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629. PERRI'S VICTORI. Were anything | And those, forsaken of God, and to themselve kt! wanting, to perpetuate the fame of this vic- The prudent shunned him, and his house, lon 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 been distinguished, by new and peculiar char. And fain all would have shunned him, u the day acteristics. Naval' warfare has been carried Of judgment; but in vain. All, who give ear, into the interior of a continent, and navies, With greediness, or, wittingly, their tongues as if by magic, launched from among the Made herald to his lies, around him wailed; depths of the forest! The bosom of peace- While on his face, thrown back by injured mas 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 Py ships. 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 tie thunder of artillery, and the atfrighted Sicily.
Their mutual friendship was 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 kne wn fight, 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, but 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 n 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 athaps, 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 wan perpetuity, from its singleness.
gone did not appear; the rashness of the oth In 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 haz and cities, shall brighten, where now, ex-ard, was universally blamed. But he still de tend the dark tangled forest; when ports shall clared, that he had not the least shadow of spread their arms, and lotty barks shall ride, doubt in his mind, of bis 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 ti venerable antiquity, and the mists of fable that fate, which he had no reason to think he beyin 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 ir 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 twr and in the marvellous tales of the borders: friends to one another, and begged that they Tlietisherman, 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 drin, 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 list His longue-was set on fire of hell, his heari 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, TC 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 glos 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 inos: 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 frun-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 uplend les : Peace tied the neighborhood, in which he made
And life, in rare and beautiful forms, His haunts; and, like a inorul 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, Vi social joy and happiness, decayed.
Has made the top of the waves his own. Foois only, in his company were seen,
Pride goeth before destruction.
THE CORAL GROVE.
631. BRUTUS HARANGUE Ox CESAR's | Dioptrics, optics, katoptrics, carbo:1, DEATH. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Chlorine, and iodine, and aerostatics; hear me--for my cause; and be silent, that Also,—why frogs, for want of air, expire; you may hear. Believe me—for mine honor; And how to set the Tappan sea on fire! and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom; and in all the modern languages, she vras awake your senses, that you may the better Exceedingly well versed; and had devoted, judge. If there be any, in this assembly, any To their attainment, far more time than has, dear friend of Cesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Cesar-was no less than his. If, For she had taken lessons, iwice a week,
By the best teachers lately, been allotted; then, that friend demand, why Brutus-rose
ainst Cesar, this is my answer: Not that I For a full month in each; and she could speak loved Cesar--less, but, that I loved Rome French and Italian, equally as well more. Had you rather Cesar were living, and As Chinese, Portuguese, or German; and die all slaves; than that Cesar were dead, to
What is suill more surprising, she could spel live all freemen? As Cesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; was quite familiar in Low Dutch and Spanish,
Most of our longest English words, off hand; as he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There are tears And tho'r of studying modern Greek and Danish for his love, joy- for his fortune, honor-for She sang divinely: and in “Love's young dream,* his valor, and death-for his ambition. Who's And “Fanny dearest." and "The soldier's bride;" here so base, that would be a bondman? if And every song whose dear delightful theme, any, speak; for him--have I offended. Who's here so rude, that would not be a Roman? if
Is “Love, still love," had oft ull midniglit tried any, speak? for him—have I offended. Who's Her finest, lottiest pigeon-wings of sound, here so vile, that will not love his country? if Waking the very watchmen far around.- Halleck. any, speak; for him--have I offended. I 633, CHARITY. Though I speak-with pause for a reply.
the tongues of men, and of angels, and have None! then none--have I offended. I have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, done no more to Cesar, than you should do to or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the Prutus. The question of his death-is en- gift of prophecy, and understand all mysterolled in the capitol; his glory not extenuated, ries, and all knowledge; and though I have wherein he was worthy; nor his offences en all faith, so that I could remove monntains forced, for which he suffered death.
and have not charity, I am nothing. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark
And though I bestow all my goods to feed Antony; who, though he had no hand in his the poor, and though I give my body to be death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me place in the commonwealth; as, which of you nothing. Charity-suffereth long, and is kind; shall not?--With this I depart that as i charity--envieth not; charity-vaunteth not slew my
best lover-for the good of Rome, i itself; it is not putled up; doth not behave ithave the same dayger for myself, when it shall self unseemly; seeketh not her own; is not please my country to need my death.
