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611. THE MURDERER: KNAPP's TRTAL, its hinges without noise; and he enters, ap. Though I could well have wished to shun beholds his victim before him. this occasion, I have not felt at liberty, to The room was uncommonly open to the withhold my professional assistance, when it admission of light. The face of the innocent is supposed, that I might be, in some degree, sleeper was turned from the murderer, and useful in investigating, and discovering the the beams of the moon, resting on the gray truth, respecting this most extraordinary mur- locks of his aged temple, showed him where der. It has seemed to be a duty, incumbent to strike. The fatal blow is given! and the on me, as on every other citizen, to do my victim passes, without a struggle, or a motion, best, and my utmost, to bring to light the per- from the repose of sleep to the repose or death! petrators of this crime.

It is the assassin's purpose to make sure Against the prisoner at the bar, as an indi- work; and he yet plies the dagger, though it vidual, I cannot have the slightest prejudice. was obvious that life had been destroyed by I would not do him the smallest injury or in the blow of the bludgeon. He even raises the justice. But I do not affect to be indiferent aged arm, that he may not fail in his aim at to the discovery, and the punishment, of this the heart, and replaces it again over the deep guilt. I cheerfully share in the oppro wounds of the poinard! To finish the picbrium, how much soever it may be, which is ture, he explores the wrist for the pulse! He cast on those, who feel, and manifest, an anx- feels for it, and ascertains that it beats no ious concern, that all who had a part in plan- longer! It is accomplished. The deed is done! ning, or a hand in executing, this deed of m He retreats, retraces his steps to the window, night assassination, may be brought to answer passes out through it, as he came in, and esfor their enormous crime, at the bar of public capes. He has done the murder,--no eye has justice.

seen him, no ear has heard him. The secret Gentlemen, it is a most extraordinary case, is his own, and it is safe! In some respects, it has hardly a precedent' Ah! gentlemen, that wasa dreadful mistake. anywhere; certainly none in our New England Such a secret can be safe nowhere. The whole history. This bloody drama exhibited nosud- creation of God has neither nook, nor corner, denly excited, ungovernable rage. The actors where the guilty can bestow it, and say it is in it were not surprised by any lion-like temp- safe. Not to speak of that eye, whic tation, springing upon their virtue, and over- through all disguises, and beholds everything, coming it, before resistance could begin. Nor as in the splendor of noon, such secrets of guilt did they do the deed to glut savage vengeance, are never safe from detection even by men. or satiate long-settled, and deadly hate.

True it is, generally speaking, that “mur. It was a cool, calculating, money-making der will out." True it is, that Providence hath murder. It was all “hire and salary, not re- so ordained, and doth so govern things, that venge.” It was the weighing of money against those, who break the great law of Heaven, life: the counting out of so many pieces of by shedding man's blood, seldom succeed in silver, against so many ounces of blood. An avoiding discovery. Especially, in a case aged man, without an enemy in the world, in exciting so much attention as this, discovery his own house, and in his own bed, is made the must come, and will come, sooner or later. A victim of a butcherly murder, for mere pay. thousand eyes turn at once to explore every Truly, here is a new lesson for painters and man, everything, every circumstance, conpoets.

nected with the time and place; a thousand Whosoever shall hereafter draw the portrait ears catch every whisper; a thousand excited of Murder, if he will show it as it has been minds intensely dwell on the scene, shedding exhibited in one example, where such exam- all their light, and ready to kindle the sli ple was last to have been looked for, in the est circumstance into a blaze of discovery. very bosom of our New England society, let Meantime, the guilty soul cannot keep its him not give the grim visage of Moloch, the own secret.' It is false to itself; or rather, it brow, knitted by revenge, the face, black with feels an irresistible impulse of conscience to settled hate, and the blood-shot eye, eniitting be true to itself. It labors under its guilty livid fires of malice.

possession, and knows not what to do with it. Let him draw, rather, a decorous, smooth- The human heart was not made for the resifaced, bloodless demon; a picture in repose, dence of such an inhabitant. It finds itself rather than in action; not so much an exam-preyed on by a torment, which it dares not ple of human nature, in its depravity, and in acknowledge to God or man. its paroxysms of crime, as an infernal nature, A vulture is devouring it, and it can ask no a fiend, in the ordinary display, and develop- assistance, or sympathy, either from heaven, ment of his character.

