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695. VICTIM BRIDE AND MISER. Knowledge, in general, expands the mind, I saw her—in her summer bower, and oh! upon my sight, exalts the faculties, refines the taste of pleas- Methought there never beam'd a form more beautiful, and bright; ure, and opens innumerable sources of intel- So young, so fair, she seemed like one of those aerial things, lectual enjoyment. By means of it, we be- That dwell—but in the poet's high, and wild imaginings; come less dependent for satisfaction upon Or, like one of those forms, we meet in dreams, from which we the sensitive appetites ; the gross pleasures

wake and weep, of sense are more easily despised, and we That earth-has no creations, like the figments of our sleep. are made to feel the superiority of the spiri- Her father-lov'd he not his child-above all earthly things ? tual to the material part of our nature. In- As traders love the merchandize, from which their profit springs : stead of being continually solicited by the in- Old age came by, with tottering step, and, for sordid gold, fluence, and irritation of sensible objects, the With which the dotard urged his suit, the maiden's peace was sold , mind can retire within herself, and expatiate and thus, (for oh! her sire's stern heart-was steel'd against her in the cool and quiet walks of contemplation. prayer)

The poor man, who can read, and who The hand he ne'er had gain’d from love, he won from her despair. possesses a taste for reading, can find enter- I saw them through the church-yard pass, and such a nuptial train, tainment at home, without being tempted to I would not for the wealth of worlds, should greet my sight again ; repair to the public house for that purpose. The bridemaids, each as beautiful as Eve~in Eden's bowers, His mind can find him employment, when his shed bitter tears-upon the path they should have strown with body is at rest; he does not lie prostrate, and

flowers; afloat, on the current of incidents, liable to who had not thought, that white-rob'd band—the funeral array be carried, whithersoever the impulse of ap- of one-an early doom had call’d–from life's gay scene away? petite may direct. There is, in the mind of The priest-beheld the bridal pair before the altar stand, such a man, an intellectual spring, urging And sigh’d, as he drew forth his book, with slow, reluctant hand; him to the pursuit of mental good; and if He saw the bride's flow'r-wreath'd hair, he mark'd her streaming the minds of his family, also, are a little cultivated, conversation becomes the more inter- And deein'd it less a christian rite, than a pagan sacrifice ; esting, and the sphere of domestic enjoyment And when he called on Abraham's God to bless the wedded pair, enlarged.

It seem'd a very mockery—to breath so vain a prayer. The calm satisfaction, which books afford, I saw the palsy'd bridegroom too, in youth's gay ensign dress'd, puts him into a disposition to relish, more A shroud-were fitter garment far-for him, than bridal vest; exquisitely, the tranquil delight, inseparable I marked him, when the ring was claim’d, 'twas hard to loose his from the indulgence of conjugal, and paren- hold, tal affection : and as he will be more respect. He held it—with a miser's clutch; it was his darling gold; able, in the eyes of his family, than he, who His shrivell’d hand-was wet with tears, she shed, alas ! in vain, can teach them nothing, he will be naturally and trembled like an autumn leaf-beneath the beating rain. induced to cultivate, whatever may preserve, I've seen her since that fatal morn : her golden fetters restand shun whatever would impair that re- As e’en the weight of incubus-upon her aching breast; spect. He, who is inured to reflection, will And when the victor (death,) shall come, to deal the welcome carry his views beyond the present hour; he blow,

[brow; will extend his prospect a little into futurity, He will not find one rose—to swell the wreath, that decks his and be disposeď to make some provision for For oh! her cheek is blanched with grief, that time-may not his approaching wants; whence will result,

[age. an increased motive to industry, together Thus early-beauty—sheds her bloom—on the wintry breast of with a care to husband his earnings, and to

696. THE DEW-DROP IN SPRING. avoid unnecessary expense.

The poor man who has gained a taste for How pure ! how bright is the tiny thing! good books, will, in all likelihood, become It beams where the birds of the morning sing; thoughtful, and when you have given the It looks like the tear from an angel's eye, poor a habit of thinking, you have conferred Or a pearl that has dropped from the vernal sky, on them a much greater favor, than by the To deck the silvery robe of the dawn, gift of a large sum of money; since you have As it weds the flowers on the grassy lawn. put them in possession of the principle of all In the silver cup of the daisy it lies ; legitimate prosperity.-R. Hall.

