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661. CATO's SENATE.
Betrays--like treason. Let us shun 'em both. Cato. Fathers, we once again are met in coun- Fathers, I cannot see that our affairs (round us; Cesar's approach has summon'd us together, [cil. Are grown thus desperate : we have bulwarks And Rome attends her fate from our resolves. Within our walls, are troops--inured to toil, How shali we treat this bold aspiring man ?
In Afric's heats, and seasoned to the sun; Success still follows him, and backs his crimes. Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Pharsalia-gave him Rome : Egypt-has since
Ready to rise, at its young prince's call. Received his yoke, and the whole Nile is Cesar's. While there is hope, do not distrust the gods ; Why should I mention Juba's overthrow,
But wait, at least, till Cesar's near approach And Scipio's death ? Numidia’s burning sands, Force us to yield. 'Twill never be too late Still smoke with blood. 'Tis time we should To sne for chains, and own a conqueror. decree
Why should Rome fall a moment, ere her time? What course to take. Our foe advances on us, No, let us draw her term of freedom out, And envies us, even Libya's sultry deserts.
In its full length, and spin it to the last. Fathers, pronounce your thoughts : are they still so, shall we gain still one day's liberty ; To hold it out, and fight it to the last ? (fixed and let me perish ; but, in Cato's judgment, Or, are your hearis subdued at length, and wro't, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, By time and ill success, to a submission ? Is worth a whole eternity--in bondage.--Addison. Sempronius, speak.
662. GOD IN NATURE.-There is religion Sempronius. My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate,
in every thing around us-a calm and holy Which of the two to choose, slavery, or death?
religion, in the unbreathing things of nature, No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords,
which man would do well to imitate. It is a And, at the head of our remaining troops,
meek and blessed influence, stealing in as it Attack the foe, break through the thick array
were, unawares upon the heart. It comes Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon quietly, and without excitement. It has no Perhaps some arm. more lucky than ihe rest, [him. terror, no gloom in its approaches. It does May reach his heart, and free the world-from not rouse up the passions; it is untrammeled bondage.
by the creeds, and unshadowed by the super Rise, fathers, rise! 'tis Rome demands your help; stitions of man. It is fresh from the hands of Rise, and revenge her slaughtered citizens, its author, glowing from the immediate pres. Or share their fate! The corpse of half her senate ence of the Great Spirit, which pervades and Manure the fields of Thessaly, while we
quickens it. Sit here, deliberating in cold debates,
It is written on the arched sky. It looks If we should sacrifice our lives to honor,
out from every star. It is on the sailing Or wear them out in servitude, and chains. Rouse np, for shame! our brothers of Pharsalia cloud, and in the invisible wind. It is among Point at their wounds, and cry aloud-To battle! the hills and valleys of the earth—where the Great Pompey's shade--complains that we are shrubless mountain-top-pierces the thin atslow,
[us: mosphere of eternal winter-or where the And Scipio's ghost-walks unrevenged, amongst mighty forest fluctuates, before the strong
Cato. Let not a torrent impetuous zeal wind, with its dark waves of green foliage. It Transport thee thus, beyond the bounds of rea- is spread out like a legible language, upon True fortitude is seen, in great exploits, (son: the broad face of the unsleeping ocean. It is That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides : the poetry of nature. It is this which uplifts All else is towering frenzy and distraction. the spirit within us, until it is strong enough Are not the lives of those, who draw the sword, to overlook the shadows of our place of proIn Rome's defence, intrusted to our care ? Should we thus lead them to a field of slaughter, chain 'that binds us to materiality; and
bation; which breaks, link after link, the Might not the impartial world, with reason, say, which opens to our imagination a world of We lavished at our deaths, the blood of thousands, To grace our fall, and make our ruin glorious ;
spiritual beauty and holiness. Lucius, we next would know what's your opinion,
PLAY-PLACE OF EARLY DAYS. Lucius. My thoughts, I inust confess, are
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, turned on peace. Already, have our quarrels filled the world
We love the play-place of our early days ; With widows and with orphans: Scythia mourns
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, Our guilty wars, and earth's remotest regions-That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. Lie half-unpeopled, by the feuds of Rome: [kind. The wall on which we tried our graving skill, 'Tis time to sheathe the sword, and spare man- The very name we carv'd subsisting still; It is not Cesar, but the gods, iny fathers, The gods declare against us, and repel
The bench on which we sat while deep employ'd, Our vain attempts. To urge the foe to battle, Though mangled, hacked, and hewed, not yet (Prompted by blind revenge, and wild despair,)
destroyed; Were to refuse the awards of Providence,
The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot,
Playing our games, and on the very spot;
Such recollection of our own delights, Is done already : heaven and earth--will witness, That, viewing it, we seem almost t’ obtain If--Rome--must-fall, that we are innocent.