easily provoked; thinketh no evil; rejoiceth
not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; 632. ACCOMPLISHED YOUNG LADY. beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth She shone, at every concert; where are bought
all things, endureih all things. Tickets, by all who wish them, for a dollar;
Charity--never failcth: but whether there
be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there She patronised the theatre, and thought,
be tongues, they shall cease; whether there That Wallack looked extremely well in Rolla; be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we She fell in love, as all the ladies do,
know, in part, and we prophecy, in part. But, With Mr. Simpson-talked as loudly, 100,
when that which is perfect, is come, then that,
which is in part, shall be done away. As any beauty of the highest grade,
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I To the gay circle in the box beside lier; understood as a child, I thought as a child; And when the pit-half vexed, and half afraid, but when I became a man, I put away child
With looks of smothered indignation eyed her; ish things. For now, we see through a glass, She calmly met their gaze, and stood before 'em, Tdarkly; but then, face to face: now, I know Smiling al vulgar taste, and mock decorum.
hi pari; but then, shall I know, even as also
I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, And though by no means a "Bas bleu,” she had charity, these three; but the greatest of these For literature, a most becoming passion;
is charity.-S1 Puul. Had skimmed the latest novels, good, and bad,
EARLY RISING AND PRAYER,
To do the like; our bodies--but forerun
Give him thy first tho'ls then, 80-shalt thou keep
Him company-all day, and in him-sleep.
Yet never sleep the sun up; prayer-should
Dawn with the day; there are set-awful hourg
Twixt heaven and us; the manna-was not good Themselves for acting well, in life, their part, As wives and mothers. There she learn'd by heart After sun rising; for day-sullies flowers ·
Rise-10 prevent the sun ; sleep-doth sins glul, Words, to the witches in Macbeth unknown, And heaven's gate opens, when the world's is shar Hydraulics, hydrostatics, and pneumatics
Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unroll
634. SAILOR BOY'S DREAM.
635. CHILD HAROLD.-CAK10 ri. In alumbers of midnight, the sailor boy lay;
Oh! that the desert-were my dwelling place, His hammock swung Iose, at the sport of the wind;
With one fair spirit-for my minister But watch-worn, and weary, his cares flew away,
That I might all forget the human race, And visions of happiness danced o'er his mind.
And hating no one, love but only her!
Ye elements !-in whose ennobling stir,
I feel myself exalted-Canye not
Accord me such a being? Do I err While menory-stood sideways, half covered with fowers,
In deerning such-inhabit many a spot And restored every rose, but secreted its thorn.
Though with them to converse, can rarely be o la Then fancy, her magical pinions spread wice,
There is a pleasure-in the pathless woods, And bade the young dreamer in ecstasy rise
There is a rapture-on the lonely shore, Now far, far behind him, the green waters glide,
There is society where none intrudes, And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar : The jeesamine clambers in power o'er the thatch,
I love not man the leas, but nature more, heill the swallow sings sweet, from her nest in the wall;
From these our interviews, in which I stea! all trembling with transport, he raises the latch,
From all I may be, or have been before, And the voices of loved ones reply to his call.
To mingle-with the Universe, and feel A father bends o'er him, with looks of delight,
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal His check is impearled, with a mother's warm tear,
Roll on, thou deep, and dark blue ocean--roll! And the lips of the boy, in a love-kiss unite,
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; With the lips of the maid, whom his bosoun holds dear
Man marks the earth with ruin-his control The heart of the sleeper beats high in his breast,
Stops with the shore ;-upon the watery plain Joy quickens his pulse-all his hardships seem o'er
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest
A shadow of.man's ravage, save his own; "O God, thou hast blessed me-I ask for no more."
When for a moment, like a drop of rain, Ah, what is that flame which now bursts on bis eye !
He sinks into the depths, with bubbling groan, Ah, what is that sound, which now larums his ear!
Without a grave, unknelled, uneoffined, and unknowc 'Tis the lightning's red glare, painting hell on the sky!
