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732, POLITICAL CORRUPTIOy. We are Without it, human affairs would become a apt to treat the idea of our own corruptibili- mere stagnant pool. By means of his pattý, as utterly visionary, and to ask, with a ronaze, the president addresses himseli in grave affectation of dignity--what! do you the most irresistible manner, to this the nothink a member of congress can be corrup- blest and strongest of our passions. All that ted? Sir, I speak, what I have long and de- the imagination can desire--honor, power, liberately considered, when I say, that since wealth, ease, are held out as the templation man was created, there never has been a po- Man was not made to resist such templation. litical body on the face of the earth, that it is impossible to conceive--Satan himself would not be corrupted under the same cir- could not devise, a system, which would more cumstances. Corruption steals upon us, in a infallibly introduce corruption and death into thousand insidious forms, when we are least our political Eden. Sir, the angels fell frous aware of its approaches..

heaven with less temptation).--McDuffie. Of all the forms, in which it can present it

733. CATO'S SOLILOQUY ON IMMORTALITY. self, the bribery of office-is the most dangerous, because it assumes the guise of patri- Il must be so--Plato, thou reasonesl well ! otism-to accomplish its fatal sorcery. We Else, whence this pleasing hope, this fond desirs, are often asked, where is the evidence of cor- This longing-after immortality ? ruption? Have you seen it? Sir, do you 'Or, whence this secrel dread, and inward horror, expect to see it? You might, as well, expect, or falling--into nought? Why--shrinks the soullo see the embodied forms of pestilence, and Back on herself, and startles—at destruction ?famine--stalking before you, as to see the la- 'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us : tent operations of this insidious power. We may walk amidst it, and breathe its contagion, Tis Heaven itself, that points out-a hereafter, without being conscious of its presence.

And intimates-Eternity-to man. All experience teaches us—the irresistible Eternity!--thou pleasing--dreaful thought! power of temptation, when vice-assumes the Through what variety--of uniried being, (pass! form of virtue. The great enemy of man- ' Through what new scenes, and changes, must we kind-could not have consummated his in. The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me ; fernal scheme, for the seduction of our first parents, but for the disguise, in which he But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it.presented himself. Had he appeared as the Here--will l hold. If there's a Power above us, devil, in his proper form: had the spear of (And that there is, all Nature cries aloudIthuriel - disclosed the naked deformity of Through all her works,) He must delight in virtue. the fiend of hell, the inhabitants of paradise. And that, which He delights in must be happy. would have shrunk with horror from his But when ? or where? This world--was mado presence.

for Cesar! But he came--as the insinuating serpent, i'm weary of conjectures-this--must end them.and presented a beautiful apple, the most delicious fruit in all the garden. He told his

[ Laying his hand on his sword. glowing story to the unsuspecting victim of Thus--I am doubly orined. My death--and life, his guile. “It can be no crime-to taste of My bane--and antidote, are both before me. this delightful fruit. It will disclose to you This-in a moment. brings me to an erd; the knowledge of good, and evil. It will But this informs me I shall nerer die. raise you to an equality with the angels.".

Such, sir, was the process; and, in this The soul, secured in her existence, smiles simple, but impressive narrative, we have the At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.most beautiful and philosophical illustration The stars-shall fade away, the sun himself of the frailty of man, and the power of temp. Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, ration, that could possibly be exhibited. Mr. But thou shalt Nourish-in immoral youth, Chairman, I have been forcibly struck, with Unhurt-amidst the war of elements, the similarity, between our present situation, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds. and that of Eve, after it was announced, that Satan was on the borders of paradise. We, INLENESS -- is the badge of gentry, the 100, have been warned, that the enemy is on bane of body and mind, the nurse of naughimur borders.

tiness, the step-mother of discipline, the chief But God forbid that the similitude should be author of ali inischief, one of the seven deadcarried any further. Eve, conscious of her ly sins, the cushion upon which the devil innocence, sought temptation and defied it. chietly reposes, and a great cause not only of The catastrophe is too fatally known to us melancholy, but of many other diseases: for all. She weni,“ with the blessings of heaven the mind is naturally active; and if it be not on her head, and its purity in her heart," occupied about some honest business, it rushguarded by the ministry of angels-she re- es into mischief, or sinks into melancholy. turned covered with shame, under the heavy denunciation of heaven's everlasting curse.

