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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 hind-admonish us with their anxious, pater- sky. Adams, Jefferson, and other stars have nal voices; postery-calls out to us from the joined the American constellation; they cirbosom 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 debt which is upon us; but, by virtue, by mo- common parent of us all, to the divine berality, 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. and leave it, unimpaired, to our children. The breaking waves-dashed high

Let us feel deeply, how much of what we On a stern-and rock-bound coast, 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—tossed; Nature has, indeed, given us a soil, which

And the heavy night--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 of 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

Not-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-of the stirring drums, gious culture; and how can these be enjoyed,

And the trumpet--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 fear; there is not one of us here present, who does

They shook-the depth-of the desert's gloom, not, at this moment, and at every moment,

With their hymns of lofiy cheer. experience, 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 rang

To the anthem of the free. erty, and these institutions. Let us then, acknowledge the blessing; let us feel it deep- The ocean-eagle-soared ly, and powerfully; let us cherish a strong From his nest-by the white wave's foam, affection 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-10 wither there, stand to the world around us.--cannot be al- Away-from 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 truth; until they understand, and feel its import- There was manhood's brow, serenely high, ance, and comprehend, and justly appreciate, And the fiery heart of youth. all the duties belonging to it. It is not to inflate national vanity, nor to swell a light and

What-sought they-thus, afar?

Bright jewels of the mine? 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 pure shrine! of our duties, that I earnestly urge this consideration of our position, and our character

Aye, call it holy ground,

The soil-where first they trod! [found among the nations of the earth. It cannot be denied, but by those who would

They have left, unstained—what there--they

Freedom-10 worship God!--Hemans. dispute against the sun, that with America, 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 undone. 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 haste by a diffusion of knowledge through the com- To propagate the lie-his soul had framed; munity, such as has been before, altogether | His pillow-was the peace of families unknown, and unheard of America, Ame Destroyed, the sigh of innocence reproached, çica, 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 names

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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, bery, adventurous vessel, the Mayflower-of a tween Athens and Lacedæmon, between 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 Wilknown 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 fellowthem on the deep, but brings them not—the men, disarming them by his justice, and teachsight—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 them ors route,—and now, driven in fury, before under the shade of the thick groves of Quathe raging tempest, on the high and giddy quannock, extend the bright chain of friendwaves. 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 companions, establishing his 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 governfloods-over the floating deck, and beats, ment, the rule handed down to us from 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 they 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 their sofate 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 that were they all swept off-by the thirty savage great man, every fact, and anecdote, of those tribes, enumerat 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, and 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 ; to-morrow, blossoms, 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, á His greatness is a ripening, nips his root; ruined enterprise, and a broken heart, aching And then he falls, 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, or all of these united, that hurried this for- | Like little wanton boys, that swim on bladders, saken company to their melancholy fate? These many summers--in a sea of glory, And is it possible, that neither of these cau- But far beyond my depth; my high-blown pride this bud of hope? Is it possible, that from Weary, and old with service, to the mercy ses, that not all combined, were able to blast At length—broke under me; and now has left me, a beginning so feeble, soʻfrail, so worthy, Of a rude stream, that must forever-hide me. not so much of admiration as of pity, there has gone forth a progress so steady, a growth Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate you! so wonderful, a reality so important, a prom

I feel my heart now open'd. ise yet to be fulfilled, so glorious ?—Everett.

O! how wretched 737. TRIBUTE TO WILLIAM PENN.. Wil

Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors! liam Penn-stands the first, among the law- There are, betwixt that smile--be 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 fears, than war or women have; gus, Solon, Romulus, those founders of mili. And when he falls, he falls, like Lucifer, tary commonwealths, who organized their Never--to rise again.-Shakspeare. citizens in dreadful array-against the rest of their species ? taught them to consider

Meditation-heretheir fellow-men as barbarians, and them- May think down hours—to moments; here, the selves as alone worthy to rule over the earth? May give a useful lesson--to the head, [heart What benefit did mankind derive from their . And learning, wiser grow—without his books.


739. BASQUE GIRL, OR LOVE'S SACRIFICE. A nation-was to worship—that young heartTwas one of those sweet spots, which seem just Beat with its first wild passion-that pure feeling, For lovers' meeting, or, for minstrel haunts;[made Life only once may know. I will not dwell The maiden's blush-would look so beautiful, On how affection's bark was launch'd, and lost : By those white roses, and the poet's dream, Love, thou hast hopes, like summer's-short, Would be so soothing, lull'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

s! 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 reveald, May pierce-through the dim shade, yet, still,[rays We bow us down-in passionate devotion, Some 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 inake As hope's first smile. All, lingering, stayed 10 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 hours 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'd, (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 sınall white feet (garb Felt cold--within him! He turned to the wave, And slender ancles, delicate, as carved

And there--the beautiful peasant floated-Death From Indian ivory-were bare,—the turf (stood! Had seal’d—“Love's--sacrifice !Beem'd 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 beside ; 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 shores, 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 pole ; 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-and look'dagain, There is a spot of earth--supremely blest, Watching the pale, and silent loveliness,

A dearer, sweeter spot--than all the rest, Till even sleep-was haunted by that image.

Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside There was a sever'd chain upon the ground

His sword, and sceptre, pageantry, and pride ; Ah! love is e'en 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 ;

Around her knees, domestic duties meet,
That made each leaf a treasure. The tree
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 found? " 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 land--thy country, and that spot--thy home! To one--as far above her, as the pine-

He, who, malignant, tears an absent friend, Towers o'er the lovely violet ; yet still

Or, when attacked by others, don't defend; She lov'd, and was belov'd again,--ere yet

Who trivial bursts of laughter strives to raise, The many trammels of the world--were flung 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 conceal; brave,

This man is vile; here, Roman, fix your mark; Chivalrous prince, whose name, in after years, His soul is black,

741. MARIA DE TORQUEMADA TAKING THE VAIL. p I saw her, in mid air, fall like a seraph

“My lord ! you should have seen her, as she stood, From out the firmament. The rooks and daws, Bidding the world-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,
Two quivering crystal drops, --her cheek-a rose,
Yet of the whitest, turned upon the sky,

And dizzy brain. 0! never, will that scene To which her thoughts were wing'd! I never saw

Part from my heart! whene'er 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); [ceasing. And love, thy poison spell 's untwined.

His days—and nights--were spent in strife-unThere, learns the withered heart-to pray

Her tongue went glibly-all day long, There, gently breaks earth's weary chain; Sweet contradiction--still her song, [done. Nay, let me weep my life away

And all the poor man did--was wrong, and illLet me do all,-but love again.

A truce without doors, or within,
Oh! thou that judgest of the heart,

From speeches-long as tradesmen spin,
Look down upon this bosom bare ;

Or rest from her eternal din, he found not.
And all, all mercy as thou art,

He every soothing art displayed ;
Save from that wildest, worst despair.

Tried of what stuff her skin was made :
There-silent, dreamless, loveless, lone,

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-wakes no more.

“No more let feuds our peace divide,-I'll end I ask not death,-I wait thy will ; I dare not-touch my fleeting span:

“Weary of life, and quite resigned,

To drown-I have made up my mind,
But let me, oh! not linger still,
The slave of misery and man!

So tie my hands as fast behind--as can be, Why sink my steps ! one struggle past,

"Or nature—may assert her reign, And all the rest-is quiet gloom;

My arms assist, my will restrain, Eyes--look your longest, and your last,

And swimming, I once more regain, my troubles." Then, turn ye to your cell, and tomb.

With eager haste-the dame complies,

While joy-stands glistening in her eyes; Fly swift, ye hours !-the convent grate,

Already, in her thoughts, he dies—before her. To me-is open Paradise : The keenest bitterness of fate,

“Yei, when I view the rolling tide, Can last, but till the victiin-dies !

Nature revolts" he said ; “beside,

I would not be a suicide, and die thus. 742. FALL OF 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,
I rested on the verge of that dread cliff,
That overlooks old Sterling. All was gay;

You push me in,-nay, never shrink--but do it. The birds-sang sweet; the trees-put forth their To give the blow--the more effect, leaves,


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, Belecting early flowers. 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 -hea. That feeds upon the waste. I blest the girl,

ven help you." She was not maid, 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 compendiDeep 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 lobFair flaunting in the sun. With eager haste,

sters, you must look for the best meat in the Heedless of risk, she clambered down the steep, dish.

tails, and lay the bodies back again in the

Your cunningest thieves (and what Pluck'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 she had 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 ; I hastened to her rescue ; but--alas!

But, cherished by the sun of warm encourageI came too late 1-0 God! she fell.

ment, Far, far down-on the rocks below,

Becomes too strong—and potent—for control; Her lovely form was found--at rest !

Nor yields-but to despair, the worst of passions


The many rend the skies with loud applause; Twas—at the royal feast, for Persia won, So love was crowned, but music--won the cause. By Philip's warlike son.

The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Aloti, in awful state, the godlike hero sat

Gazed on the fair, who caused his care, On his imperial throne.

And sighed and looked ; sighed and looked; His valiant peers-were placed around,

Sighed and looked; and sighed again: Their brows, with roses, and with myrtles bound;

At length, with love, and wine, at once oppress'd, So, should desert, in arms be crowned.

The vanquished victor--sunk--upon her breast. The lovely Thais, by his side,

Now, strike the golden lyre again; Sat, like a blooming Eastern bride,

A louder yet, and yet a louder strain: In flower of youth, and beauty's pride.

