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In Reason's light. — Not oft she visits earth,

But her majestic port, the willing mind,
Through Faith, may sometimes see. Give her thy soul,
Nor faint, though Error's surges loudly 'gainst thee roll
Be free — not chiefly from the iron chain,

But from the one which Passion forges — be
The master of thyself. If lost, regain

The rule o'er chance, sense, circumstance. Be free.
Trample thy proud lusts proudly 'neath thy feet,
And stand erect, as for a heaven-born one is meet.
Seek Virtue. Wear her armor to the fight;

Then, as a wrestler gathers strength from strife,
Shalt thou be nerved to a more vigorous might

By each contending, turbulent ill of life.
Seek Virtue. — She alone is all divine;
And having found, be strong, in God's own strength and thing
Truth - Freedom Virtue — these, dear child, have power,

If rightly cherished, to uphold, sustain,
And bless thy spirit, in its darkest hour ;

Neglect them — thy celestial gifts are vain
In dust shall thy weak wing be dragged and soiled;
Thy soul be crushed 'ncath gauds for which it basely toiled

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33. AMERICA'S CONTRIBUTIONS TO TIIE WORLD. Gulian C. Verplanck. What, it is asked, has this Nation done to repay the world for the benefits we have received from others ? Is it nothing for the universal good of mankind to have carried into successful operation a system of self-government, -uniting personal liberty, freedom of opinion, and equality of rights, with national power and dignity, - such as had before existed only in the Utopian dreams of philosophers? Is it nothing, in moral science, to have anticipated, in sober reality, numerous plans of reform in civil and criminal jurisprudence, which are, but now received as plausible theories by the politicians and econoits of Europe? Is it nothing to have been able to call forth, on every emergency, either in war or peace, a body of talents always cqual to the difficulty ? Is it nothing to have, in less than half a century, exceedingly improved the sciences of political euromy, of law, and of medicine, with all their auxiliary branches to have enriched human knowledge by the accumulation of a great mass of useful facts and observations, and to have augmented the power and the comforts of civilized man by miracles of mechanical invention ? Is it nothing to have given the world examples of disinterested patriotisin, of political wisdom, of public virtue; of learning, eloquence and valor, never exerted save for some praiseworthy end? It is sufficient to have briefly suggested these considerations; every mind would anticipate me in filling up the details.

No, Land of Liberty!- thy children have no cause to blusb for thee. What, though the arts have reared few monuments among us, and scarce a trace of the Muse's footstep is found in the paths of our forests, or along the banks of our rivers, — yet our soil has been consecrated by the blood of heroes, and by great and holy deeds of peace. Its wide extent has become one vast temple, and hallowed asylum, sanctified by the prayers and blessings of the persecuted of every sect, and the wretched of all Nations. Land of Refuge, Land of Benedictions ! — Those prayers still arise, and they still are heard: “May peace be within thy walls, and plenteousness within thy palaces!” “Nay there be no decay, no leading into captivity, and no complaining, in thy streets !" • May truth flourish out of the carth, and righteousness look down from Heaven!”

39. THE TRCE KING.-- Translated from Seneca, by Leigh Hunt.

Tis not wealth that makes a King,
Nor the purple coloring ;
Nor a brow that 's bound with gold,
Nor gate on mighty hinges rolled.
The King is his, who, void of fear,
Looks abroad with bosom clear ;
Who can tread ambition down,
Nor be swayed by smile or frown;
Ner for all the treasure cares,
That mine conceals, or harvest wears,
Or that golden sands deliver,
Bosomed in a glassy river.
What shall move his placid might?
Not the headlong thunder-light,
Nor all the shapes of slaughter's trade,
With onward lance, or fiery blade.
Safe, with wisdom for his crown,
He looks on all things calmly down;
He welcomes Fate, when Fate is near
Nor taints his dying breath with fear.
No - to fear not earthly thing,
This it is that makes the King;
And all of us, whoe'er we be
May carve us out that royalty.

10 DEATH IS COMPENSATION. - Original Trans. from Rousseau. B. 1712; d. 1778.

The more intimately I enter into communion with myself, — the 901e I consult my own intelligence, - the more legibly do I find writ. ten in iny sou, these words BE JUSI, AYT THCO SHALT BE HAPPY! But let ug not base our expectations upon the present state of things. 'The wickcd prosper, and the just remain oppressed. At this frustration of our hopes, our indignation is kindleu. Conscience takes umbrage, and murmurs against its Author; it inurmurs - Thou hast deceived me!–“I have deceived thee, say'st thou? How dost thou know it? Who has proclaimed it to thee ! Is thy soul annibilated ? Hast thou coased to exist ? O, Brutus: O, my son: Soil not thy noble life by turning thine own hand against it. Leave not thy hope and thy glory with thy mortal body on the field of Philippi. Why dost thou say, virtue is nothing, when thou goest to enjoy thu price of thine? Thou goest to die, thou thinkest; no, thou goest to live, and it is then that I shall fulfil all that I have promised thee."

