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659. SPEECHI OF BELIAL, DISSUADING WAR. Unrespited, unpitied, umreprieved,
I should be much for open war, oh peers, Ages-of hopeless end?-this would be worse. As not behind in hate, is what were urged, War. therefore, opere and concealed, ulike Main reason to persuade immediate war, My voice dissuades.-Milton. Did not dissuade me more, and seem to cas POMPEU. How serenely slept the star-light Oininous conjecture on the whole success; on that lovely city! how breathlessly its pilWhen he, who most excels in lact of arms,
lared streets reposed in their security! how in what he counsels, and in what excels,
softly rippled the dark, green waves beyond!
how cloudless spread aloft and blue the dreamMistrusisal, grounds his courage on despair,
ing Campanian skies! Yet this was the lart And utler dissolution as the scope
night for the gay Pompeii! the colony of the Of all his air, after some dire revenge. [filled hoar Chaldean! the fabled city or Hercules! First, what revenge! The towers of heaven are the delight of the voluptuous Roman' Ago With armed watch, that render all access after age had rolled indestructive, unl ceded. Impregnable: oil, on the bordering deep,
over its head; and now the last ray quivered Encamp their legions: or with obscure wing,
on the dial plate of its doom! Scout far and wide, into the realms of night,
660. THE BEGGAR'S PETITZW. Scorning surprise. Or could we break our way
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, (door; Ry force, and at our heels, all hell should risc,
Whose trembling limbs I have borne him to your With blackest insurrection, to confound
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span; Heaven's purest light; y'et our great enemy,
Oh! give relief, and Heav'n will bless your store. All meorrupuble, would, on his throne,
These latter'd clothes | my poverty bespeak, S.l, anpolluted; and the etherial mold,
These hoary locks proclaim my lengthen'd years: Incapable of stain, would soon expel
And many a furrow | in my grief-wom cheek, Her m.schief, and purge off the baser fire,
Has been the channel | to a flood of tears. Victorious. Thrus rrpalsed, our final hope- Yon house, erected on the rising ground, Is dat despair; we must erasperale
With tempting aspect I drew ine from my road; The almighty victor-lo spend all his rage, For plenty there a residence has found, And that must end us; that must be our cure,
And grandeur | a magnificent abode. To be no more.--Sad cure!--for who would lose, Hard is the fate of the infirin. and poor! Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Here, as I crav'd I a morsel of their bread, Tbove thoughts, that wander through eternity,
A pamper'd mental | drove me from the door, To perish rather, swallowed up, and lost,
To seek a shelter ni an humbler sl.ed.
01. take me 1 10 your hospitable dome; (Let this be good) whether our angry foe
Keen blows the wind. I and piercing is the cold! Can y,ve it, or will ever! How he can,
Short is my passage to the friendly womb; Is doubtful; that he never will, is sure.
For I am poor, and miserably old. Wil he, so w'se. let loose at once his ire,
Should I reveal the sources of my grief, Dil ke through impotence, or unawares,
If soft humanity | e'er touch'd your breast, To give bis enemies the.r wish, and end
Your hands would not withhold the kind relief, Then in his anger, whoun his anger saves
And tears of pity i would not be reprost. To pun shenilless!" Wherefore cease ye then?" Heav'll sends m sfortunes; why should we repine? Say they, who counsel war; "We are decreed, 'Tis Heav'n has bro't me to the site you see; Resersed, and desi ard--10 eternal wo:
And your conditon may be soon like mine, Whatever do rig --wint can we sutter more, The child of sorrow | and of m sery. What can we suife's worse." Is this then worst, A little farm | was my paternal lot; Thus sit ng, thus consulting, thus in arms?
Then, like the lark, I sprightly ha ll the morni; W'nal, when we fled aina ih pursued and struck But ah! oppression | fore'd me from my cou With braven's all cling thunder, and be sought My cattle died, and blighted was iny corn. 'The vep 10 shelter us? this hell, then seemed
My daughter, once the comfort of my age, A teluge--from those wounds! or, when we lay,
Lurd by a villa n / from her native lace, (hs neil on the burning lake? that sure was worse.
