the committee, there was a physical impossibility of that report being true. But I scorn to answer any man for my conduct, whether he be a political coxcomb, or whether he brought himself into power by a false glare of courage or not.

LESSON CVII.

THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

ГОРЕ.

1. Father of all, in every age,
In every clime adored,

By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

2. Thou great first cause, least understood,
Who all my sense confin'd,

To know but this, that thou art good,
And that myself am blind;

3. Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.

4. What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,

This teach me more than hell to shun,
That more than heaven pursue.

5. What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;

For God is paid when man receives;
To enjoy is to obey.

6. Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round.

7. Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw;
And deal damnation round the land
On each I judge thy foe.

8. If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;

If I am wrong, oh teach my heart
To find that better way!

9. Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,

At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.

10. Teach me to feel another's woe;
To hide the fault I see:

That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.

11. Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quicken'd by thy breath;
O lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Through this day's life or death.

12. This day, be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun,

Thou know'st if best bestowed or not,

And let thy will be done.

13. To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies,

One chorus let all beings raise-
All nature's incense rise!

LESSON CVIII.

CHARACTER OF BONAPARTE.

PHILLIPS.

1. HE is fallen! We may now pause before that splendid prod igy, which towered amongst us like some ancient ruin, whose frown terrified the glance its magnificence attracted. Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne a sceptered hermit, wrapt in the solitude of his own originality. A mind, bold, independent, and decisive—a will, despotic in its dictates—an energy that distanced expedition, and a conscience pliable to every touch of interest, marked the outline of this extraordinary character-the most extraordinary, perhaps, that in the annals of this world, ever rose, or reigned, or fell.

2. Flung into life, in the midst of a revolution that quickened every energy of a people who acknowledge no superior, he commenced his course, a stranger by birth, and a scholar by charity! With no friend but his sword, and no fortune but his talents, he rushed in the list where rank, and wealth, and genius had arrayed themselves, and competition fled from him as from the glance of destiny. He knew no motive but interest-he acknowledged no criterion but success-he worshiped no God but ambition, and with an eastern devotion he knelt at the shrine of his idolatry.

3. Subsidiary to this, there was no creed that he did not profess, there was no opinion that he did not promulgate; in the hope of a dynasty. he upheld the crescent; for the sake of a divorce, he bowed before the cross: the orphan of St. Louis, he became the adopted child of the republic: and with a par ricidal ingratitude, on the ruins both of the throne and the tribune, he reared the throne of his despotism. A professed Catholic, he imprisoned the pope; a pretended patriot, he im

poverished the country; and, in the name of Brutus, he grasped without remorse, and wore without shame, the diadem of the Cæsars!

LESSON CIX.

GOD GIVETH TO ALL ARIGHT.

MRS. LLOYD.

1. YOUNG NORAH sat at her cottage door,
On an afternoon in May,

Her baby crept on the soft greensward,
And her little boy was at play.

2. The sun had placed on the children's cheeks
His good-night kiss, but still
He touched with gold the tall tree-tops,
And tinted the distant hill.

3. The golden faded-a purple tinge
Stole over the western sky,

The creeping baby was hushed to sleep
By the soft winds' lullaby.

4. Still the mother, wrapt in gloomy thoughts,
Unheeded the falling dew,

When the father came through the little gate,
And sat on the threshold, too.

5. The

young wife over his weary form

A troubled, quick glance sent,

Then she laid her hand on her husband's arm,

And murmured her discontent.

6. "I was thinking just now of your life of toil,
And I thought of our neighbor's, too;

The days that bring only ease to him,
Bring hardship alone to you.

7. "And I thought, if we only live to work,
If our children must labor, too,

For their daily bread, it were well for all
If this weary life were through."

8. "Why, Norah, your thoughts are strange and wild, And your heart is wrong to-night;

There's a righteous Giver above," he said,
"Who giveth to all aright.

9. "I have worked to-day in the rich man's field,. I have eat in the rich man's hall;

His lands are broad, and his gold is bright
But my riches are worth them all.

10. "His lands are broad-they were freely given, If again on the pallid cheek

Of his beautiful, cherished, invalid wife,
The roses of health might speak.

11. "His gold is bright-it would be to him
A source of the purest joy,

Could it buy a single germ of thought
For the mind of his idiot boy.

12. "Nay, Norah, the little sleeper there-
The boy that has climbed my knee,

Thy love, dear wife, and our perfect health,
Are the richest of gifts to me.

13. "For our hopeful future, our present good,
I've a thankful heart to-night,"

And Norah said, as she kissed her babe,
"God giveth to all aright."