4. My swift and flowing locks before me thrown

Conceal my form,

nor face nor breast is shown,

That thus, as I approach, my coming be not known.

5. "Behind my head no single lock of hair

Invites the hand that fain would grasp it there;
But he who lets me pass- to seize me may despair."

6. " Whom, then, so close behind thee do I see?".
"Her name is Penitence; and Heaven's decree
Hath made all those her prey who profit not by me
7. "And thou, O mortal! who dost vainly ply
These curious questions, thou dost not desery
That now thy time is lost for I am passing by."
FROM THE ITALIAN.

1. COMMON reading and writing—that is, in a word, the use of language as a system of visible and audible signs of thought

is the great prerog'ative of our nature as rational beings. When we have acquired the mastery of this system of audible and visible signs, we have done the greatest thing, as it seems to me, as far as intellect is concerned, which can be done by a rătional man. It is so common that we do not much reflect upon it; but, like other common things, it hides a great mystery of our nature.

2. When we have learned how, by giving an impulse with our vocal organs to the air, by making a few black marks on a piece of paper, to establish a direct sympathy between our invisible and spiritual essence and that of other men, so that they can see and hear what is passing in our minds, just as if thought and feeling themselves were visible and audible, - not only so, when in the same way we establish a communication between mind and mind in ages and countries the most remote,

we have wrought a miracle of human power and skill, which I never reflect upon without awe.

3. Can we realize, sir, that in this way we have, through the medium of the declamation of these children, been addressed

by Demosthenes and Cicero, by Burke and Fox? Well, sir, al this is done by writing, reading and speaking. It is a result of these simple operations.

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4. When you tell me a boy has learned to read, you tell me hat he has entered into an intellectual partnership not only with every living contemporary, but with every mind ever. created that has left a rec'ord of itself on the pages of science and literature, and when he has learned to write, he has acquired the means of speaking to generations and ages that will exist a thousand years hence.

5. It all comes back to the use of language. The press, the electric telegraph, are only improvements in the mode of communication. The wonderful thing is, that the mysterious significance of thought, the invisible action of spirit, can be embodied in sounds and signs addressed to the eye and ear.

6. Instead of wondering that among speaking, writing and reading men, you have occasionally a Shakspeare, a Bacon, or a Franklin, my wonder is to see boys and girls, after a few years' training able to express in written marks and spoken sounds the subtlest shades of thought, and that in two or three languages.

EVERETT.

CLI. - RETURN OF BRITISH FUGITIVES AFTER THE REVO

LUTION.

1. I VENTURE to prophesy there are those now living who will see this favored land amongst the most powerful on earth,able, sir, to take care of herself, without resorting to that policy, which is always so dangerous, though sometimes unavoidable, of calling in foreign aid. Yes, sir, they will see her great in arts and in arms, her golden harvests waving over fields of immeasurable extent, her commerce penetrating the most distant seas, and her cannon silencing the vain boasts of those who now proudly affect to rule the waves. But, sir, you must have men, you cannot get along without them.

2. Those heavy forests of valuable timber, under which your lands are groaning, must be cleared away. Those vast riches

which cover the face of your soil, as well as those which lie hid in its bosom, are to be developed and gathered only by tre skil and enterprise of men. Your timber, sir, must be worked up into ships, to transport the productions of the soil from which it aas been cleared. Then, you must have commercial men and commercial capital, to take off your productions, and find the best markets for them abroad. Your great want, sir, is the want of men; and these you must have, and will have speedily, if you are wise.

3. Do you ask how you are to get them? Open your doors, sir, and they will come in! The population of the Old World is full to overflowing. That population is ground, too, by the oppressions of the governments under which they live. Sir, they are already standing on tiptoe upon their native shores, and looking to your coasts with a wistful and longing eye. They see here a land blessed with natural and political advantages which are not equalled by those of any other country upon earth; -a land on which a gracious Providence hath emptied the horn of abundance, - a land over which Peace hath now stretched forth her white wings, and where Content and Plenty lie down at every door!

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4. Sir, they see something still more attractive than all this They see a land in which Liberty hath taken up her abode, — that Liberty whom they had considered as a fabled goddess, existing only in the fancies of poets. They see her here a real divinity; her altars rising on every hand, throughout these happy states; her glories chanted by three millions of tongues, and the whole region smiling under her blessed influence.