Is cast, abandon't, on the world's wide stage, What if the breath, that kindled those gr ma fires,
And doom'd Im scanty poverty to roan.
My tender wife. sweet soother of my cute! found intera lleil vengeance--arm aga i
Struck with and angu shi l at the si nu decree, His red right bant to plague us? what if all
Fell, ling'ring feil. a vietii lo despa, Her stores wite opened, and ih s firmament
And left the world i to wreicheeler «s an' me. Ot 'il-should spout her cataracts of fire,
Piry the sorrows of a poor old inun,
"loor; Invening 'wrrors, threnten ng hideous fail,
Whose treinbiungi mlis I have bomoh mi to s our 0* day upon our heads; while we, perhaps,
Whose days are dwndled to the short al s'in; Durig. or exhort ng klorous war,
Oh! give relief, and Heavy w II liless your re, Caut, na bury tempeal, shall be hurled, Eaci on h tock tranh red, the sport and prey
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661. Caro's SENATE.
Betrays-like treason. Let us shan elli Dott. Cato. Fathers, we once again are met in coun- Fathers, I cannot see that our affairs (round; Cesar's approach bas suinmon'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 10 toll, How shali we treat this bold aspiring man ?
In Afric's heats, and seasoned to the son ; 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 gode; Why should I mention Juba's overthrow,
But wait, at least, ill Cesar's near approach And Scipio's death? Numidia's burning sands. Force os to yield.' 'Twill never be too late Still smoke with blood. 'Tis time we should To site for chains, and own a conqueror. decree
Why should Rome fall a moment, ere her ting 1 What course to take. Our foe advances on is, No, let us draw her term of freedom out, ind envies us, even Libya's sultry deseris.
In its full length, and spin it to the last. Fathers, pronounce your thoughts : are they still So, shall we gain stil 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 hearts subdued at length, and wro't, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, By tine and ill success, to a subiission ? Is worth a whole eternity-in bondage.--Addison. Sempi inius, 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 osi swords,
which man would do well to imitate. It is a Avd, at the head of our reinaining 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 qaietly, and without excitement. It has no Perhaps some arm. more lucky than the 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 antrammeled bondage.
by the creeds, and unshadowed by the superRise, fathers, rise! 'lis Rome demands your help; stitions of mari. It is fresh from the hands of Rrse, and revenge her slaughtered cizens, 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, deliberaung in cold debates,
It is written on the arched sky. It looks If we should sacrifice our lives to honor, Or wear them out du servitende, and chains.
out from every star. It is on the sailing Rouse 117, for shame! our brothers of Pharsalia cloud, and in the invisible wind. It is among Point at their woands, 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-of where the And Scipio's ghost-walks anrevenged, amongsi mighty forest fluctuates, before the strong
Cato. Let not a torrent of 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 lowering 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 ? bation; which breaks, link after link, the Should we thus lead them to a field of slaughter, chain 'that binds as to materiality; and Might not the mpanial world, will reason, say, which opens to our imagination a world of Welavish d at our deathis, the Llood of thousands, spiritual beauty and holiness. To grace our fall, and make our ruin glorious ; Lucius, we next woald know what's your opinion,
PLAY-PLACE OF EARLY DASS. Lucius. My thoughts, I must 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-unpenpled, by the reuds of Rome: [Rind. The wall on which we tried our graving skill, Tis time to sheaibe 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 tis. and repel
The bench on which we sat while deep employ'd, Our pain attempts. To urge the foe to battle, Though mangled, hacked, and bewed, not yet (Prompted by blind revenge and wild despair,) destroyed ; Were io refuse the awards of Provirence, And it to rest in Heaven's determ nation.