It smiles on the lark as he upward flies;

In a chariot of cloud it shall glide to the sun;
As the stern grandeur of a Gothic tower
Awes not so deeply in its morning hour,

On a pathway of incense its course shall be run;

It returns again on a sunset ray, As when the shades of time serenely fall

And forgets in its slumber the sports of the day. On every broken arch and ivied wall; The tender images we love to trace,

The emblem of virtue unsullied, it seemsSteal from each year a melancholy grace!

The emblem of beauty we see in our dreams; And as the sparks of social love expand; 'Tis a pledge of faith, by the breeze to be given, As the heart opens in a foreign land,

With amorous sighs to the clouds of heaven. And with a brother's warmıh, a brother's smile, Oh, who can tell, but the fairies keep The stranger greets each native of his isle; Their nightly watch where the dew-drops sleep? So scenes of life, when present and confest, When the rose unfolds its voluptuous charm, Stamp but their bolder features on the breast; When the sun is high, and the earth grows warm, Yet not an image, when remotely viewed, 'Tis then that the dew-drop shines most bright, However trivial and however rude,

'Tis then that it rivals the diamond's light, But wins the heart and wakes the social sigh, As it bids farewell to the fairy scene, With every claim of close affinity.

And melts into air where its bower has been. Hope and fear, alternate, swayed his breast,

All men-think all men mortal, but themselves; Like light--and shade-upon a waving field, Coursing each other, when the flying clouds,

Themselves, when some alarming shock of fate, Now hide and now reveal the sun

Strikes thro' their wounded hearts the sudden dread.



698. OTHELLO'S APOLOGY. We are happy, in having buried, under Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors : ground, the red axe, that has so often been My very noble, and approv'd good masters : dyed—with the blood of our brethren. Now: That I have ta’en away this old man's daughter, in this fort, we inter the axe, and plant the tree of Peace. We plant a tree, whose top It is most true; true, I have married her: will reach the sun, and its branches spread The very head and front of my offending abroad, so that it shall be seen afar off. May Hath this extent; no more. its growth never be stifled and choked; but

Rude am I in speech, may it shade both your country and ours and little blessed with the set phrase of peace: with its leaves. Let us make fast its roots, For since these arms of mine had seven years' and extend them to the uttermost of your colonies. If the French should come to shake


[us'd this tree, we should know it by the motion Till now some nine moons wasted, they have of its roots reaching into our country. May Their dearest action in the tented field; the Great Spirit-allow us to rest, in tran- and little of this great world can I speak, quillity, upon our mats, and never again More than pertains to feats of broils and battle ; dir up the axe, to cut down the tree of Peace! And therefore, little shall I grace my cause, Let the earth be trod hard over it, where it lies buried. Let a strong stream run under In speaking of myself. Yet, by your patience, the pit, to wash the evil away, out of our

I will, a round, unvarnish'd tale deliver, sight and remembrance. The fire, that had of my whole course of love ; what drugs, what long burned in Albany, is extinguished. The charms, bloody bed washed clean, and the tears are What conjuration, and what mighty magic, wiped from our eyes. We now renew the (For such proceedings I am charg'd withal) covenant-chain of friendship. Let it be kept i won his daughter with. bright and clean as silver, and not suffered to contract any rust. Let' not any one pull

Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; away his arm from it.

Still questioned me the story of my life,

From year to year: the battles, sieges, fortunes,

That I had past.
Ye sons of Freedom, wake to glory!
Hark! hark, what myriads bid you rise!

I ran it through, e'en from my boyish days,

To the very moment, that he bade me tell it. Your children, wives, and grandsires, hoary, Behold their tears-and hear their cries.

Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances : Shall hateful tyrants, mischiefs breeding,

Of moving accidents by flood, and field :

of hairbreath 'scapes, in the imminent deadly With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land,

Of being taken by the insolent foe, [breach; While peace and liberty-lie bleeding?

And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thence,

And with it all my travel's history. To arms ! to ARMS! ye brave !

All these to hear, Th'avenging sword unsheath :

Would Desdemona seriously incline; March on, march on, all hearts resolv'd,

But still tbe house affairs would draw her thence, On VICTORY-or death.

