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629. PERNY'S VICTORI. Were anything | And those. forsaken of God, and to themselves gir. wantus, to perpetuate the fame of this vic The prudent shunned him, and his house, (en up tory, it would be sufficiently memorable, from As one, who had a deadly moral plague ; L'le scene where it was fought. This war has veen distinguished, by new and peculiar char. And tain all would have shunned him, at the day acteristics. Naval warfare has been carried Of judgment; but in vain.

All, who gave ear, into the interior of a continent, and navies, With greediness, or, willingly, their tongues as if by magic, launched from among the Made herald to his lies, around him wailed; depths of the forest! The bosom of peace-While on his face, thrown back by injured men Tullakes, which, but a short time since, were in characters of ever-blushing shame, scarcely navigated by man, except to be appeared ten thousand slanders, all his own. skimmed by the light cance of the savage, have all at once been ploughed by hostile

630. TRUE FRIENDSHIP. Damon and Py. ships. The vast silence, that had reigned, thias, of the Pythagorean sect in philosophy, for axes, on these mighty waters, was broken lived in the time of Dionysius, the tyrant of loy the thunder of artillery, and the alrighted Sicily. Their mutual friendship was savage-stared, with amazement, from his strony, that they were ready to die for one covert, at the sudden apparition 'of a sea- another. One of the two, (for it is not known fight, amid the solitudes of the wilderness.

which,) being condemned to death, by the tyThe peal of war has once sounded on that rant, obtained leave to go into his own coulahe, but probably, will never sound again. try, to settle his aitairs, on condition, that the The last roar of cannon, that died along her other should consent to be imprisoned in his shores, was the expiring note of British dom- stead, and put to death for him, if he did not mation. Those vast, eternal seas will, per- tention of every one, and especially of the ty.

return, before the day of execution. The atJiaps, never again be the separating space; rant himself, was excited to the highest pitch: bosomed-within a mighty empire; and this as every body

was curious, to see what would victory, which decided their fate, will stand be the event of so strange an atlair. When unrivalled, and alone, deriving lustre, and the time was almost elapsed, and he who was perpetuty, from its sinzleness.

gone did not appear; the rashness of the othIn future times, when the shores of Erie shall er, whose sanguine friendship had put him hum with a busy population; when towns, upon running so seeiningly desperate a hazand cities, shail

' brighten, where now, ex- ard, was universally blamed. But he still de tend the dark tangled forest; when ports shall clared, that he had not the least shadow of spread their arms, and lofty' barbis shall ride, doubt in his mind, of his friendstidelity. The where now the canoe is iasiened to the stake; event showed how well he knew him. He when the present age shall have grown into

came in due time, and surrendered himself tu venerable antiquity, and the mists of fable that late, which he had no reason to think le begin to gather round its history, then, will should escape; and which he did not desire the mhabitants of Canada look back to this to escape, by leaving his friend to suffer in battle we record, as one of the romantic his place. Such tidelity softened, even the ixchievements of the days of yore. It will savaze heart of Dionysius himself. He parsland first on the page oi' their ivral legends, doned the condemned; he gave the two sind in the marvellous tales of the borders? friends to one another, and be ved that they The fisherman, as he loiters along the beach, would take himself in for a third. will point to some half-buried cannon, corroned with the rust of time, and will speak of Deep-in the wave, is a coral grove, ocean warriors, that came from the shores of Where the purple muller, and gold-fish rove. the Atlantic; while the boatman, as he trims Where the sea-flower-spreads its leaves of blue, his sail to the breeze, will chant, in rude dit. That never are wer, with fallen dew, ties, the name ot' Perry, the early hero of But in bright and changerul beauty shine, Lake Erie.-Irring.

Far down in the green, and glassy lorie. TwaSlander, filled her mouth, with lying words, The floor is of sand, like the mountain drin, Sander, the foulcat whelp ot' Sin. The man,

And the pearl-shells spangle the flimiy snow; In whom this spirit entered, was undone,

From coral rocks the sea-plants litt llis tongue--was set on fire of bell, his heari- Their bows, where the vides and billows flow; Was black as death, his legs were faint with haste The water is calm and still below, To propagate the lie, his soul had framed.

