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659. SPEECH OF BELIAL, DISSUADING WAR. Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved,

I should be much for open war, oh peers, Ages--oi hopeless end?--this would be wron. As not behind in hate, is what were urged, War. therefore, open and concuuled, alike Main reason to persuade immediate war,

My voice dissuades.- Millon. Did not dissuade me more, and seem to cast POMPEU. Flow serenely slept the stai-light Ominous conjecture on the whole success; on that lovely city! how breathlessly its pila When lie, who most excels in tact of arms,

lared streets reposed in their security! how In what he counsels, and in what excels,

softly rippled the dark, green waves beyond!

how cloudless spread aloft and blue the dreamMistrustful, grounds his courage on despair,

ing Campanian skies! Yet this was the last And utter dissolution as the scope

night for the gay Pompeii! the colony of the Of all luis aim, after some dire revenge. (filled hoar Chaldean! the fabled city of Hercules! Pirel, rohat revenge?-The towers of heaven are the delight of the voluptuous Roman' Ago With armed watch, that render all access

after age had rolled indestructive, unlueded, Supregnable: ost, on the bordering deep,

over its head; and now the last ray quivered Eucamp their legions: or with obscure wing,

on the dial plate of its doom! Scout far and wide, into the realms of mighi,

660. THE BEGGAR'S PETIT. N. Scorning surprise. Or could we break our way

Pity the sorrows I of a poor old man, (door; By force, and at our heels, all hell should rise,

Whose treinbling limbs I have bore him to your With blackest insurrection, to confound

Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, Heaven's purest light; yet our great enemy,

Oh! give relief, and Heav'n will bless your store. All incorruptible, would, on his throne,

These latter'd clothes | my poverty bespeak, Sii, unpolluted; and the etherial mold,

These houry locks proclaim my lengthend years; Incapable of stain, would soon expel

And many a furrow 1 in my grief-wom cheek, Her inischief, and purge off the baser fire,

Has been the channel, 10 a flood of lears.
Victorious. Thus repulsed, our final hope Yon house, erected I on the rising ground,
Is flat despair; we must exasperate

With tempting aspect I drew me from my road;
The almighty victor-o spend all his rage, For plenty there a residence has found,
And that must end us; thal-must be our cure, And grandeur | a magnificent abode.
To be no more.--Sad cure!--for who would lose, Hard is the fate of the infirm, and poor!
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,

Here, as I crav'll a morsel of their bread, Those thoughts, that wander through elernity,-

A pamper'd menial | drove ine from the door, To perish rather, swallowed up, and lost,

To seek a shelter | in an huinbler shed,
In the wide tomb of uncreated night,
Devoid of sense, and motion ?--And who knows

0. take me to your hospitable dorre; (Let this be good) whether our angry foe

Keen blows the wind, and piercing is the cold! can give it, or will ever? How he can,

Short is my passage I to the friendly lomb; Is doubttul; that he never will, is sure.

For I am poor, and miserably old. Will he, so wise, let loose at once his iro,

Should I reveal the sources I of my grief, Belike through impotence, or unawares,

If soft humanity | e'er louclid your breası, To give his eneinics their wish, and end

Your hands would not | withhold the kind relie!, Them in his anger, whom his anger saves

And lears of pity | would not be represt. To punish endless ? ---- Wherefore cease ye then?" Heav'n sends missortunes; why should we repine? Say they, who counsel war; “we are decreet, 'Tis Heav'n has bro't me | 10 the state you sre; Reserved, and destmed--!0 eternal wo:

And your condition | may be soon like mine, Whatever doing, --what can we suffer mort,

The child of sorrow | and of misery. What can we suffer worse?" Is this then worst, A little farm | was my paternal lor; Thus sitting, thus consulting, thus in arms? Then, like the lark, I sprightly hail'd the moru; What, when we fled amain, pursued and struck But ah! oppression forc'd me from my cot, With heaven's afflicting thunder, and be sought My cattle died, and blighied was my com. The deep 10 shelter us? this hell, then, seemed

My daughter, once the comfort of my age, A refuge--from those wounds! or, when we lay,

Lurd by a villain from her native home, Chained on the burning lake? that sure was worse.

