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732. POLITICAL CORRUPTION. We are Without it, human affairs would become a apt to treat the idea of our own corruptibili. mere stagnant pool. By means (his peto ty, as utterly visionary, and to ask, with a ronage, the president addresses himself in grave affectation of dignity--what do you the most irresistible manner, to this the rKm think a member of congress can be corryp- blest and strongest of our passions. All that ted? Sir, I speak, what I have long and de- the imagination can desire--honor, power, liberately considered, when I say, that since wealth, ease, are held out as the temptation. man was created, there never has been a po- Man was not made to resist such temptation. litical body on the face of the earth, that it is impossible to conceive,--Satan himæli would not be corrupted under the same cir- could not devise, a system, which would more cumstances. Corruption steals upon us, in a infallibly introduce corruption and death into thousand insidious forms, when we are least our political Eden. Sir, the angels fell frors, aware of its approaches.
heaven with less temptation.—McDuffie Of all the forms, in which it can present itself, the bribery of office is the most dan It must be so-Plato, thou reasonest well!
733. CATO's SOLILOQUY ON IMMORTALITY. gerous, because it assumes the guise of patriotism—to accomplish its fatal sorcery. We Else, whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, are often asked, where is the evidence of cor- This longing—after immortality! ruption? Have you seen it? Sir, do you Or, whence this secret dread, and inward horci, expect to see it? You might, as well, expect Of falling-into nought? Why-shrinks the soulto see the embodied forms of pestilence, and Back on herself, and startles—at destruction ?famine-stalking before you, as to see the la- Tis the Divinity—that stirs within us: tent operations of this insidious
power. We may walk amidst it, and breathe its contagion,
'Tis Heaven itself. that points out--a hereafter, without being conscious of its presence.
And intimates-Eternity-to man. All experience teaches us—the irresistible Eternity !--thou pleasing-dreaful thought! power of temptation, when vice-assumes the Through what variety of untried being, (pass! form of virtue. The great enemy of man- Through what new scenes, and changes, must wə kind—could not have consummated his in. The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me fernal scheme, for the seduction of our first But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it.parents, but for the disguise, in which he presented himself. Had he appeared as the Here-will I hold. If there's a Power above us, devil, in his proper form: had the spear of (And that there is, all Nature cries aloudIthuriel - disclosed the raked deformity of Through all her works,) He must delight in virtue the fiend of hell, the inhabitants of paradise And that, which He delights in must be happy. would have shrunk with horror from his But when? or where? This world-was made presence.
for Cesar? But he came--as the insinuating serpent, and presented a beautiful apple, the most de? I'm weary of conjectures—this—must end them.licious fruit in all the garden. He told his
[ Laying his hand on his sword. glowing story to the unsuspectir:g victim of Thuo.I am doubly armed. My death-and lifs his guile. It can be no crime--to taste o, My bane--and antidce, are both before me. this delightful fruit. It will disclose to you This—in a moment, brings me to an end; the knowledge of good, and evil. It will But this informs me—I shall never die. raise you to an equality with the angels.".
Such, sir, was the process; and, in this The soul, secured in her existence, smiles simple, but impressive narrative, we have the At the drawn dagger, and defies its pointmost beautiful and philosophical illustration The stars-shall fade away, the sun himself of the frailty of man, and the power of temp- Grow dim with age, and nature siuk in years tation, that could possibly be exhibited. Mr. But thou shalt flourish-in immortal youth, Chairman, I have been forcibly struck, with Unhurt-amidst the war of elements, the similarity, between our present situation, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds. and that of Eve, after it was announced, that Satan was on the borders of paradise. We, IDLENESS -- is the badge of gentry, the too, have been warned, that the enemy is on bane of body and mind, the nurse of naugh. our borders.
