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670. AMERICA. I appeal to history! Tell | To where the Tiber pours" BUTTme, thou reverend chronicler of the grave, She struck the rude Tarpeiar ruck; can all the illusions of ambition realized, can Sparks were kindled by the shock all the wealth of a universal commerce, can

Again, thy fires began to burn! all the achievements of successful heroism, or Now, shining forth, thou madest complain, can all the establishments of this world's wis. The conscript fathers-to thy charms; dom, secure to the empire, the permanency Roused the world-bestriding giant, of its possessions? Alas! Troy thought so Sinking fast, in slavery's arms! once, yet the land of Priam lives only in song! I see thee stand-by freedom's fane,

Thebes thought so once; yet her hundred Pouring the persuasive strain, gates have crumbled, and her very tombs are Giving vast conceptions birth : as the dust they were vainly intended to com

Hark! I hear thy thunder's sound, memorate! So thought Palmyra—yet where

Shake the forum-round-und round, is she? So thought the country of Demos

Shake-the pillars-of the earth! Chenes and the Spartan; yet Leonidas is First-born of liberty divine! trampled by the timid slave, and Athens in Put on religion's bright array ; sulted by the servile, mindless and enervate

Speak! and the starless grave-shal shine, Ottoman

The portal-of eternal day! In his hurried march, Time has but looked

Rise, kindling with the orient beam; at their imagined immortality; and all its

Let Calvary's hill-inspire the theme !

Unfold the garments-rolled in blood! vanities, from the palace to the tombs

, have,

O touch the soul, touch all her chords, with their ruins, erased the very impression With all the omnipotence of words, of his footsteps! The days of their glory are

And point the way to heaven-lo God -Carey. as if they never had been; and the island, that was then a speck, rude and neglected in TUE INFLUENCE OF GOLD. A man who the barren ocean, now rivals the ubiquity of is furnished with arguments from the mind, their commerce, the glory of their arms, the will convince his antagonist much sooner fame of their philosophy, the eloquence of than one who draws them from reason and their senate, and the inspiration of their philosophy. Gold is a wonderful clearer of hards!

îhe understanding; it dissipates every doubt Who shall say, then, contemplating the and scruple in an instant; accommodates itpast, that England, proud and potent as she self to the meanest capacities, silences the appears, may not, one day, be what Athens loud and clamorous, and brings over the most is, and the young America yet soar to be obstinate and inflexible. Philip of Macedon what Athens was! Who shall say, that, was a man of most invincible reason this when the European column shall have mould- way. He refuted by it all the wisdom of ered, and the night of barbarism obscured its Athens, confounded their statesmen, struck very ruins, that mighty continent may not their orators dumb, and at length, argued emerge from the horison to rule, for its time, them out of all their liberties.--Addison. byvereign of the ascendant! -Phillips.

THE WORLD TO COME. 671. THE POWER OF ELOQUENCE.

If all our hopes, and all our fears, Heard ye—those loud-contending waves,

Were prisoned-in life's narrow bound; That shook--Cecropia's pillared state ?

If travelers—through this vale of tears, Saw ye the mighty, from their graves

We saw no beller world beyond ;
Look up, and tremble at her fate?

Oh! what could check the rising sigh?
Who-shall calm the angry storm?
Who, the mighty task perform,

What earthly thing-could pleasure give? And bid the raging tumult-cease?

Oh! who would venture then, to die-
See the son of Hermes rise ;

Or who would venture then-to live?
With syren tongue, and speaking eyes,
Hush the noise, and soothe lo peace!

Were life a dark, and desert moor,

Where mists--and clouds eternal-spread Lo! from the regions of the north, The reddening storm of battle pours;

Their gloomy vail behind, before, Rolle along the trembling earth,

And tempest3 thunder-overhead; Fastenson Olynthian towers.

Where not a sun-beam-breaks the gloom, “Where rests the sword! where sleep the brave, And not a floweret-smiles beneath, Awake! Cecropia's ally save,

Who would exist in such a tomb
From the fury of the blast;
Burst the storm on Phocis' walls;

Who dwell in darkness and in death? Rise! or Greece forever falls,

And such were lise, without the ray Up: or freedom-breathes her last!