Which ever as she could with haste despatch, Now, now, the dangerous storm is rolling,

She'd come again, and with a greedy ear, Which treacherous kings, confederate, raise ; Devour up my discourse. Which, I observing, The dogs of war, let loose, are howling,

Took once a pliant hour, and found good means And lo! our fields and cities--blaze,

To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, And shall we basely--view the ruin,

That I would all my pilgrimage dilate ; While lawless force with guilty stride,

Whereof by parcels, she had someihing heard, Spreads desolation-far and wide,

But not distinctly. With crimes and blood, his hands imbruing ?

I did consent; To arms ! to arms! ye brave, &c.

And often did beguile her of her tears, With luxury and pride surrounded,

When I did speak of some distressful stroke, The vile-insariate despots dare,

That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, Their thirst of power and gold unbounded, She gave me for my pains, a world of sighs.

To mete, and vend—the light--and air. She swore in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing Like beasts of burden-would they load us, 'Twas pitiful ; 'twas wondrous pitiful; (strange;

Like gods--would bid their slaves adore, She wish'd she had not heard it; yet she wish'd But man-is man, and who is more?

That heaven-had made her such a man. Then shall they longer lash and goad us ?

She thank'd me, To arms! to ARMS! ye brave, &c.

And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,

I should but teach him how to tell my story, Oh, LIBERTY, can man resign thee, Once-having felt thy generous flame ?

And that would woo her. On this hint I spake; Can dungeons, bolts, and bars confine thee;

She lov'd me, for the dangers I had pass'd; Or whips thy noble spirit tame ?

And I lov'd her, that she did pity them. Too long--the world has wept, bewailing,

This is the only witchcraft, which I've used. That falsehood's dagger-tyrants wield, Some, light of heart, may scorn, in later years, But FREEDOM-is our sword, and shield,

Those dear memorials-of a calmer time; And all their arts are unavailing.

While others-water them with life's last tears, To arms ! to ARMS! ye brave, &c.

And bear their faded charms from clime to clime


701. DOCTOR AND PUPIL. posing—is the majesty of the law! how calm A pupil of the Esculapian school, her dignity; how vast—her power; how firm, was just prepared to quit his master's rule : and tranquil, in her reign! It is not by fleets, Not that he knew his trade, as it appears, and arms, by devastation, and wrong, by op. But that he then had learnt it seven years. pression, and blood-she maintains her sway, and executes her decrees. Sustained by jus-One morn, he thus addressed his master: tice, reason, and the great interests of man, 6 Dear sir, my honored father bids me say, she' but speaks, and is obeyed. Even those,

If I could now and then a visit pay, who do not approve, hesitate not-to support

He thinks, with you,-to notice how you do, her; and the individual, upon whom her judgment falls, knows, that submission-is My business I might learn a little faster." not only a duty, he must perform, but, that “The thought is happy," the preceptor cries; the security, and enjoyment, of all that is “ A better method he could scarce devise ; dear to him, depend upon it. A mind-accustomed to acknowledge no

So Bob,” (his pupil's name)" it shall be so; power, but physical force, no obedience, but And when I next pay visits, you shall go.” personal fear, must view, with astonishment, To bring that hour, alas! time briskly fled: a feeble individual, sitting, with no parade with dire intent away they went, of strength, surrounded by no visible agents of power, issuing his decrees with oracular And now, behold them at a patient's bed authority, while the rich, and the great, the The master-doctor solemnly perused first and the meanest-await, alike, to per- His victim's face, and o'er his symptoms mused; form his will. Still more wonderful is it--to Looked wise, said nothing-an unerring way, behold the co-ordinate officers of the same government, yielding their pretensions to his When people nothing have to say: higher influence: the executive, the usual Then felt his pulse, and smelt his cane, depository instrument of power; the And paused, and blinked, and smelt again, legislature-even the representative of the And briefly of his corps performed each motion; people, yield a respectful acquiescence - to Manæuvres that for Death’s platoon are meant: the judgments of the tribunals of the law, A kind of a Make-ready-and-Present, pronounced by the minister, and expounder of the law. Is it enough for him to say—“It

Before the fell discharge of pill and potion. is the opinion of the court—"and the farthest At length, the patient's wife he thus addressed : corner of our republic-feels, and obeys the

"Madam, your husband's danger's great, mandate. What a sublime spectacle! This

And (what will never his complaint abate,) is indeed, the empire of the law; and safe,

The man's been eating oysters, I perceive.”— and happy-are all they, who dwell within it.—Hopkinson.

