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power, and empire; and each in turn met the fatal blow of the assassin. The first fell by the mad revenge of a foreign foe. The ambition of the latter was too strong for their friendship. From the gory locks of Pompey, Cæsar turned away and wept, - Cæsar, who, in his giant strides for empire, fell beneath the dagger of “ the self-appointed executioner of his country's vengeance."
2. How marked the contrast ! how wide the difference! Our triumvirs lived for their country, - labored for its institutions, - dedicated the ardor of youth, the power of manhood, and the wisdom of age, to its sublime and sacred service. And when death, the tardy assassin, approached with faltering step the sanctuary of their lives, he found it tenanted by no ambitious and blood-stained conquerors; its arches hung with no escutcheons of heraldic blazonry ; its galleries strung with no moldering laurels, or worn and rustclad mail; its porches flashing with no falchion lances of chivalric knights. But he found that temple swept and garnished ; the aged priests at its altar, clothed in the pure white robes of virtue ; its laureled arches twined with amaranth ; its galleries hung thick with the trophies of wisdom and eloquence ; and its ivied porches glittering with the gems of immortality. The Cæsar of our triumvirate fell by a higher decree than the sword of Brutus, and left a nation of Antonies to mourn his fall.
PRESS ON. - PARK BENJAMIN.
1. Press on ! surmount the rocky steeps,
Climb boldly o'er the torrent's arch :
lle fails alone who feebly creeps ;
He wins who dares the hero's march.
Tramp on eternal snows its way,
Hew down a passage unto day.
2. Press on ! if once and twice thy feet
Slip back and stumble, harder try;
Danger and death, they ’re sure to fly.
While on their breasts, who never quail,
Bright courage, like a coat of mail.
3. Press on! if Fortune play thee false
To-day, to-morrow she 'll be true ;
Taking old gifts and granting new.
Makes up for follies past and gone :
From frailty springs : - press on ! press on i
4. Therefore, press on! and reach the goal,
And gain the prize, and wear the crown:
Come wealth, and honor, and renown.
Thy mind from sloth, thy heart from soil :
A heavenly harvest for thy toil!
SOLILOQUY OF CATO ON IMMORTALITY. - ADDISOX. 1. It must be so:- - Plato, thou reason'st well!
Else, whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
2. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought !
Through what variety of untried being, —
(Laying his hand on his sword.) 3. Thus I am doubly armed. My death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me.
in a moment — brings me to an end ;
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
A SCENE FROM TAMERLANE. - ROWE.
[Characters. — AXALLA, PRINCE OF Tanais, TAMERLANE,* OMAR, and BAJAZET. † - Enter TAMERLANE, AXALLA, PRINCE OF TANAIS, soldiers, and other attendants.)
Axalla. From this auspicious day, the Parthian name
Prince. Nations unknown,
pay their homage to victorious Tamerlane;
Tamerlane. It is too much: you dress me
* Tam'er-lane, a sovereign prince of Tartary, and one of the most celebrated of the oriental conquerors. He was born in 1335, and died in 1405.
† Baj'a-zet, a Turkish emperor, and renowned warrior. He was defeated and taken prisoner by Tamerlane in 1402, and died in 1403.
| Thule, the name the ancients gave to the most northern country with which they were acquainted.
of injured Heaven. Can we call conquest ours?
Ax. With such unshaken temper of the soul
Tam. Oh, Axalla!
Tam. Let him approach. (Enter Bajazet and other Turkish prisoners in chains, with a guard of soldiers | When I survey the ruins of this field,