or earth. The secret, which the murderer The deed was executed with a degree of possesses, soon comes to possess him; and, self-possession and steadiness, equal to the like the evil spirits, of which we read, it overwickedness with which it was planned. The comes him, and leads him whithersoever it circumstances, now clearly in evidence, spread will. He feels it beating at his heart, rising out the whole scene before us. Deep sleep had to his throat, and demanding disclosure. He fallen on the destined victim, and on all be- thinks the whole world sees it in his face, reada neath his roof,—a healthful old man to whom it in his eyes, and almost hears its workings sleep was sweet ;-the first sound slumbers of in the very silence of his t the night hold him in their soft but strong em- become his master brore.

It betrays his discretion, it breaks down hig The assassin enters, through the window courage, it conquers his prudence. When sus. alrcady prepared, into an unoccupied apart- picions from without begin to embarass him, ment. With noiseless foot he paces the lonely and the net of circumstance to entangle him, hall, half-lighted by the moon; he winds up the fatal secret struggles, with still greater viothe ascent of the stairs, and reaches the door lence, to burst forth. It must be confessed, it of the chamber. Of this he moves the lock, will be confessed, there is no refuge from conby soft and continued pressure, till it turns on fession, but suicide, an I suicide is confession.

612. ANTONS'S ORATION OVER CESAR. For when the noble Cesar-saw him stab, Friends, Romans, Countrymen! Lend me your Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, I come to bury Cesar, not to praise him. (ears, Quite vanquished him : then, burst-his might The evil, that men do, lives after them;

And, in his mantle, muffling up his face, [heart; The good-is oft interred with their bones: Even at the base of Pompey's statue, So, let it be with Cesar! Noble Brutus

I (Which all the while ran blood) great Cesar-fell Hath told you, Cesar was ambitious :

10 what fall was there, my countrymen! If it were so, it was a grievous fault;

Then I, and you, and all of us-fell down, And grievously-hath Cesar answered it.

Whilst bloody treason--flourished over us. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest, O, now you weep: and, i perceive, you feel (For Brutus—is an honorable man,

The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. So are they all, all honorable men)

Kind souls! what, weep you, when you but behold Come I to speak-in Cesar's funeral

Our Cesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here! He was my friend, faithful, and just to me: Here-is himself, --marred, as you see, by traitora But Brut us says-he was ambitious;

Good friends! sweet friends! let me not stir you up And Brutus-is an honorable man.

To such a sudden flood of mutiny. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, They, that have done this deed, are honorable; Whose ransoms-did the general coffers fill : What private griefs they have, alas! I know not, Did this, in Cesar, seem ambitious ? !

That made them do it; they are wise, and honora

And will, no doubt, with reason answer you. [ble, Ambition, should be made of sterner stuff; I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; Yet Brutus says-he was ambitious;

I am no orator, as Brutus is; And Brutus--is an honorable man.

But, as you know me all. a plain-blunt man, You all did see, that, on the Lupercal,

That love my friend-and that they know full well, I thrice presented him-a kingly crown,

That gave me public leave, to speak of him. Which he did thrice-refuse; Was this ambition? For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;

Action, nor utterance, nor power of speech, And sure, he is an honorable man.

To stir men's blood-I only speak right on: I speak not to disprove-what Brutus spoke, I tell you that-which you yourselves do know-But here I am, to speak what I do know.

Show you sweet Cesar's wounds, poor, poor dumo You all did love him once; not without cause : and bid them speak for me.

(mouths, What cause witholds you, then, to mourn for him? But were I-Brutus, O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, .

And Brutus-Antony, there were an AntonyAnd men have lost their reason! Bear with me:

| Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue My heart is in the coffin there-with Cesar; In every wound of Cesar, that should move And I must pause, till it come back to me.

