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Alb. You've lost your way upon the hill ?
Ges. I have.
Alb. And whither would you go?
Ges.

To Altorf.
Alb. I'll guide you thither.
Ges.

You're a child. Alb.

I know The way; the track I've come is harder far To find.

Ges. The track you've come! what mean you ? Sure you

have not been still farther in the mountains ? Alb. I've travelled from Mount Faigel. Ges.

No one with thee? Alb. No one but HIM. Ges.

Do you not fear these storms? Alb. He's in the storm. Ges.

And there are torrents, too, That must be crossed ? Alb.

He's by the torrent, too. Ges. You're but a child ! Alb.

He will be with a child. Ges. You ’re sure you know the way? Alb.

Tis but to keep The side of yonder stream. Ges.

But guide me safe, I'll give thee gold. Alb.

I'll guide thee safe without.
Ges. Here's earnest for thee. Here I'll double that,
Yea, treble it—but let me see the gate
Of Áltorf. Why do you refuse the gold?
Take it.

Alb. No.
Ges. You shall.
Alb.

I will not.
Ges.

Why? Alb.

Because
I do not covet it;—and though I did,
It would be wrong to take it as the price
Of doing one a kindness.
Ges.

Ha !—who taught
Thee that?
Alb.

My father.
Ges.

Does he live in Altorf?

Alb. No; in the mountains.
Ges.

How-a mountaineer?
He should become a tenant of the city :
He'd gain by’t.
Alb.

Not so much as he might lose by't.
Ges. What might he lose by't?
Alb.

Liberty.
Ges.

Indeed!
He also taught thee that ?
Alb.

He did.
Ges.

His name?
Alb. This is the way to Altorf, Sir.
Ges.

I'd know
Thy father's name.
Alb.

The day is wasting—we
Have far to go.
Ges.

Thy father's name ? I say.
Αί I will not tell it thee.
Ges.

Not tell it me!
Why?

Alb. You may be an enemy of his.
Ges. May be a friend.
Alb.
.

May bc; but should you be
An enemy-although I would not tell you
My father's name- I'd guide you safe to Altorf.
Will you follow me?
Ges.

Ne'er mind thy father's name.
What would it profit me to know 't? Thy hand;
We are not enemies.
Alb.
.

I never had,
An enemy
Ges.

Lead on.
Alb.

Advance your staff As you descend, and fix it well.

Come on. Ges. What ! must we take that step? Alb.

Tis nothing! Come, I'll go before. Ne'er fear-Come on! come on!

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DEFENCE OF DE WITT CLINTON.

Speech of Mr Cunningham in the Legislature of New York, against a resolution to expel De Witt Clinton from the Board of Canal Commissioners.

MR SPEAKER, -I rise, Sir, with no ordinary feelings of sur prise and astonishment at the resolution just read, as coming from the Senate. Sir, it ought to arouse the feelings of every honourable man on this floor. Its very approach is marked with black ingratitude and base design. I do not wish to speak disrespectfully of a co-ordinate branch of the legislature, nor to impute their acts to improper motives; but I hope I may be permitted to inquire, for what good and honourable purpose

has this resolution been sent here for concurrence, at the very last moment of the session, while we are packing our papers and leaving our seats for our homes.

Is it to create discord amongst us, and to destroy that harmony and good feeling, which ought to prevail at our separation? We have spent more than three months in legislation, and not one word has been dropped, intimating a desire or intention to expel that honourable gentleman from the Board of Canal Commissioners.

Sir, De Witt Clinton was called to a place in that Board, by the united voice and common consent of the People of New York, on account of his peculiar and trancendent fitness to preside there, and by his counsel to stimulate and forward the great undertaking. His labour for years has been arduous and unceasing for the public good. He has endured slander and persecution from every direction like a Christian martyr; but steadfast in his purpose, he has pursued his course with a firm and steady step, until all is crowned with success, and the most flagrant of his opposers, in this House at least, sit still and in 'sullen silence.

For what, let me ask, has Mr Clinton endured all this? Is it for the sake of salary? No, Sir; it is for the honour and welfare of the State. It is from noble and patriotic views, for which he asks nothing, receives nothing, and expects nothing but the gratitude of his countrymen.

Now, Sir, I put the question to this honourable House to decide, upon the oath which they have taken, and upon their sense of propriety and of honour, whether they are

ready by their votes to commit the sin of base ingratitude. I hope there is yet a redeeming spirit in this House, that we shall not be guilty of so great an outrage.

If we concur in this resolution, we shall take upon ourselves an awful responsibility; ay! a responsibility for which our constituents will call us to strict account.

What, let me ask, shall we answer in excuse for ourselves, when we return to an inquisitive and watchful people? What can we charge to Mr Clinton? Of what has he been guilty, that he should now be singled out as an object of State persecution ? Will some friend of this resolution be kind enough to inform me? Sir, I challenge inquiry. I demand from the supporters of this high-handed measure, that they lay their hands upon their hearts, and answer me truly, for what cause this man is to be removed.

The Senate, it appears, has been actuated by some cruel and malignant passion, unaccounted for, and have made a rush upon this House, and taken us by surprise. The resolution, Sir, may pass; but if it does, my word for it, we are disgraced in the judgment and good sense of an injured and insulted community. Whatever be the fate of this resolution, let it be remembered, and remember I have told you, that De Witt Clinton has acquired a reputation not to be destroyed by the pitiful malice of a few leading par tisans of the day.

When the contemptible party strifes of the present crisis shall have passed by, and the political bargainers and jugglers, who now hang round this capitol for subsistence, shall be overwhelmed and forgotten in their own insignificance; when the gentle breeze shall pass over the tomb of that great man, carrying with it the just tribute of honour and praise, which is now withheld; the pen of the future historian, in better days and in better times, will do him justice, and erect to his memory a proud monument of fame, as imperishable as the splendid works, which owe their origin to his genius and perseverance.

THE CURTIUS AND THE RUSSELL.

B. Barton.

In the proud Forum's central space

Earth yawned—a gulf profound ! And there, with awe on every face,

Rome's bravest gathered round; Each seeming, yet with startled ear, The Oracle's dread voice to hear. Young Curtius on his war-horse sprung

'Mid plaudits deep-not loud, For admiration checked each tongue

In all the circling crowd :He gave his noble steed the rein! Earth's closing gulf entombed the twain ! Grant that the deed, if ever done,

Was chivalrous and bold;
A loftier and a nobler one

Our history can unfold;
Nor shall our heroine, meekly calm,
To Rome's proud hero yield the palm.
The Russell stood beside her lord

When evil tongues were rife ;
And perjury, with voice abhorred,

Assailed his fame and life :
She stood there in the darkest hour
Of Tyranny's and Faction's power.
No stern oracular behest

Her gentle courage gave ;
No plaudits, uttered or suppressed,

Could she expect or crave;
Duty, alone, her Delphic shrine,
The only praise she sought-divine.
She sate at Guilt's tribunal bar

In virtue's noblest guise :
Like a sweet, brightly shining star

In night's o'erclouded skies:
Still, in that scene of hopeless strife,
Southampton's daughter, Russell's wife!
· Fearless in love, in goodness great,

She rose her lord to aid ;

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