Is cast, abandon’d, on the world's wide stage,
What if the breath, that kindled those grim fires,

And dooin'd | in scanty poverty to roam.
A naked, should blow them into seven-fold rage,
And plunge us in the flames? or, fro:n above,

My tender wise, sweet soother of my care!

Struck with sad anguish | at the stron decree, Should intermitted vengeance--arm again His red right hand to plague us ? what if alt

Fell, ling'ring fell, a victim to despai •; Her stores were opened, and this firmament

And left the world to wretchedness and me. Or helle-should spout her cataracts of fire,

Pity the sorrows | of a poor old man, (door; Impending horrors, threatening hideous fall,

Whose trembling limbs I have born: him to your One day upon our heads; while we, perhaps,

Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span; Designing, or exhorting glorious war,

Oh! give relief, and Heav'n will bless your store. Caught in a fiery tempest, shall be hurled,

Canst thou administer-to a mind diseased? Each on his rock transfixed, the sport and prey

Fluck- from the memory--a rootedl sirrow, Of racking whirlwinds ; or, for ever sunk

Rize out the written troubles--of the brain :

And with some sweet-oblivious antklote Under yon boiling ocean, wrapped in chains;

Cleanse the stuffe! Losom-of that perila s stul There to cur.verse-with everlasting groans,

Which weighs-upon the heart 7


Betrays--like reason. Let na shun'em bol. Cato. Fathers, we once again are met in conn

Fathers, I cannot see that our ffiirs (round us; Cesar's approach has summond us together, [cil. Are grown thus desperate: ne lave bulwarks And Romettend her fate from our resolves.

Within our walls, ar: troops--imurrdiola How siraji wr treat t is bold aspiring man ?

In Afric's heats, and seasoned to the sin; Success pull follows bun, and backs his crimes, Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Pharsalia-gave him Rome : Egypt-has since

Ready to rise, at its young priure's call. Received his voke, and the whole Nile is Cesar's. While there is hope. do not distr.isl the gods ; Why should I mention Juba's overthrow,

But wait, at least, till Cesar's near approach And Scipio's dealth ? Numidia's burning aan is.

Force Us to yield 'Twill never be too late Siill smoke with blood. 'Tis time we should To stie for chins, and own a conqueror. decree

Why should Rone full a monent, ere her timg? What cour;e to take. Our foe advances on us, No, let us draw her term of freedom cuit, Andrlivies us, even Libya's swiry deserts. In its full length, and spin it to the last. Fathers, pronounce your thoughts': are they still So, shall we gain still one day's liliony; To hold it out, and fill it to the last? (fixed And let me p rishi: hut, in Caro's judgment, Or, ar your hear ssubdited al length, and wro't, A day, 111 HOUR, of virtuous liberty, By line and il success, to a submission ? Is worth a whole elernity--in boudage.--Addison. Nempe llius, speak

662. GOD IN NATURE.-There is religion Sempronius My voice is still for war.

in every thing around us-a calm and holy Gods! cand Romani senate long debate,

religion, in the unbreathiny things of nature, Which of the two to choos', slavery, or death? Wo; let us rise a opic. gird on our swords,

which man would do well to im late. It is a And, at the head of our remaining roups,

meek and blessed luence, stealing in as it Attack the fe, beakthrough the thick array were. unawares upon the heart. It comes Oil is thronged legions, and charge home upon quietly, and without excitement. It has no Perhaps somrarm more lucky than the rest, [bim. terror, no gloom in its approaches. It does May reach his heart, and free the wor.d--from not rouse up the passions; it is untrammeled hondage.

by the creeds, and unshadowed by the superRise, fathers, rise! 'l's Rome demands your help; stitions of man. It is fresh from the hands of Rise, and invenge her

shtered ci izens, its author, glowing from the immediate pres Or share their fire! Tlie corpse of half her senate ence of the Great Spirit, which pervades and Manure the fields of Thessily, while we

quickens it. Bit here, delivering in cold debates,

It is written on the arched sky.. It looks If we should sacri ice ir lives to honor,

out from every star. It is on the sailing Or wear them out in service, and chains. Rouse 'r'). for shame! our brothers of Pharsalia cloud, and in the invisible wind. It is among Point at their wound, and cry aloud- "To bullie! the hills and valleys of the earth-wliere the Great Pompey's shade-complains that we are shru' less mountain-top-pierces the thin atxw.

