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The knell, the shrmd, the mattock, and the grave,
The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm,
These are the Dugbears of a winter's eve,
The terrors of the living, not the dead.
Imagination's fool, and error's wretch,
Man makes a death which Nature never made ,
Then on the point of his own tancy falls,
And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.

O! bloodiest picture in the book of time,
Sarmatia" fell, unwept, without a crime;
Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe,
Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe!
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.
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!

5. The Captive's Dreams. Mrs. Hcmans.

I dream of all things free! of a gallant, gallant bark,
That sweeps through storm and sea like an arrow to its mark
Of a stag that o'er the hills goes bounding in its glee;
Of a thousand flashing rills, — of all things glad and free.
I dream of some proud bird, a bright-eyed mountain king!
In my visions I have heard the rushing of his wing.
I follow some wild river, on whose breast no sail may be;
Dark woods around it shiver, — I dream of all things free;
Of a happy forest child, with the fawns and flowers at play,
Of an Indian midst the wild, with the stars to guide his way:
Of a chief his warriors leading, of an archer's greenwood tri e
My heart in chains is bleeding, and I dream of all things free 1

6. On Ancient Greece. Byron

Clime of the unforgotten brave ! —
Whose land from plain to mountain-cave
Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave —

That this is all remains of thee?
Approach, thou craven,"' crouching slave!
Say, is not this Thermopylae 1
These waters blue that round you lave,
O, servile offspring of the free ! —
Pronounce what sea, what shore is this? —
The gulf, the rock of Salamis!
These scenes — their story not unknown —
Arise, and make again your own:
Snatch from the ashes of your sires
The embers of their former fires,
And he who in the strife expina

4. Kosciusko." Compbell.

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Will add to theirs a name of fear, ^/ That Tyranny shall quake to hear, And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame; jiere practitioners of expression nothing possible to do. . There is, perhaps, not a thought, or feeling, or situatii Jly common and gener'ic to human life, on whi^h fa haa j

7. The Banyan-tree.Moon

They tell us of an Indian tree,

Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky
May tempt its boughs to wander free

And shoot and blossom wide and high,
Far better loves to bend its arms

Downward again to that dear earth,
From which the life that fills and warms

Its grateful being first had birth.
'T is thus, though wooed by flattering friends,

And fed with fame, — if fame it be, —
This heart, my own dear mother, tends,

With love's true instinct, back to thee!

8. Gayety.Cowper.

W horn call we gay? that honor has been long
The boast of mere pretenders to the name.
The innocent are gay — the lark is say,
That dries his feathers, saturate with dew,
Beneath the rosy cloud, while yet the beams
Of day-spring overshoot his humble nest.
The peasant, too, a witness of his song,
Himself a songster, is as gay as he.
But save me from the gayety of those
W hose headaches nail them to a noonday bed;
And save me, too, from theirs whose haggard eyes
Flash desperation, and betray their pangs
For property stripped off by cruel chance ; —
From gayety, that fills the bones with pain,
The mouth with blasphemy, the heart with woe.

CXLVII. — SHAKSPEARE'S POWER OF EXPRESSION.

1. To say that he was the greatest man that ever lived is to provoke a useless controversy, and comparisons that lead to nothing, between Shakspeare and Caesar, Shakspeare and Charlemagne," Shakspeare and Cromwell;" to say that he was the greatest intellect that ever lived is to bring the shades of Aristotle, and Plato, and Bacon, and Newton, and all your othei

systematic thinkers, grumbling about us, with demands for a definition of intellect, which we are by no means in a position to give; nay, finally, to say that he is the greatest poet that the

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we 1 Man makes a death which Nature never made , . Hon Then on the point of his own tancy falls, U say,' then, allil '"wihu *V"wirr1eiiariferige 'cmr-wuna u, gainsay, is that he was the greatest expresser that ever lived. This is glory enough, and it leaves the other question open.

2. Other men may have led, on the whole, greater and more impressive lives than he; other men, acting on their fellows through the same medium of speech that he used, may have expended a greater power of thought, and achieved a greater intellectual effect, in one consistent direction; other men, too (though this is very questionable), may have contrived to issue the matter which they did address to the world in more compact83 and perfect artistic shapes. But no man that ever lived said such splendid extem'pore" things on all subjects universally; no man that ever lived had the faculty of pouring out on all occasions such a flood of the richest and deepest language. He may have had rivals in the art of imagining situations; he had no rival in the power of sending a gush of the appropriate intellectual effusion over the image and body of a situation once conceived.

3. From the jewelled ring on an alderman's finger to the most mountainous thought or deed of man or demon, nothing suggested itself that his speech could not envelop and enfold with ease. That excessive fluency which astonished" Ben Jonson when he listened to Shakspeare in person astonishes the world yet. Abundance, ease, redundance," a plenitude of word, sound, and im'agery, which, were the intellect at work only a little less magnificent, would sometimes end in sheer braggardism and bombast," are the characteristics of Shakspeare's style. Nothing is suppressed, nothing omitted, nothing cancelled. On and on the poet flows, words, thoughts, and fancies, crowding on him as fast as he can write, all related to the matter on hand, and all poured forth together, to rise and fall on the waves of an established ca'dence.