“Dear! you're a witch, I verily believe,"

Madam replied, and to the truth confessed. 700. SPEECH OF CATILINE, BEFORE THE ROMAN

Skill so prodigious, Bobby, too, admired; SENATE, ON HEARING HIS SENTENCE OF BANISHMENT.

And home returning, of the sage inquired “Banish'd--from Rome!”—what's banish'd, but set

How these same oysters came into his head ? From daily contact-of the things I loathe! (free “Psha! my dear Bob, the thing was plain"Tried and convicted traitor!"_Who

Sure that can ne'er distress thy brain; Who'll prove it, at his peril, on my head ? (chain!

I saw the shells lie underneath the bed." " Banished !”—I thank you for 't. It breaks my

So wise, by such a lesson grown,
J held some slack allegiance till this hour-
But now—my sword's my own. Smile on, my lords;

Next day, Bob ventured out alone,

And to the self-same sufferer paid his courtI scorn—to count what feelings, withered hopes, Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs,

But soon, with haste and wonder out of breath, I have within my heart's hot cells shut up,

Returned the stripling minister of death, To leave you—in your lazy dignities.

And to his master made this dread report: But here I stand and scoff you:-here I fling

• Why, sir, we ne'er can keep that patient under; Hatred, and full defiance in your face.

Zounds! such a man I never came across ! Your consul's merciful. For this all thanks. The fellow must be dying, and no wonder, He dares not touch a hair of Catiline.

For ne'er believe me if he has n't eat a horse!" - Traitor!" I go-but I return. This-trial! “ A horse !" the elder man of physic cried, Here I devote your senate! I've had wrongs, As if he meant his pupil to derideTo stir a fever in the blood of age,

“ How got so wild a notion in your head ?" Or make the infant's sinew strong as steel.

“How! think not in my duty I was idle; This day's the birth of sorrows! This hour's work Like you, I took a peep beneath the bed, Will breed proscriptions.-Look to your hearths,

And there I saw a saddle and a bridle!" my lords,

Mr. Locke -- was asked, how he had conFor there, henceforth, shall sit, for household gods, trived to accumulate a mine of knowledge Shapes hot from Tartarus! all shames, and crimes; so rich, yet so extensive and so deep. He Wan Treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn; replied, that he attributed what little he Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cup;

knew ---to the not having been ashamed Naked Rebellion, with the torch, and axe,

to ask for information, and to the rule he

had laid down, of conversing with all deMaking his wild sport-of your blazing thrones; scriptions of men, on those topics chiefly, Till Anarchy-comes down on you, like Night, that formed their own peculiar professions And Massacre seals Rome's eternal grave.-Croly. I or pursuits.

says this?

702. THE RESURRECTION OF THE LORD. And the fell blast, that sweeps Arabian sands, Twice--had the sun--gone down upon the It witheredevery floweret of the vale. earth, and all as yet, was silent--at the sepulchre. Death-held his sceptre-over the

I saw it tread upon a lily fair, Son of God. Still--and silentthe hours A maid--of whom the worldcould say no harm; passed on; the guards-stood at their post; And, when she sunk--beneath the mortal wound, the rays of the midnight moon-gleamed on It broke-into the sacred sepulchre, their helmets, and on their spears. The ene- And dragged its victim--from the hallowed grave, mies of Christ-exulted in their success, the For public eyes to gaze on. It hath wept, hearts of his friends-were sunk in despon- That from the earthits victim passed away, dency; the spirits of glory--waited, in anxious suspense—to behold i he event, and won- Ere it had taken vengeunce-on bis virtues. dered at the depthof the ways of God. Yea, I have seen this cursed child of Envy. At length, the morning star, arising in the Breathe mildew-on the sacred fame--of him, east, announced the approach of light. The Who once had been his country's benefactor ; third day-began to dluwn upon the world; And, on the sepulchreof his repose, when, on a sudden, the earthtrembled—to Bedewed with many a tributary tear, its centre ; and the powers of heaven were shaken; an angel of Goildescended; the Dance, in the moonlight of a summer's sky, guards-shrunk back-from the terror of