5. Sir, let but this, our celestial goddess, Liberty, stretch forth her fair hand toward the people of the Old World, - tell them to come, and bid them welcome, and you will see them pouring in from the north, from the south, from the east, and from the west. Your wildernesses will be cleared and settled your deserts will smile, your ranks will be filled, and you will soon be in a condition to defy the power of any adversary.

6. But gentlemen object to any accession from Great Britain, and particularly to the return of the British refugees. Sir, I

feel no objection to the return of those deluded people. Tncy have, to be sure, mistaken their own interests most wofully; and most wofully have they suffered the punishment due to their offences. But the relations which we bear to them, and to their native country, are now changed. Their king has acknowledged our independence; the quarrel is over; peace has returned, and found us a free people.

7. Let us have the magnanimity, sir, to lay aside our antipathies and prejudices, and consider the subject in a political light. They are an enterprising, moneyed class. They will be serviceable in taking off the surplus produce of our lands, and supplying us with necessaries, during the infant state of our manufactures. Even if they be inimical to us in point of feeling and principle, I can see no objection, in a political view, to making them tributary to our advantage. And, as I have no prejudices to prevent my making this use of them, so, sir, I have no fear of mischief that they can do us. Afraid of them! What, sir, shall we, who have laid the proud

any

now be afraid of his whelps?

British lion at our feet,

PATRICK HENRY.

CLII. THE DRUM.

YONDER is a little drum, hanging on the wall;

Dusty wreaths and tattered flags round about it fall.

A shepherd youth on Cheviot's hills watched the sheep whose skin
A cunning workman wrought, and gave the little drum its din:
And happy was the shepherd-boy whilst tending of his fold,
Nor thought he there was in the world a spot like Cheviot's wold
And so it was for many a day; but change with time will come
And he (alas for him the day!) — he heard the little drum.
"Follow," said the drummer-boy, "would you live in story!
For he who strikes a foeman down wins a wreath of glory."

Rub-a-dub! and rub-a-dub!" the drummer beats away
The shepherd lets his bleating flock on Cheviot wildly stray.
On Egypt's ärid wastes of sand the shepherd now is lying;
Around him many a parching tongue for "water" faintly crying
D, that he were on Cheviot's hills, with velvet verdure spread,
Or lying 'mid the blooming heath where oft he made his bed!

Or could he drink of those sweet rills that trickle to its vales,
Or breathe once more the balminess of Cheviot's mountain gales
At length upon his wearied eyes the mists of slumber come,
And he is in his home again till wakened by the drum!
To arms to arms!" his leader cries; "the foe the foe is

nigh!"

Guns loudly roar, steel clanks on steel, and thousands fall to die, The shepherd's blood makes red the sand: "O! water — give

me some!

My voice might reach a friendly ear-but for that little drum!"

'Mid moaning men, and dying men, the drummer kept his way, And many a one by "glory" lured abhorred the drum that day "Kub-a-dub! and rub-a-dub!" the drummer beat aloudThe shepherd died! and, ere the morn, the hot sand was his

shroud.

And this is "glory"?

follow,

Yes; and still will man the tempter

Nor learn that glory, like its drum, is but a sound — and hollow

CLIII. CAIUS MARIUS TO THE ROMANS,

IN REPLY TO OBJECTIONS TO HIS GENERALSHIP.

1. You have committed to my conduct, O Romans, the war against Jugurtha. The Patricians are offended at this. "He has no family statues!" they exclaim: "he can point to no illustrious line of ancestors! What then? Will dead ancestors, will motionless statues, help fight your battles? Will it avail your general to appeal to these in the perilous hour?

2. Rare wisdom would it be, my countrymen, to intrust the command of your army to one whose only qualification for it would be the virtue of his forefathers; to one untried and inexperienced, but of most unexceptionable family; who could not show a solitary scar, but any number of ancestral statues; whe knew not the first rudiments of war, but was very perfect in pedigrees!

3. Truly, I have known of such holiday heroes,-- raised because of family considerations, to a command for which they