tiness, the step-mother of discipline, the chief But God forbid that the similitude should be author of all mischief, one of the seven deadcarried any farther. Eve, conscious of her ly sins, the cushion upon which the devil innocence, sought temptation and defied it. chiefly reposes, and a great cause not only of The catastrophe is too fatally known to us melancholy, but of many other diseases: for all. She went, “with the blessings of heaven the inind is naturally active; and if it be not en her head, and its purity in her heart," occupied about some honest business, it rush. guarded by the ministry of angels-she re- es into mischief, or sinks into melancholy: turned covered with shame, under the heavy denunciation of heaven's everlasting curse. Sir, it is innocence--that temptation con
When, to the grave, we follow the renowned guers.. If our first parent, pure as she came
For valor, virtue, science, all we love, [hean from the hand of God, was overcome by the And all we praise ; for worth, whose noontide seductive power, let us not imitate her fatal Mends our ideas of ethereal pow'rs, rashmess, seeking temptation, when it is in Dream we, that lustre of the moral world our power to avoid it. Let us not vainly Goes out in stench, and rottenness the close ? confide in our own infallibility. We are lia- Why was he wise 10 know, and warm to praise ble to be corrupted. To an ambitious man, an honorable office will appear as beautifui And strenuous 10 transcribe, in human life, and fascinating--as the apple of paradise.
The mind almighty! could it be that far, I admit, sir, that ambition is a passion, at J16: when the lineaments began to shine, once the most powerful and the most useful. Should snatch the draught, and blet it out forever
GRAVE OF THE RENOWNED.
734. DUTIES OF AMERICAN CITIZENS. Let us contemplate, then, this connection, Fellow-citizens: let us not retire from this oc- which binds the posterity of others to our casion, without a deep and solemn conviction own; and let us manfully discharge all the of the duties, which have devolved upon us. duties it imposes. If we cherish the virtues, This lovely land, this glorious liberty, these and the principles of our fathers, Heaven will benign institutions, the dear purchase of our assist us to carry on the work of human libfathers, are ours; ours to enjoy, ours to pre-erty, and human happiness. Auspicious serve, ours to transmit. Generations past, omens cheer us. Great examples are before and generations to come, hold us responsible us. Our firmament now shines brightly upon for this sacred trust. Our fathers, from be our path. Washington is in the clear, upper hir.d-admonish us with their anxious, pater- sky.' Adams, Jefferson, and other stars have r.al voices; postery-calls out to us from the joined the American constellation; they cir. bosom of the future; the world turns hither cle round their center, and the heavens beam its solicitous eyes; all, all conjure us to act with new light. Beneath this illumination, wisely, and faithfully, in the relation which let us walk the course of life; and, at its close, we sustain.. We can never, indeed, pay the devoutly commend our beloved country, the Jebt which is upon us; but, by virtue, by mo- common parent of us all, to the divine bo rality, by religion, by the cultivation of every nignity:--Webster. good principle, and every good habit, we may bope to enjoy the blessing, through our day,
735. LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS. anú leave it, uninpaired, to our children. The breaking waves-dashed high
Let us feel deeply, how much of what we On a stern--and mock-bound coasi, are, and what we possess, we owe to this lib And the woods-against a stormy sky, erty, and to these institutions of government. 'Their giant branches-lossed; Nature has, indeed, given us a soil, which
And the heavy nighi--hung darkyields bounteously—to the hands of industry; The hills--and waters o'er, the mighty and fruitful ocean is before us, When a band or exiles-moored their bark and the skies, over our heads, shed health and On the wild-New England shore. vigor. But what are lands, and seas, and
Noi-as the conqueror-comes, skies—to civilized man, without society, with
They, the true-hearted, came, out knowledge, without morals, without reli Not with the roll-oi the surring drums, gious culture; and how can these be enjoyed,
And the trumper--that sings of fame. in all their extent, and all their excellence, but under the protection of wise institutions,
Not-as the flying come, and a free government? Fellow-citizens,
In silence--and in lear; there is not one of us here present, who does
They shook-the depth of the desert's glaca,
With their hymns of louiy checr. 004, at this moment, and at every moment, experiencu, in his own condition, and in the Amidst the storm-they sang, condition of those most near and dear to him,
And the stars-heard, and the sea; the influence, and the benefits of this lib
And the sounding aisles-of the dim woods reng erty, and these institutions. Let us then,
To the anthem-of the free. acknowledge the blessing; let us feel it deep The ocean-eagle--soared ly, and powerfully; let us cherish a strong From his nesi-by the white wave's foar, ailection for it, and resolve to maintain, and And the rocking pines-of the forest roared; perpetuate it. The blood of our fathers, let it This-was their welcome home. not have been shed in vain; the great hope There were men-with hoary hair, of posterity, let it not be blasted.
