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By sweet experience know, are too fond of showing out in our families; That marriage, rightly understood, and, in this way, our expenses far exceed our

Gives to the tender, and the good, incomes. Our daughters-must be dressed off in their silks and crapes, instead of their

A paradise below. insey-Woolsey. Our young folks--are too Our babes, shall richest comfort bring; proud to be seen in a coarse dress, and their If tutor'd right, they'll prove a spring extravagance is bringing ruin on our families. Whence pleasures ever rise : When you can induce your sons to prefer We'll form their minds, with studious care; young women, for their real worth, rather

To all that's manly, good, and fair, than for their show; when you can get them lo choose a wife, who can make a good loaf

And train them for the skies. of bread, and a good pound of butter, in pref- While they our wisest hours engage, erence to a girl, who does nothing but dance They'll joy our youth, support our agt, about in her silks, and her laces; then, gen- And crown our hoary hairs : tiemen, you may expect to see a change for

They'll grow in virtue ev'ry day, the better. We must get back to the good old simplicity of former times, if we expect to see

And thus, our fondest loves repay, more prosperous days. The time was, even

And recompense our cares. since memory, when a simple note was good No borrow'd joys! they're all our owI, for any amount of money, but now bonds and While, to the world, we live unknown, mortgages are thought almost no security;

Or, by the world forgot; and this owing to the want of confidence. And what has caused this want of confi

Monarchs! we envy not your state; dence? Why, it is occasioned by the extrav

We look with pity-on the great, agant manner of living; by your families go- And bless our humbler lot. ing in debt beyond your ability to pay. Our portion is not large, indeed! amine this matter, gentlemen, and you will But then, how little do we need! find this to be the real cause. Teach your

For nature's calls are few : sons to be too proud to ride a hackney, which their father cannot pay for. Let them be

In this, the art of living lies, above being seen sporting in a gig, or a car

To want no more, that may suffice, riage, which their father is in debt for. Let And make that little do. them have this sort of independent pride, and

We'll therefore relish, with content, I venture to say, that you will soon perceive

Whale'er kind Providence has sent, a reformation. But, until the change commences in this way in our families; until we

Nor aim beyond our pow'r ; begin the work ourselves, it is in vain to ex

For if our stock be very small, pect better times.

Tis prudence to enjoy it all, Now, gentlemen, if you think as I do on Nor lose the present hour. this subject, there is a way of showing that

To be resign'd, when, ills betide, you do think so, and but one way; when you return to your homes, have independence

Patient, when favors are denied, enough to put these principles in practice; And pleas'd, with favors giv'o: and I am sure you will not be disappointed. Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's pari; 680. THE FIRE-SIDE.

This is that incense of the heart, Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd,

Whose fragrance-smells to heav'n.
The vain, the wealthy, and the proud,

We'll ask no long protracted treat,
In folly's maze advance;

Since winter-life is seldorn sweet;
Tho'singularity, and pride,

But, when our feast is o'er,
Be call'd our choice, we'll step aside,

Grateful from table we'll arise,
Nor join the giddy dance.

Nor grudge our sons, with envious eyes From the gay world, w'ell oft retire,

The relics of our store. •
To our own family and fire,

Thus, hand in hand, thro' life we'll go;
Where love our hours employs;

Its checker'd paths of joy and wo,
No noisy neighbor-enters here,

With cautious steps, we'll tread;
No intermeddling stranger-near

Quit its vain scenes, without a tea ,
To spoil our heart-felt joys.

Without a trouble, or a fear,
If solid happiness-we prize,

And mingle with the dead. Within our breast this jewel lies,

While conscience, like a faithful friend, And they are fools, who roam :

Shall, thro' the gloomy vale atiend,
The world has nothing to bestow;

And cheer our dying breath;
From our own selves-our joys must flow, Shall, when all other comforts cease,
And that dear hut, our home.

Like a kind angel, whisper---peace, or rest, was Noah's dove bereft,

And smooth the bed of death.-Colon. When, with impatient wing she left

Ye glineling towns, with wealth and sp.enda? That safe retreat, the ark;

crown'd; Giving her vain excursion o'er,

Ye fields, where summer spreads profusion round The disappointed bird, once more

Ye lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale ; Explor'd the sacred bark.