When, to the grave, wo folow the renowned Sir, it is innocence--that temptation con

For valor, virtue, science, all we love, quers. If our first parent, pure as she came

(beam from the hand of God, was overcome by the And all we praise ; for worth, whose noontide seductive power, let us not imitate her fatal Mends our ideas of ethereni pow'ss, rashness, seeking temptation, when it is in Dream we, that lustre of the moral world our power to avoid it. Let us not vainly Goes out in stench, and rottenness the close! confide in our own infallibility. We are lia- Why was he wise to know, and warm 10 praise, ble to be corrupted. To an ambitious man, an honorable office will appear as beautifui And strenuous 10 transcribe, in human life, and fascinating--as the apple of paradise.

The mind almighty! could it be that fare, I adınit, sir, that ambition is a passion, at Just when the lineaments began to shine, once the most powerful and the most useful. Should snaich the drauglit, and blot it out forever.


734. DUTIES OF AMERICAN CITIZENS. 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 ni 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 benim 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 beforo and generations to come, hold us responsible 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 pal voices; postery-calls out to us from the joined the American constellation; they cir. bosom of the future; the world turns hither cle round their center, and the heavens beain 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 tba divine berality, by religion, by the cultivation of every nignity.--Webster. good principle, and every good habit, we may bone to enjoy the blessing, through our day,

735. LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATIIERS. and leave it, unimpaired, to our children. The breaking waves-dashed high

Let us ieel deeply, how much of what we On a stern--and rock-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-lossed; Nature has, indeed, giren us a soil, which

And the heavy night-hung dark yields bounteously--to the hands of industry; 'The hills and waters o'er, the mighty and fruiulul ocean is before us, When a band of exiles--noored their bark and the skies, over our heads, shed health and On the wild-New England shore. Vzor. But what are lands, and seas, and

Nomas the conqueror-comer, skies-to civilized man, without society, with

They, the true-hearted, came, out knowledge, without morals, without reli.

Not with the roll--or the surring drums, gious culture; and how can these be enjoyed,

And the trumpel-that sings of laine. in all their extent, and all their excellence, but under the protection of wise institutions,

Not-as the flying--come,

In silence.--and in fear; and a free government? Fellow-citizeus, there is not one of us here present, who does

They shook--the depth-of the desert's glooin, net, at this moment, and at every moment,

With their hymus or loniy checr. 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 rea; the influence, and the benefits of this lib

And the sounding aisles-of the din woods rang

To the anthem of the free. erty, and these institutions. Let us then, acknowledge the blessing; let us feel it deep The ocean-eagle-soared ly, and powerfully; let us cherish a strong From his nesi-hy the white wave's foam, ailection' 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-to 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. a'! the duties belonging to it. It is not to in

What-sought they-thus, arar? ilate nat onal vanity, nor to swell a light and

Brighi 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 bougil-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.

Tie soil-where first they trod! among the nations of the earth.

fiound It cannot be denied, but by those who would

They have left, unsinined--whai there--they dispute against the sun, that with America,

Freedom-10 worship God!--Hemans. and in America, a new era commences in Twas Slander-filled her mouth with lying words, human atlairs. This era is distinguished by Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin. The man frre representative governments, by entire religious liberty, by improved systems of na.

In whom this spirit entered-was undone. tional intercourse, by a newly awakened and His tongue-was sct on fire of hell, his heart an unguenciable spirit of free inquiry, and Wasblack ar death. hislegs were saint with hasta 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 raknown, and unheard of America, Ame Destroyed the sigh of innocence reproached, rica, our country, fellow-citizens, our own

Broken friendships, and the strise of brotherhonds. fear and native land, is inseparably connecteil, fast bound up, in fortune, and by fate, Yer did he spare bois sleep, and hear the clock with these great interests. If they fall, we Number the midnight watches, on his bed, till weith them; if they stand, it will be be- Devising mischief inore; an early rose, cause we have upholden them.