Amidst that pilgrim band, The striking attitude, too, in which we Why had they come-- to wither there, stand to the world around us.--cannot be al Away-irom their childhood's land? together omitted here. Neither individuals,
There was woman's-fearless eye, nor nations--can perform their part well, Lit-by her deep love's trutlı; until they understand, and feel its import There was manhood's brow, serenely nigh, ance, and comprehend, and justly appreciate, And the fiery leart-of youth. all the duties belonging to it. It is not to in
What---songht they-thus, afar? Hate national vanity, nor to swell a light and
Bright jewels-of the inine? empty feeling of self-importance; but it is,
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? that we may judge justly of our situation and
They sought-a faith's pare shrine! of our duties, that i earnestly urge this consideration of our position, and our character
Aye, call it holy ground. ainong the nations of the earth.
The soil-where first they trod! [found It cannot be denied, but by those who would
They have left, unstained--what there--they dispute against the sun, that with America,
Freedom—10 worship God:--Hemans. and in America, a new era commences in 'Twas Slander-filled her mouth with lying words, human affairs. This era is distinguished by Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin. 'The man free representative governments, by entire religious liberty, by improved systems of na.
In whom this spirit entered-was vndone. tional intercourse, by a newly awakened and His tongue-was set on fire of hell, his heart an unquenchable spirit of free inquiry, and Was black as death, his legs were faint with husto by a ditlusion of knowledge through the com- To propaga:e the lie-his soul had framed ; munity, such as has been before, altogether His pillow-was the peace of families in known, and unheard of. America, Ame Destroyed, the sigh of innocence reproached, rica, our country, fellow-citizens, our own dear and native land, is inseparably connect
Broken friendships, and the strife of brotherhoods ed, fast bound up, in fortune, and by fate, Yet did he spare his sleep, and hear the clock with these great interests. If they fall, we Number the midnight watches, on his bed, fall with them; if they stand, it will be be- Devising mischief more; and early rose, cause we have upholden them.
And made most hellish meals of good men's namos
736. THE PILGRIMS, AND THEIR DESTI- | boasted institutions? Interrogate the shades NY. Methinks I see it now,--that one, solita- of those who fell in the mighty contests, be ry, adventurous vessel, the Mayflower -of a tween Athens and Lacedæmon, betweei. forlorn hope, freighted-with the prospects Carthage and Rome, and between Rome and of a future state, and bound--across the un- the rest of the universe. But see our Wu. known sea. I behold it pursuing, with a liam Penn, with weaponless hands, sitting thousand misgivings, the uncertain, the tedi- down, peaceably, with his followers, in the ous voyage. Suns rise-and set, and weeks, midst of savage nations, whose only occupaand months-pass, and winter-surprises tion was shedding the blood of their fellow. them on the deep, but brings them not the men, disarming them by his justice, and teache sight-of the wished-for shore. I see them ing them, for the first time, to view a stranger now, scantily supplied with provisions, crowd, without distrust. See them bury their tomaed, almost to suffocation, in their ill-stored hawks, in his presence, so deep, that man shall prison, delayed by calms, pursuing a circuit- never be able to find them again. See thein Olis route, -and now, driven in fury, before under the shade of the thick groves of Que. the raging tempest, on the high and giddy quannock, extend the bright chain of friends waves. The awful voice of the storm-howls ship, and promise to preserve it, as long as through the rigging. The laboring masts-the sun, and moon shall endure. See him, seem straining from their base; the dismal then, with his coinpanions, establishing, bis sound of the pump-is heard—the ship leaps, commonwealth on the sole basis of religion, as it were, madly, from billow to billow; the morality, and universal love, and adopting, ocean breaks, and settles with engulphing as the fundamental maxims of his govern. floods-over the floating deck, and beats, ment, the rule handed down to us frorn with deadening weight, against the staggered HEAVEN, “Glory to God on high, and on vessel. I see them escaped from these perils, earth peace, and good will to all men.” pursuing their all but desperate undertaking, Here was a spectacle—for the potentates and landed, at last, after a five months' pas- of the earth to look upon, an example for sage, on the ice-clad rocks of Plymouth, - them to imitate. But the potentates the weak, and weary from the voyage,-poorly earth did not see; or, if they saw, they turned armed, scantily provisioned, depending on the away their eyes from the sight; they did not charity of their ship-master--for