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NE morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood, disconsolate;
“How happy," exclaimed this child of air, “Are the holy spirits who wander there,
'Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall! Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, One blossom of Heaven outblooms them all!"
The glorious angel who was keeping
Rapidly as comets run
Over the vale of Baalbec winging,
The Peri sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild-flowers singing,
As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing with eager hands and eyes, The beautiful blue damsel-flies That fluttered round the jasmine stems, Like winged flowers or flying gems : And near the boy, who, tired with play, Now nestling 'mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount
From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small temple's rustic fount
Impatient fling him down to drink.
Then swift his haggard brow he turned
To the fair child, who fearless satThough never yet hath day-beam burned
Upon a brow more fierce than that, Sullenly fierce-a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds of gloom and fire, In which the Peri's eye could read Dark tales of many a ruthless deed.
Yet tranquil now that man of crime
Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
Encounter morning's glorious raya
But hark! the vesper call to prayer,
As slow the orb of daylight sets, Is rising sweetly on the air
From Syria's thousand minarets !
The boy has started from the bed
Kneels, with his forehead to the south,
From purity's own cherub mouth;
And how felt he, the wretched man
Nor brought him back one branch of grace 6. There was a time,” he said, in mild,
Heart-humbled tones, “thou blessed child !
And hope and feeling which had slept
Fresh o'er him, and he wept-he wept ! And now ! behold him kneeling there, By the child's side in humble prayer,
While the same sunbeam shines
'Twas when the golden orb had set,
MILITARY SUPREMACY DANGEROUS TO
ECALL to your recollection the free nations which
Where are they now? “Gone glimmering through the dream of things that were,
A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an hour.” And how have they lost their liberties? If we could transport ourselves to the ages when Greece and Rome flourished in their greatest prosperity, and, mingling in the throng, should ask a Grecian if he did not fear that some daring military chieftain covered with glorysome Philip or Alexander-would one day overthrow the liberties of his country, the confident and indignant Grecian would exclaim, “ No! no! we have nothing to fear from our heroes ; our liberties will be eternal.” If a Roman citizen had been asked if he did not fear that the conqueror of Gaul might establish a throne upon the ruins of public liberty, he would have instantly repelled the unjust insinuation. Yet Greece fell ; Cæsar passed the Rubicon, and the patriotic arm even of Brutus could not preserve the liberties of his devoted country.
We are fighting a great moral battle, for the benefit, not only of our country, but of all mankind. The eyes of the whole world are in fixed attention upon us. One, and the largest portion of it, is gazing with contempt, with jealousy, and with envy; the other portion, with hope, with confidence, and with affection. Everywhere the black cloud of Legitimacy is suspended over the world, save only one bright spot, which breaks out from the political hemisphere of the West, to enlighten, and animate, and gladden the human heart. Observe that, by the downfall of liberty here, all mankind are enshrouded in a pall of universal darkness. To you belongs the high privilege of transmitting, unimpaired, to posterity, the fair character and liberty of our country. Do you expect to execute this high trust by trampling or suffering to be trampled down, law, justice, the Constitution, and the rights of the people ? by exhibiting examples of inhumanity, and cruelty, and ambition ? Beware how you give a fatal sanction, in this infant period of our Republic, scarcely yet two-score years old, to military insubordination. Remember that Greece had her Alexander, Rome her Cæsar, England her