The little ones, unbatton'd, glowing hot, Already hare we shown our love to Rome;
Playing our games, and on the very spot; Now, let is show submission to the gods. As happy as we once, to kneel and draw We took up irms, not to revenge ourselves, The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw; But free the commonwealth ; when this end falls. To pitch the ball into the grounded hat, That drew our swor's, now wrests '-in from our Or drive it devious with a dextrous pat; And bids us pot delight in Roman blood, (hands, The pleasing spectacie at once excites Unprofitably shed: what men could do
Such recollection of our own delights, Is done already : hearer and earth--will witness, That, viewing 1, we seem almost l'obtain 1f-Rome--must-fall, that we are innocent.
Semp. This sinooth discourse, and mild behav- Our innocent, sweet, simple years again.Couper. Conceal a raitor--something whispers me [ior oft Come sleep, 0 sleep, the certain knot of peace All is not right-Cato beware of Lucina. Cato. Let us appear-nor rash, nor diffident:
The baiting-place of wit, the baim of wo; Iminoderate valor-swells into a fau't ;
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, And fear, admitted into public counciis,
Th'indifferent judge between the high and lon. 663. PATRICK HENRY'S SPEECIL, 1775. insult; our supplications have been disregarded No man-thinks more highly. than I do, of the and we have been sparnel, with contempe, from patriotism, as well as the abilities, of the very the foot or the throne. In vain, alter these things, worthy gentlemen, who have just addressed the may we indulge the fond hope of peace, and recon house. But, different men--onen see the same ciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. subjert in ditferent lights; and therefore, I hope it Ji we wish to be free; if we mean to preserve, in will not be thought disrespectful to those gentleinen, violate, those inesi mable privileges, for which we is, entertaining, as I do. opinions of a clunracter have been so long contending; if we mean not very opposite to theirs. I should speak forth my busely to abandon the noile struggle, in which sentimills-freely, and without reserre. "This, sir, we have been so long engaged, and which we is no time for ceremony. "The question before the have pledged ourselves, never walaudca, uuul the louse 's one of awful moment to this country. For glorious oljel of our coutest shall be olitanede my part. I consider it as nothing less than a ques- we must night! I rareal it?sir, we must FIGHT! tion of freedom, or slarery: and in proportion to the ! An appeal to arms, and to the God of hosts, is all magnitnde of the subject, ought to be the freedom that is lefius. 'Ikey tell us. s r. that we are weak, of debate. It is only in the way we can hope 10 wable to cope--with so fora dable au adversary arrive at truth, and iulfill the great responsibility Bui when-shall we be stronger! Will it be the which we hold to God, and to our country. Were next week, or the inext year. Will it be-when 1 to withhold my sentiments, at such a time as we are totally disarme, and when a British guard this, through fear of giving offence, I should consi- shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gader myseli'ns guilty of treason toward iny country, ther strength--by irresolution, and inaction? Shall and or an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of we accure the means of effectual resistance, by Weaven; whom I revere' above all earthly kings. lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the de i is natural for man-to indulge in the illus ouis Jusive phantom of hope, unulourenemies 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. !f we make a proper use of those means, which il she transtornis 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 the of LIBERTY, and m such a country as that which number of those, who, haring eyes, see noi, and we possess, are inrincible, by any force, which haring ears, hear not. the things, which so nearly our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we concern their temporal salvation! For my pari, shall not fight our batiles alone. There is a just whatever angu'sh of spirit it may cost, I am willing Gods-who presides over the destinies of nations, to know the ichole truth; to know the worst, and 10 and who will raise up friends to fight our batile proride for in.
