife! to the cannibal sávage, torturing, murdering, devouring, and drinking the blood of his mangled víctims! Such notions shock every precept of morality, every feeling of humanity, every sentiment of hònor.
* Cam-pa'ni-an skies, Campania is a delightful extent of country in the western part of Italy.
† Pom-peʻii, (pom-pe'yi,) an ancient city of Italy, buried by an eruption of Vesuvius in the year 79, discovered and disentombed in 1748, since which time many things have been taken out, and deposited in the museum at Naples.
Chal-de’an, an inhabitant of Chaldea, a country between the Euphrates and Tigris.
Herʻcu-les, the most celebrated hero in the mythological age of Greece, supposed to have died about 925 B. C.
2. What! does the word come more powerfully from the dignitary in purple and fine linen, than it came from the poor apóstle? What! my lords, not cultivate barren land; not encourage the manufactories of your country; not relieve the poor of your flóck, if the church is to be at any expense thereby!
3 Ah, little think they, while they dance along,
How many feel, this very moment, death,
4. How many pine in wánt, and dungeon glooms,
Shut out from the common air, and common use
many drink the
5. How many, racked with honest passions, droof
In deep, retired distress! How many stand