With savage satisfaction.-Milford Bard. his presence, and fell prostrate - on the

THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. ground. "His countenance--was like light- When marshaled-on the nightly plain, ning, and his raiment--white as snow." He

The glittering host-bestud the sky; rolled away the stone from the door of the

One star alone, of all the train, sepulchre, and sat upon it. But who is this,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. that cometh forth from the tomb, with dyed garmentsfrom the bed of death?. He, that

Hark! hark! to God—the chorus breaks, is glorious in his appearance, walking in the

From every host, from every gem; greatness of his strength? It is thy prince, But one alone, the Savior speaks,

Zion! Christian, it is your Lord! He It is the star of Bethlehem. hath trodden the wine-press alone ; he hath stained his raiment with blood; but now, as

Once, on the raging seas I rode ; the first born-from the womb of nature, he

The storm was loud, the night was dark, meets the morning of his resurrection. He The ocean yawned, and rudely blow'd arises a conqueror-from the grave; he re- The wind, that tossed my foundering bark. turns with blessings- from the world of spir- Deep horror, then, my vitals froze, its; he brinys salvationto the sons of men.

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; Never--did the returning sun-usher in a

When suddenly, a star arose, day so glorious. It was the jubilee-of the universe. The morning stars sung together,

It was the star of Bethlehem. and all the sons of God shouted aloud--for It was my guide, my light, my all, joy. The Father of mercies--looked down It bade my dark forebodings cease, from his throne in the heavens ; with com

And through the storm, and danger's thrall, placency he beheld his world--restored; he

It led me-to the port of peace. saw his work, that it was good. Then, did

Now, safely moord-my perils o'er, the desert rejoice, the face of nature was gladdened before him, when the blessings of

I 'll sing, first in night's diadem, the Eternal descended, as the dews of heav- Forever, and forever more, en, for the refreshing of the nations.

The star, the star of Bethlehem.-White! 703. SLANDER.

What is slander?

To whom thus Eve, with perfect beauty adornd: Tis an assassin--at the midnight hour

“My author and disposer, what thou bid'st Urged on by Envy, that, with footstep soft, Unargued I obey: so God ordains; Steals on the slumber-of sweet innocence, God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more And with the dark drawn dagger of the mind, Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. Drinks deep-the crimson current of the heart, With thee conversing I forget all time; It is a worm, that crawls on beauty's cheek, All seasons and their change, all please alike. Like the vile riper—in a vale of flowers,

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, And riots in ambrosial blossoms there.

With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, It is a coward-in a coat of mail,

When first on this delightful land he spreads That wages war-against the brave, and wise, His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, And, like the long lean lizard, that will mar Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth The lion's sleep, it wounds the noblest breast. After soft showers; and sweet the coming ou Oft have I seen-this demon of the soul,

Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night, This murderer of sleep, with visage smooth,

With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And countenance-serene as heaven's own sky; And these gems of heaven, her starry train: But storms-were raving—in the world of thought: But neither breath of morn, when she ascends Oft, have I seen a smile-upon its brow;

With charm of carliest birds; nor rising sun But, like the lightning—from a stormy cloud,

On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower, It shocked the sout-and disappeared in darkness. Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Oft, have I seen it weep--at tales of wo, [anguish; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent nighi, And sigh-as 'twere the heart-would break with With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, But, like the drop, that drips from Java's tree, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.



706. ALEXANDER SELKIRK. glance at those domestic relations, which wo- I am monarch-of all I survey, man sustains, she appears in an attitude

My right there is none to dispute ; highly interesting. Is she a daughter? She

From the centre-all round to the sea, has a strong hold on the parental bosom. By

I am lord of the fowl and the brute. her kind, discreet, obedient, dutiful conduct, she contributes greatly to the happiness of

Oh solitude ! where are the charins, those, who tenderly love her, and who are That sages--have seen in thy face? her natural guardians, and guides.

Or, by

Better dwell-in the midst of alarms, the opposite conduct, she disappoints their Than reign-in this horrible place. hopes, and pierces their hearts with sorrow.