And made most hellish meals of good men's naines

730. THE PILGRIMS, AND THEIR DESTI- | boasted institutions? Interrogate the shades NY. Methinks I see it 100,--that one, solita- of those who fell in the mighty contests, bien ty, adventurous vessel, the Alus fuwer-of a tween Athens and Lacedemon, betweri. förlorn hope, freighted--with the prospects Carthage and Rome, and between Rome and of a future state, and bound-across the un- the rest of the universe. But see our litt known sea. I behold it pursuing, with a liam Penn, with weaponless bands, sitting thousand misgivings, the uncertain, the tedi- town, peaceably, with his foliowers, in the ous voyage, Suns rise-and set, and weeks, imidst of suvac nations, whose only occupa: and months-pass, and winter-surprises tion was shedding the blood of their fulvivo them on the deep, but brings them not-themen, disarming them by his justice, and teachsicht--of the wished-tor shore. I see them ing them, for the first time, to view a strandet now, scantily supplied with provisions, crowd- without distrust. See them bury their tonnaed, almost to suilocation, in their ill-stored hawks, in his presence, so deep, that man skall prison, delayed by calms, pursuing a circuit- never be able to find them again. See them of 3 route,--and now, driven in fury, before under the shade of the thick groves of Quath: raging teinpest, on the high and giddy quannock, extend the bright chain of friendswaves. 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 liima, seem strainny from their base; the dismal then, with his companions, establishin: Ins sound of the pump-is heard--the ship leaps, cominonwealth on the sole basis of' relixion, as it were, madly, from billow to billow; the inorality, and universal love, and adoptiny, ocean breaks, and setties with engulphing as the fundamental maxims oi' his governic loods--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 hish, and on vessel. I see them escaped froin these perils, carth 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 inonths' pas- of the earth to look upon, an example for sage, on the ice-clad rochs of Plyinouth, them to imitate. But the potenties the weak, and weary from the voyage,-poorly earth did not sce; or, if they saw, they turned armed, scantily provisioned, depending on the away their eyes from the sight; they did not charity of their ship-master-ior a drait of hear; or, if ibey heard, they shut their cars 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 bistory: 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 an illustrious founder; none began their rofate of this handfull of adventurers? Tell me,cial career, under auspices so honorable to man of military science, in how many monthis humanity. Every trait of the life of that were they all swept oth--by the thiriy savage great man, every fact, and ancelote, of those tribes, enumerated within the early limits of gokien times, will furnish many an interestNew England? Tell me, politician, howing subject for the faney of the novelist, and long did this shadow of a colony, on which the enthusiasm of the poet.--D'iponcealt. your conventions and treaties liad not smiled, languish on the distant coast! Student of

738. WOLSEY'S SOLILOQUY OS AMBITION, history, compare for me the ballled pro- Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greavese! jects, the deserted settlements, the abandon- This is the state of man: To-day, he puts forth ed adventures, of other times, and tind the The tender leaves of hope ; 10

morrow, Wo-sales, parallel of this.

Was it the winter's storm, heating upon the houseless heads of women

And bears his blushing honors--thick upoa bid and children; was it hard labor and spare The third day, comes a frosi, a killing frost; meals; wasit disease, was it the tomahawk; And, when he thinks, good, easy man, full surely was it the deep malady of a blighted hope, a His greatness is a ripening, nips his root; ruined enterprise, and a broken heart, aching And then he falls, as I do. in its last moments, at the recollection of the loved and lelt, beyond the sea; was it some,

I have ventura, or all of these united, that hurried this for- | Like liyle wanton Loys. that swim on bladders, saken company to their inelancholy 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 su's, that not all combined, were able to blast Al length--broke under me; and now has les me, this bud of hope? Is it possible, that from Weary, and old with service, to the merey a bezinning so feeble, so prail, so worthy, or a rule stream, that inust forever lide me. not so much of admiration as of pity, there has gone forth a prozress so steady. a growth Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate you? so wonderful, a reality so important, a prom- I feel my heart now open'd. ise yet to be fulfilled, so glorious ?--Everelt.

0! how wretched 737. TRIBUTE TO WILLIAM PExx. Wil

Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors! lirin Penn-stands the first, among the law. There are, betwixt that smile--he would aspire to, givers, whose names, and decds are recorded That sweet aspect of princes, and his ruine in history. Shall we compare with him Lycur- More pongs and fears, than war or women here; fus, Solon, Romulus, those founders of mili. And when he falls, he falls, like Lucifer, tary commonwealths, who organized their Never-10 rise again.-Shakspeare. citizens in dreadlul array-against the rest

Meditation-hereet their species? ta' xhi them to consider their fellow-men a barbarians, and them- May think down hours—10 inomenis; here. thu selves as alone woniny to rule over the earth? May give a useful lesson—to the head, (heart What benefit did inankind derive from their | And learning, wiser grow-Without his looks.


