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734. DUTIES OF AMERICAN CITIZENS. I 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
old us responsible I 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 cir. boso'm 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 beo rality, 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,
1735. 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 steri-and mock-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;
They shook-the depth of the desert's gloom, there is not one of us here present, who does
With their hymns of lofty cheer. not, at this moment, and at every moment, 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 erty, and these institutions. Let us then,
To the anthem-of the free. 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 land, 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 in
What--sought they—thus, afar? flate national vanity, nor to swell a light and
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.
They have left, unstained what there they It cannot be denied, but by those who would
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
In whom this spirit entered-was undone. religious liberty, by improved systems of national intercourse by a newly awakened and His tongue-was set on fire of hell, his heart an unguenchable spirit of free inquiry, and Was black as death, his legs--were faint witíı haso 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 anknown, and unheard of. America, Ames Destroved, the sigh of innocence reproached, rica, our country, fellow-citizens, our own | Broken friendships, and the strife of brotherhood dear and native land, is inseparably connected, 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, sause we have upholden them.
1 And made most hellish meals of good men's names
730. THE PILGRIMS, AND THEIR DESTI- | boasted institutions? Interrogate the shades NI. Methinks I see it now,-that one, solita- of those who fell in the mighty contests, be ry, adventurous vessel, the Mayflower --of a tween Athens and Lacedæmon, betweer. forlorn hope, freighted-with the prospects Carthage and Rome, and between Rome and ot a future state, and bound--across the un- the rest of the universe. But see our Wil. known 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 linen, 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 toma. ed, almost to suifocation, in their ill-stored hawks, in his presence, so deep, that man sha!! prison, delayed by calms, pursuing a circuit- never be able to find them again. See then ov-3 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-howis 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 govern floods-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; 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 l 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 ofl--by the thirty savage great man, every fact, and anecdote, of those tribes, enumerated within the early limits of golden times, will furnish many an interest
ian, howing 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
ont ofl 738. Wolsey's SOLILOQUY ON AMBITION. history, compare for me--the baflled 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, blossong, parallel of this. Was it the winter's storm, beating upon the houseless heads of women
| And bears his blushing honors--thick upon him; and children ; was it hard labor and spare The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; meals; wasit disease, was it thr tomahawk; And, when he thinks, good, easy man, full surely was it the deep malady of a blig d hope, a His greatness is a ripening, nips his root ; ruined enterprise, and a broken h rt, aching And then he falls, as I do. in its last moments, at the recollen of the loved and left, beyond the sea ; w.
I have ventur'd,
it some, or all of these united, that hurrier his for
Like little wanton boys, that swim on bladders, saken company to their melanch. v 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 ses, that not all combined, were able to blast | At length-broke under me; and now has left me this bud of hope? Is it possible, that from | Weary, and old with service, to the mercy a beginning so feeble, so frail, so worthy, or a rude stream, that must forever-hide ine not so much of admiration as of pity, there has gone forth a progress so steady, a growth
wth Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate you so wonderful, a reality so important, a prom-/ I feel my heart now open'.. ise yet to be fulfilled, so glorious-Everett.
O! !now wretched
Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors! 737. TRIBUTE TO WILLIAM Peny. William Penn-stands the first, among the law
There are, betwixt that smile-he would aspire ta, 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
Meditation-hereof their species? ta"ght them to consider their fellow-men as barbarians, and them. May think down hours-to moments ; liere. the velves as alone wenny to rule over the earth? May give a useful lesson-to the nead, [heart Whì benefit dit inankind 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 seein 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 beauuful, 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-shost, Would be so soothing, Jullid by the low notes, I 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 throbs! 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; but, once reveal' May pierce-through the diin 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 inaks As hope's first smile. All, lingering, stayed to i Tears-burning arrows-lingering jealousy, Upon this Eden-of the painter's art,
| And last, worst poison, of thy cup--meglect. And looking on its loveliness, forgot
It matters little, how slie 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, seve- To meet her, by the river, where such hours Whose long dark shadow--fell upon the stream. I 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'da (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 sinall 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--"Lore's--sacrifice !” Seemd 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, Ofinward 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 shoras, Even by that pale cheek--it kept its arch,
Views not a realın-so beautiful and fair, And tender playfulness : you look’d, and said,
Said Nor breathes a spirit of a purer air; What can have shadow'd--such a sunny brow ? |
POWIn 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.
ichier dews The heritage-of nature's noblest race, You turned away-then came--and look'd again, I
There is a spot of earth--supremely blest, Watching the pale, and silent Joveliness,
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, ihe son, the husband, father, friend: Whose souls have felt this one idolatry,
Here, woman reigns: the mother, daughter, wine Can tell-hono precious--is the slightest thing,
Strews, with fresh flowers, the narrow way of Affection gives, and hallows! A dead flower
In the clear heaven or her delightful eye, [lise ; Will long be kept, remembrancer of looks,
An angel guard of loves and graces lie; That made each leaf a treasure. The tree
Around her knees, domestic duties meet, 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 foundt “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, w 10, malignant, tears an absent friend, Towers o'er the lovely violet ; yet still
Or, wien attacked by others, don't defend; She lov'd, and was belov'd again,--ere yet
Whe 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 pnlse,
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, Roinan, fix your mark; Chivalrous prince, whose name, in after years, His soul is black.