Of our divine religion given;
The jarring states, obsequious now,

Tis this, that makes our darkness, day,
View the patriot's hand on high;'
Thunder-gathering on his brow;

Tis this, that makes our earth a heaven! Lightning-flashing from his eye!

Bright is the golden sun above, Rorne by the tide of words along,

And beautiful--the flowers, that bloom, Une voice, one mind, inspire the throng:

And all is joy, and all is love, "To arms! to arms! to arms!” they cry.

Reflected--from the world to come!
Grasp the shield, and draw the sword,
Lead us to Philippi's lord,

Life is a weary interlude-
Let us conquer him-or die!"

Which doth short joys, long woes include Ah eloquence! thou wast undone ;

The world the mage, the prologue tears; Wast from thy naive country driven,

The acts vain hopes and varied fears;
When yranny-eclipsed the sun,

The scene shuts up with loss of breath,
And blotted out the stars of heaven
When liberty, from Greece withdrew

And leaves no epilogue but death!-H. Ring Aod o'er the Adriatic flew,

The stomach, hath no vars.

67%. MILITARY DESPOTISM AND INSUB 673. THE FRENCHAN AND HIS HOSr. ORDINATION. Mr. Chairman,-1 trust, that A Frenchman once, who was a merry wigh, I shall be indulged, with some few reflections, Passing to town from Dover in the night, apon the danger of permitting the conduct, Near the roadside an ale-house chanced to spy. on which it has been my painful duty to animadvert, to pass, without a solemn expression And being rather tired as well as dry, of the disapprobation of this house. Recall to Resolved to enter; but first he took a peep, your recollection, sir, the free nations, which In hopes a supper he might get, and cheap. have gone before us. Where are they now? He enters: “Hallo! Garcon, if you please, "Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were;

Bring me a little bit of bread and cheese. A schoolboy's tale,--the wonder of an bour."

And hallo! Garcon, a pot of porter 100!” he said, And how have they lost their liberties? If Vich I shall take, and den myself to bed.” (left, we could transport ourselves back, sir, to the His supper done, some scraps of cheese wero ages when Greece, and Rome, flourished, in which our poor Frenchman, thinking it no tett, their greatest prosperity, and, mingling in the Into his pocket put; then slowly crept throng, should ask a Grecian, if he did not To wished-for bed; but not a wink he sleps-. rear, that some daring military chieftain, covered with glory, some Philip, or Alexander, For, on the floor, some sacks of flour were laid, would one day overthrow the liberties of his To which the rats a nightly visit paid. country, the confident, and indignant Gre Our hero now undressed, popped out the light cian would exclaim, No!'no! we have nothing Put on his cap and bade the world good-night; to fear from our heroes; our liberties will be But first his breeches, which contained the fare, eternal. If a Roman citizen had been asked, Under his pillow he had placed with care. if he did not fear, that the conqueror of Gaul might establish a throne upon the ruins of

Sans ceremonie, soon the rals all ran, public liberty, he would have instantly repel-And on the flour-sacks greedily began; (round, led the unjust insinuation. Yet, Greece-has At which they gorged themselves; then smelling fallen; Cesar--has passed the rubicon; and Under the pillow soon the cheese they found; the patriotic arm even of Brutus—could not And while at lus they regaling sat, preserve the liberties of his devoted country.

Their happy jaws disturbed the Frenchman's nap; Sir, we are fighting a great moral battle for Who, half awake, eries oui, “Hallo! hallo! the benefit, not only of our country, but of all mankind. The eyes of the whole world are

Vat is dat nibbel at my pillow so? in fixed attention upon us. One, and the Ah! 'us one big huge rat! largest portion of it, is gazing with jealousy, Vat de diable is it he nibbel, nibbel at ?" and with envy; the other portion, with hope, In vain our little hero sought repose; with confidence, and with affection. Every Sometimes the vermin galloped o'er his nose; where--the black cloud of legitimacy is sus-And guch the pranks they kept up all the night, pended over the world, save only one bright That he, on end antipodes upright, spot, which breaks out from the political hemisphere of the west, to enlighten, and animate, Bawling aloud, called stoutly for 8 'ghl. and gladden the human heart. Obscure that,