Ye bending swains, that dress the flowery vale: Tho' fools-spurn Hymen's gentle pow'rs, For me your tributary stores combine: We, who improre his golden hours,

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine.

681. THE NATURE OF ELOQUENCE. Shall smile-upon its keenest pains, When public bodies are to be addressed, on

And scorn redress." momentous occasions, when great interests

I said to Death's uplifted dart, are at stake, and strong passions excited, nothing is valuable in speech, farther than it

" Aim sure! oh, why delay ! is connected with high intellectual and mor

Thou wilt not find a fearful heart, al endowments. Clearness, force, and earn- A weak, reluctant prey; estness, are the qualities which produce con- For still—the spirit, firin, and free, viction. True eloquence, indeed, does not Triumphant-in the last dismay, consist in speech. It cannot be brought from

Wrapt-in its own eternity, far. Labor and learning may toil for it, but they will toil in vain.

Shall, smiling, pass away." Words and phrases may be marshaled in 683. PASSAGE OF THE REI SEA. every way, but they cannot compass it. It "Mid the light spray, their snorting camels stood, must exist in the man, in the subject, and in Nor bath'd a fetlock, in the nauseous flood : the occasion. Affected passion, intense ex. He comes-their leader comes ! the man of God pression, the pomp of declamation, all may O'er the wide waters, lifts his mighty rod, aspire after it, but cannot reach it. It comes, if it come at all, like the outbreaking of a And onward treads. The circling waves retreat fountain from the earth, or the bursting forth In hoarse, deep murmurs, from his holy feet; of volcanic fires, with spontaneous, original, And the chas'd surges, inly roaring, show native force.

The hard wet sand, and coral hills below. The graces taught in the schools, the costly With limbs, that falter, and with hearts, that swell ornaments and studied contrivances of speech, shock and disgust men, when their own lives, Down, down they pass—a steep, and slippery do L. and the fate of their wives, their children, and Around them rise, in pristine chaos hurld, their country, hang on the decision of the The ancient rocks, the secrets of the world; hour. Then, words have lost their power, And flowers, that blush beneath the ocean green, rhetoric is vain, and all elaborate oratory, and caves, the sea-calves' low-roofd haunts, are ce ntemptible. Even genius itself then feels repuked, and subdued, as in the presence of Down,safelydown the narrow pass they tread;(seen higher qualities.

The beetling waters-storm above their head; Then, patriotism is eloquent; then, self-While far behind, retires the sinking day, devotion is eloquent. The clear conception, and fades on Edom's hills, its latest ray. out-running the deductions of logic, the high Yet not from Israel-fled the friendly light, purpose, of firm resolve, the dauntless spirit, or dark to them, or cheerless came the night; speaking on the tongue, bearning from the eye, informing every feature, and urging the Still, in their van, along that dreadful road, (God. whole man onward, right onward to his ob- Blaz’d broad and fierce, the brandishi’d torch of ject,--this-is eloquence.-Webster. Its meteor glare-a tenfold lustre gave,

On the long mirror of the rosy wave : 682. THE COUL'S DEFIANCE.

While its blest beams-a sunlike heat supply, I said-10 Sorrow's awful storm,

Warm every cheek, and dance in every eye. That beat against my breast,

To them alone-for Misraim's wizard train Rage on! thou may'st destroy this form,

Invoke, for light, their monster-gods in vain : And lay it low-at rest;

Clouds heap'd on clouds, their struggling sight con But still-the spirit that now brooks

And tensold darkness broods above their line. [fino, Thy tempest, raging high,

Yet on they press, by reckless vengeance led, Undaunted, on ils fury looks

And range, unconscious, through the ocean's bed. With steadfast eye."

Till midway now—that strange, and fiery form, I said--10 Penury's meagre train,

Show'd his dread visage, lightning through the “Come on! your threats I brave;

storm; My last, poor fife-drop-you may drain, With withering splendor, blasted all their might, And crush ine-to the grave;

And brake their chariot-wheels, and marred their Yer still, the spirit, that endures,

coursers' flight. Shall mark your force-the while, “Fly, Misraim, fly!" The ravenous floods they see, And meet each cold, cold grasp of yours, And, fiercer than the floods, the Deity. With bitter smile."