for us. The batte, 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 loolas-to retire from the contest the past. And judging by the past, I wish to There is no retreat, but in submission and slarery: know what there has been, in the conduct of the Our chains are forged. Their clanking--may be British ministry, for the Inst ten years. to justify heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inerit. those hopes, with which gentlemen have been able--and let it COME - repeat it, sir, let it COME' pleased to solace themselves, and the house? Is it It is vain, sir, to extenuate the ruatter. Gentle that insidious smile, with which our petition has men may cry--PEACE-PEACE--but there is no teen lately received! Trust it noi, sir; it will prove peace. The war is actually begun! The next a snare-io your fret. Suffer not yourselves to be gabe, wat 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--comporis with are already in the field! Way stand we here alle those warlike preparations, which cover our wont- What is it, that gentlemen toish? what would they ters, and darken our land. Are flerts, and amus. here? Is life-so-dear, or peace--so suvet, as to decessary to a work of love, and reconciliation be purchased-at the price of chains--and slarery? Have we shown ourselves so unerilling to be re- Forbid 11.- Abonighty Gen-I knoto noi - what conciled, that force must be called in 10 win back course others may lakes--but, as for me, give me our love! Let us not deceire ourselves, sir. These LIBERTY, or give me-DEATH !" arr the implements of tear, and subjugation-the
604. AMERICA. last arguments--to which kings resort.
I ask: Sull one great clime, in full and free defianco, gentlemen, sir, what means this martial arrey, is its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can Yet rears her cresi
, unconquer'd and sublime, gentlemen assign any other, possible mouve for it! Above the fair Auantic! she has taught Mas Great Brian any enemy. 111 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, (bouyin ries, 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-rio bind, and rivet upon us, Rghts cheaply card with blood. Sull, suull. forever chose chains, wluch the British ministry have been Better, though each mne's life-blood were a river, to long farging. And what have we to oppose to that it should flow, and overflow, than creep been trying that for the last ten years.' Have we Through thousand lazy channels in our veins, anything new to offer upon the subject! Nothing Damm'd like the dull canal, with locks and chairis, 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 rainShall Three paces, and then faltering :-better bo we resort in entreaty, and humble supplication! Where the extinguishid Spartans still are free, What terms shall we find, which have not been already exhausted! Let us not, I beseech you, in their proud charnel of Thermopylæ, sir, decrive ourselves longer. Sir, we have done Than stagnate in our murh.--or o'er the deep every thug that could be done, to avert the storm. Ply, 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, Amenca, to thee! - Byron. have IMPLORED its interposition--to arrest the ty
OF THE DREAD OF REVORM. "The true and only muncal bands of the ministry, and parliament reason, for not attempting a reform of the state of Our petitions -- have been slighted; our remon. th ngs is, that the interest or corruption-qura strance have produced addiwnal violence and the tu lo remna w as they are.
665. SOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS. ciple. Instead of sweeping the globe, with Wher 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 Wake the better soul that slumbered
of lamentation in the humble hut, and draw
ing forth the tears of the widow, and the orTo a holy, calm delight
plian, let us do what is in our power—to pro Ere 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 firul fire-light
us smoke the pipe of peace-with the untuDance upon the parlor-wall-
tored wanderer of the western wilderness
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 !
druk of a bitter stream. But whence do
their sufferings, and sorrows flow? Do they He, the young and strong, wbo cherished
not, in a great measure, proceed from theu Noble longings for the strife
own selfish, and malignant passions ! Re By 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 They, the holy ones and weakly,
good-will towards each other prevail, and a
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 wus given,
EDUCATION. More than all things else to love me,
I thou hast plueked a flower And is now a saint in heaven.
Os 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: Takes the vacant chair beside me,
If thou hast gathered gold, Lays her gentle hand in mine;
Unrusted and refined, And she sits and gazes at me,
That glittering hoard of worth untold, With those deep and lender eyes,
Thou knowest the thief may find. Like the stars, so still and saint-like,
There is a plant that fears Looking downward from the skies.
No adverse season's strife,
But with an inbori 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, Such as these have lived and died !