The stones of Rome-to rise and mutiny. But yesterday, the word of Cesar-might 1613. THE INVALID ABROAD. It is a sad Have stood against the world! now, lies he there,

thing, to feel that we must die, away from our

own home. Tell not the invalid, who is yearnAnd none so poor-to do him reverence.

after his distant country, that the atmosO masters! if I were disposed to stir

phere around him is soft, that the gales are filYour hearts and minds—to mutiny and rage, led with balm, and that the tiowers are springI should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong; ing from the green earth; he knows, that the Who, you all know, are honorable men.

softest air to his heart, would be the air, which I will not do them wrong-I rather choose

hangs over his native land; that, more grateTo wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,

fully than all the gales of the south, would

breathe low whispers of anxious affection, Than I will wrong such honorable men.

that the very icicles, clinging to his own eaves, But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cesar; land snow, beating against his own windows, I found it in his closet; 'tis his will :

would be far more pleasant to his eyes, than Let but the commons-hear this testament,

the bloom and verdure, which only more for(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) cibly remind him, how far he is from that one And they would go, and kiss dead Cesar's wounds,

spot, which is dearer to him, than all the And dip their napkins-in his sacred blood

world beside. He may, indeed, find estimable

friends, who will do all in their power to proYea, beg a hair of him, for memory,

inote his comfort, and assuage his pains; } And, dying, mention it within their wills;

they cannot supply the place of the long Beqeathing it, as a rich legacy,

known and long loved; they cannot read, as Unto their issue.

in a book, the mute language of his face; they If you have tears, prepare to shed them now

have not learned to wait upon his habits, and You all do know this mantle : I remember

anticipate his warts, and he has not learned

to communicate, without hesitation, all his The first time ever Cesar put it on;

wishes, impressions, and thoughts to them. T'was on a summer's evening, in his tent;

He feels that he is a stranger; and a more That day-he overcome the Nervii

| desolate feeling than that, could not visit his Look! in this place-ran Cassius' dagger through, I soul. How much is expressed, by that form Bee, what a rent-the envious Casca made: of oriental benedictior, “ May you ủie among Through this, the well beloved Brutus stabbed, your kindred.Greenwood. And, as he plucked his cursed steel away,

All, who joy would win, Mark how the blood of Cesar followed it!

Must share it,- happiness--was born a {ww This was the most unkindest cut of all!

He is unhappy, who is never satisfied.

614. THE LIFE OF A DRUNKARD. If you They tell me, that, in Italy, would mark the misery, which drunkenness

There is a reptile dread. infuses into the cup of domestic happiness,

The sting of which-15 agony, go with me to one of those nurseries of crime,

And dooms the victim dead. a common tippling shop, and there behold, collected till midnight, the fathers, the hus

But, it is said, that music's sound, bands, the sons, and the brothers of a neigh

May soothe the poisoneu part, borhood. Bear witness to the stench, and the Yea, heal the galling, ghastly wound, filthiness around them. Hearken to the oaths,

And save the sinking heart. the obscenity, and the ferocity of their conver

They tell me, too, of serpents vast, sation. Observe their idiot laugh; record the vulgar jest, with which they are delighted,

That crawl on Afric's shore, and tell me, what potent sorcery has so trans

And swallow men--historians past formed these men, that, for this loathsome

Tell us of one of yore : den, they should forego all the delights of an But there is yet, one, of a kind, innocent, and lovely fireside.

More fatal--than the whole, But let us follow some of them home, from

That stings the body, and the mind, the scene of their debauch. There is a young man, whose accent, and gait, and dress, be

Yea, it devours the soul. speak the communion, which he once has 'Tis found almost o'er all the earth, held, with something better than all this. He

Save Turkey's wide domains; is an only son. On him, the hopes of parents, And there, if e'er it had a birth, and of sisters have centred. Every nerve of

'Tis kept in mercy's chains. that family has been strained, to give to that

"Tis found in our own gardens gay, intellect, of which they all were proud, every means of choicest cultivation. They have

In our own flowery fields; denied themselves, that nothing should be Devouring, every passing day, wanting, to enable him to enter his profession,

Its thousands-at its meals. under every advantage. They gloried in his The poisonous venom withers youth, talents, they exulted in the first buddings of

Blasts character, and health; his youthful promise, and they were looking

All sink before it-hope, and truth, forward to the time when every labor should be repaid, and every self-denial rewarded, by

And comfort, joy, and wealth. the joys of that hour, when he should stand It is the author, too, of shame; forth in all the blaze of well-earned, and in

And never fails to kill. disputable professional pre-eminence. Alas, Reader, dost thou desire the name ! these visions are less bright than once they

The SERPENT OF THE STILL. were ! Enter that family circle. Behold those aged

THE WORLD AT A DISTANCE.. parents, surrounded by children, lovely and 'Tis pleasant-through the loopholes of retrend beloved. Within that circle reign peace, vir- To peep at such a world; to see the stir tue, intelligence, and refinement. The even- T of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd; ing has been spent, in animated discussion,

