rising to the sight, and catching life and beauty from &still 12. The scene still enlarges, and the horizon seems All ap pears enchantment, and it is with difficulty we can 13. You look down on the whole of Sicily, as on a outwellutely boundless on every side, nor is there boundource line see any one PATRICK BRYDONE. (1743-1818.) RA'DI-ANCE, n., sparkling luster. WEND, v. i. and t., to go. VALLEY, n., a hollow between hills. |FA'VOR-ITE, a., regarded with favor. Do not say ware, wisper, &c., for where, whis'per, &c. Heed the aspirate. Man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?-JOB XIV. 10. "AND where is he?" Not by the side Of her whose wants he loved to tend; And she as fair, but where is he? No, no the radiance is not dim, Neglected must his garden be; His was the pomp, the crowded hall; His, riches, honors, pleasures, — all, Desire could frame; but where are they? Seemed proudly strong; and where is he? The church-yard bears an added stone; And Death displays his banner there! The life has gone; the breath has fled; And what has been, no more shall be; XXXVI. - THE RETORT. CRAFT, n., manual art. FAIN, ad., gladly. CON-CEIVE', v. t., to form in the mind. ONE day, a rich man, flushed with pride and wine, To crack a joke upon his secretary. "Young man," said he, "by what art, craft, or trade, 'A saddler, eh? and had you stuffed with Greek, At this each flatterer, as in duty bound, The joke applauded, and the laugh went round. At length, the secretary, bowing low, 16 Said (craving pardon, if too free he made), 'Sir, by your leave, I fain would know Your father's trade." 'My father's trade? Why, sir, but that's too bad! My father's trade? Why, blockhead, art thou mad? My father, sir, was never brought so low: He was a gentleman, I'd have you know!" "Indeed! excuse the liberty I take ; But, if your story's true, How happened it your father did not make Marco Bozzaris fell, in a night attack on the Turkish camp, at Laspi, August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. Pronounce the a in Boz-za'ris like a in far. AT midnight, in his guarded tent, When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, * * At midnight, in the forest shades, nation True, as the steel of their tried blades, Heroes in heart and hand. There had the Persian thousands stood, And now these breathed that haunted air An hour passed on-the Turk awoke; He woke to hear his sentry's shriek, "To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!" And death-shots falling thick and fast "Strike till the last armed foe expires; They fought, like brave men, long and well; His few surviving comrades saw His smile, when rang their proud “hurrah,” Then saw in death his eyelids close, Like flowers at set of sun. Bozzaris! with the storied brave, Greece nurtured in her glory's time, We tell thy doom without a sigh; HALLECK. ON RECONCILIATION WITH AMERICA. XXXVIII. RE-PEAL', v. t., to make void. RE-TRACT, v. t., to take back. AL-LAY', v. t., to repress; to check. RE-MOVAL, n., act of removing. COM-PLI-CA'TION, n., an entanglement. DES'POT-ISM, n., absolute power. In acts, sub'jects, &c., sound the t. Do not say civl for civil. she ought not 1. AMERICA can not be reconciled to be reconciled-till the troops of Britain are withdrawn. How can she trust you, with the bayonet at her breast? How can she suppose that you mean less than bondage or death? It is not repealing this or that act of Parliament, it is not repealing a piece of parchment,- that can restore America to our bosom. |