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or load me with the fetters of slavery; but you never can conquer the hatred I feel to your oppression. My fields you may set on fire, and my children give to the sword; myself you may drive forth a houseless, childless beggar, or load with the fetters of slavery ; but the hatred I feel to your oppression never can you conquer.
1. All the Jews, who knew me from the beginning, if they would testify, know my manner of life from my youth, which was at the first among mine own nation at Jerusalem, that I lived a Pharisee after the straitest sect of our religion. 2. I shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny the atrocious crime of being a young man, which the honourable gentleman has with much spirit and decency charged upon me; and I will not assume the province of determining whether youth can be attributed to any man as a reproach. 3. I weep for Caesar, as he loved me ; I rejoice, as he was fortunate; I honour him, as he was valiant; but I slew him, as he was ambitious. 4. The Redeemer has made his followers free from the bondage of fear. He has disarmed death of his sting, by making an atonement for their sins; and he has secured to them the victory over the grave, by rising as the first fruits of them that sleep. 5. Slavery disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, still, thou art a bitter draught; and thou art no less bitter, though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee. Liberty it is thou, whom all worship in public or in private, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so, till nature herself shall change. No tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle, nor chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron. The swain, with thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled. 6. The noon of day is calm. The inconstant sun flies over the green hill. The stream of the mountain comes down red, through the stony vale. O Morar! thou wert tall on the hill; fair among the sons of the plain. Thy wrath was as the storm; thy sword, in battle, as lightning in the field. Thy voice was like thunder on distant hills. But how peaceful was thy brow when thou didst return from war ! Thy face was like the sun after rain; calm as the breast of the lake when the loud wind is hushed into repose. Thy dwelling is narrow now ; the place of thine abode is dark. Othou who wast so great before I compass thy grave with three steps.
7. Thou wast, not long since, what I am now, one of the actors in this passing scene. I lent a pitying ear to all thy sighs, and my heaving bosom beat responsive to thy sad complaints. My tears were mingled with thine in the hour of affliction; and, when joy brightened thy countenance, my heart felt a kindred pleasure. I sat with thee, or walked by the way, and held sweet converse. My soul was knit to thee by the ties of cordial amity and soft endearment. Thou hast now left me to mourn the loss of thee in pensive silence. I drop the tender tear on thy hallowed grave, and bid thy sacred ashes rest in peace. I shall join thee in thy dark abode erelong, thy companion in the dust, till we be called forth to stand in our lot in the end of days. I was united to thee in life; I shall soon lie in the same cold arms of death; and (O transporting thought !) we shall rise together, to feel no more the agony of parting.
Change the following passages of poetry into prose, making such alterations, both in arrangement and in structure, as the meaning and harmony of the sentences require:— EXAMPLE.
A solitary blessing few can find;
Few can find a solitary blessing; our joys are intertwined with those whom we love; and he, whose wakeful tenderness removes the thorn which wounds his friend, not only smooths the rugged path of another, but scatters roses to adorn his own.
1. Heav'n gives us friends to bless the present scene;
All evils natural are moral goods;
2. Never man was truly blest, But it composed and gave him such a cast, As folly might mistake for want of joy.
3. Riches are oft by guilt and baseness earn'd.
4. But yonder comes the powerful king of day,
5. No radiant pearl, which crested fortune wears,
6. Fear not when I depart; nor therefore mourn
7. But most by numbers judge a poet’s song;
In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire,
'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill
9. Of chance or change, O let not man complain,
Else shall he never, never cease to wail;
But sure to foreign climes we need not range,
EXPRESSION OF IDEAS.
Let the Pupil express the ideas contained in the
following passages, in sentences of his own construction and arrangement:—