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620. GOODNESS OF God. The light of
THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. nature, the works of creation, the general How dear to this heart-are the scenes of my childhood, consent of nations, in harmony with divine When fond recollection-presents them to view! revelation, attest the being, the perfections, The orchard, the meadowo, the deep-tangled wild-wood, and the providence of God. Whatever cause And every loved spot, which my infancy knew; we have, to lament the frequent inconsisten The wide-spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it, cy of human conduct, with this belief, yet an The bridge, and the rock, where the cataract fell; avowed atheist is a monster, that rarely The cot of my father, the dairy house-nigh it, makes his appearance. God's government And e'en the rude bucket, which hung in the well! of the affairs of the universe, an acknowl The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, edgment of his active, superintending provi The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well. dence, over that portion of it, which consti That moss-covered vessel-I hail as a treasure; tutes the globe we inhabit, is rejected, at least For often at noon, when returned from the field, theoretically, by very few.
I found it-- the source of an erquisite pleasure, That a superior, invisible power, is contin The purest, and sweetest, that nature can yield. ually employed in managing and controlling How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing! by secret, imperceptible, irresistible means, And quick-to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; all the transactions of the world, is so often Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, manifested in the disappointment, as well as
And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well; in the success of our plans, that blind and
The old oakea bucket, the iron-bound bucket, depraved must our minds be, to deny, what
The moss-covered bucket-arose from the well. every day's transactions so fully prove. The How sweet - from the green--mossy brim-to receive it, excellence of the divine character, especially As poised on the curb-it inclined to my lips ! in the exercise of that goodness towards his Not a fuli blushing goblet-could tempt me to leave it, creatures, which is seen in the dispensation
Though filled with the nectar, that Jupiter sips. of their daily benefits, and in overruling oc
And now, far removed from the lov'd situation, curring events, to the increase of their happi
The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
As fancy-reverts to my father's plantation, ness, is equally obvious. Dó we desire evidence of these things?
And sighs for the bucket, which hangs in the well; Who is without them, in the experience of
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moes-covered bucket, which hangs in the well. his own life? Who has not reason, to thank God for the success, which has attended his 621. Right OF FREE Discussion. Im exertions in the world? Who has not reason portant, as I deem it, to discuss, on all prop to thank him, for defeating plans, the accom er occasions, the policy of the measures, at plishment of which, it has been afterwards present pursued, it is still more important seen, would have resulted in injury, or ruin? to maintain the right of such discussion, in Who has not cause, to present him the unaf- its full, and just extent. Sentiments, lately fected homage of a grateful heart, for the con- sprung up, and now growing fashionable, sequences of es apparently the most un- make necessary to be explicit on this point propitious, and for his unquestionable kind. The more I perceive a disposition—to check ness, in the daily supply of needful mercies? | the freedom of inquiry, by extravagant, and PROGRESS OF LIBERTY.
unconstitutional pretences, the firmer shall Why muse
be the tone, in which I shall assert, and the Upon the past, with sorrow? Though the year
freer the manner, in which I shall exercise it.
It is the ancient and undoubted prerogaHas gone, to blend with the mysterious tide
tive of this people to canvass publíc meas Of old Eternity, and borne along,
ures, and the merits of public men. It is a Upon its heaving breast, a thousand wrecks
“home bred right,” a fireside privilege. It Of glory, and of beauty,-yet why mourn, hath ever been enjoyed in every house, cotThat such is destiny? Another year
tage, and cabin, in the nation. It is not to be Succeedeth to the past,-in their bright round,
drawn into controversy. It is as undoubted, The seasons come, and go,--the same blue arch,
as the right of breathing the air, or walking
on the earth. Belonging to private life, as a That hath hung o'er us, will hang o'er us yet,
right, it belongs to public life, as a duty, and The same pure stars, that we have loved to watch, it is the last duty which those, whose repreWill blossom still, at twilight's gentle hour, sentative I am, shall find me to abandon. Like lilies, on the tomb of Day,—and still, Aiming, at all times, to be courteous, and Man will remain, to dream, as he hath dreamed, temperate in its use, except, when the right And mark the earth with passion. Love will spring itself shall be questioned, I shall then carry
it to its extent. I shall place myself on the From the tomb of old Affections,-Hope,
extreme boundary of my right, and bid deAnd Joy, and great Ambition-will rise up,
fiance to any arm, that would move me from As they have risen,-and their deeds will be
my ground. Brighter, than those engraven on the scroll This high, constitutional privilege, I shall Of parted centuries. Even now, the sea
defend, and exercise, within this house, and Of coming years, beneath whose mighty waves,
without this house, and in all places; in time Life's great events are heaving into birth,
of peace, and in all times. Living, I shall
assert it; and, should I leave no other inheri[s tossing to and fro, as if the winds
tance to my children, by the blessing of God, Of heaven were prisoned in its soundless depths, I will leave them the inheritance of free prinAnd struggling to be free.