“Fly, Misraim, fly!" From Edom's coral strand, I said-10 cold Neglect, and Scorn,

Again the prophet stretch'd his dreadful wand: “Pass on! I heed you not;

With one wild crash, the thundering waters sweep, Ye may pursue me, till my form,

And all—is waves-a dark, and lonely deep :And being-are forgot ;

Yet, o'er these lonely waves, such murmurs pas, Yel, suill--the spirit, which you see

As mortal wailing swell’d the nightly blast: Undaumed by your wiles,

And strange, and sad, the whispering breezes bore Draws from its own nobility

The groans of Egypt—to Arabia's shore.--Ilebar. Its high-born smiles.” said--10 Friendship's menaced blow,

She never told her love, "Strike deep! my heart shall bear; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, T301 canst but add-one bitter wo

Feed on her damask cheek: she piu'd in thought T) those-already there;

And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
Fel auli—the spirit, that sustains

She sat like patience on a monument,
Tuis last-scvere distress,

Smiling at grief.


684. GREBK LITERATURE. It is impos-, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up aible to contemplate the annals of Greek lit- Thine individual being, shalt thou go, erature, and art, without being struck with To mix forever with the elements, them, as by far the most extraordinary, and to be a brother-10 th’ insensible rock, brilliant phenomenon, in the history of the human mind. The very language, even in its And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain primitive simplicity, as it came down from the Turns with his share, and treads upon. rhapsodists, who celebrated the exploits of

The oakHercules, and Theseus, was as great a won- Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy rcc'd der, as any it records.

Yet not, to thy eternal resting place, All the other tongues, that civilized men bave spoken, are poor, and feeble, and bar. Shalt thou retire, alone-nor could'st thou wish barous, in comparison of it.

Its compass,

Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down and flexibility, its riches, and its powers, are With patriarchs of the infant world, with kings altogether unlimited. It not only expresses, The powerful of the earth, the wise, the good, with precision, all that is thought, or known, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, at any given period, but it enlarges itself na- All-in one-mighty sepulchre. turally,

with the progress of science, and aftords, as if without an effort, a new phrase, or

The hills, a systematic nomenclature, whenever one is Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun ; the vales, called for.

Stretching in pensive quietness between; It is equally adapted to every variety of The venerable woods; rivers, that move style, and subject, to the most shadowy sub- In majesty, and the complaining brooks [alh tlety of distinction, and the utmost exactness That make the meadows green; and, poured round of definition, as well as to the energy, and the pathos of popular eloquence, to the majesty,

Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, the elevation, the variety of the Epic, and the Are but the solemn decorations all-boldest license of the Dithyrambic, no less of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, than to the sweetness of the Elegy, the sim- The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, plicity of the Pastoral, or the heedless gayety, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, and delicate characterization of Comedy.

Through the still lapse of ages. Above all, what is an unspeakable charm, a sort of naivete is peculiar to it, and appears

All that tread in all those various styles, and is quite as be- The globe, are but a handfull, 10 the tribes, coming, and agreeable, in an historian, or a That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings philosopher, Xenophon for instance, as in the Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, light and jocund numbers of Anacreon.

Or, lose thyself in the continuous woods, Indeed, were there no other object, in learn- Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, ing Greek, but to see-to what perfection lan- Save its own dashings-yet-the dead are thero ; guage is capable of being carried, not only as a medium of communication, but as an instru- And millions in those solitudes, since first ment of thought, we see not why the time of the flight of years began, have laid them down a young man would not be just as well be- In their last sleep: the dead-reign there—alone. stowed, in acquiring a knowledge of it, for all the purposes, at least of a liberal, or element- So shalt thou rest; and what, if thou shalt fall, ary education, as in learning algebra, another Unnoticed by the living; and no friendspecimen of a language, or arrangement of Take note of thy departure? All that breathe signs perfect in its kind.-Legare.

Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh, 685. OUR EXIT: THANATOPSIS.