1. To hear the roar she sends, through all her game in innocent pleasantry, in the sweet interchange of affectionate endearment. There is

At a safe distance, where the dying sound, one, who used to share all this, who was the

Falls a soft murmur-on the uninjured ear. centre of this circle. Why is he not here? Do Thus sitting, and surveying, thus at ease, professional engagements, of late, so estrange The globe, and its concerns, I seem advanced him from home! The hour of devotion has To some secure, and more than mortal height, arrived. They kneel before their Father and That liberates, and exempts me, from them all. their God. A voice, that used to mingle in

It turns submitted to my view, turns round their praises, is absent. An hour rolls away.

| With all its generations; I behold Where now has all that cheerfulness fled? Why does every effort to rally, sink them | The tumult, and am still. The sound of wardeeper in despondency? Why do those pa- Has lost its terrors, ere it reaches me; rents look so wistfully around, and why do Grieves, but alarms me not. I mourn the pride they start at the sound of every footstep? | And avarice, that make man-a wolf to man; Another hour has gone. That lengthened | Hear the faint echo-of those brazen throats, peal is too much for a mother's endurance.

By which he speaks the language of his heart, She can conceal the well known cause no longer. The unanswered question is wrung | And sigh, but never tremble, at the sound. from her lips, Where, oh where, is my son ? He travels, and expatiates; as the bee,

The step of that son and brother is heard. From flower to flower, so he--from land to land, The door is opened. He staggers in before The manners, customs, policy of all, them, and is stretched out at their feet, in all

Pay contribution--to the store he gleans; the loathsomeness of beastly intoxication.

He sucks intelligence-in every clime, 615. SERPENT OF THE STILL.

And spreads the honey-of his deep researck,
They tell me-of the Egyptian asp,

At his return-a rich repast for me.
The bite of which-is death;

He travels, and I too. I tread his deck,
The victim, yielding with a gasp,

Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes
His hot, and hurried breath.

Discover countries, with a kindred heart
The Egyptian queen, says history,

Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes;
The reptile vile applied;

While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
And in the arms of agony,

Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
Victoriously died.

keel battle stampu hia foot, and nations feel the shock

616. EULOQIUM ON THE SOUTH. If there be the pride of her great names. I claim them fl. one state in the union, Mr. President, (and I say countrymen, one and all--the Laurens, the Rut. it not in a boastful spirit) that may challenge (ledges, the Pinckneys, the Sumpters, the Maricomparison with any other, for a uniform, zeal ons--Americans all-whose fame is no more to vus, ardent, and uncalculating devotion to the ! be hemmed in by state lines, than their talents union, that state--is South Carolina. Sir, from and patriotism, were capable of being circumthe very commencement of the revolution, up to scribed, within the same narrow limits. this hour, there is no sacrifice, however great, In their day, and generation, they served, and she has not cheerfully made; no service, she honored the country, and the whole country, and has ever hesitated to perform. She has adhered their renown is of the treasures of the whole to you in your prosperity ; but, in your adversi country. Him, whose honored name the gentlety, she has clung to you, with more than filial man himself bears-does he suppose me less caaffection. No matter what was the condition of pable of gratitude for his patriotism, or sympaher domestic affairs, though deprived of her re thy for his sufferings, than if his eyes had first fources, divided by parties, or surrounded by opened upon the light in Massachusetts, instead difficulties, the call of the country, has been to of South Carolina? Sir, does he suppose it in her, as the voice of God. Domestic discord his power, to exhibit a Carolina name so bright, ceased at the sound, every man became at once as to produce envy in my bosom ? No, sir, in. reconciled to his brethren, and the acns of Caro- creased gratification, and delight, rather. Sir, I lina were all seen, crowding together o the tem thank God, that, if I am gifted with little of the ple, bringing their gifts to the altar of their com- | spirit, which is said to be able to raise mortals to mon country.