ciples, and the example of a manly, indem As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form,
pendent, and constitutional defence of them. Bwells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Grasp the whole world of reason, life, and sense, Tho'round its breast, the rolling clouds are spread, In one close system of benevolence; Eternal sunshine-settles on its head.
Happier, as kindlier, in whate'er degree, What is fame? A fancy'd life in others' breath. A height of bliss—is height of charity.
PEACE AND WAR CONTRASTED. Away, away, without a wing, The morality of peaceful times—is directly O‘er all, through all, its thoughts shall fly; opposite to the maxims of war. The funda
A nameless, and eternal thing, mental rule of the first is--to do good; of the
Forgeiting-what it was to die.-Byron. latter, to inflict injuries. The former-commands us to succor the oppressed; the latter
GENUINE TASTE. To the eye of taste, each to overwhelm the defenceless. The former season of the year has its peculiar beauties; teaches men to love their enemies; the latter, nor does the venerable oak, when fringed with to make themselves terrible to strangers.
the hoary ornaments of winter, afford a prosThe rules of morality—will not suffer us to pect, less various, or delightful, than, when promote the dearest interest, by falsehood; decked in the most luxuriant foliage. Is, then, the maxims of war applaud it, when employ- the winter of life-connected with no associaed in the destruction of others. That a famil- tions, but those of horror ? This can never iarity with such maxims, must tend to harden be the case, until ideas of contempt-are assothe heart, as well as to pervert the moral sen- ciated with ideas of wisdom, and experience; timents, is too obvious to need illustration. associations, which the cultivation of trué
The natural consequence of their preva- taste-would effectually prevent. Suppose lence is—an unfeeling, and unprincipled am- the person, who wishes to improve on na. bition, with an idolatry of talents, and a con- ture's plan, should apply to the artificial florist tempt of virtue; whence the esteem of man- to deck the bare boughs of his spreading oak kind is turned from the humble, the beneficent, with ever-blooming roses; would it not be and the good, to men who are qualified, by a soon discovered, that, in deserting nature, he genius, fertile in expedients, a courage, that had deserted taste? It should be remembered, is never appalled, and a heart, that never pit- that the coloring of nature, whether in the aniies, to become the destroyers of the earth. mate, or inanimate creation, never fails to har
While the philanthropist is devising means monize with the object; that her most beauti-.. to mitigate the evils, and augment the happi- ful hues are often transient, and excite a more, ness of the world, a fellow-worker together lively emotion from that very circumstance. with God, in exploring, and giving effect to
624. GAMBLER'S WIFE. the benevolent tendencies of nature; the Dark is the night! How dark! No light! No fire! warrior—is revolving, in the gloomy recesses Cold, on the hearth, the last faint sparks expire! : of his capacious mind, plans of future devast
Shivering, she watches, by the cradle side, ation and ruin.
For him, who pledged her love-last year a bride.!: Prisons, crowded with captives; cities, emp
“ Hark! 'Tis his footstep! No!--Tis past!—Tis gone ! tied of their inhabitants; fields, desolate and
Tick!--Tick !-"How wearily the time crawls on! waste, are among his proudest trophies. The
Why should he leave me thus ?-He once was kind ! fabric of his fame is cemented with tears and
And I believed 't would last!-How mad !-How blind! blood; and if his name is wafted to the ends
“Rest thee, my babe!-Rest on!-"Tis hunger's cry! of the earth, it is in the shrill cry of suffering
Sleep !-For there is no food!
—The font is dry! humanity; in the curses and imprecations
Famine, and cold their wearying work have done. of those whom his sword has reduced to des
My heart must break! And thou!" The clock strikes one. pair.
"Hush ! 'tis the dice-box! Yes! he's there! he's there! 623. IMMORTAL MIND.
For this !--for this he leaves me to despair! When coldness—wraps this suffering clay, Leaves love! leaves truth! his wife! his child! for what?
The wanton's smile--the villain and the sot! Ah, whither-strays the immortal mind?
