hand to rifle the treasures of the East, and with his left, to crush the young glories of the West. Such a spirit was never bred in the bosom, nor drew its nourishment from the milk of a Bible Society.

The cause and interest of the Bible Society, are not the cause and interest of a few visionaries, inebriated by romantic projects.-It is the cause of more than giant undertakings, in a regular and progressive course. The decisive battle has been fought; opposition comes now too late. He who would arrest the march of the Bible Society, is attempting to stop the moral machinery of the world, and can look for nothing but to be crushed to pieces. The march must proceed. Those disciplined and formidable columns, which, under the banner of Divine truth, are bearing down upon the territories of death, have one word of command from on high, and that word is 'onward.'The command does not fall useless on the ears of this Society. May it go 'onward,' continuing to be, and with increasing splendour, the astonishment of the world.

DOUGLAS TO LORD RANDOLPH.

Home.

My name is Norval on the Grampian hills
My father feeds his flock ;- -a frugal swain,
Whose constant cares were to increase his store,
And keep his only son, myself, at home.
For I had heard of battles, and I longed

To follow to the field some warlike lord:

And Heaven soon granted what my sire denied.
This Moon, which rose last night, round as my shield,
Had not yet filled her horns, when, by her light,
A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills,
Rushed, like a torrent, down upon the vale,
Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled
For safety and for succour. I alone,

With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows,
Hovered about the enemy, and marked
The road he took; then hasted to my friends,
Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men,
I met advancing. The pursuit I led,
Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumbered foe:

We fought and conquered. Ere a sword was drawn,
An arrow from my bow had pierced their chief,
Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.
Returning home in triumph, I disdained

The shepherd's slothful life; and having heard
That our good King had summoned his bold peers
To lead their warriours to the Carron side,
I left my father's house, and took with me
A chosen servant to conduct my steps,-
Yon trembling coward, who forsook his master.
Journeying with this intent, I passed these towers;
And, heaven-directed, came, this day, to do
The happy deed, that gilds my humble name.

SEA FIGHT.-Sotheby.

THE Angel of destruction from on high
Rushed with red wing that blazed along the sky,
Stalked on the wave with garment dyed in blood,
And lashed the billows of the sounding flood.
Death heard his voice; and, as he towered in air,
Shook arrowy lightnings from his meteor hair.
A wild confusion of uncertain sound,

Loud shouts and shrieks of horror ring around;
The groan of anguish, and the brazen roar,
And the slow wave that heaved the dead on shore :
And all confused came floating on the sight,.
Through transitory flames of lurid light;
Save where, aloft, 'mid either navy raised,
Towered a vast wreck, that far o'er ocean blazed;
Like Etna, pouring from the sea-girt height,
A fiery torrent through the storm of night.
There frenzy's thrilling outcry smote the ear,
And visions flashed that struck the brave with fear.
Through the torn decks, rent sides, and shivered sails
As rushed the expanding flame before the gales,
Pale swarms were seen, that dashed in wild dismay
Through bursting fires, that closed around their way:
Some on the masts and blazing cordage hung,
Or headlong plunged the crowded waves among;
And on the pile of dying and of dead,

Gashed with wide wounds, the unyielding chieftain bled!

Now seen, and now no more! 'Mid globes of fire,
That burst around, and blazed above the pyre,

Death waved his torch and fired the imprisoned blast,
High in mid air the shivered fabric cast,

And rode upon the storm, and shouted as it passed!

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MR PRESIDENT-It is natural for man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that syren, till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.

I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know no way to judge of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House? Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, Sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves, how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations, which cover our waters and darken our land.

Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled, that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, Sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation-the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, Sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to sub

armies? No, Sir, she has none. They are meant for us : they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains, which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing.

We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not,

I beseech you, Sir, deceive ourselves longer. Sir, we have done everything that could be done, to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned-we have remonstrated-we have supplicated-we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition, to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne.

In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free-if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending-if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon, until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained-we must fight !-I repeat it, Sir, we must fight!! An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left

us.

They tell us, Sir, that we are weak-unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in

such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.

Besides, Sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations; and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, Sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, Sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat, but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their

clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston. The war is inevitable and let it come!! I repeat it, Sir, let it come!!!

It is in vain, Sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace, but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle! What is it that gentlemen wish? what would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God. I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!!!

EXTRACT FROM AN ADDRESS DELIVERED AT PLYMOUTH, IN COMMEMORATION OF THE FIRST SETTLEMENT OF NEW ENGLAND, BY DANIEL WEBSTER.

LET us not forget the religious character of our origin. Our fathers were brought hither by their high veneration for the Christian religion. They journeyed by its light, and laboured in its hope. They sought to incorporate its principles with the elements of their society, and to diffuse its influence through all their institutions, civil, political, and literary. Let us cherish these sentiments, and extend this influence still more widely, in the full conviction, that that is the happiest society, which partakes in the highest degree of the mild and peaceable spirit of Christianity.

The hours of this day are rapidly flying, and this occasion will soon be passed. Neither we nor our children can expect to behold its return. They are in the distant regions of futurity: they exist only in the all-creating power