the skies, I have yet none, as I trust, of that What, sir, was the conduct of the south during other spirit, which would drag angels down. the revolution ? Sir, I honor New England for | But sir, let me recur to pleasing recollections her conduct in that glorious struggle. But, great -let me indulge in refreshing remembrances of as is the praise, which belongs to her, I think at the past-let me remind you, that in early times, least, equal honor is due to the south. They es- no states cherished greater harmony, both of poused the quarrel of their brethren, with a principle, and of feeling, than Massachusetts and generous zeal which did not suffer them to stop South Carolina. Would to God, that harmony to calculate their interest in the dispute. Favor- | might again return. Shoulder to shoulder they ates of the mother country, possessed of neither went through the revolution-hand in hand, they ships, nor seamen, to create commercial rival- stood round the administration of Washington, ship, they might have found, in their situation, and felt his own great arm lean on them for supa guarantee, that their trade would be forever port. Unkind feeling, if it exist, alienation and fostered, and protected by Great Britain. But, distrust, are the growth, unnatural to such soils. trampling on all considerations, either of inter of false principles since sown. They are weeds, est, or safety, they rushed into the conflict, and, I the seeds of which that same great arm neve fighting for principle, perilled all in the sacred scattered. cause of freedom.

Mr. President, I shall enter on no encomium Never-were there exhibited, in the history upon Massachusetts-she needs none. There of the world, higher examples of noble da ring, she is--behold her, and judge for yourselves. dreadful suffering, and heroic endurance, than There is Boston, and Concord, and Lexington, by the whigs of Carolina, during the revolution. and Bunker Hill; and there they will remain, forThe whole state, from the mountains to the sea, ever. The bones of her sons, fallen in the great was overrun by an overwhelming force of the struggle for independence, now lie mingled with enemy. The fruits of industry-perished on the the soil of every state, from New England to spot where they were produced, or were con- Georgia ; and there they will lie--forever. sumed by the foe. “ The plains of Carolina" And, sir, where American liberty raised its drank up the most precious blood of her citizens! first voice, and where its youth was nurtured Black, and smoking ruins-marked the places and sustained, there it still lives, in the strength which had been the habitations of her children! of its manhood, and full of its original spirit. If Driven from their homes, into the gloomy, and discord, and disur

| discord, and disunion shall wound it-if party almost impenetrable swamps, even there--the strife, and blind ambition shall hawk at, and spirit of liberty survived ; and South Carolina, tear it ; if folly and madness, if uneasiness under sustained by the example of her Sumpters, and salutary and necessary restraint, shall succeed. Marions, proved, by her conduct, that though to separate it from that union by whiclt alone, her soil might be overrun, the spirit of her peo- its existence is made sure, it will stand, in the ple was invincib e.-Hayne.

end, by the side of that cradle in which its in617. EULOGIUM ON THE NORTH. The eulo fancy was rocked; it will stretch forth its arm. gium pronounced on the character of the state with whatever of vigor it may still retain, over of South Carolina, by the honorable gentleman, the friends who gather around it; and it will for her revolutionary, and other merite, meets

fall at last, if fall it must, amidst the proudest my hearty concurrence. I shall not acknowl monuments of its own glory, and on the very adge, that the honorable member is before me, in spot of its origin.-Webster. regard for whatever of distinguished talent, or The sweetest cordial-we receive at last, distinguished character, South Carolina has pro

Is conscience-of our virtuous actions past. Tuced. I claim part of the honor: I partake in Inform yourself, and i'istruct others.

618. LIBERTY AND UNION. I profess, sir, Seems like a canopy, which Love hath spread, in my career hitherto, to have kept steadily in To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills, view, the prosperity, and honor of the whole | Robed in a garment of untrodden snow; country, and the preservation of our federal

Yon darksome rocks, whence icicles depend, union. It is to that union, we owe our safety at home, and our consideration and dignity

So stainless, that their white and glittering spires abroad. It is to that union, that we are chiet Tinge not the moon's pure beam; yon castl'd steep ly indebted, for whatever makes us most proud | Whose banner nangeth o'er the time-worn tower of our country. That union we reached, only So idly, that rapt fancy, deemeth it by the discipline of our virtues, in the severe | A metaphor of peace :--all form a scene, school of adversity. It had its origin, in the Where musing Solitude might love to lift necessities of disordered finance, prostrate commerce, and ruined credit. Under its be-.

tec Her soul, above this sphere of earthliness. nign influences, these great interests imme

sts imme- Where Silence, undisturbed, might watch along, diately awoke, as from the dead, and sprang So cold, so bright, so still! forth with newness of life. Every year of its