Break his bands of sleep asunder, Happy, happy, happy pair!

And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. None but the brave, none but the brave,

Hark: hark !--the horrid sound

(dead, None but the brave-deserve the fair.

Hath raised up his head, as awaked from the Timotheus, placed on high,

And amazed he stares around. Amid the tuneful choir,

Revenge, revenge! Timotheus criesWith flying fingers--touched the lyre;

See the furies arise! See the snakes that they rear, The trembling notes ascend the sky,

How they hiss in the air, And heavenly joys inspire.

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! The song—began from Jove,

Behold a ghastly band, each a torch in his hand! Who ieri his blissful seats above;

These are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain, Such is the power-of mighty love.

And, unburied, remain inglorious on the plain. A dragon's fiery form belied the god :

Give the vengeance due to the valiant crew. Sublime, on radiant spheres he rode,

Behold, how they toss their torches on high! When he, io fair Olympia pressed, (the world. How they point to the Persian abodes, And stamped an image of himself, a sovereign of And glittering temples of their hostile gods! The listening crowd-admire the lofty sound : The princes applaud, with a furious joy; [stroy: A present deity! they shout around;

And the king seized a flambeau, with zeal to deA present deity! the vaulted roois rebound.

Thais led the way, to light him to his prey; With ravished ears, the monarch hears;

And, like another Helen-fired another Troy. Assumes the god, affects to nod,

| Thus, long ago, ere heaving bellows learned to And seems to shake the spheres.

While organs yet were mute; [blow, The praise of Bacchus, then, the sweet musician Timotheus, to his breathing flute and sounding lyre, Of Bacchus, ever fair, and ever young. [sung, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle sott desire The jolly god in triumph comes !

At last, divine Cecilia came,
Sound the trumpets, beat the drums

Inventress of the vocal frame.
Flushed with a purple grace,

The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
He shows his honest face.

[comes ! Enlarged the former narrow bounds, Now, give the hautboys breath — he comes! he And added length-to solemn sounds, [fore. Bacchus, ever fair and young,

With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown beDrinking joys did first ordain.

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
Bacchus blessings are a treasure;

Or both divide the crown;
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.

He-raised a mortal-to the skies;
Rich the treasure; sweet the pleasure;

She-drew an angel down.-Dryden.
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

ORATOR PUFF. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain;.

Mr. Orator Puff-had two tones--in his voice, Fought his battles o'er again; [the slain. The one-squeaking thus, and the other down so; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew

In each sentence he utter'd he gave you your choice, The master saw the madness rise;

For one half was B alt, and the rest G below. His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;

Oh ! oh! Oratar Puff, And, while he heaven and earth defied,

One voice for an orator's surely enough. Changed his hand, and checked his pride. But he still talked away, spite of coughs and of frowns,

He chose a mournful muse, soli pity to infuse, So distracting all ears with his ups and his downs,
He sung Darius, great and good, [len, That a wag once, on hearing the orator say,

By too severe a fate, fallen, fallen, fallen, fal- “My voice is for war," ask'd him, “Which of them, prayin
Fallen from his high estate,

Oh! oh! &c.
And weltering in his blood.

Reeling homewards, one evening, top-heavy with gin, Deserted, in his utmost need,

And rehearsing his speech on the weight of the crown, By those, his former bounty fed,

He tripp'd near a saw.pit, and tumbled right in, On the bare earth-exposed he lies,

“Sinking fund," the last words as his noddle came down With not a friend-to close his eyes.

Oh! oh! &c. With downcast look-the joyless victor sat,

“Good Lord !” he exclaim'd, in his he-and-she tones, Revolving, in his altered soul, The various turns of fate below,

“ Help me out !-help me out I have broken my bones And, now and then, a sigh he stole,

“Help you out !" said a Paddy, who pass'd, " what a bother! And tears--began to flow.

Why, there's two of you there ; can't you help one an-
Oh! oh! &c.

(other? The master smiled, to see, That love--was in the next degree;

CHARACTER OF A GOOD PARSON. Twas but a kindred sound to move;

His preaching much, but more his practice wrot; For pity--melts the mind 10 love. Sotily sweet in Lydian measures,

(A living sermon of the truths he taught;) Soon, he soothed his soul to pleasures;

For this by rules severe his life he squared, War, he sung, is toil and trouble;

That all might see the doctrine which they heard. Honor, but an empty bubble;

For priests, he said, are patterns for the rest; Never ending, still beginning,

(The gold of heav'n, who bear the God impressid; Fighting still, and still destroying: If the world be worth thy winning,

But when the precious coin is kept unclean, Think, oh! think it worth enjoying !

The sovereign's image is no longer seen. Lovely Thais sits beside thee;

If they be foul on whom the people trust, Take the good the gods provide thee.-- Well may the baser coin contract a rust.

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