a draft of hear; or, if ihey heard, they shut their ears beer on board, drinking nothing but water on against the voice. shore,—without shelter, -without means, The character of William Penn alone, surrounded by hostile tribes. Shut, now, the sheds a never-fading lustre upon our history. volume of history, and tell me, on any prin- No other state in this Union can boast of such ciple of human probability, what shall be the an illustrious founder; none began then sofale of this handfull of adventurers? Tell me, cial career, under auspices so honorable to man of military science, in how many months humanity. Every trait of the life of thai were they all swept ofl--by the thirty savage great man, every fact, and anecdote, of those tribes, enumerated within the early limits of golden times, will furnish many an interestNew England? Tell me, politician, how ing subject for the fancy of the novelist, ard long did this shadow of a colony, on which the enthusiasm of the poet.-Duponceau. your conventions and treaties had not smiled, languish on the distant coast? Student of
738. WOLSEY'S SOLILOQUY ON AMBITION. history, compare for me—the baffled pro- Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! jects, the deserted settlements, the abandon- This-is the state of man: To-day, he puts forth ed adventures, of other times, and find the The tender leaves of hope ; 10-morrow, Blossoch parallel of this. Was it the winter's storm, And bears his blushing honors-thick upon him; beating upon the houseless heads of women and children ; was it hard labor and spare
The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; meals; was it disease,-was it the tomahawk; And, when he thinks, good, easy man, full surely was it the deep malady of a blighted hope, a His greatness is a ripening, nips his root ; rained enterprise, and a broken heart, aching And then he falis, as I do. in its last moments, at the recollection of the
I have ventur'd, loved and left, beyond the sea; was it some, Like little wanton boys, that swim on bladders, or all of these united, the horried this for. saken company to their melancholy fate? These many summers--in a sea of glory, Aod is it possible, that neither of these cau- But far beyond my depth; my high-blown pride bes, that not all combined, were able to blast. At length-broke under me; and now has left me this bud of hope? is it poseible, that from Weary, and old with service, to the mercy a beginning on feeble, so frail, so worthy, Of a rude stream, that must forever-hide me not so much of admiration as of pity, there Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hats you has gon: forth a progress so steady, a growtb I feel my heart now open'd. 80 wonderful, a reality so important, & prom.
0! bow wretched ise yet to be fulfilled, so gloriousl-Everett.
737. TRIBUTE TO WILLIAM PENR. Wil- | Is that poor man, that hange on princes' favors! liam Penn-stands the first, among the law. There are, hetwixt that smile-he would aspire to, givers, whose names, and deeds are recorded That sweet aspect of princes, and his ruin. in history. Shall we compare with him Lycur- More pangs and sents, than war ur women bive; gus, Solon, Romulus, those founders of mili- And when he falls, he falls, like Lucifer, tary commonwealths, who organized their Nerer-10 rise ngain.-Shakspeare. citizens in dreadful array—against the rest of their species ? taight them to consider
Meditation-heretheir fellow-men as barbarians, and them- May think down hours-10 moments; liere. the selves as alone worny to rule over the earth? May give a useful lesson--to the nead, (heari Whal benefit did inankind derive from their And learning, wiser grow-without his bonks
739. BASQUE GIRL, OR LOVE'S SACRIFICE. A nation-was to worship-i hai young heartTwas one of those sweet spots, which seem just Beat with its first wild passicn—that pure feeling, For lovers' meeting, or, for minstrel haunts :(mude Life only once may know. I will not dwell The maiden's blush-would look so beautiful, On hor affection's bark was launch'd, and Jost : By those white roses, and the poet's dream, Love, thou hast lopes, like summer's-sho:1, Would be so soothing, Jull'd by the low notes,
and bright The birds sing--to the leaves, whose soft reply- Moments of ecstasy, and maddening dreams, Is murmur'd by the wind : the grass beneath, Intense, delicious throbs! But happiness Is full of wild flowers, and the cypress boughs Is not for thee. If ever thou hast known Have twined o'erhead, graceful,and close as love. Quiet, yet deep enjoyment, 'tis, or ere The sun-is shining cheerfully, though scarce his Thy presence is confessed; bui, once reveal'l May pierce-through the dim shade, yet, still, (rays We bow us down-in passionate devotion, Home golden hues are glancing o'er the trees, Vow'd at thy altar; then the serpents wake, And the blue flood is gliding by, as bright, That coil around thy votaries-hopes that malu As hope's first smile. All, lingering, stayed to Tears-burning arrows-lingering jealousy Upon this Eden-of the painter's art, [gaze And last, worst poison, of thy cup-neglect. And looking on its loveliness, forgot