(us: mosphere of eternal winter-or where the And Scipiu's phost-walks unreveged, anjongst mighty forest fluctuates, before the strong

Lipnot it torrent of improt 100: zeil -- wind, with its dark waves of green foliage. It Transport the thus, beyond the bounds of rea is spread out like a legille language, upon Tiup fortitude is spent great exploits, (son: the broad face of the unsleeping ocean. It is The justice warrants, and that wisdum guides : tie poetry of nature. It is this which uplitts All rise is inwering frenzy and distraction. the spirit within us, until it is strong enough Are 10 the lives of those, who draw the sword, to overlook the shadows of our place of proIn Rome's defence, intristel to our care: ?

bation; which breaks, link after link, tho Si il we tous lead them to a field of

' slaughter, chain that binds us to materiality; and Miglie not the marrial world, with reason, say, which opens to our imagination a world of Hlavish dator deaths, i he i lood of thousands, To gruce our full, and make our ruin glurions ;

spiritual beauty and holiness, Lutrius, we next would know what's your opinion.

PLAY-PLACE OF EARLY DAYS, Lucius, All thoughts, I 1998t confess, are Be it a weakness, it deserves some praisa,

metall perire. Already. Irive our quarrels filled the world

We love the play-place of our early days; Will wniows and witi orphans: Seythia mnours | The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, Our guilty wars, and eartli's remotest regions That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. liin half inpeopled, by the feeds of Rome (kind. The wall on which we trieil our graving skill, "Tilime to wheathe the sword and spare manIt is not ('esar but the gods, my athers,

The very name we carv'l subsisting still; The gods declare against ils and ropel

The bench on which we sat while decp employ'd,
Our vain atampis. Tooling. Ilie foeto batile, Though mangled, hacked, and bewed, not yet
(Prompted by blind revenge and will despair,) destroyed :
Were to refuse the awards of Proviseure,

The little ones, inhutton'd, glowing hot,
And it to rest in Henyen s determination.
Alrendy ha' e we shinani onr love to Rome;

Playing our games, and on the very spot;
Now, IPIN NOW submission to the goals

As happy as we one, to kneel an I drar We took tin riis, not tor venge onrselnes, The chalky ring, ani knuckle down at taw; Buit freilie ommonwealth ; wlient thix en fils, Topitch the ball into the grounded hal, Arm hefurhertise : our countri's rais, Tunidew or swer's, Ouresis' on from our

Ordrive is devious with a dextrous pat; And hide 114 m delight in Romblo al, (lands, The pleasing spectacle at once excites Unprofitable shiel: whnt mon could do

Such recollection of our own delights, 13 domeniiend: heuren and earlh- will witness, That, viewing it, we seem almost t'obtain 1--Rome--St - fall that are innocent. San. This smooth disronrue, and will behav.

Our innocent, sweet, siinp'e years again. Cowper Conrala raitor--comet' ng biyera me fior oft Come sleep. () sleep, the certain knot of peace ill is not richt- (aro bare of Licinis Caio. 1.. us apperr- nor razh, nor diffident:

Thr bailing-place of wit, the balm of wo; Imunodevate valor - gu'elle into a fallt;

The poor man's wia'th, the prisoner's releare, And fear, adianted into public councils,

Th'indifferent judge between the high and low.

663. PATRICK HENRY SPEECH. 1775. ! insult; our supplications have been disregarded! No 10-thinks inore briglily 100 l 10. of thie' and we have been pomel, with contemnja inom patriotism, as well as the abilitirs. o tine very the lool oi the throne lo vunt. ating thereum worthy gem. who have justacher sses the inity we mange the fonctiope 0.7erce and recorde house But the rent molt se tiene cituut on. There is no longer als rium for hope. subjert in dilli roll lights: 11 theositore. I 1o, il li we wish to be free; I went to preserve in. will not be thought disvespertid to those galities. 'riolate, those intes1 matske prireges or which we if. elll rangs I do opinions of all cleracer le lien so long contending; if we mean not very opposite to ilor. I slou'd speak forih my basely to abundant the no le struggle, Inlich Senit 10) 1115-erly and without reverre. T!sr.