For the winds and the waves are absent there, Huis pulow-was the peace of fainilies

And the sands-are bright as the stars, that glow Destroyed, the sigh of innocence reproached,

In the motionless fields of upper air: Broken friendships, and the strile or brotherhoods; There, with its waving blade of green, Yet did he spare his sleep, and hear the clock 'The sea-flag streams through the silent water, Nurnler the inidnight watches, on his bed,

And the crimson leaf or the pulse is seen Devising nuschief more; and early rose,

To blush, like a banner, bathed in slaughter: And made mosthellish meals of good men's names. There, with a light and easy motion, From door to door, you might have seen him speed,

The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sca Or, placed amitisi a group of gaping fools,

And the yellow and scarlet iufts of ocean, And whispering in their ears, with his loul lips;

Are bending like corn, on the upland lea: Peace tied the neighborhood, in which he made

And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Ilis launts; and, like a moral pestilence,

Is sporting and those bowers of stone, Before his breath-the healthy sliools and blooms

And is sale, when the wrathsul Spirit of storms, Of social joy and happiness, decayed.

Hlas made the top of the waves his own. Fools only, in his oompany were seen,

Pride goeth before destruction.



631. BRUTUS HARANGUE ON CESAR'S | Dioptrics, optics, katoperics, carbon, DEATH. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Chlorine, and iodine, and aerostatics; hear me—for my cause; and be silent, that Also,-why frogs, for want otur, expire; you my hear. Believe me--for mine honor; And how to set the Tappan sea on fire! and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisiiom; and In all the movern languages, she was awake your senses, that you may the better Exceedingly well versed; and had de voleil, judge. If there be any, in this assembly, any To their attainment, far more time than bas, dear friend of Cesar's, to himn I say thai Brutus' love to C'esar-was no less than his. If, For she had taken lessons, iwice a week,

By the best leachers lately, been allotteid; then, that friend demand, why Brutus--rose against Cesar, this is my answer: Not that I For a full month in each; and she could speak loved Cesar--less, but, that I loved Rome French and Italian, equally as well more. Had you rather Cesar were living, and As Chinese, Portuguese, or German; und die all slaves; than that ('esar were dead, to what is still more surprising, she could spell live all freemen? As Cesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it: Was quite familiar in Low Dutch and Spanish,

Most of our longest English words, of hand; as he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There are tears And tho't of studying modern Greek and Danish. for his love, joy--for his fortune, honor-for She sang d vinely: and in " Love's young dream." his valor, and death-for his ambitiou. Who's

And Famy dearesi," and "The soldier's bride;"> here so base, that would be a bondunun? if

And every song whose denr del ghuu iheine, any, speak; for him--have I oilentet. Who's here so rude, that would not be a Roman? if

Is - Love, still love," hail oti ull midnigli trieel any, speak? for him-have I olended. Who's Her finesi, lotest pigeon-wings of sound, here so vile, that will not love his country ? if Waking the very watclimen tar around.-ilallerk. any, speak; for him--have I otlended. -I 633. CHARITY. Thouzh I speali--with pause for a reply.

the tongues of men, and of angels, and have None! then none--have I offended. I have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, done no more to Cesar, than you should do to or a tinkling cymbal. And thouch I have the Prutus. The question of his death-is en gift of prophecy, and understand all mysterolled in the capitol; his glory not extenuated, ries, and all knowledge; and though I have wherein he was worthy; nor his offences en- all faith, so that I could remove monntains forced, for which he sullered death.

and have not charity, I am nothing. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark

And though I bestow all my goods to feed Antony; who, though he had no hand in his the poor, and thou:h I vive my body to be death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a burned, and have not charity, it protiteth me place in the commonwealth; as, which of you nothing. Charity—sullereth long, anu is kind; shall not!- With this I depart

that as I charity--envietii not; charity-vaunteth not slow my best lover-for the good of Rome, i itself; it is not puuled up; doth nor behave ithave the same darger for myself, when it shall self unseemly; seeketh not her own; is not please my country to need

easily provoked; thinketh no evil; rejoiceth

not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; 632. ACCOMPLISITED YOUNG LADY.

beareth all ininys, believeth all things, hopeth She shone, at every concert; where are bought

all things, endureth all things. Tickets, by all who wish them, for a dollar;

Charity--never faileth: but whether there

be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there She pationised the theatre, and thought,

be tongues, they shall ceave; whether there That Wallack looked extremely well in Rolla; be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For wo She fell in love, as all the ladies do,

know, in part, and we prophecy, in part. But, With Mr. Simpson-talked as loudly, too,

when that which is perfect, is come, then that,

which is in part, shall be done away. As any beauty of the highest grade,

When I was a child, I spahe as a child, 1 To the gay circle in the box beside her; understood as a child, I thought as a child; And when the pit-hall vexet, and half afraid, but when I became a man, I put away child