Semp. This smooth discourse, and mild behav. Our innocent, sweet, simple years again. Cowper. Conceal a traitor-something whispers me [ior oft Come sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace, All is not right-Cato beware of Lucius. Cato. Let us appear-nor rash, nor diffident:
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of wo; Immoderate valor-swells into a fault;
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release. And fear, admitted into public councils,
Th’indifferent judge between the high and low.
663. PATRICK HENRY'S SPEECH, 1775. insult; our supplications have been disregarded , No man-thinks more highly, than I do, of the and we have been spurned, with contempt, from patriotism, as well as the abilities, of the very the foot of the throne. In vain, after these things, worthy gentlemen, who have just addressed the inay we indulge the fond hope of peace, and reconhouse. But, different men often see the same ciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. subject in different lights; and therefore, I hope it | If we wish to be free; if we mean to preserve, inwill not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen, violate, those inestimable privileges, for which we is, entertaining, as I do, opinions of a churacter have been so long contending; if we mean not very opposite to theirs, I should speak forth my basely to abandon the noble struggle, in which sentiments—freely, and without reserve. This, sir, we have been so long engaged, and which we is no time for ceremony. The question before the have pledged ourselves, never to abandon, until the house is one of awful moment to this country. For glorious object of our contest shall be ostainedmy part, I consider it as nothing less than a ques. we must fight! I repeat it!--sir, we must FIGHT! tion of freedom, or slavery: and in proportion to the An appeal to arms, and to the God of hosts, is all magnitude of the subject, ought to be the freedom that is left us. They tell us, sir, that we are weak, of debate. It is only in this way we can hope to unable to cope with so formidable an adversary arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility But when-shall we be stronger? Will it be the which we hold to God, and to our country. Were next week, or the next year? Will it be—when I to withhold my sentiments, at such a time as we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard this, through fear of giving offence, I should consi- shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gader myself as guilty of treason toward my country, ther strength—by irresolution, and inaction? Shall and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of we acquire the means of effectual resistance, by Heaven; whom I revere above all earthly kings. lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the deIt is natural for man–10 indulge in the illusions Jusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a
bound us-hand—and foot ? Sir, we are not weak, painful truth; and listen—to the song of that syren, if we make a proper use of those means, which till she transforms us-into beasts. Is this—the part the God of nature hath placed in our power. of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous strug- | Three millions-of people, armed-in the holy cause gle for LIBERTY? Are we disposed to be of tlie of LIBERTY, and in such a country as that which number of those, who, having eyes, see not, and we possess, are invincible, by any force, which having ears, hear not, the things, which so nearly our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we concern their temporal salvation? For my part, shall not fight our batiles alone. There is a just whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing God; -- who presides over the destinies of nations, to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to and who will raise up friends to fight our battles provide for it.