we have been so long and, in which wo S no lor carmon4. The yus on inefire the have plal geil ourselves neier lua! alde ili uwul the house one of ouful mi onone 10 in s country for g'arious oij. Stof our con su salile .taineel my pari. I consider 1:16 Houng less than ilyen we must fight! I repeat it!--sr. We must bouT! tioni o pientem or slarery: 1 in proprion !otline An appeal to anns. ait to the God Ollosis, is all magnitude of the suject. ought to be ile irerelom that is left us. They tell us. s.r, that we are ucak, of debate. 11 is only allo's war we van hope 10 Lable to cope-with so form dalle an adversary Brr ve altrui antulfil the great respons bully

But when-huil we le stronger? Will Ile the which we hold 10 fol allo our country. Were next weerk, or the next ytar! Will it be when I 10 wthhold my stor11 -l's, at such time as We are totally disarmel, and when a British guard this, througlı fear oferig offenre. I should cons. shall le stationed in every house? Shall we gir der myseli' as gulty of reason toward any country, ther strength-by irresolution, and in action? Shat und olar: act of sloyalty towanid lle Mapsty of we ut, u re the means of ettectual resistance, by Heavell, whom I revere alove all rarthlu hings iyong supinely on our bachs, and hugging the deIt is natural for man- to indulgentie l'in ons lus vi pliantoun oi hope unt lour enemies shall have of hope. We are api wo shut or eses against a bound us-hand-nd foot? Sr. we are not weak painful truth: an isle-o the song otlatt syren.

if we make a proper use of those nieans, which il she iransforms 118—11110 beasts. Is this the per the God of nuture hath placed in our power of wise meel, engaged in a great and arduous strug. Three millions--of people, armed--in the holy cause gle for LIPERTY? Are we of postul io le or llie Of LIBERTY, and such it country is thai which numler of those who huring runs ser not, und Ice To-gi'ss, are inrincible, by any force, which karing ears, hear not the things whicli so nearly our enemy call send aga itsilis. Des dies, Sr. We concern their temporal salvat on? For my part

shall not figli our balles alone. There is ;) just whatever angu sio spirulina rose I am wil ng God.-who presides over the destinies oli nations. to know the schole iruth, to know the worst, and to and who will raise up friends to fight our battles provide for it.

fur us. The latlle, sir, is not to the strong-alone; I have but one lamp, by which my feet are us to the rigilant, the active, the BRAVE. Bestles guided; and that the lam-O EXPERIENCE. I

r. We have no election. li we were base enough to know of no way of julehiy of the future bound by desire it, it is now 100late-o relre from the contest. the past. Ani judging is the past. I wxhio There is no retreat, but in submission and starery! Xuw vrhat there has been in the conduct of the Oir chains are forgal. Their clanking-11y be Brits m'n stry, for the insi un years. 10 justify hard on the plains oi Boston' The war is interio those hopes, with which gintlemen have reliable--and let it COME!- roral 1. sir, lei 1 comE. pleased to solace themselres and the house? Is it It is vall sir, 10 artenuate the matter. Genne ihal insidious am le, with which our pelit on has mon may cry--PEACE-'EACE-but there is no teenlately received? Trudi noi stili will srove peace. The war s acluully begun! The next & snije-io rour fiel. Sutfor not yourselves to lie gale, that sweeps from the north will bring 10 our betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves-low this cars the clash on sounding aims! Our brethren grac ous reception of our pei l'on--comporis with are already in the field! Why xar we here Atle! those warl ke pogurations, which cover our ura. What is it, that gentlemen wish? what would they kers, and darken our land. Are fleets, and armies. hare? Is life-0--deat, or peare ---$0 Itel. 118 10 necessary to a work of love, and reconciliation ? be purchased-ot the price oi chains --2011:1 slarery? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be re. Forbud i1.-- Almighty God. I knort 1101 -- what conciled. that force must be called in low ii back course others may lake.--but. us tor me, give me our love! Let us nou deceire ourselves, s'r. These LIBERTY,--or give me--DEATH!" are the implements of war, and subjugation-he

66t. AMERICA. last arguments-10 which kings resort. | ask.