The orb of day, duration has teemed with fresh proofs of its In southern climes, o'er ocean's waveless field, utility, and its blessings; and although our Sinks, sweetly smiling: not the faintest breath territory has stretched out, wider and wider, and our population spread farther and farther,

.: Steals o'er the unruffled deep; the clouds of eve they have not outrun its protection, or its be. Reflect, unmoved, the lingering beam of day ; nefits. It has been to us all, a copious fountain | And Vesper's image, on the western main, of national, social, and personal happiness. Is beautifully still. To-morrow comes:

I have not allowed myself, sir, to look be- Cloud upon cloud, in dark and deepening mass, yond the union, to see what n ight lie hidden

Roll o'er the blackened waters; the deep roar in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly

Of distant thunder mutters awfully; weighed the chances of preserving liberty, when the bonds. that unite us together. shall | Tempest unfolds lis pinions, o'er the gloom, be broken asunder. I have not accustomed | That shrouds the boiling surge; the pitiless fiend,

With all his winds, and lightnings, tracks his prey; union, to see whether, with my short sight, I The torn deep yawns--the vessel finds a grave can fathom--the depth of the abyss-below; Beneath its jagged gulf. nor could I regard him, as a safe counsellor in

Ah! whence yon glare the affairs of this government, whose thoughts should be mainly bent on considering, not

That fires the arch of heaven? that dark red smoke, how the union should be preserved, but,' how Blotting the silver moon? The stars are quenched tolerable might be the condition of the people, In darkness, and the pure spangling snow , when it shall be broken up, and destroyed. Gleams, faintly, thro' the gloom, that gathers round!

While the union lasts, we have high, excit- Hark to that roar, whose swist and deafening pealk, ing, gratifying prospects spread out before! In countless echoes through the mountains ring. us, for us, and our children. Beyond that, I seek not to penetrate the vail. God grant,

Startling pale Midnight, on her starry throne! that. in mu day.at least, that curtain may not / Now swells the intermingling din; the jar, rise. God grant, that on my vision, never Frequent, and frightful, of the bursting bomt ; may be opened what lies behind. When my The falling beam, the sliriek, the groan, the shout, eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last The ceaseless clangor, and the rush of men tiine, the sun in heaven, may I not see him Inebriate with rage !-loud and more loud, shining on the broken, and dishonored frag- The discord grows; till pale Death shuts the scene, ments of a once glorious union; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land,

d And, o'er the conqueror, and the conquered, draws rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be. | His cold, and bloody shroud. Of all the men, in fraternal blood! Let their last feeble and Whom day's departing beam saw blooming there, . lingering glance, rather, behold the gorgeous In proud, and vigorous health--of all the hearts, ensign of the republic, now known, and hon. That beat with anxious life, at sunset therevred, throughout the earth, still full high ad- | How few survive, how few are beating now! vanced, its arms and trophies-streaming in their original lustre, not a stripe erased, or

All is deep silence, like the fearful calm,

That slumbers in the storm's portentous pause; polluted, nor a single star obscured-bearing for its motto, no such miserable interrogatory Save when the frantic wail of widowed love as-What is all this worth? Nor those other Comes, shuddering, on the blast, or the faint moan, words of delusion and folly-Liberty-first, with which some soul bursts from the frame of clay and union -- afterwards — but everywhere, Wrapped round its struggling powers. spread all over in characters of living light,

The gray morn (smoke, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea, and over the land, and in every

Dawns on the mournful scene; the sulphurous wind under the whole heavens, that other

Before the icy wind, slow rolls away, sentiment, dear to every-true-American | And the bright beams of frosty morning dance

now, and forever, I Along the spangling snow. There, tracks of bloo.l. one-and inseparable !--Webster.

Even to the forest's depth, and scattered arms, 619. MOONLIGHT, AND À BATTLE-FIELD. And lifeless warriors, whose hard lineaments How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, Death's self could change not, mark the dreallful Which vernal zephyrs breathe, in Evening's ear, of the out-sallying victors : far behind, (path Were discord, to the speaking quietude, [vault, Black ashes note, where their proud city stood. That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon | Within yon forest, is a glooomy glenMtudded with stars unutterably bright,

Each tree, which guards its darkness from the day Thro' which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, I Waves o'er a warrior's tomb. Shelly.

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