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shade of the wilderness. It exclaims, that while one hand is held up to reject this treaty, the other grasps a tomahawk. It summons our imagination to the scenes that it will open. It is no great effort of the imagination to conceive that events so near are already begun. I can fancy that I listen to the yells of savage vengeance, and the shrieks of torture. Already they seem to sigh in the west wind; already they mingle with every echo from the mountain.
THE THREE WARNINGS.
When sports went round, and all were gay,
So Death the poor delinquent spar'd,
And left to live a little longer.
Neighbour, he said, farewell: no more
And grant a kind reprieve;
Well pleas'd the world will leave.
What next the hero of our tale befel,
The willing mụse shall tell :
Nor thought of death as near.
Many his gains, his children few,
He pass'd his hours in peace:
Brought on his eightieth year.
And all alone he sate,
Once more before him stood.
Half kill'd with anger and surprise, So soon returned ? old Dobson cries.
So soon, d'ye call it? Death replies;
Since I was here before
And you are now four score.
I can recover damages.
I know, cries Death, that at the best,
Hold, says the farmer, not so fast !
And no great wonder, Death replies :
Perhaps, says Dobson, so it might,
This is a shocking story, faith;
hear all the news. There's none, cries he; and if there were, I'm
grown so deaf, I could not hear. Nay, then! the spectre stern rejoin'd,
These are unjustifiable yearnings; If you are deaf, and lame, and blind, You have had your three sufficient warnings, So come along; no more we'll part, He said, and touched him with his dart.
And now old Dobson turning pale
ON THE AMERICAN WAR.
I cannot, my Lords, I will not join in congratula-. tion on misfortune and disgrace. This, my Lords, is a perilous and tremendous moment: it is not a time for adulation : the smoothness of flattery cannot save us in this rugged and awful crisis. It is now time to instruct the throne in the language of Truth. We must, - if possible, dispel the darkness and delusion which envelope it; and display in its full vigor and genuine colors the ruin that is brought to our doors. Can ministers still expect support in their infatuation? Can parliament be so dead to its dignity and its duty as to give their support to measures thus obtruded and forced upon them ? Measures, my Lords, which have reduced this late flourishing empire to scorn and contempt. But yesterday, and England might have stood against the world—now none so poor as to do her reverence. The people we first despised as rebels, but whom we now acknowledge as enemies are abetted against us; their interests consulted and their ambassadors entertained by our most inveterate enemy;