Through all her works-He must delight in virtue; [Laying his hand on his sword. Thus I am doubly arm'd. My death and life, Addison. XIII.-SATAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN. O THOU, that with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the God Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in heaven 'gainst heaven's matchless King; Ah, wherefore? he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none, nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompence, and pay him thanks, How due! yet all his good proved ill in me, And wrought but malice: lifted up so high, I 'dained subjection, and thought one step higher Would set me highest, and in a moment quit Then happy: no unbounded hope had raised Be then his love accursed, since love or hate, Nay, cursed be thou: since against His thy will The lower still I fall, only supreme In misery; such joy ambition finds. By act of grace my former state; how soon For never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep; Milton. XIV.-VENI CREATOR. CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit every pious mind; Come, pour thy joys on human kind; From sin and sorrow set us free, O Source of uncreated light, Plenteous of grace descend from high, Rich in thy sevenfold energy! Thou strength of His Almighty hand. Whose power does heaven and earth command. Who dost the gift of tongues dispense, Refine and purge our earthly parts; Chase from our minds the infernal foe, Immortal honour, endless fame, Who for lost man's redemption died. Eternal Paraclete, to thee!-Dryden. CHAPTER IV. ANCIENT ORATORY. CTESIPHON having proposed that the Athenians should decree a golden crown to Demosthenes in recompence of his public services, the orator Eschines who hated the latter, by whom he had been accused of taking bribes from Philip of Macedon, commenced a suit against Ctesiphon. Demosthenes defended his friend in the following oration, so well known as the Speech de Coronâ :— I.-ORATION OF DEMOSTHENES. In the first place, ye men of Athens, I make my prayer to all the powers of Heaven, that such affections as I have ever invariably discovered to this state, and all its citizens, you now may entertain for me, upon this present trial. And (what concerns you nearly, what essentially concerns your religion and your honour)-that the Gods may so dispose your minds, as to permit me to proceed in my defence, not as directed by my adversary (that would be severe indeed), but by the laws, and by your oath; in which, to all the other equitable clauses, we find this expressly added each party shall have equal audience.' This imports not merely that you shall not prejudge, not merely that the same impartiality shall be shown to both, but still further, that the contending parties shall each be left at full liberty to arrange and to conduct his pleading, as his choice or judgment may determine. In many instances hath Eschines the entire advantage in this cause. Two there are of more special moment. First, as to our interest in the contest, we are on terms utterly unequal; for they are by no means points of equal import, for me to be deprived of your affections, and for him to be defeated in his prosecution. As to me-but, |