for us. The batile, sir, is not to the strong-alone; I have but one lamp, by which my feet are it is to the vigilant, the active, the BRAVE. Besides, guided; and that—is the lamp-of EXPERIENCE. I sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to know of no way of judging of the future, but by desire it, it is now too late—to retire from the contest. the past. And, judging by the past, I wish to There is no retreat, but in submission and slavery! know what there has been, in the conduct of the Our chains are forged. Their clanking-may be British ministry, for the last ten years. to justify | heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitthose hopes, with which gentlemen have been able—and let it COME!-I repeat it, sir, let it COME! pleased to solace themselves, and the house? Is it It is vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Genilethat insidious smile, with which our petition has men may cry--PEACE-PEACE-but there is no been lately received ? Trust it noi, sir; it will prove peace. The war is actually begun! The next a snare—to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be gale, that sweeps from the north, will bring to our betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves-how this ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren gracious reception of our petition--comports with are already in the field! Why stand we here idle! those warlike preparations, which cover our wa What is it, that gentlemen wish? what would they ters, and darken our land. Are fleets, and armies, have? Is life-so-dear, or peace—so sweet, as to necessary to a work of love, and reconciliation ? be purchased-at the price of chains—and slavery? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be re- Forbid it,- Almighty God.-I know not -- what conciled, that force must be called in to win back course others may lake,--but, as for me, give me our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These LIBERTY,-or give me-DEATH !" are the implements of war, and subjugation-the
664. AMERICA. last arguments—10 which kings resort. I ask: Still one great clime, in full and free defiance, gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can Yet rears her crest, unconquer'd and sublime, gentlemen assign any other, possible motive for it? Above the fair Atlantic! she has taught Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of Her Esau brethren that the haughty flag, the world, to call for all this accumulation of na The floating fence of Albion's feebler crag, [bought vies, and armies? No sir, she has none. They are meant for us : they can be meant for no other. May strike to those whose red right hands have They are sent over--to bind, and rivet upon us, Rights cheaply earn'd with blood. Sull, still, forever those chains, which the British ministry have been Betier, though each man's life-blood were a river, so long forging. And what have we to oppose to That it should flow, and overflow, than creep them? shall we try argument! Sir, we have Through thousand lazy channels in our veins, been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. Damm'd like the dull canal, with locks and chains, We have held the subject up in every lightof which And moving, as a sick man in his sleep, it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall Three paces, and then faltering :-better be we resort to entreaty, and humble supplication? Where the extinguishod Spartans still are free, What lerms shall we find, which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, In their proud charnel of Thermopylæ, sir, deceive ourselves longer. Sir, we have done Than stagnate in our marsh,--or o'er the deep everything that could be done, to avert the storm. Fly, and one current to the ocean add, which is now coming on. We have petitioned; One spirit to the souls our fathers had, we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and One freeman more, America, to thee !—Byron. have IMPLORED its interposition--to arrest the ty OF THE DREAD OF REFORM. The true and only rannical hands of the ministry, and parliament. reason, for not attempting a reform of the state of Our petitions :- have been slighted; our remon- things is, that the interest of corruption-requires strances--have produced additional violence and them to remain as they are.
665. FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS.
ciple. Instead of sweeping the globe, with When the hours of Day are numbered,
the guilty purpose of oppressing the weak, And the voices of the Night
robbing the defenceless, exciting the sound
of lamentation in the humble hut, and drawWake the better soul that slumbered
ing forth the tears of the widow, and the orTo a holy, calm delight
phan, let us do what is in our power—to proEre the evening lamps are lighted,
mote the happiness of our fellow men. In And, like phantoms grim and tall,
the genuine spirit of brotherly affection, let Shadows from the fitful fire-light
us smoke the pipe of peace—with the untu
tored wanderer of the western wilderness Dance upon the parlor-wall-
or, partake of bread, and salt, with the hardy Then the forms of the departed
native of the African desert. Enter at the open door;
Mankind often complain, that they are unThe beloved-one, the true-hearted,
happy; that they tread in a thorny path, and Come to visit me once more !
drink of a bitter stream. But whence do
their sufferings, and sorrows flow? Do they He, the young and strong, who cherished
not, in a great measure, proceed from their Noble longings for the strife
own selfish, and malignant passions? ReBy the road-side fell and perished,
move the cause, and the effect will disappear. Weary with the march of life!
Banish malice, envy, hatred ; let genuine
good-will towards each other prevail, and a They, the holy ones and weakly,
great portion of human misery -- will fade Who the cross of suffering bore
away, like darkness--before the rising sun. Folded their pale hands so meekly
It will dissipate the gloom, which often clouds Spake with us on earth no more!
the countenance, and remove the grief, which And with them the being beauteous
often preys upon the heart.-Fergus. Who unto my youth was given,
If thou hast plucked a flower
of richest, rarest ray, With a slow and noisless footstep
And borne it from its garden bower, Comes that messenger divine,
Thou knowest 't will fade away:
If thou hast gathered gold, Takes the vacant chair beside me,
Unrusted and refined, Lays her gentle hand in mine;
That glittering hoard of worth untold,
Thou knowest the thief may find.