I am out--of humanity's reach, Just in proportion to the superior strength, and tenderness of parental affection, is the

I must finish my journey--alone; happiness or misery resulting from the kind, Never hear the sweet music of speech; or unkind deportment of a daughter.

I start--at the sound of my owni. Is she a sister? If intelligent and virtu- The beasts, that roam over the plain, ous, she sheds the most kindly influence on

My form, with indifference see : the little circle of kindred spirits in which

They are so unacquainted with man, she daily moves. Is she a wife? The rela

Their ta meness--is shocking to me. tion is most endearing, and its duties most important. Taken, originally, from man's Society, friendship, and love, heart, she is ever to be his most kind, atlec- Divinely bestow'd upon man, tionate and faithful partner. To contribute

Oh, had I the wings of a dove, to his happiness, is always be her first

How soon would I taste you again! earthly care. It is hers, not merely to amuse his leisure hours, but to be his intelligent com

My sorrows-I then might assuage, panion, friend, and counsellor ; his second

In the ways of religion and truth ; self; his constant and substantial helper, both Might learn from the wisdom of age, as to the concerns of this life, and as to his And be cheer'd--by the sallies of youth. eternal interests. She is to do him good, all

Religion! what treasure untold, the days of her life. And by so doing, to dwell in his heart. Is she a mother? It is

Resides in that heavenly word ! hers, in no small degree, to form the charac

More precious than silver or gold, ter of the next generation. Constantly with Or all, that this earth can afford. her children, having the chief care of tliem in But the sound of the church-going bell, their infancy, and early childhood,--the most These valleys, and rocks, never heard ; susceptible, the forming period of life,-to Ne'er sigh’d-at the sound of a knell, her, în an important sense, are committed

Or smil'd, when a sabbath appear'd. the character, and the destiny-of individuals, and nations. Many of the most distin- Ye winds, that have made me your sport, guished, and of the most excellent men, this, Convey to this desolate shore, or any country has produced, were indebted, Some cordial, endearing report, under God, chiefly to the exertions of their

Of a land, I shall visit no more. mothers, during their early childhood. Thus viewed in her domestic relations, wo

My friends, do they now and then send,

A wish, or a thought after me? man appears in a highly interesting light. So she does, when seen in other stations. O tell me, I yet have a friend, See her taking an active part in various be- Though a friend I am never to see. nevolent associations. There, she exerts an

How fleet is a glance of the mind! influence in the cause of humanity, and of

Compard with the speed of its flight, religion, the most powerful, and beneficial. Like an angel of mercy on the wing, she

The tempest itself lags behind, performs her part with promptitude and

And the swift-wing'd arrows of light; compassion.

When I think of my own native land, 705. THE CONSTANT OF WOMAN.

In a moment, I seem to be there; Woman! Blest partner vi our joys and woes !

But, alas! recollection at hand, Even in the darkest hour of earthly ill,

Soon hurries me back to despair. Untarnished yet, thy fond affection glows,

But the sea-fowl-is gone to her nest, Throbs with each pulse, and beats with every The beast is laid down in his lair; thrill!

[still, Even here-is a season of rest, Bright o'er the wasted scene thou hoverest And I--to my cabin repair. Angel of comfort to the failing soul;

There's mercy--in every place; Undaunted by the tempest, wild and chill,

And mercy-encouraging thought! That pours its restless and disastrous roll,[howl. Gives even affliction a grace, O'er all that blooms below, with sad and hollow And reconciles man to his lot. -Cowper. When sorro’rends the heart, when fev'rish pain

BATTLE. Wrings the hot drops of anguish from the brow, Now shield-with shield, with helmet,-helmet To soothe the soul, to cool the burning brain, To armor-armor, lance to lance oppos d;[clos'd, 0! who so welcome and so prompt as thou ! Host-against host,the shadowy squadrons drew; The battle's hurried scene, and angry glow,- The sounding darts-in iron tempest flew. The death-encircled pillow of distress,- Victors, and vanquish'd, join promiscuous cries, The lonely moments of secluded wo

And thrilling shouts--and dying groans arise : Alike thy care and constancy confess, [bless. With streaming blood, the slipp'ry fields are dy'd, Alike thy pitying hand and fearless friendship. And slaughter'd heroes, swell the dreadful tide.

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