One would say, from the murmurs of impatient mortals, that God owed them recompense before merit, and that He ought to requite their virtue in advance. O! let us first be good, and afterwards we shall be happy. Let us not exact the prize before the victory, nor the wagos before the labor. It is not on the course, says Plutarch, that the conquerors in our games are crowned ; it is after they have gone cver it. If the soul is immaterial, it can survive the body; and, in that survival, Providence is justified. Though I were to have no other proof of the immateriality of the soul than the triumph of the wicked and the oppression of the just in this world, that spectacle alone would prevent my doubting the reality of the life after death. So shocking a dissonance in this universal harmony would make me seek to explain it. I should say to myself: “ All does not finish for e with this mortal life; what succeeds shall make concord of what Tent before."

a. FATE OF CHARLES THE TWELFTII.- Samuel Johnson. Born, 1709; died. 1784

On what foundation stands the warrior's prido
How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide'
A frame of adamant, a soul of fire,
No dangers fright him, and no labors tire;
O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain,
Unconquered lord of plcasure and of pain;
No joys to him pacific sceptres yield,
War sounds the trump, he rushes to the field ,
Behold surrounding Kings their powers combine
And one capitulate, and one resign;
Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in rain,
"Think nothing gained," he cries, "till naught remain;
On Moscow's walls till Gothic standards fly,
And all be mine bencath the Polar sky."
The march begins in military stato,
And Nations on his eye suspended wait;
Stern Famine guards the solitary coast,

And Winter barricades the realms of Frost;
He comes

nor want nor cold his course delay; -
Hide, blushing Glory, hide Pultowa's day!
The vanquished hero leaves his broken bands,
And shows his miseries in distant lands;
Condemned a needy supplicant to wait,
While ladies interpose, and slaves debate.
But did not Chance at length her error mend ?
Did no subverted empire mark his end ?
Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ?
Or hostile millions press him to the ground?
His fall was destined to a barren strand,
A petty fortress, and a dubious hand;
He left the name, at which the world grew pale,
To point a moral, or adorn a tale!

42. OUR DUTIES TO THE REPUBLIC.-- Judge Slory. Born, 1779; died, 1848

The Old World has already revcaled to us, in its unsealed books, the beginning and end of all its own marvellous struggles in the cause of liberty. Greece, lovely Greece,

« The land of scholars and the nurse of arms," where Sister Republics, in fair procession, chanted the praises of lily erty and the Gods, where and what is she? For two thousand years the oppressor has ground her to the earth. Her arts are no more, The last sad relics of her temples are but the barracks of a ruthless soldiery. The fragments of her columns and her palaces are in the dust, yet beautiful in ruins. She fell not when the mighty were upon her. Her sons were united at Thermopylæ and Marathon; and the tide of her triumph rolled back upon the Hellespont. She was conquered by her own factions. She fell by the hands of her own People. The man of Macedonia did not the work of destruction. It was already done, by her own corruptions, banishments, and dissensions. Rome, republican Rome, whose eagles glanced in the rising and setting sun, - where and what is she? The eternal city yet remains, proud even in her desolation, noble in her decline, venerable in the majesty of religion, and calm as in the composure of death, 'T'he malaria has but travelled in the paths worn by her destroyers. More than eighteen centuries have mourned over the loss of her empire. A mortal disease was upon her vitals before Cæsar had crossed the Rubicon; and Brutus did not restore her health by the deep probings of the Senate-chamber. The Goths, and Vandals, and Huns, the swarms of the North, completed only what was already begun at home. Romans betrayed Rome. The Legions were bought and sold; but the People offered the tribute money,

We stand the latest, and, if we fail, probably the last experiment of self-government by the Penple. We have begun it under circumstances of the most auspicious nature. We are in the vigor ol youth. Our growth has never been checked by the oppressions of tyranny. Our constitutions have never been enfeebled by the rices or luxuries of the Old World. Such as we are, we have been from the beginning, - simple, hardy, intelligent, accustomed to self-government, and to self-respect. The Atlantic rolls between us and any formi. dable foe. Within our own territory, stretching through many degrees of latitude and longitude, we have the choice of many products, and many means of independence. The Government is mild. The Press is free. Religion is free. Knowledge reaches, or may reach, every home. What fairer prospect of success could be presented ? What means more adequate to accomplish the sublime end? What more is necessary than for the People to preserve what they have themselves created ? Already has the age caught the spirit of our institutions. It has already ascended the Andes, and snuffed the breczes of both oceans. It has infused itself into the life-blood of Europe, and warmed the sunny plains of France and the low lands of Holland. It has touched the philosophy of Germany and the North; and, moving onward to the South, has opened to Greece the lessons of her better days. Can it be that America, under such circumstances, ca? betray herself? Can it be that she is to be added to the catalogue of Republics, the inscription upon whose ruins is : THEY WERE, BUT THEY ARE NOT ? Forbid it, my countrymen! Forbid it, Heaven !

43. LOVE OF COUNTRY AND HOME. - James Montgomery

THERE is a land, of every land the pride,
Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside ;
Where brighter suns dispense serener light,
And milder moons emparadise the night;
There is a spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest,
Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside
His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride,
While in his softened looks benignly blend
The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend ;-
“Where shall that land, that spot of earth, be found”?
Art thou a man? — a patriot? — look around !
0, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam,
That land thy country, and that spot thy home!

On Greenland's rocks, o'er rude Kamschatka's plaing.
In pale Siberia's desolate domains ;
When the wild hunter takes his lonely way,
Tracks through tempestuous snows his savage prey,
Or, wrestling with the might of raging seas,
Where round the Pole the eternal billows freeze,

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