There is a plant that fears
No adverse seasoul's strife, Looking downward from the skies.
But with an inborn fragrance cheers
The wintry eye of life;
There is a wealth that foils
The robber's roving eye,
The guerdon of the mind that toils
Oye, whose brows are bright,
Whose bosoms feel no thorn,
Seek knowledge, by the rosy light
Seek wisdom's lore sublime, aid, is entitled to our sympathy. Human na
And win the garland, and the gold ture, and distress, form a legitimate claim to our friendly assistance. We are not to with
That cannot change with time.-Sigourney hold our brotherly affection, from any of our
THE LAND OF REST. fellow men, because an imaginary line, a riv- Oh, when-shall I go to that land er, a ridge of mountains, or a channel of the
Where spirits-beatified dwell ? ocean, may have separated their birth-place oh, when shall I join their bright band, from ours; because their manners, customs,
And bid to this earth-a farewell? and political institutions are not the same with our own; because, by reason of differ- I am weary of life—and its care, ence of climate, and manner of life, their I am weary of life and its woe; skin is tinged with a different color; because Oh, when to that country so fair, they offer their tribute of homage—to the To that country unknown, shall I go? Creator in a different manner; or, because there is some difference, or shade of differ: A soft yellow light fills the air ence, between their religious rites, and opin
or that land, which I long to behold ; (there, jons, and ours.
And the faces and forms-of the saints who are The sentiment of universal benevolence Are clothed-in its lustre of gold. expands the heart, humanizes the mind, and Like angels they look-as they move, fosters every generous affection; but jealousy,
And like angels they pass the sweet hours ; malace, hatred, and other malignant pas For they are not morials, but spirits, who rove sions-pervert the soul, and cramp, and vitiate—the best feelings of our nature. They
In the light of those beautiful bowers. wage war with every manly, and liberal prin
Face to face the truth comes out
667. THE PERFECT ORATOR. Imagine to
669. TIME-NEW YEAR, yourselves--a Demosthenes, addressing the 'Tis midnight's holy hour; and silence, now, most illustrious assembly in the world, upon Is brooding, like a gentle spirit, o'er (winds, a point, whereon the fate of the most illustri- The still-and pulseless world. Hark! on the ous of nations depended. How awful such a meeting! how vast the subject! By the The bell's deep tones are swelling: 'lis the knell power of his eloquence, the augustness of the Of the departed—year. No funeral train assembly is lost—in the dignity of the orator; Is sweeping past; yet, on the stream, and wood, and the importance of the subject, for a while, With melancholy light, the moonbeam's rest, superseded by the admiration of his talents.
Like a pale, spotless shroud : the air is stirred, With what strength of argument, with what As by a mourner's sigh; and, on yon cloud, powers of the fancy, with what emotions of That floats so still, and placidly, through heaven, the heart, does he assault, and subjugate, the whole man; and, at once, captivate his rea- The spirits—of the seasons—seem to stand, [iorm, son, his imagination, and his passions! To Young Spring, bright Summer, Autumn's solemn effect this, must be the utmost effort of the And Winter, with his aged locks, and breath, most improved state of human nature. Not In mournful cadence, that come abroad, a faculty that he possesses, but is here exerted Like the far wind-harp's wild, and touching wail, to its highest pitch. All his internal powers A melancholy dirge-o'er the dead yearare at work; all his external, testify their energies.
Gone-from the earth-forever. Within, the memory, the fancy, the judg.