With looks or smothered indignation eyed her; ish things. For now, we see through a glass, She calmly met their gaze, and stood before 'em, darkly; but then, face to face: now, I know Smiling at vulgar taste, and mock decorum.

ni part; but then, shall I know, even as also

I ain known. And now abideth faith, hope, And though by no means a “Bas bleu," she had charity, these three; but the greatest of these

For literature, a most becom ng passion; is charity.--St Paul. Had skimmed the latest novels, good, and bad, And read the Croakers, when they were in When first thy eyes wivni), give thy soul leave fash on;

To do the like; our bodies--but forerun And Dr. Chalmers' sermons, of a Sunday; (gundi. The spirit's duty ; true hearts--spread and heave And Woodworth's Cabinet, and the new Salma

Unto their God, as flowers do--to the sun;

Give him thy first tho'ts then, so--shalt ihou keep She was among the first, and warmest patrons org******** conversariones, where, (matrons. Yet never sleep the sun up: prayer-should

Him company-all day, and in lim-sleep. In rainbow groups, our brighl eyed maids, and Dawn with the day: there are sei--awtul hours-.. On science bent, assemble; to prepare

Twixt heaven and us; the manna--was not goo Themselves for acting well, in lite, their part, As wives and mothers. There she leari'd ly heart

After sun rising; for day-sullies flowers:

Rise-to prevent the sun; sleep-doth sins glut, Words, to the witches in Macbeth unknown, And henven's gate opens when the world's is shut.

Hydraulics, hydrostatics, and pneumatics Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores uurolla.

my death.



635. CHILD HAROLD-CAX10 IV. In slambers of milnighé, the sailor boy lay;

Oh! that the desert--were my dwelling place, His hammock swung loose, at the sport of the wind;

With one fair spirit--for my minister, But watch-wom, ani weary, his erres flew away,

That I might all forget the human race, And visions of happiness canced o'er his mind.

And hating no one, love but only her! He dreamt of his home, of his dear native bowers,

Ye elements !-in whose ennobling stir, And pleasure that waited on life's merry morn;

I feel myself exalted-Can ye not

Accord me such a being? Do I err While mnenory-stool sideways, half covered with power,

In deeming such-inhabit many a spot! And restored every rose, but secretelits thorn,

Though with them to converse, can rarely lo Art It Then faney, her magical pinions spread wide,

There is a pleasure-in the pathless woods,
Anllade the young dreamer in ecstasy rise-

There is a rapture-on the lonely shore,
Now far, far behind him, the green waters glide,
And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes.

There is society where none intrudex,

By the deep sea, and music in its rar:
The jeesimine climbers in fl)wer o'er the thatch,

I love not man the less, but nature tnore,
And the swallow sings sweet, from her nest in the wall;

From these our interviews, in which I steal
A}} trembling with transport, he raises the latch,

From all I may be, or have been before, Awi the voices of love ones reply to his call.

To mingle-with the Universe, and feel 1 father bends o'er him, with looks of delight,

What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal His check is impearlel, with a mother's warm fear,

Roll on, thou deep, and dark blue ocean--roll! Amri the lips of the boy, in a bove-kiss unite,

Ten thousand flerts sweep over thee in vain; With the lips of the maid, whom his bosom holds dear.

Man marks the earth with ruin--his control The heart of the sleper bea's high in his breast,

Stops with the shore ;--upon the watery plaid Joy quickens his pulse-all his hardships seem o'er,

I he wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth regaia Ani a murmur of happiness steals through his rest

A shadow of man's ravage, wie bis own; * God, thou hast blesci ma-- I ask for no more."

When for a moment, like a dmp of rain, Ah, what is that fane which now bursts on his eye!

He sinks into thy depths, with bubbling groun, Ah, why is that svunt, which now lirums his eur!

Without a grave, unkuellal, uncothnel, and unkowa Tin the lightning's red glare, painting bell on the sky!

The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Tis the crash of the thunder, the groan of the sphere !

of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, He springs from his hammock-he flies to the deck,

And monarchs tremble, in their capitals, Amvement coalrous him with images dire

The oak leviathans, whose huge rits buske W. win's, and waves drive the vowel a wreck

Their clay creator, the vain title takeThe mists fly in splinters--the shrouls are on tire !

or brlof thee, and arbiter of war! Like niountains, the billows tremendously swell

These are thy toys, and, as the snowy fake, In vain the lost wretch calls on Mary to save;

They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Unseen banls of spirits are wringing his knell,

Alike, the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgas And the death angel tas his omad wing o'er the wave!