Seels knowledge, by the rosy lighe 666. THE WAY TO BE HAPPY. All man- Of youth's unfolding moru; kind are brethren. Every human being, who With ardor uncontrolled, comes in our way, and stands in need of our
Seek wisdom's lore sublime, aid, is entitled to our sympathy. Human nature, and distress, form a legitimate claim to
And win the garland, and the gold our friendly assistance. We are not to with
That cannot change with time.-Sigourney hold our brotherly allection, 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 inanners, customs, and political institutions are not the same
And bid to this earth-a farewell? with our own; because, by reason of differ- 1 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 more, tostersevery generous affection; but jealousy,
And like angels they pass the sweet hous; mnalace, hatred, and other malignant pas. For they are not mortals, but spirits, who rose 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 our
667. TIL PERFECT ORATOR. Imagine to
669. TIME--NEW YEAR. yourselvesma Demosthenes, addressing the 'Tis midnight's holy hour; and silence, now, most illustrious assembly in the world, upon Is brooding, like a gentle spir 1. o'er (winds a point, whereon the fate of the most illustri- The still-and pulseless world. Ilark! on the ous of nations depended. How awful such a mreting! how fast the subject! By the The bell's deep tones are swelling: 'lis the kuel 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, spouless 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, [orm, 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 judge
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--to 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 light. And left no shadow of their loveliness, ning of eloquence, they are melted into one on the dead waste of lite. That spectre--lifts mass; the whole assembly, actuated in one The cotiin-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 forms, that slumber there, scallers dead cry is-Let us march against Philip, let us fight for our liberties-let us conquer, or die. 0'er what has passed—to nothingness. The year
Has gone, and, with it, many a glorous throng 668. WIFE, CHILDREX, AND FRIENDS,
Of happy dreams. Its mark—is on each Lrow, When the black-letter'd list to the goals was presented,
Its shadow-in each heart. In its swift course, "The list of what late for each mortal intends, Al the long string of its a kind goddess relented,
It waved its sceptre o'er the beautiful-And slipp'd in three blessings, wife, children, and friends. And they are nol. II laid its palıd hand In vain sarly Pluto declared he was cheated,
Upon the strong man-and the baughty formAnd justice divine could not compass her ende,
Is fallen, and the flashing eye-is dim.
The bright and joyous and the tearsul wail-
Of stricken onesnis heard, where erst, the song, But the heart issues bills, wbich are never protested,
And reckless shout-resounded. It passed o'er When drawn on the firm of wile, children, and friends. The battle-plain, where sword, and spear and shield The wilder, whree derda live immortal in story,
Flashed-in the light of mid-day-and the strength When duty to far distant latitudes sends,
Of serried hosis is shivered, and the grass, With transport would tarier whole ages of clory,
Green from the soil or carnage, waves al ove For one lappy hour wih wife, chil iren, and friends.
The crushed, and moulder ng skeleton. It camo, Though walor st.Il diws in life's waning embers,
And faded, i ke a wreath of m sl, at eve;
Yetere it melted in the viewless air,
In the d m land- of dreams. Tlach around him Aralia's whole famice descents, Looking into the fire is very injurious to the The inerchant will thinks of the welline that covers eyes, particularly a coal fire. The stimulus of
The tower w bere he sat with wife, ch Wron, and triends. light and heat united, soon destroys the eyes The day-spar sg of youth, sill uteluded witba sorrow, Looking at molten iron will soon destroy the Abwe If for et joyaient "piinless
sicht. Reading in the twilight is injurious to But drear is the twilight of age, if at brow
the eyes, as they are obliged to make treaterNo waruth from the sides of wife, children and friende ertion. Reading or sewing with a side light, Let the treath of renown ever fresten and wrish
injures the eyes, as both eyes should be exThe laurel torr her fair fav miestelis
posed to an equal der ree of light. The reason O'er Dre wave the willow, ara may it fi urth, is, the sympathy between the eyes is so great,
Badewy with the tean of wife, children, and treate that if the pupil of one is dilated by being hept Friendship is constant in all other th ngs,
partially in the shade, the one that is mosterSuve in the office and atlairs of lore:
posed cannot contract itself sufl'cie uity for Therefore, all beans in love use their own tongues. Those who wish to preserve their iht, would
protection, and will ult'mately be inuured. Let very eye uegotiate for itselt,
preserve their general health by correct hadits, And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, and xrive their eyes just work enough, with a Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. i due degree of lights