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls 'Tis the crash of the thunder, the groan of the sphere
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, He springs from his hammock-he flies to the deck,
And monarchs tremble, in their capitals, Amazement confronts him with images dire
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Wild winds, and waves drive the vessel a wreck
Their clay creator, the vain title takeThe masts fly in splinters—the shrouds are on fire !
of lord of thee, and arbiter of war! Like mountains, the billows tremendously swell
These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, In vain the lost wretch calls on Mary to save ;
They melt into thy yeast of waves, which nar Dreven hands of spirits are wringing his knell,
Alike, the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgas And the death-angel flaps his broad wing o'er the wave!
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save the Oh! silor boy, woe to thy dream of delight!
Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? In darkness dissolves the gay frost-work of bliss
Thy waters wasted them, while they were free Where now is the picture that fancy touched bright,
And many a tyrant since; their shores obey Thy parents' fond pressure, and love's honeyed kiss!
The stranger, slave, or svage; their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts :-oot so thouOh! sailor boy! wilor boy! never again
Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' playShall home, love, or kindred, thy wishes repay ;
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure browl'oblessed, and unhonored, down deep in the main,
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thoa rollest noz Full many a score fathom, thy frame shall decay.
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty form No tomb shall e'er plead to remembrance for thee,
Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Or redeem form, or frame, from the merciless surge ;
(Calm, or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, But the white foam of waves shall thy winding-sheet be,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, And winds, in the midnight of winter, thy dirge.
Dark-heaving, -boundless, endless, and sublimo On beds of green sea-tower, thy limbs shall be laid;
The image of Eternity-the throne Around thy white bones, the red coral shall grow;
of the Invisible; even from out thy slime of thy fair yellow locks, threads of amber be made,
The monsters of the deep are made ! each zone And every part suit to thy mansion below.
Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone Days, months, years, and ages, shall circle away,
And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy And the vast waters over thy body shall roll
of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Earth loses thy pattern forever and aye
Borne like the bubbles, onward; from a boy, Oh! sailor boy! sailor boy! peace to thy soul.-Dimond.
I wantoned with thy breakers--they to me TIME AND ITS CHANGES. Reformation is
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea a work of time. A national taste, however
Made them a terror twas a pleasing fear, wrong it may be, cannot be totally changed
For I was, as it were, a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near, at once; we must yield a little to the prepossession, which has taken hold on the mind,
And laid my hand upon thy mane-as I do here. and we may then bring people to adopt what In the dreams of delight, which with ardor ve would offend them, if endeavored to be intro- on the phantom of sorrow appears ; (seek, duced by violence.
And the roses of pleasure, which bloom on you What's fame? a fancied life in other's breath, Must be steeped in the dew of your tears.(cheek, A thing bevond us, e'en before our death. The aged man, that coffers up his gold, All fame «s foreign, but of true desert,
Is plagu'd with cramps, and gouts, and painti: Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart; And scarce hath eyes, his treasure to behold, One self-approving hour, whole years outweighs But still, like pining Tantalus, he sits, of stupid starers, and of loud hussas :
And useless bans the harvest of his wits,
But torment, that it cannot cure his pain.
To err-is human;
636, PATRIOTIC TILIUMPH. The citizens At length, one morn, to taste the air, of America-celebrate that day, which gave The youth and maid, in « ne horse chair, birth to their liberties. The recollection of
A long excursion took. this event, replete with consequences so be
Edgar had nerved his bashful heart, neficial to mankind, swells every heart with joy, and fills every tongue with praise. We
The sweet confession to impart, celebrate, not the sanguinary exploits of a
For ah! suspense had caused a smart, tyrant, to subjugate, and enslave-millions
He could no longer brook of his fellow-creatures; we celebrate, neither
He drove, nor slackened once his reins, the birth, nor the coronation, of that phantom,
Till Hempstead's wide extended plains styled a king; but, the resurrection of liberty, the emancipation of mankind, the regenera
Seern'd join'd to skies above : tion of the world. These are the sources of
Nor house, nor tree, nor shrub was near our joy, these the causes of our triumph. We The rude and dreary scene to cheer, pay no homage at the tomb of kings, to sub Nor soul within ten miles to hearlime our feelings we trace no line of illus And still, poor Edgar's silly fear, trious ancesters, to support our dignity-we
Forbade 10-speak of love. rocur to no usages sanctioned by the authority of the great, to protect our rejoicing;
At last, one desperate effort broke no, we love liberty, we glory in the rights of The bashful spell, and Edgar spoko, men, we glory in independence. On what With most persuasive tone; ever part of God's creation a human form
Recounted past attendance o'er, pines under chains, there, Americans drop
Add then, by all that's lovely, swore, their tears.
