was abroad in its anger; when the plough stood still in the field of promise, and briers cumbered the garden of beauty; when fathers were dying, and mothers were weeping over them; when the wife was binding up the gashed bosom of her husband, and the maiden was wiping the death-damp from the brow of her lover. He came when the brave began to fear the power of man, and the pious to doubt the favour of God.

It was then that this ONE joined the ranks of a revolted people. Freedom's little phalanx bade him a grateful welcome. With them he courted the battle's rage, with their's his arm was lifted; with their's his blood was shed. Long and doubtful was the conflict. At length kind heaven smiled on the good cause, and the beaten invaders fled. The profane were driven from the temple of liberty, and at her pure shrine the pilgrim warrior, with his adored commander, knelt and worshipped. Leaving there his offering, the incense of an uncorrupted spirit, he at length rose up, and, crowned with benedictions, turned his happy feet towards his long-deserted home.

After nearly fifty years that ONE has come again. Can mortal tongue tell, can mortal heart feel, the sublimity of that coming? Exulting millions rejoice in it, and their loud, long, transporting shout, like the mingling of many winds, rolls on, undying, to freedom's farthest mountains. A congregated nation comes round him. Old men bless him, and children reverence him. The lovely come out to look upon him, the learned deck their halls to greet him, the rulers of the land rise up to do him homage. How his full heart labours! He views the rusting trophies of departed days, he treads the high places where his brethren moulder, he bends before the tomb of his

"FATHER :”—his words are tears: the speech of sad remembrance. But he looks round upon a ransomed land and a joyous race; he beholds the blessings those trophies secured, for which those brethren died, for which that "FATHER" lived; and again his words are tears; the eloquence of gratitude and joy.

Spread forth creation like a map; bid earth's dead multitude revive ;-and of all the pageant splendours that ever glittered to the sun, when looked his burning eye on a sight like this? Of all the myriads that have come and gone, what cherished minion ever ruled an hour like this? Many have struck the redeeming blow for their own freedom; but who, like this man, has bared his bosom in the cause of strangers? Others have lived in the love of their own people, but who, like this man, has drank his sweetest cup of welcome with another? Matchless chief! of glory's immortal tablets, there is one for him, for him alone! Oblivion shall never shroud its splendour; the everlasting flame of liberty shall guard it, that the generations of men may repeat the name recorded there, the beloved name of LA FAYETTE !

HEARD

THE POWER OF ELOQUENCE.

ye those loud contending waves,
That shook Cecropia's pillar'd state?
Saw ye the mighty from their graves
Look up and tremble at her fate?
Who shall calm the angry storm?
Who the mighty task perform,

And bid the raging tumult cease?
See the son of Hermes rise;

With syren tongue and speaking eyes,
Hush the noise and soothe to peace!

Lo! from the regions of the north,
The reddening storm of battle pours;
Rolls along the trembling earth,
Fastens on Olynthian towers.

"Where rests the sword?-where sleeps the brave?
Awake! Cecropia's ally save
From the fury of the blast;
Burst the storm on Phocis's walls;
Rise! or Greece for ever falls,

Up! or freedom breathes her last!"

The jarring states obsequious now,
View the patriot's hand on high;
Thunder gathering on his brow;
Lightning flashing from his eye!

Borne by the tide of words along,
One voice, one mind, inspire the throng:

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"To arms! to arms! to arms!" they cry, Grasp the shield, and draw the sword, Lead us to Philippi's lord,

Let us conquer him-or die !"

Ah eloquence! thou wast undone ;

Wast from thy native country driven,

When tyranny eclipsed the sun,

And blotted out the stars of heaven.

When liberty from Greece withdrew,
And o'er the Adriatic flew,

his urn,

To where the Tiber pours
She struck the rude Tarpeian rock;
Sparks were kindled by the shock-
Again thy fires began to burn!

Now, shining forth, thou madest compliant,
The conscript fathers to thy charms;
Roused the world-bestriding giant,
Sinking fast in slavery's arms!

I see thee stand by freedom's fane,
Pouring the persuasive strain,
Giving vast conceptions birth:
Hark! I hear thy thunder's sound,
Shake the forum round and round-
Shake the pillars of the earth!

First-born of liberty divine!

Put on religion's bright array;
Speak! and the starless grave shall shine,
The portal of eternal day!

Rise, kindling with the orient beam;
Let Calvary's hill inspire the theme!
Unfold the garments rolled in blood!
O touch the soul, touch all her chords,
With all the omnipotence of words,

And point the way to heaven-to God.

COLONEL ISAAC HAYNES.

AFTER the city of Charleston had fallen into the hands of Lord Cornwallis, his lordship issued a proclamation, requiring of the inhabitants of the colony that they should no longer take part in the contest, but continue peaceably at their homes, and they should be most sacredly protected in property and person.

This was accompanied with an instrument of neutrality, which soon obtained the signatures of many thousands of the citizens of South Carolina, among whom was Colonel Haynes, who now conceived that he was entitled to peace and security for his family and fortune.

But it was not long before Cornwallis put a new construction on the instrument of neutrality, denominating it a bond of allegiance to the king, and called upon all who had signed it to take up arms against the Rebels! threatening to treat as deserters those who refused! This fraudulent proceeding in Lord Cornwallis roused the indignation of every honourable and honest man.

Colonel Haynes now being compelled, in violation of the most solemn compact, to take up arms, resolved that the invaders of his native country should be the objects of his vengeance. He withdrew from the British, and was invested with a command in the continental service; but it was soon his hard fortune to be captured by the enemy and carried into Charleston.

Lord Rawdon, the commandant, immediately ordered him to be loaded with irons, and after a sort of a mock trial, he was sentenced to be hung! This