Tis a time ment, the passions, are all busy; without, For memory, and tears. Within the deep, every muscle, every nerve is exerted; not a Sull chambers of the heart, a spectre dim, feature, not a limb, but speaks. The organs Whose tones—are like the wizard's voice of Time, of the body, attuned to the exertions of the Heard from the tomb of ages, points its coldmind, thro the kindred organs of the hearers, And solemn finger-10 the beautiful instantaneously vibrate those energies—from soul to soul. Notwithstanding the diversity And holy visions, that have passed away, of minds, in such a multitude, by the lighi. And left no shadow of their loveliness, ning of eloquence, they are melted into one On the dead waste of life. That spectre-lifts mass; the whole assembly, actuated in one The coffin-lid of Hope, and Joy, and Love, and the same way, become, as it were, but one And, bending, mournfully, above the pale, (flowers man, and have but one voice. The universal Sweet orms, that slumber there, scatters dead cry is—Let us march against Philip, let us fight for our liberties—let us conquer, or die. O'er what has passed—to nothingness. The year
Has gone, and, with it, many a glorious throng 668. WIFE, CHILDREN, AND FRIENDS.
Of happy dreams. Its mark-is on each brow, When the black-letter'd list to the gods was presented,
Its shadow-in each heart. In its swift course, The list of what fate for each mortal intends, At the long string of ills a kind goddess relented,
It waved its sceptre o'er the beautifulAnd slipp'd in three blessings, wife, children, and friends. And they are not. It laid ils palid hand In vain surly Pluto declared he was cheated,
Upon the strong man—and the haughty form And justice divine could not compass her ends,
Is fallen, and the flashing eye-is dim. The scheme of man's penance he swore was defeated,
It trod the hall of revelry, where thronged For earth becomes heaven with wife, children, and friends.
The bright and joyous-and the tearful wailIf the stock of our bliss is in stranger hands rested,
Of stricken ones--is heard, where erst, the song, The fund, ill-secured, oft in bankruptcy ends, But the heart issues bills, which are never protested,
And reckless shout-resounded. It passed o'er When drawn on the firm of-wife, children, and friends. The battle-plain, where sword,and spear,and shield The soldier, whose deeds live immortal in story,
Flashed in the light of mid-day-aud the strength When duty to far distant latitudes sends,
Of serried hosts is shivered, and the grass, With transport would barter whole ages of glory,
Green from the soil of carnage, waves above For one happy hour with wife, children, and friends.
The crushed, and mouldering skeleton. It came, Though valor still glows in life's waning embers,
And faded, like a wreath of mist, at eve;
Yet, ere it melted in the viewless air,
It heralded its millions—to their homeThough the spice-breathing gale, o'er his caravan hovers, In the dim land-of dreams.
Though around hinu Arabia's whole fragrance descends, Looking into the fire is very injurious to the The merchant still thinks of the woodbine that covers
eyes, particularly a coal fire. The stimulus of The bower where he sat with wife, children, and friends. light and heat united, soon destroys the eyes. The day-spring of youth, still unclouded with sorrow, Looking at molten iron will soon destroy the Alone on itself for enjoyment depends,
sight. Reading in the twilight is injurious to But drear is the twilight of age, if it borrow
the eyes, as they are obliged to make great ex. No warmth from the smiles of wife, children and friends. ertion. Reading or sewing with a side light, Let the breath of renown ever freshen and nourish
injures the eyes, as both eyes should be exThe laurel that o'er her fair favorites bends,
posed to an equal degree of light. The reason O’er me wave the willow, and long may it Bourish, is, the sympathy between the eyes is so great,
Bedew'd with the tears of wife, children, and friends that if the pupil of one is dilated by being kept Friendship is constant in all other things, partially the shade, the one that is most exSave in the office and affairs of love:
posed cannot contract itself sufficiently for Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues. Those who wish to preserve their sight, should
protection, and will ultimately be injured. Let every eye negotiate for itself,
preserve their general health by correct habits, And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, and give their eyes just work enough, with a Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. due degree of light.