It matters little, how she was forgotten, The crowded world-around them! But a spell, or what she felt-a woman--can but weep. Stronger than the green landscape-fixed the She pray'd her lover, but to say--farewell, The spell-of woman's beauty! By a beech, [eye-- To meet her, by the river, where such huur: Whose long dark shadow--fell upon the stream, of happiness had passed, and said, she knew There stood a radiant girl! her chestnut hair
How much she was beneath him; but she pray'h, (One bright gold tint was on it)-loosely fell
That he would look upon her face-once more ! In large rich curls-upon a neck, whose snow He sought the spot,--upon the beechen tree And grace--were like the swan's; she wore the “Adieu Henri" was graven-and his heartOf her own village, and her small white feet[garb Felt cold--within him! He turned to the wave And slender ancles, delicate, as carved
And there--the beautiful peasant floated-Deau: From Indian ivory-were bare,-the turf (stood: Had seal'd—-“ Lore's--sacrifice !" Beemd scarce to feel their pressure. There she
740. HOME Her head-leant upon her arm, the beech's trunk There is a land, of every land the pride, Supporting her slight figure, and one hand,
Belov'd by heaven-o'er all the world besides Press'd to her heart, as if to still its throbs! Where brighter suns—dispense serener light You never might forget that face,-so young,
And milder moons emparadise the night; So fair, yet trac'd-with such deep characters
A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Of inward wretchedness! The eyes were dim
Time tutored age, and love exalted youth. With tears, on the dark lashes ; still, the lip
The wandering mariner, whose eyes explores Could not quite lose-its own accustom'd smile,
The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting short, Even by that pale cheek-it kept its arch,
Views not a realm--so beautiful and fair, And tender playfulness : you look'd, and said,
Nor breathes a spirit of a purer air; What can have shadow'd—such a sunny brow? In every clime-the magnet of his soul, There is so much of natural happiness,
Touch'd by remembrance, trembles to that polc ; In that bright countenance, it seems but formed, For in this land-of heaven's peculiar grace, For Spring's light sunbeams, or yet lighter dews. The heritage-of nature's noblest race, You turned away-then came-anı look'd again, There is a spot of earth--supremely blest, Watching the sale, and silent .oveliness,
A dearer, sweeter spot--than all the rest, Till even sleep-waa naunted by that image.
Where man, creation's tyrant, casts asido There was a sever'd chain upon the ground
His sword, and sceptre, pageantry, and pride ; Ab! love is een more fragile than its gifts !
Within his softened looks, benignly blend A tress of raven hair;-oh! only those,
The sire, the son, the husband, father, friend : Whose souls have felt this one idolatry,
Here, woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife, Can tell-how precious--is the slightest thing,
Strews, with fresh flowers, the narrow way of Affection gives, and hallows! A dead flower
In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, [life; Will long be kept, remembrancer of looks,
An angel guard of loves and graces lie; That made each leaf a treasure. The tree
Around her knees, domestic duties meet, Had two slight words-graven upon its stem
And fire-side pleasures gamble at her feet. The broken heart's last record--of its faith
Where shall that land, that spot of earth be foundi “ Adieu Henri!"
Art thou a man? a patriot ? look around; I learnt the hist'ry of the lovely picture :
Oh! thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, It was a peasant girl's, whose soul was given
That lond--thy country, and that spot-thy home! To one--as far above her, as the pine
He, w jo, malignant, tears an absent friend, Towers o'er the lovely violet; yet still
Or, wien attacked by others, don't defend : the lor'd, and was belov'd again,--ere yet
Who trivial bursts of laughter strives to raise, The many trammels of the world-were fung And counts of prating petulance the praise : Around a heart, whose first and latest pulse,
of things he never saw, who tells his tale, Throbb’d--but for beauty: him, the young, the And friendship's secrets knows not to concoud; brave,
This man is vile; here, Roman, fix your mark ; Cuivalrous prince, whose name, in after years, His soul is black,
741. MARIA DE TORQUEMADA TAKING TIE VAIL. I saw her, in mid air, fall liko u ser apk
* My oupin! you should have seen her, as she stood, From out the firmament. The rooks and daun 3. Idite vorlil-farewell. Her pretty hands,
That fled their roosts, in thousands, at the sight Like two enclasping lilies ; in her eyes,
Curtained her exit--from my palsied eye,
And dizzy brain. O! neder, will that scene To which her thoughts were wingu! I never saw
Part from my heart! whene'or I would be sad, So heavenly touch'd a sorrow !"