“Yet I'll not curse him. No! 'tis all in vain! It cannot die, it cannot stay,
'Tis long to wait, but sure he'll come again! But leaves its darkened dust behind.
And I could starve, and bless him, but for you Then, unembodied, doth it trace,
My child !-his child! Oh, fiend!” The clock strikes two By steps, each planet's heavenly way?
“ Hark! How the sign-board creaks! The blast howls by.. Or fill, at once, the realms of space,
Moan! moan! dirge swells through the cloudy sky! A thing of eyes, that all survey?
Ha ! "lis his knock! he comes !-he comes once more !
'Tis but the lattice flaps! Thy hope is o'er! Eternal, boundless, undecayed,
“Can he desert us thus! He knows I stay,. A thought unseen, but seeing all,
Night after night, in loneliness, to pray All, all in earth, or skies displayed,
For his return-and yet he sees no tear! Shall it survey, shall it recall;
No! no! It cannot be! He will be here ! Each fainter trace, that memory holds,
“Nestle more closely, dear one, to my heart! So darkly-of departed years,
Thou'rt cold! Thou'rt freezing! But we will not part! In one broad glance—the soul beholds,
Husband !- I die !-Father - It is not he!
Oh, God! protect my child !” The clock strikes three. And all, that was, at once appears.
They're gone, they're gone! the glimmering spark bath fled !-Before creation peopled earth,
The wife, and child, are number'd with the dead. Its eye shall roll-through chaos back;
On the cold earth, outstretched in solemn rest, And where the farthest heaven had birth,
The babe lay, frozen on its mother's breast:
The gambler came at last-but all was n'erThe spirit trace its rising track.
Dread silence reign'd around :--the clock struck four!--Coates. And where the future mars, or makes,
Goodness--is only greatness in itself, Its glance, dilate o'er all to be,
It rests not on externals, nor its worth While sun is quenched, or system breaks;
Derives-from gorgeous pomp, or glittering pelf, Fixed--in its own eternity.
Or chance of arins, or accident of birth; Above all love, hope, hate, or fear,
It lays its foundations in the soul, It lives all passionless, and pure;
And piles a tower of virtue to the skies, An age shall fleet, like earthly year;
Around whose pinnacle-majestic--roll Its years, as moments, shall endure.
The clouds of GLORY, starr'd with angel eyes
Even of their mutual hideousness they died, I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
Unknowing who he was, upon whose browThe bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Famine had written fiend. The world was void; Did wander, darkling, in the eternal space, The populous, and the powerful was a lumpRayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless; Swung blind, and blackening, in the moonless air; | A luip of death—a chaos of hard clay. Morn came, and went--and came, and bro't no
The rivers, lakes, and ocean, all stood still, And men forgot their passions, in the dread [day; And nothing stirred, within their silent depths; Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Ships, sailorless, lay rotting on the sea, [dropped, Were chilled--into a selfish prayer for light: And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they And they did live by watch-fires; and the thrones, They slept, on the abyss, without a surge : The palaces of crowned kings, the huts,
The waves were dead; the tides were in their The habitations of all things, which dwell,
grave; Were burnt for beacons ; cities were consumed, The moon, their mistress, had expired before ; And men w're gather'd round their blazing homes, The winds were withered in the stagnant air, To look once more into each other's face :
And the clouds perished; Darkness had no need Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of aid from them; she--was the universe.--By'n. of the volcanoes, and their mountain torch.