That he would love, for evermore, A dark cloud once shaded this beautiful quarter of the globe. Consternation, for
If she'd become his own. awhile, agitated the hearts of the inhabitants. The maid, in silence, heard his prayer, War desolated our fields, and buried our vales Then, with a most provoking air, in blood. But the dayspring froin on high
She, tiltered in his face; soon opened upon us its glittering portals. The angel of liberty descending, dropped on
And said, “ 'Tis time for you to know, Washington's brow, the wreath of victory, A lively girl inust have a beau, and stamped on American freedom, the seal Just like a reticule-for show; of omnipotence. The darkness is past, and And at her nod to come, and gothe true light now shines to enliven, and re But he should know his place. joice mankind. We tread a new earth, in
Your penetration must be dull, which dwelleth righteousness; and view a
To let a hope within your skull new heaven, flaming with inextinguishable stars. Our feet will no more descend into the
Os matrimony spring. vale of oppressions; our shoulders will no
Your wife! ha, ha! upon my word, more bend-under the weight of a foreign The thought is laughably absurd, domination, as cruel, as it was unjust. Well
As anything I ever heardmay we rejoice-at the return of this glorious I never dream'd of such a thing." anniversary; a day dear to every American; a day-to be had in everlasting remembrance;
The lover sudden dropp'd his rein, 2 day, whose light circulates joy-through
Now on the centre of the plainthe hearts of all republicans, and terror “The linch-pin's out!” he cried ; ihrough the hearts of all tyrants.-Maxy. Be pleased, one moment, to aligh, 637. TIT FOR TAT: COQUETRY PUNISHED.
Till I can set the matter right, Ellen was fair, and knew it 100,
That we may safely ride."
He said, and handed out the fair-
Then laughing, crack'd his whip in air,
And wheeling round his horse and char, She smiled on half a dozen beaux,
Exclaim'd, “Adieu, I leave you there And, reckless of a lover's woes,
In solitude to roam." She cheated these, and taunted those;
" What mean you, sir!" the maiden criei, “For how could any one suppose
“ Did you invite me out to ride, A clown could take her eye ??'
To leave me here, without a guide?
Nay, stop, and take me home.”
“What! take you home!” exclaim'd the beau, The maid design'd to bless;
“ Indeed, my dear, I'd like to know For, wheresover moved the fair,
How such a hopeless wish could grow, The youth was, like her shadow, there,
Or in your bosom spring. (word,
What! take Ellen home? ha! ha. upon my And rumor-boldly match'd the pair, For village folks will guess.
The thought is laughably absurd,
As anything I ever heard;
I never dream'd of such a thing !"
Man, always prosperous, would be giddy But let the flame in secret burn,
and insolent; always afflicted-would be sulCertain of meeting a return,
len, or despondent. Hopes and fears, joy and When, from his lifs, the fair should learn,
sorrow, are, therefore, so blended in his life, as
both to give room for worldly pursuits, and to Officially, the truth
recall the adınonitions of conscience.