“ Hallo! Maison! Garcon, I say! by the downfall of liberty here, and all man- Bring me the bill for vat I have to pay!" kind-are enshrouded-in a pall of universal | The bill was brought, and to his great surprise, Jarkness. Beware, then, sir, how you give a Ten shillings was the charge, he scarce believes vatal sanction, in this infant period of our re- With eager haste, he runs it o'er, [his eyes public, to military insubordination. Remembei, that Greecehad her Alexander, Rome

And every time he viewed it thought it more. ner Cesar, England-her Cromwell, France "Vy zounds, and zounds!” he cries, " I sall no pay; her Bonaparte, and, that if we would escape Vat charge len shelangs for vat I have mange ? the rock, on which they split, we must avoid A leetal sup of porter, dis vile bed, their errors.

Vare all de rats do run about my head ?" I hope, sir, that gentlemen will deliberately “Plague on those rats!" the landlord niultered oui; survey the awful isthmus, on which we “I wish, upon my word, that I could make 'em stand. They may bear down all opposition.

scout: They may even vote general Jackson the public thanks. They may carry him triumphant. I'll pay him well that can.” “Vat's dat you say ly through this house. But, if they do, sir, in “I'll pay him well that can."" " Allend to me, I my humble judgment, it will be a triumph of Vil you dis charge forego, vai I am at, (pray: the principle of insubordination-a triumph If from your house I drive away de rat?” of the military-over the civil authority -a “With all my heart," the jolly host replies, triumph over the powers of this house--a tri.

“ Ecoutez donc, ami ;” the Frenchman cries. umph over the constitution of the land; and I pray, sir, most devoutly, that it may not “Firsi, den-Regardez, ii you please, prove, in its ultimate effects and consoquen- Bring to dis spoi a lesile bread and cheese : ces, a triumph over the liberties of the people. Eh bien! a pot of portar too;

And den invite de rats to sup vid you: What is the world itself? thy world !-a grave!

And after--no malier dey be villingWhere is the dust that has not been alive? For vatrey eat, you charge dem just ten sterg: The spade, the plow, disturb our ancestors,

And I am sure, ven dey behold de score, Pom human mold we reap our daily breod;

Dey'll quit your house, and never come no moru The globe around earth's hollow surface shakes, How beautiful is the swifly passing lighie And is the ceiling of her sleeping sons:

On the calm cloud of eve! 'Tis sweet--10 mark O'er devastation we blind revels keep;

Those color'd foldg. final round the setting sun, Whole buriec towns support the dancer's heel. Like e 'mson draper;-n'e: a monarch's thorno

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THE EARTH HAS BEEN ALL ALIVE.

674. Loss OF NATIONAL CHARACTER.

675. GOOL-NIGRT. The loss of a firm, national character, or the Good-night-to all the world! there's time degradation of a nation's honor, is the inevi Beneath th: "over-going" sun, table prelude to her destruction. Behold the

To whom, I feel, or hale, or spite, once proud fabric of the Roman empire; an empire, carrying its arts, and arms, into every

And so lo all-a fair good-night part of the eastern continent; the monarchs Would I could say, good-night to pain, of mighty kingdoms, dragged at the wheels Good-night to evil and her train, of her triumphal chariots; her eagle, waving To cheerless poverty, and shame, over the ruins of desolated countries. Where

That I am yet unknown to fame! is her splendor, her wealth, her power, her glory? Extinguished-forever. Her mold Would I could say, good-night to dreafuß, ering. temples, the mournful vestiges of her That haunt me with delusive gleams, former grandeur, afford & shelter to her mut That through the sable future's vail, tering monks. Where are her statesmen, her

Like meteors, glimmer, but to fail. sages, her philosophers, her orators, her geneals? Go to their solitary tombs, and inquire.

Would I could say, a long good-night, She lost her national character, and her de

To halting, between wrong, and right, struction followed. The ramparts of her na And, like a giant, with new force, tional pride were broken down, and Vandal Awake, prepared to run my course! ism desolated her classic fields.

But time o'er good and ill sweeps on, Citizens will lose their respect and confidence, in our government, if it does not ex.