When thou art gone; the solemn brood of care To him, who, in the love of nature, holds Plod on; and each one, as before, will chase Cominunion with her visible forms, she speaks His favorite phantom; yet, all these shall leave A various language; for his gayer hours, Their mirth, and their enjoyments, and shall come, She has a voice of gladness, and a smile, And make their bed with thee. As the long train And eloquence of beauty, and she glides

Of ages glide away, the sons of men, Into his dark musings, with a mild,

The youth, in life's green spring, and he, who goes And gentle sympathy, that steals away

In the full strength of years, matron, and maid, Their sharpness, ere he is aware.

The bowed with age, the infant, in the siniles When thoughts

And beauty of its innocent age, cut off, — Of the last bitter hour, come like a blight Shall, one by one, be gathered to thy side, Over thy spirit, and sad images

By those, who, in their turn, shall follow them. Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,

So live, that when thy summons comes, lo join And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,

The innumerable caravan, that moves Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;

To the pale realms of skade, where each shall iako Go for :h into the open sky, and list

His chamber, in the silent halls of death, To na:e:e's teaching, while, from all around,

Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, (ed. Comes a still voice

Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained, and sooth“Yet a few days, and thee, By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, The al.-beholding sun shall see no more,

Like one, who wraps the drapery of his couch In all his course; nor yet, in the cold ground,

About him, and lies down-10 pleasan oltams.” Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,

It is jealousy's-poculiar nature, Nor 'n the embrace of ocean, shall exist

To swell small thing--to great; nay, out of bought Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim

To conjure much, and then, lose its reagonToy growth, to be resolved to earth again;

Amic the hideous phantoms-it has formada

686. BENEFITS OF AGRICULTURE. Agriculture—is the greatest among the arts; for it is first in supplying our necessities. It is the mother, and nurse-ot all other arts. It favors and strengthens population; it creates ard maintains manufactures; gives employment to navigation, and materials to commerce. It animates every species of industry, and opens-to nations the surest channels of opulence. It is also the strongest bond of well regulated society, the surest basis of internal peace, the natural association of good morals.

We ought to count, among the benefits of &griculture, the charm, which the practice of it communicates to a country life. That charm, which has made the country, in our view, the retreat of the hero, the asylum of the sage, and the temple of the historic muse. The strong desire, the longing after the country, with which we find the bulk of mankind to be penetrated, points to it as the chosen abode of sublunary bliss. The sweet occupations of culture, with her varied products and attendant enjoyments, are, at least, a relief from the stifling atmosphere of the city, the monotony of subdivided employments, the anxious uncertainty of commerce, the vexations of ambition so often disappointed, of self-love so often mortified, of factitious pleasures, and unsubstantial vanities.

Health, the first and best of all the blessings of life, is preserved and fortified by the practice of agriculture. That state of well-being, which we feel and cannot define; that selfsatisfied disposition, which depends, perhaps, on the perfect equilibrium, and easy play of vital forces, turns the slightest acts to pleasure, and makes every exertion of our faculties a source of enjoyment; this inestimable state of our bodily functions is most vigorous in the country, and if lost elsewhere, it is in the country we expect to recover it.

The very theater of agricultural avocations, gives them a value that is peculiar; for who can contemplate without emotion, the magnif. icent spectacle of nature.when, arrayed in vernal hues, she renews the scenery of the world! All things revive her powerful voice the meadow resumes its freshness and verdure; a living sap circulates through every budding tree; flowers spring up to meet the warm caresses of Zepbyr. and from their opening pet. als pour forth rich perfume. The songsters of the forest once more awake, and in tones of melody, again salute the coming dawn; and again they deliver to the evening echo-their strains of tenderness and love.

Can manrational, sensitive man—can ke remain un. moved by the surrounding presence! and where else, than in the country, can he behold, where else can he feel--this jubilee of nature, this universal joy!- MacNerer. Let me lead you from this place of sorrow, To one where young delights attend; and joye, Yet new, unborn, and blooming in the bud, Which want to be full-blown at your approach, And spread like roses, to the morning sun; Where ev'ry hour shall roll in circling joys, And love shall wing the tedious-wasting day. Life without love, is load; and time stands still; What we refuse to him, to death we give; An' then, then only, when we love we live.