626. TRUE PLEASURE DEFINED. We A fearful hope-was all-the world contained: are affected with delightful sensations, when Forests were set on fire; but, hour by hour, we see the inanimate parts of the creation, They fell, and faded, and the crackling trunks the meadows, flowers, and trees, in a flourExtinguished with a crash, and all was black. ishing state. There must be some rooted The brows of men, by the despairing light,
melancholy at the heart, when all nature apWore an unearthly aspect, as, by fits,
pears smiling about us, to hinder us from
corresponding with the rest of the creation, The flashes fell upon them. Some lay down,
and joining in the universal chorus of joy. And hid their eyes, and wept ; and some did rest But if meadows and trees, in their cheerful Their chins upon their clenched hands,and smild; verdure, if flowers, in their bloom, and all the And others hurried to and fro, and fed
vegetable parts of the creation, in their most Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up,
advantageous dress, can inspire gladness into With mad disquietude, on the dull sky,
the heart, and drive away all sadness but de
spair; to see the rational creation happy, and The pall of a past world ; and then again,
flourishing, ought to give us a pleasure as With curses, cast them down upon the dust, much superior, as the latter is to the former, And gnashed their teeth, and howled. The wild in the scale of being. But the pleasure is birds shrieked,
still heightened, if we ourselves have been inAnd, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
strumental, in contributing to the happiness And flap their useless wings : the wildest brutes of our fellow-creatures, if we have helped to
raise a heart, drooping beneath the weight of Came tame, and tremulous ; and vipers crawled grief, and revived that barren and dry land, And twined themselves among the multitude, where no water was, with refreshing showers Hissing, but stingless-they were slain for food. of love and kindness. And War, which for a moment was no more,
THE WILDERNESS OF MIND. Did glut himself again-a meal was bought There is a wilderness, more dark With blood, and each sat sullenly apart,
Than groves of fir-on Huron's shore ; Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; And in that cheerless region, hark ! All earth was but one thought-and that was How serpents hiss ! how monsters roar! Immediate and inglorious; and men [death,
'Tis not among the untrodden isles, Died, and their bones mere as tombless as their
Of vast Superior's stormy lake, The meagre by the meagre were devoured; (flesh: Where social comfort never smiles, Even dogs assailed their inasters-all save one, Nor sunbeams-pierce the tangled brake: And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
Nor, is it in the deepest shade, The birds, and beasts, and famished men, at bay,
Of India's tiger-haunted wood; Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Nor western forests, unsurvey'd, Lured their lank jaws ; himself, sought out no
Where crouching panthers--Jurk for blood; But, with a piteous, and perpetual moan, [food,
'Tis in the dark, uncultur'd SOUL, And a quick, desolate cry, licking the hand Which answered not with a caress--he died.
BY EDUCATION unrefin'dThe crowd was famished by degress ; but two
Where hissing Malice, Vices foul, of an enormous city did survive,
And all the hateful Passions prowlAnd they were enemies; they met beside
The frightful WILDERNESS OF MIND. The dying embers-of an altar-place,
Were man Where had been heaped a mass of holy things,
But constant, he were perfect ; that one errorFor an unholy usage; they raked up, [hands, Fills him with faults ; makes him run through all And, shivering, scraped, with their cold, skeleton The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Inconstancy--falls off-ere it begins. Blew for a little life, and made a flame,
Vice is a monster of such hateful mien, Which was a mockery; then they lifted
That, to be hated-needs but to be seen; Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Yet, seen too oft-familiar with her face, Each other's aspects; saw, and shriek’d, and died, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
627. GENIUS. The favorite idea of a ge- thus unsought, unpremeditated, unprepar'd!" nius among us, is of one, who never studies, But the truth is, there is no more a miracle in or who studies nobody can tell when; at mid- it, than there is in the towering of the prenight, or at odd times, and intervals, and now eminent forest-tree, or in the flowing of the and then strikes out,“ at a heat," as the phrase mighty, and irresistible river, or in the wealth, is, some wonderful production. This is a and waving of the boundless harvest.- Dewey. character that has figured largely in the his
628. THE THREE BLACK CROWS. tory of our literature, in the person of our Two honest tradesmen-meeting in the Strand, Fieldings, our Savages, and our Steeles; " loose fellows about town, or loungers in the One, took the other, briskly by the hand;
"Hark ye," said he,“ 'tis an odd story this, country,” who slept in ale-houses, and wrote in bar-rooms; who took up the pen as a ma
About the crows !"_“I don't know what it is," gician's wand, to supply their wants, and, Replied his friend. "No! I'm surprised at that; when the pressure of necessity was relieved, Where I come from it is the common chat: resorted again to their carousals. Your real But you shall hear: an odd affair indeed! genius is an idle, irregular, vagabond sort of And that it happened, they are all agreed: personage; who muses in the fields, or dreams Not to detain you from a thing so strange, by the fireside; whose strong impulses that is the cant of it-must needs hurry him into A gentleman, that lives not far from 'Change, wild irregularities, or foolish eccentricity; This week, in short, as all the alley knows, who abhors order, and can bear no restraint, Taking a puke, has thrown up three black crows." and eschews all labor; such a one as Newton “Impossible !"_"Nay, but its really true, or Milton! What! they must have been ir- I had it from good hands, and so may you." regular, else they were no geniuses. “The “From whose, I pray?" So, having named the man, young man," it is often said, “ has genius Straight to inquire--his curious comrade ran. enough, if he would only study." Now, the truth is, as I shall take the liberty to state it,“ Sir, did you tell ”—relating the affairthat the genius will study; it is that in the “Yes, sir, I did ; and if its worth your care, mind which does study: that is the very na- Ask Mr. Such-a-one, he told it me; ture of it. I care not to say, that it will al- But, by the by, 'twas two black crows, not three." ways use books. All study is not reading, Resolved to trace so wondrous an event, any more than all reading is study. Attention it is, though other qualities belong “Sir,”—and so forth—“Why, yes; the thing's a