And when few years have come, and gone, tend over them, the shield of an honorable,

The past--will be to me as naught, national character. Corruption will creep in, Whether remembered, or forgot. and sharpen party animosity. Ambitious

Yet, let me hope, one faithful friend, leaders will seize upon the favorable moment.

O'er my last couch, in tears shall bend i The mad enthusiasm for revolution - will call into action the irritated spirit of our na

And, though no day for me was brighi, tion, and civil war must follow. The swords

Shall bid me then, a long good-night. of our countrymen may yet glitter on our mountains, their blood may yet crimson our Athens, during a public representation of

RESPECT TO OLD AGE. It happened at plains. Such, the warning voice of all antiquity, the wealth, that an old gentleman came too late,

some play,exhibited in honor of the commonexample of all republics proclaim-may be our fate. But let us no longer indulge these for a place suitable to his age, and quality

Many of the young gentlemen, who observed gloomy anticipations. The commencement the difficulty and confusion he was in, made of our liberty presages the dawn of a brighter signs to him, that

they would accommodate period to the world. That bold, enterprising him, if he came where they sat. The good spirit, which conducted our heroes to peace, and safety, and gave us a lofty rank, amid but when he came to the seat, to which he

man bustled through the crowd accordingly; the empires of the world, still animates the was invited, the jest was, to sit close, and ex: bosoms of their descendants. Look back to pose him, as he stood out of countenance, to the moment, when they unbarred the dun- the whole audience. The frolic went round geons of the slave, and dashed his fetters all the Athenian benches. But, on those octo the earth, when the sword of a Washing-casions, there were also particular places reton leaped from its scabbard, to revenge the served for foreigners. When the good man slaughter of our countrymen. Place their skulked towards the boxes, appointed for the example before you. Let the sparks of Lacedemonians, that honest people, more vir. their veteran wisdom flash across minds, and the sacred altars of your liber-tuous than polite, rose up all to a man, and ty, crowned with immortal honors, rise be- them. The Athenians, being suddenly touch

with the greatest respect, received him among fore you. Relying on the virtue, the coured with a sense of the Spartan virtue, and ace, the patriotism, and the strength of our their own degeneracy, gave a thunder of apcountry, we may expect our national charac- plause; and the old man cried out, “the Athe ter will become more energetic, our citizens nians understand what is good, but the Lacemore enlightened, and may hail the age as demonians practice it. not far distant, when will be heard, as the proudest exclamation of man: I am

FORTUNE-TELLER.
American.—Maxcy.

A hungry, lean-fac'd villain,
The bell strikes one: We take no note of time, A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
But from its loss. To give it then a longue,

A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune teller ; 19 ivise in man. As if an angel spoke,

A needy, hollow-eye'd, sharp looking wretch I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright,

A living dead man: this pernicious slave, It is the knell of my departed hours : [flood ?

Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer; Where are they? with the years beyond the

And gazing in my eyes, feeling my pntse, It is the signal that demands despatch ;

And with no face, as 'twere outfacing me, How much is to be done! my hopes and fears Cries out, I was possess'd.-Shikspears. Start up alarmid, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down-on what ? a fathomless abyss; Sweet recreation barr'd, what dotb ensue, A dread eternity! how surely mine!

But moody and dull melancholy, And can eternity belong to me,

(Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair ;) Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

And at her heels, a huge infectious troop Reason gains all men, by compelling none of pale distemperatures, and foes to life?

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RECREATION.

676. The Groves: God's FIRsr TEMPLEs. The groves—were God's first temples. Ere man To hew the shaft. and lay the architrave, [learned And spread the roof above them,-ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather, and roll back, The sound of anthems—in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered, to the Mightiest, solemn thanks, And supplication. For his simple heart Might not resist the sacred influences, That, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks, that, high in heav'n, Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath, that swayed, at once, All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit—with the thought of boundless Power, And inaccessible Majesty. Ah! why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God’s ancient sanctuaries, and adore, Only, among the crowd, and under roofs, That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn; thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in his ear. Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns; thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun, Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heav'n. The century-living crow, Whose birth was in their tops, grew old, and died, Among their branches; till, at last, they stood, As now they stand, massy, and tall, and dark– Fit shrine—for humble worshiper to hold Communion with his Maker. Here are seen, No traces of man's pomp, or pride; no silks Rustle, no jewels shine, nor envious eyes Encounter; no fantastic carvings—show The boast of our vain race—to change the form Of thy fair works. But thou art here; thou fill'st The solitude. Thou art in the soft winds, That run along the summits of these trees, In music; thou art in the cooler breath, That, from the inmost darkness of the place, Comes, scarcely felt; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh, moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here, is continual worship; nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth, and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does. Thou hast not left Thyself without a witness, in these shades, Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength, and grace, Are here to speak of thee. This mighty oakBy whose immovable stem I stand, and seem Alimost annihilated—not a prince, In all the proud old world, beyond the deep, F'er wore his crown—as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves, with which I'hy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the oroad sun. That delicate forest-flower, W.th tcented breath, and look, so like a smile,