Thy shores are empires, changed in all save the On! Milor boy, woe to thy dream of delight!

Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthare, what are they? In darkness dissolves the guy frost-work of bliss

Thy water wasted them, while they were free, Where now is the picture that lancy touched bright,

And many a tyrant since their shores obey Thy parents' fond pressure, ani bre's honeyel kiss!

The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay

Has dried up realaus to deserts :-no! 30 thou-
Oh! sailor boy! silor bry! never a rain
Shall home, love, or kindred, thy wishes repay ;

Unchangeable, save to thy will waves' play

Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure browUnblessed, and unhonora!, down deep in the main,

Such as creation's dawn bebeld, thou rollest no Full bany a score fathom, thy frame shall decay.

Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form No tomb shall e'er pleal to remembrance for thee,

Glasses itself in tempes's; in all time, (reiem form, or frans, from the merciless surge ;

(Calm, or convulsel, in breeze, or gale, or storm, But the white fan of waits shall thy winding-sheet be,

Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, And, in the midnight of winter, thy dirge.

Dark-heaving, --boundless, enlless, and sublima On be is of greeu sa-flower, thy limbs shall le lait;

The image of Eternity-the throne Around thy white bouer, the red corat shall grow;

Of the invisible; even from out thy slime Of thy fair yellow lacks, thruals of amber be made,

The ruoasters of the deep are male! each zone An every part soit to thy mision below.

Obeys thee; thou goust forth, dread, fathomless, alone Days, months, years, and ages, shall circle away,

And I have loved thee, Ocean! ani my joy And the vast waters over thy holy shall roll

or youthful sports was on thy breast to be Erthless thy pa'tern forever, and aye

Borne like the bubbles, onward; from a boy, Oh! sailor boy! sulor toy! peace to thy soul.--Dimond. I wantonel with thy breakers--they to me TIME AND its CINES. Reformation is

Were a delight; and if the freshening sea a work of time. A national taste, however

Made them a terror-'twas a pleasing fear, wrong it may be, cannot be totally changed

For I was, ns it were, a chill of thee,

Antrusted to thy billows for and near, at once; we must yield a little to the prepos.

And laid my hand upon thy mane-as I do here. session, which has taken hold on the mind. und we may then bring people to adopt what in the dreams of delight, which with ardor 9 would otlend them, if endeavored to be intro. on the phantom of sorrow appears; (scek, duced by violence.

And the roses of pleast re, wlich bloom on your What's faine ? a fancied life in other's breath, Must be steeped in the dewofyour tears.(check, A thing beyond us, een before our death. The aged man, that coffers up his gold, [fits, All fame is foreign, but of true desert,

Is plagu'd with cramps, and gouts, and painful Plave round th: bad, but comes not to the heart; And scarce hath eyes, his ireastire to be bold, One self-approving hour, whole years outweighs But suill, like pining Tantalus, he sits, of s'upid starers, and of loud hussas :

And useless bavs the harvest of his wits,
And more true joy, Marcellus-exil'd, feels, Having no other pleasure of his gain,
Than Cesar, with a senate at his heels.

But torment, that it cannot cure his pain.
Mind, not money-makes ibe man,

To err---is human; to forgive-divine.

636. PATRIOTIC TRIUMPU. The citizens A: length, one morn, to taste the air, of America---celebrate that day, which gave The youth and maid, in one horse cliair, birth to their liberties. The recollection of

A long excursion took. this event, replete with consequences so be

Edgar had nerved his bashful heart, neficial to mankind, swells every heart with

The sweet confession to impari, joy, and fills every tongue with praise. We celebrate, not the sanguinary exploits of a

For ah! suspense had caused a sinart, tyrant, to subjugate, and enslave-millions He could no longer brook. of his fellow-creatures; we celebrate, neither

He drove, nor slackened once his reins, the birth, nor the coronation, of that phantom, styled a king; but, the resurrection of liberty,

Till Hempstea(l's wide extended plains the crancipation of mankind, the regenera

Seem'd join'd to skies above : tion of the world. These are the sources of

Nor louse, nor tree, nor shrub was near our joy, these the causes of our triumph. We The rude and dreary scene to cheer, pay no homage at the tomb of kings, to sub Nor soul within ten miles 10 hear-line our feelings--we trace no line of illus

And still, poor Falgar's silly fear, trious ancesters, to support our dignity--we

Forbade to speak of love. recur to no usages sanctioned by the authority of the great, to protect our rejoicing;

At last, one desperale effort broke no, we love liberty, we glory in the rights of The bashful spell, and Edgar spoke, men, we glory in independence. On what

With most persuasive tone; ever part of God's creation a human form

Recounted past attendance o'er, pines under chains, there, Americans drop

And then, by all that's lovely, swore, their tears.