Still one great clime, in full and free defiance, gentlernell, sir, what means this initial array ir jis purpose be noi 10 force us to submission? Can Yet rears her cresl, unconquer'd and subline, gentlenes HX11 anniy nun, possible mive for 11! | Alove the fair Atlantic! she has tauglit pas lirea: Brinin ans enerny in then purter of Her Esau brethren that the haughty tlag, the world, 10 call for all the accumului on op na. The floating lence of Albion's feebler erug. [bougar ries. nud armies? No s'r she has none. They are meant for us : they can lie ineant for no other. May strike to those whose red right hands have They are sent over-io bind, and riret upon us, Rghts cheaply cann'd with blood. Sull, still foreve: those chains. which the Briisli ministry linve been Beller, though each mali's life-blood were a rives, so long forging. And what have we lo oppose: 10 That is should flow, and overflow, thalı creep thein? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have Through thousand lazy channels in our ve 118, been trying that for the last ten years.

11:11 we anyth ng neie to offer upon the suljeet? Nothing Danın't like the dull canal, with locks and cbaina, We have held the subject up inereryl ghiof which And moving, as a sick man in his sleep, it is capable; but it has been all in rain Shull Three paces, and then tallering :--beller be we resort in entrenty, and bumble supplication? Where the extinguish'd Spartojis still are iree, What terms shall we find, which have not been already exhansteel? Let us ot. I bespeel you,

In their proud channel of Thermopylæ, sir, decrive ourselves longer. Sir, we have ilone Than stagnate in our marsh.--or o'er the deep everything that could be done. to avert the storm Fly, and one current 10 the ocean add, which is now coming on. We have petitioned; Ore spirit 10 the souls our fathers hud, We have toonstruteilwe have suppliratal; we have prostrated ours-Íves before the throne and One freeman more, America, lo thee!-Byron. have IMILARED its interposit 011--lo arrest the ty Of The D&EAD OF Reform. The true and only anneal hands of the ministry, and parliament reason, for not allempting a reform or the state of Our petitions – have been slightert; our remon. things is, that the interesi os corruption--requires Hance-have produced auditonal violence and them to remain is they are.


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ciple. Instead of sweeping the globe, with When the hours of Day are numbered,

the guilty purpose of oppressing the wealie And the voices of the Night

robbing the detenceless, excitin the sound

of lamentation in the humble hut, and drawWake the better soul that slumbered

ing forth the tears of the widow, and the orTo a holy, calm delight

phan, let us do what is in our power--to proEre the evening lamps are lighied,

mote the happiness of our fellow men. in And, like phantoms grim and rall,

the genuine spirit of brotherly allection, let Shadows from the fitul fire-light

us smoke the pipe of peace-with the untu

tored wanderer of the western wildernessDance upon the parlor-wall-

or, partake of bread, and salt, with the hardy 'Then the forins of the departed

native of the African desert. Enter at the open door;

Mankind often complain, that they are un. The beloved-one, the true-hearted,

happy; that they tread in a thorny path, and

drink of a bitter stream. But whence do Come to visit me once more!

their sutlerings, and sorrows flow? Do they He, the young and strong, who cherished

not, in a great measure, proceed from the Noble longings for the strite

own seltish, and malignant passions! Re: By the road-side fell and perished,

move the cause, and the (fect will disappea. Weary with the march of lite!

Banish malice, envy, hatred ; let genuine

good-will towards each other prevail, and a Ther, the holy ones and weakly,

great portion of human misery --- will de Wlo the cross of sullering bore

away, like darkness--before the rising sun. Folded their pale hands so meekly

It will dissipate the gloom, which often clouds Spake with us on earth no more!

the countenance, and remove the grief, which And with them the being beauteous

often preys upon the heart.-Fergus.
Who unto my youth was given,
More than all things else to love me,

If thou hast plucked a flower
And is now a saint in heaven.

Oi richest, rarest ray,
With a slow and noisless footstep

And borne it from its garden bower,
Comes that messenger divine,

Thou knowest 'I will fade away:
Takes the vacant chair beside me,

It thou hast gathered gold,

Uurusled and refined,
Lays her gentle hand in mine;

That glittering hoard of worth untold
And she sits and gazes at me,

Thou know'ext the thief may find.
With those deep and tender eyes,
Like the stars, so still and saint-like,

'There is a plant that fears
Looking downward from the skies.