I think of it. There is a spot, a holy spot,
743. THE BEST OF WIVES. A refuge for the wearied mind;
A man had once a vicious wife-Where earth's wild visions-are forgot,
(A most uncommon thing in life); (ceagira And love, thy poison spell 's untwined.
His days and nighits-were spent in strife--uri There, learns the withered heart—10 prayThere, gently breaks earth's weary chain ; Sweet contradiction--still her song,
Her tongue went glibly-all day long,
[dote Nay, let me weer my life away
And all the poor man did—was wrong, ar.d ill. Let me do all,-but love again.
A truce without doors, or within,
From speeches-long as tradesmen spin,
Or rest from her eternal din, he found not.
He every soothing art displayed ;
Tried of what stuff her skin was made :
Failing in all, to Heaven he prayed--to take her. The agony, at length, is o'er;
Once, walking by a river's side, The bleeding breast-is turned to stone,
In mournful terms, "My dear," he cried, (them. Hope dies-and passion-yakes no more.
“No more let feuds our peace divide, -I'll end I ask not death,--1 wait thy will; I dare not-touch niy fleeting span:
“Weary A life, and quite resigned,
To drown-I have made up my mind, But let me, oh! not linger still,
So tie my hands as fast behind-as can be, The slave of misery and man!
6. Or nature-may assert her reign, Why sink my steps ! one struggle past, And all the rest-is quiet gloom;
My arms assist, my will restrain,
And swimming, I once more regain, my troulilco Eves-look your longest, and your last, Then, turn ye to your cell, and tomis.
With eager haste—ine dame complies,
While joy-stands glistening in her eyes; Tly swift, ye hours!-the convent grate,
Already, in her thoughts, he dies before her. To me is open Paradise : The keenest bitterness of fate,
“Yet, when I view the rolling tide, Can last, but till the victim-dies!
Nature revolts"--he said ; “beside,
I would not be a suicide, and die thus. 712. FALL OP Beauty, BY TEMPTATION.
“It would be better, far I think, Once on a lovely day, it was in spring
While close I stand-upon the brink,
You push me in,-nay, never shrink-but do k. The birds-sang sweet; the trees-put forth their To give the blow-- the more effect, leares,
Some twenty yards--she ran direct, (do. So pale, that in the sun, they looked like blos
And did--what she could least expect, she should Some children wandered, careless, on the hill,
He slips aside-himself to save, Selecting early powers. My heart rejoiced, So souse-she dashes, in the wave, (pleasure For all was glad around me. One sweet maid And gave, what ne'er she gave before-much Came tripping near, eyeing, with gladsome smile, " Dear husband, help! I sink !" she cried; Each little flower, that bloomed upon the hill : “ Thou best of wives_" the man replied, Nimbly she picked them,'minding me of the swan, “I would, but you my hands have tied.-ben That feeds upon the waste. I blest the girl,
ven help you." She was not naid. nor child ; but of that age,
The modern device of consulting indexes, 'Twixt both, when purity of frame, and soul, is to read books hebraically, and begin where Awaken dreams of beauty, drawn in heaven. others usually end. And this is a compenni. Deep in a little den, within the cliff,
ous way of coming to an acquaintance with A flow'ret caught her eye,--it was a primrose,
authors; for authors are to be used like lot Fair flaunting in the sun. With eager haste,
sters, you must look for the best meat in the Jlee!ess of risk, she clambered down the steep, dish.
tails, and lay the bodies back again in the
Your cunningest thieves (and what Pluci'd the wish'd flower, and sighed! for when else are readers, who only read to borrow, i. she saw
e. to steal; use to cut off the portmanteau The depth slie hid descended, then, she woke from behind, without staying to dive into the To sense of danger! All her flowers she dropped, pockets of the owner.
:-Swift. And tried to gain the height : but--tried in vain! | Desire, (when young) is easily suppressed; Thastened to her rescue ; but-alas:
But, cherished by the sun of warm encourage ? camo too late!--O God : she fell.
ment, Far, far down -on the rocks below,
Becomes too strong--and potent-for control; ller lovely for was found--at rest!
Nor yields—but to despair the worsi of passione