741. MARIA DE TORQUEMADA TAKING THE VAIL. , I saw her, in mid air, fall like u seraph
“My olu: you should have seen her, as she stood, From out the firmament. The rooks and daw , Viding i vorld--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-2 rose,
And dizzy brain. 0! never, will that scene Yet of the whitest, turned upon the sky, To which her thoughts were wing'd! I never saw
Part from my heart! whene'er I woulà be sad. So heavenly touch'd a sorrow!"
I think of it. There is a spot, a holy spot,
43. 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--ux There, learns the withered heart-to pray
Her tongue went glibly-all day long,
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.
He every soothing art displayed ;
Tried of what stuff her skin was made :
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 ierms, “ 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;
“Weary f life, and quite resigned.
To drown-I have made up my mind,
So tie my hands as fast behind-as can be,
"Or nature may assert her reign, Why sink my steps ! one struggle past,
My arms assist, my will restrain,
And swimming, I once more regain, my troubles *
With eager haste--ine 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 kcenest bitterness of fate,
“Yet, when I view the rolling tide, Can last, but till the victin-dies !
Nature revolts"-he said ; “ beside,
I would not be a suicide, and die thus. 7 12. 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,
You push me in,--nay, never shrink-but do it. That overlooks old Sterling. All was gay; The birds--sang sweet : the trees--put forth their To give the blow--the more effect, leares,
Some twenty yards---she ran direct, . [do. So pale, that in the sun, they looked like llos. | And did--what she could least expect, she should Some children wandered, careless, on the hill,
He slips aside-himself to save, Selecting 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-beaThat 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 compendia Deep 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
tails, and lay the bodies back again in the Heedless of risk, she clambered down the steep, I dish. 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.--Swifi. 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 encourage I came too late!--O God! she fell.
ment, Far, tar down -on the rocks below,
Becomes too strong--and potent-for control; Her lovely forn was found--at rest!
I Nor yields- but to despair, the worst of passiona
lostiles sin de
744. ALEXANDER'S FEAST.
| 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 pair. Alofi, 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 oppressi So, should desert, in arins be crowned.
The vanguished 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 t under. None bu the brave, none but the brave, Hark: hark!--the horrid sound
[demi None but the brave-deserve the fair.
Hath raised up his head, as aweke from the Timotheus, placed on gh,
And amazed he stares around. Amid the tunerul choir,
Revenge, revenge! Timotheus criesWith fiying 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 left his blissiui seats above;
These are Grecian gliosts, that in battle were slain, Such is the power-of mighiy 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 ligh! When he, to fair Olympia pressed, (the world.
| How they point to the Persia? abodes, And stamped an image of himself, a sovereign of! And glittering temples of them hostile gods! The listening crowd-adunire 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 luis breathing Hute a
musician Timotheus, to his breathing flute and sounding lyre, Or Bacchus, ever fair, and ever young. sung, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desira The jolly god in triumph comes!
At last. divine Cecilia came,
Inventress of ihe vocal frame.
The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
Enlarged the former narrow bounds, Now, give the hautboys breath - he comes! hel And added length-to solemn sounds. [fore. Bacchus, ever fair and young,
With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown be Drinking joys did first ordain.
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
Or both-divide the crown;
He-raised a mortal-to the skies:
She--drew an angel down.--Dryden.
ORATOR PUFF. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ;
Mr. Orator Puff-had two tones-in his voice, Fought his batiles o'er again; [the slain.
The one-squeaking this, 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, soft pity to infuse,
So distracting all ears with his ups and bis downs, He sung Darius, great and good, [len, That a wag once, on bearing the orator say, By 100 severe a tate, fallen, fallen, fallen, fal
“My voice is for war," ask'd him, “Which of them, pray Fallen from his higli 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 carth-exposed he lies,
“Sinking fund," the last words as his noddle came down, With not a friend-to close his eyes.-
Oh! oh! &c.
“Good Lord!” he exclaim'd, in his he-and-she topes, 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-
[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 wro't For pity---melts the mind 10 love.
(A living sermon of the truths he taught;) Sofily sweet in Lydian measures, 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 heart Honor, but an emptv bubble;
For priests, he said, are patterns for the rest; Never ending, still beginning,
(The gold of heav'n, who bear the God impress'd: Fighting still, and still destroying. If the world be worth thy winning,
But when the precious coin is kept unclear, l'hink, 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.
I Well may the baser coin contract a rust.