4. Such lightness and ease in the manner, and such prodigious wealth and depth in the matter, are combined in no other writer, flow the matter was first accumulated — what proportion of it was the acquired capital of former efforts, and what proportion of it welled up in the poet's mind during and in virtue of the very act of speech — it is impossible to say; but this, at least, may be affirmed without fear of contradiction, that there never was a mind in the world from which, when it was pricked by any occasior. whatever, there poured forth on the instant such a stream of precious substance intellectually related to it. By his powers of expression, in fact, Shakspeare has beggared all his posterity, and left mere practitioners of expression nothing possible to do.

5. There is, perhaps, not a thought, or feeling, or situation, really common and gener'io to human life, on which he has not exercised his prerogative; and wherever he has once been, woe to the man that comes after him! He has overgrown the whole system and face of things, like a universal ivy, which has left no wall uncovered, no pinnacle unclimbed, no chink unpenetrated, Since he lived, the concrete" world has worn a richer surface. He found it great and beautiful, with stripes here and there of the rough old coat seen through the leafy labors of his predecessors; he left it clothed throughout with the wealth and autumnal luxuriance of his own unparalleled language.

QUARTERLY REVIEW.

CXLVIII.— MORAL AND RELIGIOUS ELOQUENCE.

1. Religion Essential To Morality. — Of all the disposi tions and habits which lead to political prosperity, religion and morality are indispensable supports. In vain would that man claim the tribute of patriotism, who should labor to subvert these great pillars of human happiness, these firmest props of the duties of men and citizens. The mere politician, equally with the pious man, ought to respect and to cherish them. A volume could not trace all their connections with private and public felicity. Let it simply be asked, where is the security for property, for reputation, for life, if the sense of religious obligation desert the oaths which are the instruments of investigation in courts of justice? And let us with caution indulge the supposition that morality can be maintained without religion. Whatever may be conceded to the influence of refined education on minds of peculiar structure, reason and experience both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail in exclusion of religious principles.

Geo. Washington.

2. Unappreciaten Obligations. — We live in the midst of blessings till we are utterly insensible of their greatness, and of the source from whence they flow. We speak of our civilization, our arts, our freedom, our laws, and forget entirely how large a share is due to Christianity. Blot Christianity out of man's history, and what would his laws have been, what his civilization? Christianity is mixed up with our very being and our very lifb

there is not a familiar object around us which loes not wear a different aspect because the light of Christian love is upon it, not a law which does not owe its truth and gentleness to Christianity, not a custom which cannot be traced, iu all its holy, beautiful parts, to the Gospel. — Sir A. Park.

3. This Life's Experiences Point To Another. — O, my friends, if this winged and swift life be all our life, what a mournful taste have we had of a possible happiness! We have, as it were, from some cold and dark edge of a bright world, just looked in and been plucked away again! Have we come to experience pleasure by fits and glimpses, but intertwined with pain burdensome labor, weariness, and indifference? Have we come to try the solace and joy of a warm, fearless, and confiduig affection, to be then chilled or blighted by bitterness, by separation, by change of heart, or by the dread sunderer of loves — Death? Have we found the gladness and the strength of knowledge, when some rays of truth flashed in upon our souls, in the midst of error and uncertainty, or amidst continuous, necessitated, uninstructive avocations of the understanding; and is that all? Have we felt in fortunate hour the charm of the beautiful, that invests as with a mantle the visible creation, or have we found ourselves lifted above the earth by sudden apprehensions of sublimity, — have we had the consciousness of such feelings, which seemed to

us as if they might themselves make up a life, — almost an i angel's life, —and were they " instant come and instant gone "?' Have we known the consolation of doing right, in the midst of ( much that we have done wrong, and was that also a coruscation' of a transient sunshine? Have we lifted up our thoughts to see I Him who is Love, Light, and Truth, and Bliss, to be in the next instant plunged into the darkness of annihilation? Have all these things been but flowers that we have pulled by the side of a hard and tedious way, and that, after gladdening us for a brief season with hue and color vrither in our hands, and are like ourselves — nothing ? — Proftssor Wilson.

4. Joys Of A Goon Conscience. — The testimony of a good conscience will make the comforts of heaven descend upon man's weary head, like a refreshing dew or shower upon a parched land. It will give him lively earnests and secret anticipations of approaching joy; it will bid his soul go out of the body undauntedly, and lift up his head with confidence before saints and angels. The comfort which it conveys is greater than the capacities of mortality can appreciate, mighty and unspeakable, and not to be understood till it is felt. — South.

5. Outwarn Ann Inwarn Riches. — In the presence of the great thought of immortality, how vain appears all -indue rest

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