No adverse season's strife,

But with an inborn fragrance cheers
Uitered not, yet comprehended,

The wintry eye of lite;
Is the spirit's voiceless priyer-

There is a wealth that foils
Sofi rebukes, in blessings ended,

The robber's roving eye,
Breathing from her lips of air.

The guerdon of the mind that toi's
Oh! though oft depressed and lonely,

For immortality.
All my fears are laid aside,

() ye, whose brows are bright, If I but remember only

Whose bosoms feel no thorn,
Such as these have lived and died !

Seek knowledge, by the rosy light
666. THE WAY TO BE HAPPY. All man Oi youth's unfolding morn;
kind are brethren. Every human being, who With ardor uncontrolled,
comes in our way, and stands in need of our

Seek w sdom's lore sublime, aid, is entitled to our sympathy. Human na

And win the garland, and the gold ture, and distress, form a legitimate claiin to our friendly assistance. We are not to with

That cannot change with time.-Sigourney hold our brotherly ailection, from any of our

THE LAND OF REST. tellow men, because an imaginary line, a riv. Oh, when--shall I go to that land er, a ridge of mountains, or a channel of the

Where spirits-beatified dwell ? ocean, may have separated their birth-place Oh, rchen shall I join their bright band. from ours; because their manners, customs,

And bid to th searth-a farewell? and political institutions are not the same with our own; because, by reason of ditler-1 am weary of life-und 118 care, ence of climate, and manner of life, their I am weary of life and its roe, skip is tinged with a different color; because Oh, when to that country so fair, they offer their tribute of homage--to the

To that country unknown, shall I Creator in a different manner; or, because there is some difference, or shade of ditler. A soft yellow light fills the air

Of ence, between their religious rites, and opin

Tand, which I long to behold; (ther ions, and ours.

And the faces and forms-of the saints who ar The sentinent of universal benevolence

Are clothed-in its lustre of gold. expands the heart, humanizes the mind, and like angels they look-as they more, fostersevery generous aflection; but jealousy,

And like angels they pass the sweet nou's; malace, hatred, and other malignant pas. For they are not mortals, lille spirits, who rove sions--pervert the soul, and cramp, and vitiate--the best feelings of our nature. They

In the light of those beautiful bouers. wage war with every manly, and liberal prin

Face to face the truth comes out

80 ?

By the

667. Tire PERFECT ORATOR. Imagine to

669. TIME-NEW YEAR. yourselves—a Demosthenes, addressing the 'Tis midnight's holy hour; und silence, now, most illustrious assembly in the world, upon Is brooding, like a gentle spirii, o'er (winds, a point, whereon the fate of the most illustri. The still-and pulseless world. Hark! on the ous of nations depended. How awful such a The bell's deep iones are swelling: 'lis the kieu Diceting! how vast the subject! power of his eloquence, the augustness of the Of the departed-year. No funeral train assembly is lost--in the dignity of the orator; Is sweeping past; yet, on the stream, and wood, and the importance of the subject, for a while, with melancholy light, the moonbeam's rest, superseded by the admiration of his talents. Like a pale, spoiless shroud : the air is surred,

{vith what strength of argument, with what As by a mourner's sigh; and, on yon cloud, powers of the funcy, with what emotions of That floats co still, and placidly, through heaven, ihe heart, does he assault, and subjugate, the whole man; and, at once, captivate his rea

The spiriis-of the seasons-seem to stand, (form, son, his imagination, and his passions! To Young Spring, bright Suinmer, Autumn's solemn eflect this, inust be the utmost effort of the And Winter, with his aged locks, and brenih, mest improved state of human nature. Not In mournful cadence, that come abroad, a faculty that he possesses, but is here exerted Like the far rind-harp's wild, and touching wail, to its higlieat pitch. All his internal powers A melancholy dirge-o'er the dead yearare at work; all his external, testify tlicir en

Gone- from the earth-forever. ergies.

