Tell him, we play unequal game,
Whene'er we shoot by Fancy's aim;
And ere he strip him for her race,
Show the conditions of the chase.

3. Two sisters by the goal are set,
Cold Disappointment and Regret :
One disenchants the winner's eyes,
And strips of all its worth the prize;
While one augments its gaudy show,
More to enhance the loser's woe.
The victor sees his fairy gold

Transformed, when won, to drossy mould;
But still the vanquished mourns his loss,
And rucs, as gold, that glittering dross.

SCOT

LX. MISCELLANEOUS EXTRACTS FROM WASHINGTON'S

WRITINGS.

1. BORN in a land of liberty; having early learned its value; having engaged in the perilous conflict to defend it; having, in a word, devoted the best years of my life to secure its permanent establishment in my own country; my anxious recollections, my sympathetic feelings, and my best wishes, are irresistibly attracted, whensoever in any country I see an oppressed nation unfurl the banners of freedom.

2. . . The name of American, which belongs to you in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of pātriot ism, more than any appellation derived from local discrimina tions, With slight shades of difference, you have the same religion, manners, habits, and political principles. You have, in a common cause, fought and triumphed together. The independence and liberty you possess are the work of joint counsels and joint efforts, of common dangers, sufferings, and

successes.

3. . . This government, this offspring of our choice, uninfluenced

and unawed, adopted upon full investigation and mature delib eration, completely free in its principles, in the distribution of its powers uniting security with energy, and containing within itself a provision for its own amendment, has a just claim to your confidence and your support. Respect for its authority, compliance with its laws, acquiescence in its measures, are duties enjoined by the fundamental maxims of liberty.

4... My policy, in our foreign transactions, has been to cultivate peace with all the world; to observe the treaties with pure and absolute faith; to check every deviation from the line of impartiality; to explain what may have been misapprehended, and correct what may have been injurious to any nation; and, having thus acquired the right, to lose no time in acquiring the ability to insist upon justice being done to ourselves.

5... A slender acquaintance with the world must convince every man that actions, not words, are the true criterion of the attachment of friends; and that the most liberal professions of good-will are very far from being the surest marks of it. I should be happy if my own experience had afforded fewer exam ples of the little dependence to be placed upon them.

6. . . There is no truth more thoroughly established than that there exists, in the economy and course of nature, an indis ́soluble union between virtue and happiness, between duty and advantage, between the genuine maxims of an honest and magnanimous policy and the solid rewards of public prosperity and felicity.

7... Let us unite in imploring the Supreme Ruler of nations to spread his holy protection over the United States; to turn the machinations of the wicked to the confirming of our constitution; to enable us, at all times, to root out internal sedition, and put invasion to flight; to perpetuate to our country that prosperity which His goodness has already conferred, and to verify the anticipations of this government being a safeguard of human rights.

8. . . In looking forward to that awful moment when I must bid adieu to sublunary things, I anticipate the consolation of leaving our country in a prosperous condition. And while the

curtain of separation shall be drawing, my last breath will, I trust, expire in a prayer for the temporal and eternal felicity of those who have not only endeavored to gild the evening of my days with unclouded serenity, but extended their desires to my happiness hereafter, in a brighter world.

9... Observe good faith and justice towards all nations; cultivate peace and harmony with all. Religion and morality enjoin this conduct; and can it be that good policy does not equally enjoin it? Can it be that Providence has not connected the permanent felicity of a nation with its virtue? The experi. ment, at least, is recommended by every sentiment which ennobles human nature.

10... Conscious integrity has been my unceasing support; and, while it gave me confidence in the measures 1 pursued, the belief of it, by acquiring to me the confidence of my fellow-citizens, insured the success which those measures have had. This consciousness will accompany me in my retirement. Without it public applause could be viewed only as a proof of public error and felt as the upbraiding of personal demerit.

LXI.

THE BITTER GOURD.

1. LOKMAN THE WISE (therefore the good

for wise

Is but sage good, seeing with final eyes)
Was slave once to a lord, jealous though kind,
Who, piqued sometimes at the man's master mind,
Gave him, one day, to see how he would treat
So strange a grace, a bitter gourd to eat.

2. With simplest reverence, and no surprise,
The sage received what stretched the donor's eyes.
And, piece by piece, as though it had been food
To feast and gloat on, every morsel chewed:
And so stood eating, with his patient beard,
Till all the nauseous favor disappeared.

3 Vexed and confounded, and disposed to find

Some ground of scorn on which to ease his mind,
"Lokman! exclaimed the master, in Heaven's name

How can a slave himself become so tame?
Have all my favors been bestowed amiss?

Or could not brains like thine have saved thee this?

1. Calmly stood Lokman still, as Duty stands,
"Have I received," he answered, "at thy hands
Favors so sweet they went to my heart's root,
And could I not accept one bitter fruit?"
5. "O! Lokman," said his lord (and, as he spoke,
For very love his words in softness broke),
"Take but this favor yet: be slave no more;
Be, as thou art, my friend and counsellor ;
O! be; nor let me quit thee, self-abhorred;
'Tis I that am the slave, and thou the lord!

LXII.

EI

HUNT.

ΕΙ

JAFFAR: AN EASTERN TRADITION.
1. JAFFAR', the Bar'mec-ide, the good vizier,
The poor man's hope, the friend without a peer, -
Jaffar' was dead, slain by a doom unjust!
And guilty Ha'roun, sullen with mistrust
Of what the good and e'en the bad might say,
Ordained that no man living, from that day,
Should dare to speak his name, on pain of death :-
All Araby and Persia held their breath.

2. All but the brave Mondeer. He, proud to show
How far for love a grateful soul could go,
And facing death for very scorn and grief
(For his great heart wanted a great relief),
Stood forth in Bagdad daily in the square,
Where once had stood a happy house; and there
Harangued the tremblers at the scimitar

On all they owed to the divine Jaffar'.

3. "Bring me the man!" the caliph cried. - The man

Was brought, was gazed upon. The mutes began
To bind his arms. "Welcome, brave cords!" cried he.
"From bonds far worse Jaffar' delivered me.

From wants, from shames, from loveless household fears

Made a man's eyes friends with delicious tears;
Restored me, loved me, put me on a par
With his great self. How can I pay Jaffar'?'

4. Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this

The mightiest vengeance could but fall amiss,
Now deigned to smile, as one great lord of fate
Might smile another half as great,
upon

And said: "Let worth grow frenzied, if it will;
The caliph's judgment shall be master still.

Go; and, since gifts thus move thee, take this gem,
The richest in the Tartar's diadem,

And hold the giver as thou deemest fit."

5. "Gifts!" cried the friend. He took; and, holding it High toward the heaven, as though to meet his star, Exclaimed, “This, too, I owe to thee, Jaffar'!"

HUNT

A BOAT RACE, AND WRECK OF A BOAT.

1. ONE gusty day, now stormy and now still,
I stood apart upon the western hill,
And saw a race at sea: a gun was heard,
And two contending boats at length appeared:
Equal a while; then one was left behind,
And for a moment had her chance resigned,
When, in that moment, up a sail they drew
Not used before their rivals to pursue.

2.

Strong was the gale! in hurry now there came

Men from the town, their thoughts, their fears, the same

And women, too! affrighted maids and wives,

All deeply feeling for their sailors' lives.

The strife continued: in a glass we saw
The desperate efforts, and we stood in awe,
When the last boat shot suddenly before,
Then filled and sank, and could be seen no more!