the treasures of the whole country. Him whose honored name the gentleman himself hears, does he suppose me less capable of gratitude for his patriotism, or sympathy for his sufferings, than if his eyes had first opened upon the light in Massachusetts instead of South Carolina? Sir, does he suppose it is in his power to exhibit a Carolina name so bright, as to produce envy in my bosom? No, sir; increased gratification and delight, rather. Sir, I thank God, that if I am gifted with little of the spirit which is said to be able to raise mortals to the skies, I have yet none, as I trust, of that other spirit, which would drag angels down. 3. When I shall be found, sir, in my place here in the senate, or elsewhere, to sneer at public merit, because it happened to spring up beyond the little limits of my own State or neighborhood; when I refuse, for any such cause, or for any cause, the homage due to American talent, to elevated patriotism, to sincere devotion to liberty and the country; or, if I see an uncommon endowment of Heaven, if I see extraordinary capacity and virtue in any son of the South, and if, moved by local prejudice, or gangrened by State jealousy, I get up here to abate the tithe of a hair from his just character and just fame, may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth! 4. Sir, let me recur to pleasing recollections; let me indulge in refreshing remembrances of the past; let me remind you that in early times, no States cherished greater harmony, both of principle and feeling, than Massachusetts and South Carolina. Would to God that harmony might again return! Shoulder to shoulder, they went through the Revolution; hand in hand, they stood round the administration of Washington, and felt his own great arm lean on them for support. Unkind feeling, if it exist, alienation and distrust are the growth, unnatural to such soils, - of false principles since sown. They are weeds, the seeds of which that same great arm never scattered. 5. Mr. President, I shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts; she needs none. There she is,― behold her, and judge for yourselves. There is her history, — the world knows it by heart. The past, at least, is secure. There is Boston,* and Concord, and Lexington, and Bunker Hill, — and there they will remain for ever. The bones of her sons, fallen in the great struggle for independence, now lie mingled with the soil of every State from New England to Georgia, and there they will lie for ever. 6. And, sir, where American liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives in the strength of its manhood, and full of its original spirit. If discord and disunion shall wound it, if party strife and blind ambition shall hawk at and tear it, if folly and madness, if uneasiness under salutary and necessary restraints, shall succeed to separate it from that Union by which alone its existence is made sure, it will stand in the end, by the side of that cradle in which its infancy was rocked; it will stretch forth its arm, with whatever of vigor it may retain, over the friends who gather round it; and it will fall at last, if fall it must, amidst the proudest monuments of its own glory, on the very spot of its origin! LESSON LII. THE AMERICAN PATRIOT'S SONG.-ANON. [Let the pupil scan this piece, and tell the kinds of measure in which it is written.] 1. Hark! hear ye the sounds that the winds on their pinions, Exultingly roll from the shore to the sea, * Boston, Con'cord, etc., places of peculiar interest in the history of the Revojution. With a voice that resounds through her boundless do minions? "T is Columbia calls on her sons to be free! 2. Behold on yon summits, where heaven has throned her, How she starts from her proud, inaccessible seat; With nature's impregnable ramparts around her, And the cataract's thunder and foam at her feet! 3. In the breeze of her mountains her loose locks are shaken, While the soul-stirring notes of her warrior-song From the rock to the valley reëcho -"Awaken! Awaken! ye hearts that have slumbered too long!" 4. Yes, despots! too long did your tyranny hold us In a vassalage vile, ere its weakness was known; Till we learned that the links of the chain that controlled us, Were forged by the fears of its captives alone. 5. That spell is destroyed, and no longer availing, 6. Go tame the wild torrent, or stem with a straw The proud surges that sweep o'er the strand that con fines them; But presume not again to give freemen a law, Nor think with the chains they have broken to bind them. 7. To hearts that the spirit of liberty flushes, Resistance is idle, and numbers, a dream; They burst from control, as the mountain stream rushes LESSON LIII. DISTANT VIEW OF THE OCEAN.- PRENTICE. [The reader may note the verses in this piece which exemplify l'ersonl fication. See p. 251.] 1. How beautiful! from his blue throne on high, The Sun looks downward with a face of love Lovelier than that which lifts its arch above, Of flame, is trembling! the wild tempests cease 2. 'Tis sweet, 't is sweet to gaze upon the deep, And muse upon its mysteries. There it rolled, 3. And there it rolls! Age after age has swept Still, there it rolls, unfading and sublime! Moved o'er the waters of the vast abyss! 4. There, there it rolls! I've seen the clouds unfurl Their raven banner from the stormy west; I've seen the wrathful Tempest Spirit hurl - His blue-forked lightnings at the Ocean's breast: The storm-cloud passed, the sinking wave was hushed; Those budding isles were glittering fresh and fair; Serenely bright the peaceful waters blushed, And heaven seemed painting its own beauties there! 5. Ocean, farewell! Upon thy mighty shore, I loved in childhood's fairy hours to dwell; And I shall cease to gaze on thee: farewell! All be as now, but I shall cease to feel. 6. The evening mists are on their silent way, And deeper shadows up the skies ascend. LESSON LIV. THE PRESENT AGE. - CHANNING. [See Rule 9, p. 116, for Exclamations, and Rule 1, p. 154.] 1. The Present Age! In these brief words, what a world of thought is comprehended! what infinite movements! what joys and sorrows! what hope and despair! what faith and |