Seems, as it issues from the shapeless oul, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token—of the upholding Love, That are, the soul of this wide universe My heart—is awed within me, when I thirk Of the great miracle that still goes cri, In silence, round me—the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed— Forever. Written on thy works, I read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo! all grow old, and die: but see, again, How, on the faltering footsteps of decay, Youth presses—ever gay, and beautiful youthIn all its beautiful forms. These lofty trees Wave not less proudly, that their ancestors Moulder, beneath them. Oh! there is not lost One of earth's charms: upon her bosom yet, After the flight of untold centuries, The freshness of her far beginning lies, And yet shall lie. Life—mocks the idle hate Of his arch enemy—Death; yea, seats himself Upon the sepulchre, and blooms, and smiles, And of the triumphs of his ghastly foe, Makes his own nourishment. For he came forn Froin thine own bosom, and shall have no end. There have heen holy men, who hid themselves Deep in the woody wilderness, and gave Their lives to thought, and prayer, till they outlived The generation, born with them, nor seemed Less aged, than the hoary trees, and rocks, Around them; and there have been holy men, Who deemed it were not well—to pass life thus But let me, often, to these solitudes Retire, and, in thy presence, reassure My feeble virtue. Here, its enemies, The passions, at thy plainer footsteps, shrink, And tremble, and are still. O God! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens, with falling thunderbolts, or fill, With all the waters of the firinament, The swift, dark whirlwind, that uproots the woods, And drowns the villages; when, at thy call, Uprises the great deep and throws himself Upon the continent, and overwhelms Its cities;– who forgets not, at the sight Of these tremendous tokens of thy power, His pride, and lays his strifes, and follies by: Oh! from the sterner aspects of thy face Spare me, and mine ; nor let us need the wrath Of the mad, unchained elements, to teach Who rules them. Be it ours to meditate, In these calm shades, thy milder majesty, And to the beautiful order of thy works, Learn to conform the order of our lives.—Bryant. Naturally, men are prone to spin themselves a web of opinions out of their own brain, and to have a religion that may be ca'led their own. Men are far readier to make themselves a faith, than to receive that which God hath formed to their hands, and they are far readier to receive a doctrine that tends to their carnal commodity, or honor, or delights, than one that tends to self-denial. Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety but never reach the top.

677. PASSICAL Entcation. That is, un. Tossed his beamed frontlet-to the sky; doubtedly, the wisest, and best regimen,

A moment-gazed-adown the dale, which takes the infant from the cradle, and

A moment--snuffed the tainted gale, conducts him along, through childhood, and

A moment, listened to the cry, youth, up to high maturity, in such a manner,

That thickened—as the chase drew nigh, us to give strength to his arm, swiftness to his feet, solidity and amplitude to his muscles,

Then, as the headmost foes appeared, symmetry to his frame, and expansion to his With one brave bound-the aipse he cleared vital energies. It is obvious, that this branch And, stretching forward, free, and far, of education comprehends, not only food and Sought the wild heaths-of Vam-Var.--Scott clothing, but air, exercise, lodging, early ri

678. MODULATIOX. sing, and whatever else is requisite, to the full development of the physical constitution. 'Tis not enough-the voice be sound, and clear, The diet must be simple, the apparel must 'Tis modulation, that must charm the ear. Qot be too warm, nor the bed too soft.