Whip to the third, the virtuoso went. [fact, to this transcendent power,-attention it is, that is the very soul of genius; not the fixed Though, in regard to number, not exact; eye, not the poring over a book, but the fixed It was not two black crows, 'twas only one; thought. It is, in fact, an action of the mind, The truth of that, you may depend upon, which is steadily concentrated upon one idea, The gentleman himself told me the case. [place.” or one series of ideas, which collects, in one “Where may I find him ?” “Why;-in such a point, the rays of the soul, till they search, penetrate, and fire the whole train of its Away he goes, and, having found him out,thoughts. And while the fire burns within,
“Sir, be so good as to resolve a doubt." the outside may be indeed cold, indifferent, Then, to his last informant, he referred, negligent, absent in appearance; he may be And begged to know if true, what he had heard. an idler, or a wanderer, apparently without Did you, sir, throw up a black crow?” “Not I!” aim, or intent; but still the fire burns within." Bless me! how people propagate a lie! And what though it bursts forth," at length, Black crows have been thrown up, three, two, and
(one, as has been said,“ like volcanic fires, with spontaneous, original, native force ?" It only And here I find, at last, all comes to none! shows the intense action of the elements be- Did you say nothing of a crow at all ?? neath. What though it breaks forth-like “Crow-crow-perhaps I might, now I recall lightning from the cloud ? The electric fire The matter over.” “ And pray, sir, what was 't?” had been collecting in the firmament, through “Why, I was horrid sick, and, at the last, many a silent, clear, and calm day. . What I did throw up, and told my neighbor so, though
the might of genius appears in one Something that was as black, sir, as a crow.” decisive blow, struck in some moment of high debate, or at the crisis of a nation's peril! diffuse useful information, to farther intellec
THE HIGHEST OCCUPATION OF GENIUS. To That mighty energy, though it may have heaved in the breast of Demosthenes, was provement, to hasten the coming of that
tual refinement, súre forerunners of moral imonce a feeble infant thought. A mother's
eye day, when the dawn of general knowledge guarded its early youth. It soon trod, with shall chase away the lazy, lingering mists, youthful steps, the halls of learning, and even from the base of the great social pyramid; found other fathers to wake,
and to watch
for this, indeed, is a high calling, in which the most it, even as it finds them here. It went on; well press onward, eager to bear a part.
splendid talents and consummate virtue may but silence was upon its path, and the deep strugglings of the inward soul silently minis
How soon-time-flies away! yet, as I watch it, tered to it. The elements around breathed Methinks, by the slow progress of this hand, upon it, and “touched it to finer issues." I should have liv'd an age ice yesterday; The golden ray of heaven fell upon it, and And have an age to live. Still, on it creeps, ripened its expanding faculties. The slow Each little moment at another's heels, revolutions of years slowly added to its collected energies and treasures; till, in its hour of such small parts as these, and men look back, of glory, it stood forth imbodied in the form Worn and bewilderd, wondering—how it is. of living, commanding, irresistible eloquence. Thou travelist-like a ship, in the wide ocean, The world wonders at the manifestation, and which hath no bounding shore to mark its progress. says, “ Strange, strange, that it should come O TIME! ere long, I shall have done with thee.
629. Perry's Victory. Were anything | And those, forsaken of God, and to themselves givwanting, to perpetuate the fame of this vic- The prudent shunned him, and his house, [en up. tory, it would be sufficiently memorable, from As one, who had a deadly moral plague ; the scene where it was fought. This war has And fain all would have shunned him, at the day been distinguished, by new and peculiar characteristics. Naval warfare has been carried of judgment; but in vain. All, who gave ear, into the exterior of a continent, and navies, With greediness, or, wittingly, their tongues as if by magic, launched from among the Made herald to his around him wailed; depths of the forest! The bosom of peace- While on his face, thrown back by injured men ful lakes, which, but a short time since, were in characters of ever-blushing shame, scarcely navigated by man, except to be Appeared ten thousand slanders, all his own. skimmed by the light canoe of the savage, have all at once been ploughed by hostile
630. TRUE FRIENDSHIP. Damon and Pyships. The vast silence, that had reigned, thias, of the Pythagorean sect in philosophy, for ages, on these mighty' waters, was broken lived in the time of Dionysius,
the tyrant of by the thunder of artillery, and the affrighted Sicily. Their mutual friendship was so savage-stared, with amazement, from his strong, that they were ready to die for one covert, at the sudden apparition of a sea- another. One of the two, (for it is not known tight, amid the solitudes of the wilderness.