687. THE AMERICAN FLAG. When Freedom-from her mountain neighi.

Unfurl'd her standard-to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,

And set the stars of glory-there.
She mingled, with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric-of the skies,
And striped its pure-celestial white,
With streakings of the morning light ;
Then, from his mansion-in the sun
She called her eagle-bearer-down,
And gave-into his mighty hand,
The symbol of her chosen land.
Majestic monarch-of the cloud,

Who rear'st aloft-thy regal form,
To hear the tempest-trumpings loud,
And see the lightning lances driven,

When strive-the warriors of the storm,
And rolls—the thunder-drum of heaven,
Child of the sun! to thee 'țis given,

To guard the banner of the free,
To hover-in the sulphur smoke,
To ward away the ballle-stroke,
And bid its blendinga-shine, afar,
Like rainbows-on the cloud of war,

The harbingers--of victory!
Flag of the brave: thy folds shall fly,
The sign of hope-and triumph high,
When speaks the signal trumpet tone,
And the long line-comes gleaming on.
Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Has dimm'd the glistening bayonet,
Each soldier eye-shall brightly turn
To where thy meteor glories burn;
And, as his springing steps advance,
Catch war, and vengeance-from the glanco
And when the cannon-mouthings loud,
Heave, in wild wreaths, the battle-shroud,
And gory sabres rise, and fall,
Like shoots of flame-on midnight's pall;
There shall thy victor glances glow,

And cowering foes-shall fall beneath
Each gallant arm, that strikes below-

That lovely messenger of death.
Flag of the seas! on ocean's wave,
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave:
When death, careering on the gale,
Sweepe darkly-round the bellied sail,
And frighted waves-rush wildly back-
Before the broadside's reeling rack,
Each dying wanderer of the sea,
Shall look, at once, to headen—and thse,
And smile-to see thy splendors fly,
In triumph-o'er his closing eye.
Flag of the free heart's only home!

By angel hands-lo valor given;
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,

And all thy hues--were born in heaven. Forever float--that standard sheet!

Where breathes the foe--but falls before 00. With Freedom's soil--beneath our feet,

And Freedom's banner-streaming o'er is!
His being was in her alone,
And he not being, she was none.
They joy'd one joy, one griet they griov d,
(ne love they lov'd, one lire they liv'd

ing cry,

688. TRIBUTE :: 0 WASHINGTON. Hard, , Bowl-sang to bowl,-stel-clanged to steel, and rose a dealen hard indeed, was the contest for freedom, and the struggle for independence. The golden That made the torches flare around, and shook the flags on higti: sun of liberty—had nearly set, in the gloom Ho! cravem, do ye fear him ?-Slaves, traitors! have ye flown? of an eternal night, ere its radiant beams il-Ho! cowards, have ye left me to meet him here aloue ! lumined our western horizon. Had not the But I defy him :-- let him come!" Down rang the masy cup, tutelar saint of Columbia-hovered around while, from its sheath, the ready blade came tlashing half-way sp; the American camp, and presided over her and, with the black, and beavy plumes-scarce trembling en bis destinies, freedom must have met with an

head, antimely grave. Never,can we suficiently ad- Therein bis dark, carved, oaken chair, Old Rudiger sat, doet mire the wisdom of those statesmen, and the

690. QUEEN MAB. skill, and bravery, of those unconquerable ve- O then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you terans, who, by their unwearied exertions in She is the fairy's midwise, and she comes the cabinet, and in the field, achieved for us In shape, no bigger than an agate-stone, the glorious revolution. Never, can we duly on the forefinger of an alderman; appreciate the merits of a Washington; who, with buta handfullofundisciplined yeomanry, Drawn with a team of little atomies, triumphed over a royal arny, and prostrated | Athwart men's noses, as they lie asleep: the lion of England at the feet of the Ameri- Her wagon spokes--made of long spinner's legs can eagle. His name.-so terrible to his foes, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers; so welcome to his friends,--shall live forever The traces of the smallest spiders web; upon the brightest page of the historian, and The collars of the moonshine's watery beams ; be remembered, with the warmest emotions of gratitude, and pleasure, by those, whom Her whip-of cricker's bone; her lash-of film; he had contributed to make happy, and by Her wagoner-a small gray-coated gnat, all mankind, when kings, and princes, and Not half so big—as a round-little worm, nobles, for ages, shall have sunk into their Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; merited oblivion. Unlike them, he needs not Her chario—is an empty hazel-nut, the assistance of the sculptor, or the architect, Made by the joiner-squirrel, or old grub, to perpetuate his memory: he needs no