Tis a time Within, the memory, the fancy, the judge ment, the passions, are all busy; without, For memory, and tears. Within the deep, every muscle, every nerve is exerted; not a Suill eliambers of the heari, a spectre dim, frature, not a limb, but speaks. The organs whose iones-are like the wizard's voice of Time, of the body, attuned to the exertions of the Heard from the tomb of ages, points its coldmind, thro the kindred orzans of the hearers, And solemu finger--10 the beautiful instantaneously vibrate those energies--from soul to soul. otwithstanding the diversity And holy visions, that have passed away, ot' minds, in such a multitude, by the light. And left no shadow of their loveliness, ning of cloquence, they are melted into one On the dead waste of lite. That specire-lifts mass; the whole assembly, actuated in one 'The cofiin-lid of Hope, and Joy, and Love, and the same way, berome, as it were, but one And, bending, mournfully, al ove the pale. [flowers man, and have but one voice. The universal Sweet forms, that slumber there, scaliers dead ery is-Let us much a ainst Philip, let us O'er what has passed--to nothingness. The year ught for our liberties--let us conquer, or die.

Has gone, and, with it, many a glorious throng 669. WIFE, CHILDREN. AND FRIENDS.

Oi hapry dreams. Its murk-s on each brow, When the black-letter'd list to the gods was presente,

Its shadow-in each heart. In its swill course, The list of what fate for each niortal intents, At the long string of ills a kind goddess relented,

It waved its sceptre o'er the beautui And slipp'd in three Llessings, wife, chiliren, and frienls. And they are not. It laid its palid hand In vain surly Pluto declared he was cheated,

Upon the strong man--and the haughty formAnd jus'ice divine could not compass her ends,

Is fallen, and the flashing eye--is dim. The scheme of man's perance he swore was defiatel,

It trod the hall of revelry, where thronged For earib heaven with wife, children, and friends.

The bright and joyous and the rearíul wailIf the stock of our bliss is in stranger hands rested,

Oi stricken ones-is heard, where erst, the song, The funt, ill-ser ured, oft in bankruptcy ends, But the heart i fucs lills, which are never protes'ed,

And reckless shoul-resounded. Ii passed o'er When drwa on the firm of-wise, children, and friends. The battle-plain,where sword, and spear.and shield The sollier, whose deeds live immortal in story,

Flashed in the light of mid-day-aud the strengta Wben duty to lar distant latitudes sends,

Of serried hosis is shivered. and the grass, With transport wouli Larter whole ages of glory,

Green from the so l of carnage, waves alove For one happy hour with wife, chil ren, and friends.

The crushed, and mouldering skeleton. It came, Though valor till clisin life's waning embers,

And faded, like a wreath of misl, at eve;
The death unlod tar, who his colors defends,
Drops a tear of regret, as he dying remembers,

Yet, ere it melted in the viewless air,
How blot was his brome, with wife, children, and friends. It heralded its millions--to their hoinc-
Though the spico-breathing gale, o'er his caravan hovers,

In the dim land--of dreams. Though around him Arabia's whole fragrance descends, Looking into the fire is very injurious to the The merchart still thinks of the wombine that covers

eyes, particularly a coal fire. The stimulusuf Ibe bower where he sat with wife, chillren, and friends. light and heat united, soon destroys the eyes The day-spring of youth, still unclouded with sorrow, Looking at molten iron will soon destroy the Akte op itself for enjoyment depende,

sight. Reading in the twilight is injurious to But drear is the twilight of age, if it borrow

the eyes, as they are obliged to make creat exNo warmth from the smiles of wife, children and friends.

ertion. Reading or sewing with a side light, Let the breath renown ever freshen and nourish

injures the eyes, as both eyes should be exThe laurel that o'er her fair favorites bris,

posed to an equal decree of light. The reason O'er me ware the willow, ant lng may it flourish, is, the sympaily between the eyes is so ureat, Bedew'd with the tears of wife, children, and friends

that if the pupil of one is dilated by being kept Friendship is constant in all other things,

partially in the shade. the one that is most exSve in the office and allars of love:

posed cannot contract itself sufliciently for Therefore, all bratris in love use their own tongues. Those who wish to preserve theirsicht. stould

protection, and will ultimately be injured. Let every eye negotiate for itsell,

preserve their general health by correct habits, And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, and give their eyes just work choul, with a Against whose charis faith melleth into blood. due degree of light.

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