Let parents beware of too much restriction When desperate heroes grieve, with tedious moen, in the inanagement of their darling boy. Let And whine their sorrows, in a see-saw tone, him, in choosing his play, follow the sugges The same soft sounds—of unimpassioned woes, tions of nature. Let them not be discompos- Can only make the yawning hearers--doze. ed at the sight of his sand-hills in the road, The voice-all inodes or passion can express, his snow-forts in February, and his mud-dams Thiat marks the proper word, with proper strecs : in April; nor when they chance to look out But none emphatic--can that speaker call, in the midst of an August shower, and see him wading and sailing, and sporting along

Who lays an equal emphasis-on all. with the water-fowl. If they would make Some, o'er the tongue—the labored measures roll, him hardy and fearless, they must let him go Slow, and deliberate as the parting toll; abroad as often as he pleases, in his early Point every stop, mark every pause so strong, boyhood, and amuse himself by the hour to- Their words, like stage processions, stalk along. gether, in simoothing and twirling the hoary locks of winter. Instead of keeping him all affectation—but creates disgust; shut up all day with a store, and graduating And e'en in speaking, we may seem 100 just. his sleeping-room by Fahrenheit, they must In vain, for them, the pleasing measure flows, let him face the keen edge of a north-wind, whose recitation-runs it all to prose; when the mercury is below cipher; and, in- Repeating-what the poet sets not down, stead of minding a little shivering, and com- The verse disjointing-from its favorite noun, plaining, when he returns, cheer up his spir. While pause, and break, und repetition joil its, and send him out again. In this way, they will teach him, that he was not born to To make a discord-in each uneful line. live in the nursery, nor to brood over the fire; Some placid natures-fill the allotted scene but to range abroad, as free as the snow, and with lifeless drawls, insipid and serene ; the air, and to gain warmth from exercise. I love, and admire the youth, who turns And almost crack your ears-with rant, ani 11.

While others, thunder every couplet o'er, not back from the howling wintry blast, nor withers under the blaze of summer; who More nature, oft

, and finer strokes are shown, never magnifies “mole-hills into mountains;" In the low whisper, than tempestuous tone; but whose daring eye, cxulting, scales the ca- And Hamlet's hollow voice, and fixed amaze, gle's airy cray, and who is ready to under- More powerful terror to the mind conveys, take anything, that is prudent, and lawful, Than he, who, swollen with impeluous rage, within the range of possibility. Who would Bullies the bulky pliantom of the stage. think of planting the mountain-oak-in a green-house? or of rearing the cedar of Leb- He, who, in earnest, studies o'er his part, anon-in a lady's flower-pot? Who does Will find true nature-cling about his heart. not know that, in order to attain their mighty The modes of grief--are not included allstrength, and majestic forms, they must free- In the white handkerchief, and mournful draw; ly enjoy the rain, and the sunshine, and must A single look-more marks the internal wce, feel the rocking of the tempest?

Than all the windings of the lengthened - Oh!.

Up to the face-the quick sensation flies, The slag, at eve, had drunk his fill,

And darts its meaning--from the speaking eyes: Where danced the moon, on Monan's rill,

Love, transport, madness, anger, scorn, despair, And deep-his midnight lair had made,

And all the passions, all the soul is there.
In lone Glenartney's hazel shade;
But, when the sun-his beacon red

XATURE'S WANTS ARE FEW.
Had kindled, on Benvoirlich's head,

Man's rich with litule, were his judgment tros, The deep-mouthed bloodhound's heavy bay Nature is frugal, and her wants are few; Resounded up the rocky way,

Those few wants answered, bring sincere deligt.is, And faint from farther distance borne, But fools create themselves new appetites. Were hcard the clanging hoof, and horn. Fancy and pride seek ngs at vast expense, As chief, who hears his warder call,

Which relish nor to reason nor to sense. “ To arms! the foeman storm the wall," When surfeit or unthankfulness destroys, The antlered monarch of the waste

In nature's narrow sphere, our solid joys, Sprung from his heathery couch, in haste. In fancy's airy land of noise and show, But, ere his fleel career he look,

Where nought but dreams, no real pleasures grow The dew-drops, from his fanks, he shook : Like cats in air-pumps, to subsist we suive, Like crested leader, proud, and high, On joys 10 thin 10 keep the soul alive. Young,

THE CHASE.

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