That he would love, for evermore, A dark cloud once shaded this beautiful quarter of the globe. Consternation, for

If she'd become his own. awhile, agitated the hearts of the inhabitants. The maid, in silence, heard his prayer, War desolated our fields, and buried our vales Then, with a most provoking air, in blood. But the dayspring from on high

She, tittered in his face; soon opened upon us its glittering portals. "The angel of liberty descending, dropped on

And said, “ 'Tis time for you to know, Washington's brow, the wreath of victory,

A lively girl must have a beau, and stamped on American freedom, the seal Just like a reticule--for show; of omnipotence. The darkness is past, and And at her nod to come, and go-the true light now shines to enliven, and re

But he should know his place. joice mankind. We tread a new earth, in

Your penetration must be dull, which dwelleth righteousness; and view a new heaven, flaminy with inextinguishable

To let a bope within your skull stars. Our feet will no more descend into the

Of matrimony spring. valc of oppressions; our shoulders will no

Your wife! ha, ha! upon my word, more bend--under the weight of a foreign The thought is laugnably absurd, domination, as cruel, as it was unjust. Well As anything I ever heard may we rejoice-at the return of this glorious

I never dreom'd of such a thing." anniversary; a day dear to every American; a day--to be had in everlasting remembrance;

The lover sudden dropp'd his rein, a day, whose lisht circulates joy-through

Now on the centre of the plainthe hearts of all republicans, and terror

"The linch-pin's out!" he cried; through the hearts of all tyrants.-Maxy. Be pleased, one moment, to alight, 037. TIT FOR TAT: COQUETRY PUNISHED.

Till I can set the matter right, Ellen was fair, and knew it too,

That we may safely ride."
As other village beauties do,

He said, and handed out the fair-
Whose mirrors-never lie;

Then laughing, crack'd his whip in air,
Secure of any swain she chose,

And wheeling round his horse and chair, She smiled on half a dozen beaux,

Exclaim'd, “ Adieu, I leave you there And, reckless of a lover's woes,

In solitude to roam."? She cheated these, and taunted those ;

"What mean you, sir!" the maiden cricd, "For how could any one suppose

“ Did you invite me out to ride, A clown could take her eye ?"

To leave me here, without a guide!

Nay, stop, and take me home."
But whispers through the village ran,
That Edgar was the happy man,

* What! take you home!”' exclaim'd the beau, The maid desigu'd to bless;

“ Indeed, ir; dear. I'd like to know For, wheresover moved the fair,

How such a hopeless wish could grow, I'he youth was, like her shadow, there,

Or in your bosom spring. (word, And rumor-boldly match'd the pair,

What! take Ellen home? ha! ha! upon my For village folks will guess.

The thought is laughably absurd.

As anything I ever heard; Edgar did love. but still delay'd

I never dream'd of such a thing!" fo make confession to the maid, So baslıful was the youth;

Man, always prosperous, would be giddy But let the fame in secret burn,

and insolent; always afllicted-would be sulCertain of ineering a return,

len, or despondent. Hopes and fears, joy and

sorrow, are, therefore, so blended in his life, as When. from his lips, the fair should learn, both to give room for worldly pursuits, and to Oticialis, the truth.

recall the adınonitions of conscience.