739. BASQUE GIRL, OR LOVE's s crifice. A nation--was lo worship-ihat young heartTwas one of those sweet spots, which seem just Beat with its first wild passion-liat pure feeling For lovers meeting, or, or minstrel baunts.(onade Life only once may know. I will not dwell The maiden's blush--would look so beau..fui, On horo affection's bark was launchd, and inst: By those white roses, and the poet's dream, Love, thou hast hopes, like summer's-slicet, Would be so soothing, Jullid by the low notes,

and bright The birds sing-to the leaves, whose sont reply- Moments of ecstasy, and maddening dreams, Is murnur'd by the wind : the grass beneath, lutense, delicious throbs!

Bu happiness Is full of wild flowers, and the cypress boughs

Is not for thee. If ever thou hast known llave twined o'erhead, graceful and close as love. Quiet, yet deep enjoyment, 'lis, or ere The sun-is shining cheerfully, though scarce his Thy presence is confessed ; but, once reveal'a May pierc-through thedim shade, yet, still, (rays We bow us down-in passionate devotion, Bome gciden hues are glancing o'er the trees, Vow'd at thy altar; then the serpents wake, And the blue flood gliding by, as bright, That coil around thy votaries-hopes that make As hope's first smile. All lingering, stayed to Tears-burning arrows-lingering jealousy, l'pon this Eden--of the painter's art, (gaze And last, worst poison, of thy cup-neglect. And looking on its loveliness, forgot

It matters little, how she 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,-Thespell-of woman's beau'y! By a beech, eye

To meet her, by the river, where such hours Whose long dark shadow--fell upon the stream, or happ ness had passed, and said, she knew There stood a radiant girl! her chestnut hir

llow muc' she was beneath him; but she pray'd, (One bright gold tint was on it) --loosely fell That he would look upon her face--once more! In large rich cur's--upon a neck, whose show le sought the spot.--upon the beechen tree And grace--were like the swan's; she wore the

* Adieu Henri" was graven--and his heart

He turned to the wave, Of her own village, and her zina'l white feet (garb Felt cold--within him! And slender ancles, delicate, as carved

And there--the beautiful peasant floated--Deatis From Indian ivory-were bare.—the turf (stood: Had seal'd--"Lore's--sacrifice !Secm d scarce to feel their pressure. There she

740. Her head-leant upon her arm, the beech's trunk There is a lond, 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!

Wn re 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, O inward wretchedness! The eyes were dim

Time tutored age, and Jove exalted youth. Wth 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 shores, Even by that pale cheek--it kept i's arch,

Views not a realm-so beautiful and fair, And tender playfulness: you look'd, and said,

Nor breathes a spirit of a purer air; What can bave shadow'd-such a sunny brow ?

In every clime-the magnet of his soul, There is so much oi natural happiness,

Touch'd by reinemlirance, 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. The heritage-of nature's no! Jest race, l'ou turned away-then came-and look'dagain, there is a apot osearth--supremely blest, Watching the pale, and silent lovel ness,

A dearer, sweeter spot--than all the rest, Till even sleep-was haunted by that image.

Where man, creation's tyrani, casts aside There was a sever'd chain upon the ground

Ilis sword, and sceptre, pageantry, and pride : Ah! love is e'en more fragile than its gifis !

Within his softened looks, benignly blend A tress of raven hair ;-oh! only those,

The sire, the son, th: husband, faher, friend : Whose souls have fill this one idolatry,

Here, roman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife, Can tell-hor precious is the slightest thing,

Strews, with fresh flowers, the narrow way of Affection g ves, and hallows! A dead flower

In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, [be; Will long be kept, remembrancer of looks,

An angel guard of loves and graces tie : That made each leaf a treasure. The tree

Around her knees. domestic duties m et, Iad two slicht words---graven upon its stem

And fire-side pleasures gamble at her feet.