670. AMERICA. I appeal to history ! Tell To where the Tiber pours his urn, me, thou reverend chronicler of the grave, She struck the rude Tarpeian rock; can all the illusions of ambition realized, can Sparks were kindled by the shockall the wealth of a universal commerce, can
Again, thy fires began to burn! all the achievements of successful heroism, or Now, shining forth, thou madest complaint, can all the establishments of this world's wis The conscript fathers—to thy charms; dom, secure to the empire, the permanency Roused the world-bestriding giant, of its possessions? Alas! Troy thought so Sinking fast, in slavery's arms! once; yet the land of Priam lives only in song! I see thee stand-by freedom's fane,
Thebes thought so once; yet her hundred Pouring the persuasive strain, gates have crumbled, and her very tombs are
Giving vast conceptions birth : as the dust they were vainly intended to com
Hark! I hear thy thunder's sound, memorate! So thought Palmyra-yet where
Shake the forum-round-and round,
Shake--the pillars-of the earth! is she? So thought the country of Demosthenes and the Spartan; yet Leonidas is First-born of liberty divine! trampled by the timid slave, and Athens in Put on religion's bright array; sulted by the servile, mindless and enervate Speak! and the starless grave-shall shine, Ottoman !
The portal-of eternal day! In his hurried march, Time has but looked
Rise, kindling with the orient beam;
Let Calvary's hill-inspire the theme ! at their imagined immortality; and all its
Unfold the garmenis-rolled in blood! vanities, from the palace to the tomb, have,
O touch the soul, touch all her chords, with their ruins, erased the very impression
With all the omnipotence of words, of his footsteps! The days of their glory are And point the way to heaven—to God.—Carey. as if they never had been; and the island, that was then a speck, rude and neglected in THE INFLUENCE OF GOLD. A man who the barren ocean, now rivals the ubiquity of is furnished with arguments from the mint, their commerce, the glory of their arms, the will convince his antagonist much sooner fame of their philosophy, the eloquence of than one who draws them from reason and their senate, and the inspiration of their philosophy: Gold is a wonderful clearer of bards!
the understanding; it dissipates every doubt Who shall say, then, contemplating the and scruple in an instant; accommodates itpast, that England, proud and potent as she self to the meanest capacities, silences the appears, may not, one day, be what Athens loud and clamorous, and brings over the most is, and the young America yet soar to be obstinate and inflexible. Philip of Macedon what Athens was! Who shall say, that, was a man of most invincible reason this when the European column shall have mould- way. He refuted by it all the wisdom of ered, and the night of barbarism obscured its Athens, confounded their statesmen, struck very ruins, that mighty continent may not their orators dumb, and at length, argued emerge from the horison to rule, for its time, them out of all their liberties.-Addison. sovereign of the ascendant!-Phillips. 671. THE POWER OF ELOQUENCE.
If all our hopes, and all our fears, Heard ye--those loud-contending waves,
Were prisoned-in life's narrow bound; That shook--Cecropia's pillared state ?
If travelers-through this vale of tears, Saw ye the mighty, from their graves
We saw no better world beyond ;
Oh! what could check the rising sigh?
What earthly thing—could pleasure give?
Oh! who would venture then, to dieSee the son of Hermes rise ;
Or who would venture then--to live? With syren tongue, and speaking eyes,
Were life a dark, and desert moor,
Where mists—and clouds eternal-spread
Their gloomy vail behind, before,
pours; Rolls along the trembling earth,
And tempest3 thunder-overhead; Fastens-on Olynthian towers.
Where not a sun-beam-breaks the gloom, "Where rests the sword! where sleep the brave, And not a floweret--smiles beneath, Awake! Cecropia's ally save,
Who would exist--in such a tomb-
Who dwell in darkness-and in death?
And such were life, without the ray Up: or freedom-breathes her last!"
Of our divine religion given; The jarring states, obsequious now,
'Tis this, that makes our darkness, day, View the patriot's hand on high;
'Tis this, that makes our earth-a heaven! Thunder-gathering on his brow; Lightning-Aashing from his eye!
Bright is the golden sun above, Borne by the tide of words along,
And beautiful--he flowers, that bloom, One voice, one mind, inspire the throng:
And all is joy, and all is love, " To arms! to arms! to arms!” they cry,
Reflected--from the world to come! “Grasp the shield, and draw the sword, Lead us to Philippi's lord,
Life is a weary interludeLet us conquer him-or die!"
Which doth short joys, long woes include: Ah eloquence! thou wast undone;.
The world the stage, the prologue tears;
The acts vain hopes and varied fears;
The scene shuts up with loss of breath,
And leaves no epilogue but death!-H. King. And o'er the Adriatic flew,
The stomach, hath no ears.
THE WORLD TO COME.