638. RECITATIONS INSTEAD OF THE A-! 639. WATERLOO; THE BALL AND BATTLE. TRES. In its present state, the theatre-de. There was a sound of revelry-by night, serves no encouragement. It has nourished And Belgium's capital-hal gathered then intemperance, and all vice. In saying this, Her beauty, and her chivalry; and bright I do not say that the amusement is radically, The lamps shone o'er fair women, and brave mer. essentially evil. I can conceive of a theatre, which would be the noblest of all amuse- A thousand hearts beat happily; and when ments, and would take a high rank, among Music arose, with its voluptuous swell, the means of refining the taste, and elevating Soft eyes looked love, 10 eyes, which spake again, the character of a people. The deep woes, and all weut merry as a marriage-bell; (anell! the mighty, and terrible passions, and the But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a risina sublime emotions-of genuine tragedy, are titted to thrill us with human sympathies, Did ye not hear it?–No; 'twas but the wind, with profound interest in our nature, with a Or the car, rattling o'er the stony street : consciousness of what man can do, and dare, On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; and suffer, with an awed feeling of the fearful No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure mect, mysteries of life. The soul of the spectator To chase the glowing hours, with flying feeiis stirred from its depths; and the lethargy, But hark! That heavy sound breaks in once more, in which so many live, is roused, at least for a time, to some intenseness of thought, and As if the clouds—its echo would repeat; sensibility. The drama answers a high pur- And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! (roar ! pose, when it places us in the presence of the Arm! arm! ii is—it is—the cannon's opening most solemn, and striking event of human ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, history, and lays bare to us the human heart, and gathering tears, and tremblings of distress in its most powerful, appalling, glorious workings. But how little does the theatre and cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago accomplish its end? How often is it disyra- Blushed—at the praise of their own loveliness : ced, bý monstrous distortions of human na. And there were sudden parrings, such as press ture, and still more disgraced by profaneness, The life from our young hearts, and choking sighs, coarseness, indelicacy, low wit, such as no Which ne'er might be repeated; for who could woman, worthy of the name, can hear with. If ever more should meel, those mutual eyes, (guess, out a blush, and no man can take pleasure Since upon night, so sweet, such awful morn in-without self-degradation. Is it possible, that a christian, and a refined people, can re
could rise? sort to theatres, where exhibitions of danc- And there was mounting in hot haste; the steeds ing are given, fit only for brothels, and where The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, the most licentious class in the community Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, throng, unconcealed, to tempt, and destroy? And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; That the theatre should be suffered to exist, And the deep thunder, peal on peal, afar; in its present degradation, is a reproach to the community. Were it to fall, a better dra- And near, the beat of the alarming drum, ma might spring up in its place. In the Roused up the soldier, ere the morning star; meantime, is there not an amusement, hav- While thronged the citizens, with terror dumb, ing an affinity with the drama, which might Or whispering with white lips—" The foe! they be usefully introduced among us? I mean, come! they come!” Recitations. A work of genius, recited by a man of fine taste, enthusiasm, and powers of And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves elocution, is a very pure, and high gratifica- Dewy with natiae's lear-drops, as they pass, tion. Were this art cultivated, and encour. Grieving, if auglitinanimale e'er grieves, aged, great numbers, now insensible to the Over the unreturning brave,--alas! most beautiful compositions, might be waked Ere evening, to be trodden like the grass, up to their excellence, and power. It is not which now beneath them, but above shall grow, easy to conceive of a more effectual way, of spreading a refined taste through a commu- In its next verdure, when this fiery mass nity. The drama, undoubtedly, appeals more of living valor, rolling on the foe, (and low. strongly to the passions than recitation; but and burning with high hope, shall moulder cold, the latter brings out the meaning of the author Last noon-beheld them, full of lusty life, more. Shakspeare, worthily recited, would be better understood than on the stage. Then, in Last eve-in beauty's circle, proudly gay, recitalion, we escape the weariness of listen- The midnight-brought the signal-sound of strise, ing to poor performers; who, after all, fill up The morn--the marshaling in arms,—the day, most of the time at the theatre. Recitations, Battle's magnificently-stern array! (reng sutliciently varied, so as to include pieces of The thunder-clouds close o’er it, which, when, chaste wit, as well of pathos, beauty and The earth is covered thick with other clay, subidity, is adapted to our present intellect- which her own clay shall cover, heaped, and peng ual progress, as much as the drama falls below it. Should this exhibition be introduced Rider and horse,-friend, foe,-in one red burial
blent ! among us successfully, the result would be, that the power of recitation would be exten
What's in the air? sively called forth, and this would be added Some subule spirit-runs through all my veins, to our social, and domestic pleasures. Hope-seems to ride, this morning, on the winch Thou knowest but little,
And outshines the sun. If thou dost think true virtue-is confined When things go wrong, each fool presumes t'odt To climes, or systems; no, it flows spontaneous, And if more happy, thinks himelf more wise: (vise. Like life's warm stream, throughout the whole cre- All wretchedly deplore the present state; And beats the pulse of every wealthful heari. (ation, And that advice seems best, which comes too lato