Where shall thailand, that not of earth be found1 The broken heart's last record-of its faith-* Adieu l'enri''

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 toam. It was a peasant girl's, whose soul was given

That land--ihy country, and that spot--thy hone! To one-as far abore her, as the pine-

Ne, w in, malignant. tears an absent friend, Towers o'er the lovely violet ; yet still

Or, w.jen attacked by others, don't desend : She lov'd, and was belov'd again,--ere yet

Who trivial bursts of laughter srivez to raise, The many trammels of the world--were flung And counts of prating petulince the praise; Around a heart, whose first and latest pulse,

of th ngs 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 afer years, Ilis soul is black.

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741. MARIA DE TORQUEMADA TAKING THE VAIL. , I saw her, in mid air, fail like a seraph

* My bord! you should have seen her, as she stood, From out the firmament. The rooks and daws, Rilling the world-farewell. Her pretty hands,

That Bed their roosts, in thousands, at the sight, Like two enclaspingilies ; in her eyes,

Curtained her exit--from my palsied eye,
Two quivering crystal dm-her chvek--2 rose,
Yet of the white si, turned upon the sky,

And dizzy brain. 0! never, will that scene To which her thoughs were wing'd! I never saw

Part from my heart! whene'er I would be sad, So heavenly touch'd a sortow!"

I think of it. There is a spot, a holy spot,

743. THE BEST OF WIVES. A refuge for the wearied mind;

A man had once a vicious wifi-Where earth's wild visions--are forgot,

(A most uncommon thing in life); [reasing And love, thy poison spell 's untwined.

His days and nights-were spent in strife-un There, learns the withered heart--10 pray

Her tongue went glibly-all day long, There, gently breaks earth's weary chain; Sweet contrad ction-still her song, [done. Nay, let me weep my life away

And all the poor man did-was wrong, and ill. Let ine 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.
And all, all inercy as thou art,
Save from that wildest, worst despair.

He every soothing art displayed;

Tried of what stuff her skin was made : There--silent, dreamless, loveless, lone,

Failing in all, to Heaven he prayed--o 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 terms. " My dear," he cried, [them. Ilope dies-and passion--wakes no more.

"No more let feuds our peace divide, -I'll end I ask not death.--I wait thy will; I dare not-touch my fleeting span:

Weary of life, and quite resigned.

To drown-I have made up my inind, But let me, oh! not linger still,

So tie my hands as fast behind--as can be,-The slave of misery and man! Why sink my steps ! one struggle past,

"Or nature-may assert her reign, And all the rest-is quiet gloom;

My arms ass 81, suy will restrain. Eyes-look your longest, and your last,

And swimming, I once more regaiu, my troubles" Then, turn ye to your cell, and somi.

With eager haste--the dame complies,

While joy--stands glistening in her eyes;
Fly swift, ye hours !--the convent grate,
To me-is open Paradise :

Already, in her thoughts, he dies--before her. The keenest bitterness of fate,

“Yei, when I view the rolling tide, Canlast, but till the victim-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, Orice on a lovely day, it was in spring

While close I stand-upon the brink, I resied on the verge of that dread cliff,

You push me in,-nay, never shrink-but do it. That overlooks olid 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 direci, [do. So pale, that in the sun, they looked like blos

And did--what she could least expect, she should Some children wandered, careless, on the hill, lle slips as de-himself to save, Selecting early forers. 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 :ripping near, eyeing with gladsome smile, * Dear husband, help! I sink!" she cried; Each little flower, thai bloomed upon the hill : * Thou best of wives" the man replied, Nimbly she picked them,'minding me of the suur, “I would, but you my hands have tied, -benThat reeds 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 hoth, when purty of frame, and soul, is to read books hebraically, and berin where Awaken dreams of beauty, drawn in heaven. others usually end. And this is a compendiDeep in a little din, within the cliff

ous way of coming to an acquaintance with A flow'ret caught hereye,--it was a primrose,

authors; for authors are to be used like lobFair faunting in the siin. With eager haste,

sters, you must look for the best meat in the Ilerdless of risk, she clambered down the strep dish.

tails, and lay the bodies back again in the

Your cunningest thieves (and what Pluck'd the wish'd flower, and sighed: fur 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.-Swift. 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 encourageI came too latel-God! she fell.

ment, Far, far down-on the rocks below,

Becomes too strong-ani potent-for control; Her lovely forn was found--at rest!

Nor yielis-hul lo despar, the worst of passions

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