which,) being condemned to death, by the tyThe peal of war has once sounded on that rant, obtained leave to go into his own counJake, būt probably, will never sound again. try, to settle his affairs, on condition, that the The last roar of cannon, that died along her other should consent to be imprisoned in his shores, was the expiring note of British dom- stead, and put to death for him, if he did not ination. Those vast, eternal seas will,
per- return, before the day of execution. The ato haps, never again be the separating space,
tention of every one, and especially of the tybetween contending nations; but will be em- rant himself, was excited to the highest pitch, bosomed-within a mighty empire; and this
as every body was curious, to see what would victory, which decided their fate, will stand be the event of so strange an affair. When unrivalled, and alone, deriving lustre, and the time was almost elapsed, and he who was perpetuity, from its singleness.
gone did not appear; the rashness of the othIn future times, when the shores of Erie shall er, whose sanguine friendship had put him hum with a busy population; when towns, upon running so seemingly desperate a hazand cities, shall brighten, where now, ex- ard, was universally blamed. But he still detend the dark tangled forest; when ports shall clared, that he had not the least shadow of spread their arms, and lofty barks shall ride, doubt in his mind, of his friend's fidelity. The where now the canoe is fastened to the stake; event showed how well he knew him. He when the present age shall have grown into came in due time, and surrendered himself to venerable antiquity, and the mists of fable that fate, which he had no reason to think he begin to gather round its history, then, will should escape; and which he did not desire the inhabitants of Canada look back to this to escape, by leaving his friend to suffer in battle we record, as one of the romantic his place. Such fidelity softened, even the achievements of the days of yore. It will savage heart of Dionysius himself. He parstand first on the page of their local legends, doned the condemned; he gave the two and in the marvellous tales of the borders: friends to one another, and begged that they The fisherman, as he loiters along the beach, would take himself in for a third. will point to some half-buried cannon, corroded with the rust of time, and will speak of Deep-in the wave, is a coral grove, ocean warriors, that came from the shores of Where the purple mullet, and gold-fish rove, the Atlantic; while the boatman, as he trims Where the sea-flower-spreads its leaves of blue, his sail to the breeze, will chant, in rude dit. That never are wet, with fallen dew, ties, the name of Perry, the early hero of Lake Erie.--Irving.
But in bright and changeful beauty shine,
Far down in the green, and glassy brine. Twas Slander, filled her mouth, with lying words, The floor is of sand, like the mountain drift, Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin. The man,
And the pearl-shells spangle the flinty snow; In whom this spirit entered, was undone.
From coral rocks the sea-plants lift His tongue-was set on fire of hell, his heart Their bows, where the tides and billows flow; Was black as death, his legs were faint with haste The water is calm and still below, To propagate the lie, his soul had framed.
For the winds and the waves are absent there, His pillow-was the peace of families
And the sands-are bright as the stars, that glow Destroyed, the sigh of innocence reproached,
In the motionless fields of upper air : Broken friendships, and the strife of brotherhoods; There, with its waving blade of green, Yet did he spare his sleep, and hear the clock The sea-flag streams through the silent water, Number the midnight watches, on his bed,
And the crimson leaf of the pulse is seen Devising mischief more ; and early rose,
To blush, like a banner, bathed in slaughter: And made most hellish meals of good men's names. There, with a light and easy motion, From door to door, you might have seen him speed,
The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea; Or, placed amidst a group of gaping fools,
And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean, And whispering in their ears, with his foul lips; Are bending like corn, on the upland lea: Peace fled the neighborhood, in which he made
And life, in rare and beautiful forms, His haunts; and, like a moral pestilence,
Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, Before his breath-the healthy shoots and blooms And is safe, when the wrathful Spirit of storms, Of social joy and liappiness, decayed.
Has made the top of the waves his own. Fools only, in his company were seen,
Pride goeth before destruction.
THE CORAL GROVE.