638. RECITATIONS INSTEAD OF THE AS' 639. WATERLOO ; THE BALL AND BATTLE. TIES. In its present state, the theatre-de. There was a sound of revelry-by nglit, serves no encouragement. It has nourished And Belgium's capital-had gathered then interperance, and all vice. In saying this, per beauty, and her chivalry; and bright I do not say that the amusement is radically, The lamps shone v'er fair women, and brave men essentially evil. I can conceive of a theatre, which would be the noblest of all amuse- A thousand hearis bear happily; and when ments, and would take a high rank, among Music arose, with its voluptuous swell, the means of retining the taste, and elevating Son eyes looked love, 10 eyes, which spake avain, the character of a people. The deep woes, And all went merry as a marriage-bjell; [knel! the mighty, and terrible passions, and the But huslı! hark! a deep sound strikes like a risin sublime emotions--of genuine tragedy, are fitted to thrill us with human sympathies, Did ye not hear it?-No; 'twas but the wind, with profound interest in our nature, with a Or the car, rattling o'er the stony sireet: consciousness of what man can do, and dare, On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; and suiler, with an awed feeling of the feartul No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meer, mysteries of life. The soul of the spectator To chase the glowing hours, with tiying leti is stirred from its depths; and the lethargy, But hark! That heavy sound breaks in once more, in which so many live, is roused, at least for a time, to some intenseness of thought, and As if the clouds—its echo would repeat; sensibility. The drama answers a high pur- And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! (ro:ur! pose, when it places us in the presence of the Arin! arm! it is-it is—ihe cannon's opening inost solemn, and striking event of human ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, history, and lays bare to us the human heart, And gathering tears, and tremblings or distress, in its most powerful, appalling, glorious workings. But how little does the theatre Aud cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago accomplish its end? How often is it disura- Blushed--at the praise of their own loveliness: ced, by monstrous distortions of human na. And there were sudden partings, such as press ture, and still more disgraced by protaneness, The lite from out young heurls, and choking siybs, coarseness, indelicacy, low wit, such as no Which ne'er might be repeated; for who could woman, worthy of the name, can hear with liever more should meet, those niutual eyes, (guese, out a blush, and no man can take pleasure Since upon night, so sweet, such awful mora in-without self-igra uutiom. Is it possible,

could rise ? that a christian, and a retined people, can resort to theatres, where exhibitions of danc- And there was mounting in hot haste; the sleech ing are given, fit only for brothers, and where The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, the most licentious class in the community Went pourmg forward with impetuous speed, thronz, unconcealed, to tempt, and destroy! | And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; That the theatre should be sutlered to exist, in its present degradation, is a reproach to And the deep thunder, peal on peal, afar; the community. Were it to fall, a better dra. And near, the beat o the alarming drum, ma might spring up in its place. In the Roused up the soldier, ere the morning star; meantime, is there not an amusement, hav- While thronged the citizens, with terror dumb, ing an atlinity with the drama, which might Or whispering with white lips--- The foe! they We usefully introduced among us? I mean, coine! they come !" Recitations. A work of genius, recited by a inan of tine taste, enthusiasm, and powers of And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, elocution, is a very pure, and high gratifica- Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, tion. Were this art cultivated, and encour. Grieving, it aught inan inate e'er grieves, aved. great numbers, now insensible to the Over the returning brave --alas! most beautiful compositions, might be waked Ere evening, to be trodden like the grass, up to their excellence, and power. It is not which now beneath them, but above sliall grow, easy to conceive of a more eflectual way, of spreading a refined taste through a commu- In iis next verdure, when this fiery mass nity. The drama, widoubtedly, appeals more or living valor, rolling on the foc, [and low. strongly to the passions than recitation; but And burning with high hope, shall moulder coli, the latter brings out the meaning of the author Last noon-beheld them, full of lusty life, more. Shakspeare, worthily rerited, would be better understood than on the stage. Then, in

Last eve-in beauty's circle, proudly gay, recitation, we escape the weariness of listen- The midnight---brought the signal-sound of strife, ins to poor performers; who, after all, till up The morn—the marshaling in arins.--the day, most of the time at the theatre. Recitations, Battle's magnificently-stern array! (renly sufficiently varied, so as to include pieces of The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which, when, chaste wit, as well of pathos, beauty and the earth is covered thick with other clay, sublimity, is alapted to our present intellect. Which her own clay shall cover, heaped, and penh nal progress, as much as the drama talls bee low ii. Should this exhibition be introduced Rider and horse --friend, soe,-in one red buried

blent ! among iis successfully, the result would be,

What's in the air? that the power of recitation would be extensively called forth, and this would be added Some subtle spirit---runs through all my veinis; to our social, and domestic pleasures.

Hope--seems to ride, this morning, on the wind, Thou knowest but little,

And outshines the sun. If thou dost think true virtue-is confined When things go wrong, each fool presumes tadTo climes, or systems; no. it flows spontaneous, And if more lappy, thinks himelt more wise: (vica, Likelife's warm suream, throughout the whole cre- All wreichedly deplore the present state; And beats the pulse of every healthful heari. [ation, And that advice seems liest, which comes 100 late

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