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That drew our swords, now wrests them from our hands,
ST. PIERRE. It is
But thou, O hope ! with eyes so fair,-?
What was thy delighted measure?
Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail; Still would her touch the strain prolong,
And, from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She called on Echo still through all her song.
And where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close; And Hope, enchanted, smiled, and waved her golden hair
Fight, gentlemen of England ! fight, bold yeomen!
FORCE OF UTTERANCE, —WHISPERING.
No ripple on the lake;
The deer hath sought the brake ;
The springing trout lies still;
Benledi's distant hill.
Or wave their flags abroad :
That shadowed o'er their road :
Still were the pipe and drum;
Their sullen march was dumb.
MODERATE AND CONVERSATIONAL FORCE. As there is an external call and an internal, (the former universal, but often ineffectual; the latter personal, but always efficient,) so there is an outward revelation of Christ, and an internal, of which the understanding and the heart are the seat. Hence it is, with the utmost propriety, said to be a revelation “in us.” The minds of men, until they are renewed, resemble an apartment shut up and enclosed with something which is not transparent; the light shines around with much splendour, but the apartment remains dark, in consequence of its entrance being obstructed. Unbelief, inattention, love of the world and of sin, hardness of heart, form the obstructions in question. Let these be removed, and the discoveries of the word penetrate and diffuse a light and conviction through the soul: “The light shineth in darkness, and the darkness comprehended it not.” Thus it was with St. Paul before his conversion: his prejudices against the gospel were inveterate; his animosity violent and active; but no
sooner was Christ revealed in him, than all was changed.—R. Hall.
DECLAMATORY FORCE. I speak in the spirit of the British law, which makes liberty commensurate with, and inseparable from, British soil; which proclaims even to the stranger and sojourner, the moment he sets foot upon British earth, that the ground on which he treads is holy, and consecrated by the genius of Universal Emancipation. No matter in what language his doom may have been pronounced—no matter what complexion incompatible with freedom, an Indian or an African sun may have burned upon him-no matter in what disastrous battle his liberty may have been cloven down—no matter with what solemnities he may have been devoted upon the altar of slavery; the first moment he touches the sacred soil of Britain, the altar and the god sink together in the dust; his soul walks abroad in her own majesty; his body swells beyond the measure of his chains, that burst from around him, and he stands redeemed, regenerated, and disenthralled, by the irresistible genius of Universal Emancipation.— Curran.
FORCE OF EMOTION.
That which CÆSAR's soul possess’d,
Glory! animates my breast.
Before the gates there sat
The other shape,
MODERATE. If the relation of sleep to night, and in some instances its converse be real, we cannot reflect without amazement upon the extent to which it carries us. Day and night are things close to us: the change applies immediately to our sensations ; of all the phenomena of nature it is the most obvious, and the most familiar to our experience; but in its cause, it belongs to the great motions which are passing in the heavens; while the earth glides around her axle, she ministers to the alternate necessities of the animals dwelling upon her surface, at the same time that she obeys the influences of those attractions which regulate the order of many thousand worlds. The relation, therefore, of sleep to-night, is the relation of the inhabitants of the earth, to the rotation of their globe, probably it is more; it is a relation to the system of which the globe is a part; and, still further, to the congregation of systems, of which their’s is only one. If this account be true, it connects the meanest individual with the universe itself; a chicken, roosting upon its perch with the spheres revolving in the firmament.
But, oh! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone!
Her bow across her shoulder flung,
Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung :
The oak-crown'd Sisters, and their chaste-eyed Queen, Satyrs, and Sylvan Boys were seen,
Peeping from forth their alleys green. Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear,
And Sport leap'd up and seiz'd his beechen spear.
QUICK. One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall door, and the charger stood near, So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! “She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur, They'll have fleet steeds that follow !" quoth young. Lochinvar. There was mounting ʼmong Græmes of the Netherby clan; Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they rau ; There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lea, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see ! So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young