Time out of mind, the fairies' coach-makere. princely dome, no monumental pile, no stately pyramid, whose towering height shall And in this state she gallops, night by night, pierce the stormy clouds, and rear its lofty Thro' lovers' brains, and then they dream of love head to heaven, to tell posterity his fame. On courtiers' knees, that dream on curtsies strait : His deeds, his worthy deeds, alone have ren- O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: dered him immortal? When oblivion shall D'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream have swept away thrones, kingdoms, and sometimes, she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, principalities--when human greatness, and grandeur, and glory, shall have mouldered in. And then, dreams he of smeliing out a suit: to dust,--eternity itself shall catch the glow. And sometimes comes she, with a tithe-pig's ta::, ing theme, and dwell with increasing rapture Tickling the person, as he lies asleep; on his name!--Gen. Harrison.

Then dreams he-of another benefice. 689. THE BARON'S LAST BANQUET. Sometimes, she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, Us a low couch--the setting sun-had thrown its latest ray, And then he dreams of cutting foreign throats, Where, in his last-strong agony-a dying warrior lay,

Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, The stem-old Baron Ruaiger, whose frame-had De'er been bent

Of healths five fathoms deep; and then anon Es wading pain, till time, and toil-its iron strength had spent. "They come around me here, and say my days of life are o'er,

Drums in his ears, at which he starts, and wakus; 11 at I shall mount my nehle steed, and lead my band no more ;

And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, 1:ey come, and to my beard-they dare to tell me now, that I, And sleeps again.-Shakspeare, Their own liege brd, and master born,--that 1, ha! ha! must die.

YOUTH AND AGE. When the summer day And what is death? I've dared him oft before the Paynim spear, of youth--is slowly wasting away into the I'ie met hin, faced him, scoru'd him, when the fight was raging nightfall of age, and the shadows of past years hot,

grow deeper and deeper, as life wears to its 17!!ry his might—I'll brave his power: defy, and fear him not.

close, it is pleasant to look back, through the

vista of time, upon the sorrows and felicities Hound the tocsin from my tower, and fire the culverin,

of our earlier years. If we have a home to Batrach retainer-arm with speed, -call every vassal in, Cp with my banner on the wall,-the banquet board prepare,

shelter, and hearts to rejoice with us, and Tbmw wide the portal of my hall, and bring my armor there !"

friends have been gathered together around Alt hundred hands were busy then,--the banquet forth was spread, wayfaring will have been worn and smoothed

our firesides, then, the rough places of our Ani rung-the heavy makeu foor, with many a martial tread; Wule from the rich, lark tracery-along the vaulted wall,

away, in the twilight of life, while the sunny Ligtits-sleamed on larness, plume and spear, o'er the proud old spots we have passed through, will grow

brighter and more beautiful. Happy, indeed, Fast hurrying through the outer gale—the mailed retainers pour'd, are they, whose interference with the world Ou thro' the portal's frowning arch, and throng'd around the board. has not changed the tone of their holier feelWhile, at its head, within his dark, carved oaken chair of state, ings, or broken those musical chords of the Armed cap-a-pie, steru Rudiger, with girded falchina, mate. heart, whose vibrations are so melodious, so Fill every breaker up, my men, pour forth the cheering wive,

tender and touching, in the evening of age. There's life, and strength-in every drop,--thanksgiving to the vine! When Learning's triumph o'er her barbarous foee Are ye all there, m" vassals true?-mine eyes are waxing dim;

First reard the stage, immortal Shakspeare rose. Fill rcanul, my tried and tearles ones, each goblet to the brim.

Each change of many-color'd life he drew; fe're there, but yet I see ye not. Draw forth each trusty sword,

Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new: And let me hear your faithful steel clash, once around my board : I hear it fainity-Louder yet! - What clogs my heavy breath ?

Existence-saw him spurn her bounded regn; va'l,- and shout for Rudiger, Dehance unto Death

And panting Time-loil'd after him in vain. BRONSON 19

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