center of his antagonist's shield, and struck it so fairly and forcibly, that his spear went to shivers, and the Disinherited Knight reeled in his saddle. On the other hand, the champion had, in the beginning of his career, directed the point of his lance toward Bois Guilbert's shield; but changing his aim almost in the moment of encounter, he addressed to the helmet, a mark more difficult to hit, but which, if attained, rendered the shock more irresistible. Fair and true he hit the Templar on the visor, where his lance's point kept hold of the bars. Yet even at this disadvantage, Bois Guilbert sustained his high reputation; and had not the girths of his saddle burst, he might not have been unhorsed. As it chanced, however, saddle, horse, and man, rolled on the ground under a cloud of dust. 11. To extricate himself from the stirrups and fallen steed, was to the Templar scarce the work of a moment; and stung with madness, both at his disgrace, and the acclamations by which it was hailed by the spectators, he drew his sword, and waved it in defiance of his conqueror. The Disinherited Knight sprung from his steed', and also unsheathed his sword'. The marshals of the field, however, spurred their horses between' them, and reminded them that the laws of the tournament did not, on the present occasion, permit this species of encounter', but that to the "Disinherited Knight'" the meed of victory was fairly and honorably awarded. LXII. THE BANNER OF PULASKI. FROM LONGFELLOW. PULASKI was a Polish officer who took part with the Americans, and fell at the taking of Savannah, during the American revolution. His standard of crimson silk was presented to him by the Moravians of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, and it became his shroud. 1. WHEN the dying flame of day, Where, before the altar, hung That proud banner, which, with prayer, And the nuns' sweet hymn was heard the while, 2. "Take thy banner!-may it wave 3. Take thy banner! and, beneath 4. Take thy banner! But when night Spare him!-he our love hath shared! 5. Take thy banner!-and if e'er Thou shouldst press the soldier's bier, To the tread of mournful feet, Then this crimson flag shall be And the warrior took that banner proud', LXIII. THE DOWNFALL OF POLAND. FROM CAMPBELL. THOMAS CAMPBELL is the most classical poet of the present century, and there are few modern bards whose works are more likely to be ranked among the standard classics of the language. He died in 1844. Pan'dours; Hungarian soldiers. Hus-sars'; Hungarian horsemen. 1. O sacred Truth! thy triumph ceased awhile, Presaging wrath to Poland,—and to man! 2. Warsaw's last champion, from her height surveyed, (h) "O Heaven!" he cried, "my bleeding country save! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high', 3. (1) He said`, and on the rampart-heights arrayed 4. In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few! Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear, Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career; Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, 5. The sun went down', nor ceased the carnage there`, 6. (h) O righteous Heaven! ere Freedom found a grave, Where was thine' arm, O Vengeance! where thy rod, That crushed proud Ammon, when his iron car 7. Departed spirits of the mighty dead'! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled'! Friends of the world'! restore your swords to man, The patriot TELL -the BRUCE of Bannockburn`! LXIV.-SOUTH CAROLINA. FROM HAYNE. MR. HAYNE was a Senator in Congress from the State of South Carolina. This is an extract from a speech delivered by him, while a member of that body. 1. If there be one state in the Union, Mr. President, that may challenge comparison with any other, for a uniform, zealous, ardent, and uncalculating devotion to the Union', that state is South Carolina'. Sir', from the very commencement of the revolution', up to this hour', there is no sacri fice, however great, she has not cheerfully made'; no service she has ever hesitated to perform. 2. She has adhered to you in your prosperity'; but in your adversity', she has clung to you with more than filial affection'. No matter what was the condition of her domestic affairs; though deprived of her resources', divided by parties', or surrounded by difficulties', the call of the country has been to her as the voice of God'. Domestic discord ceased at the sound'; every man became at once reconciled to his brethren, and the sons of Carolina were all seen, crowding together to the temple, bringing their gifts to the altar of their common country'. 3. What, sir, was the conduct of the South, during the revolution? Sir, I honor New England, for her conduct in that glorious struggle. But great as is the praise which belongs to her', I think at least equal honor is due to the South. Never were there exhibited, in the history of the world', higher examples of noble daring', dreadful suffering', and heroic endurance', than by the whigs of Carolina, during the revolution'. The whole state, from the mountains to the sea, was overrun by an overwhelming force of the enemy. The fruits of industry perished on the spot where they were produced, or were consumed by the foe. 4. The plains of Carolina drank up the most precious blood of her citizens. Black, smoking ruins marked the places which had been the habitation of her children. Driven from their homes into the gloomy and almost impenetrable swamps, even there', the spirit of liberty survived', and South Carolina, sustained by the example of her Sumters' and her Marions', proved, by her conduct, that though her soil might be overrun, the spirit of her people' was invincible. |