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hberty in the ancient world, by destroying herself. Sword, in modern times, annihilated the Republics of Italy, the atic towns, and the primitive independence of Ireland, Wa. Scotland ? What but the Sword partitioned Poland, assassinati rising liberty of Spain, banished the Huguenots from France, made Cromwell the master, not the servant, of the People ? And what but the Sword of Republican France destroyed the Independence of half of Europe, deluged the continent with tears, devoured its nullions upon millions, and closed the long catalogue of guilt, by founding and defending to the last the most powerful, selfish, and insatiable of military despotisms?
The Sword, indeed, delivered Greece from the Persian invaders, expelled the Tarquins from Rome, emancipated Switzerland and Holland, restored the Bruce to his Throne, and brought Charles to the scaffold. And the Sword redeemed the pledge of the Congress of '76, when they plighted to each other "their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.” And yet, what would the redemption of that pledge have availed towards the establishment of our present Government, if the spirit of American institutions bad not been both the birthright and the birth-blessing of the Colonies? The Indians, the French, the Spaniards, and even England herself, warred in vain against a People, born and bred in the household, at the domestic altar, of Liberty herself. They had never been slaves, for they were born free. The Sword was a herald to proclaim their freedom, but it neither created nor preserved it. A century and a half had already beheld them free in infancy, free in youth, free in early manhood. Theirs was already the spirit of American institutions; the spirit of Christian freedom, of a temperate, regulated freedom, of a rational civil obedience. For such a People, the Sword, the law of violence, did and could do nothing, but sever the bonds which bound her colonial wards to their unnatural guardian. They redeemed their pledge, Sword in hand; but the Sword left them as it found them, unchanged in character, - freemen in thought and in deed, instinct with the immortal spirit of American institutions !
70. ABOU BEN ADHEM.-Leigh Hunt
had made Ben Adhem bold,
“ And is mine one ?” asked Abou. Nay, not so,"
71 POLONIUS TO LAERTES. - - William Shakspeare. Born, 1564 ; died, 1616.
My blessing with you !
72 WHERE IS HE? – Henry Neele. Born, 1798 ; died, 182
“Man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?"
Of her whose wants he loved to tend ;
Where, sweetly lost, he oft would wend.
Those scenes admired no more shall see ;
And she as frir, - but where is he?
No, no! the radiance is not dim,
That used to gild his favorite hill •
Are dear to life and nature still
Neglected must his garden be
And seem to whisper, Where is he?
But where is now his proud display?
Desire could frame; but where are they?
Protected by the circling sca,
Seemed proudly strong, - and where is he?
The fire-side shows a vacant chair ;
And Death displays his banner there !
And what has been no more shall be ;
0! where are they? And where is he ?
73. GROWTH OF INTERNATIONAL SYMPATHIES. - President Wayland. In many respects, the Nations of Christendom_collectively are becoming somewhat analogous to our own Federal Republic. Antiquated distinctions are breaking away, and local animosities are subsiding. The common people of different countries are knowing each other better, esteeming each other more, and attaching themselves to each other by various manifestations of reciprocal good will. It is true, every nation has still its separate boundaries and its individual interests ; but the freedom of commercial intercourse is allowing those interests to adjust themselves to each other, and thus rendering the causes of collision of vastly less frequent occurrence. Local questions are becoming of less, and general questions of greater importance. Thanks be to God, men have at last begun to understand the rights and fcel for the wrongs of each other! Mountains interposed do not so much make enemies of nations. Let the trumpet of alarm be sounded, and its notes are now heard by every nation, whether of Europe or America. Let a voice borne on the feeblest breeze tell that the rights of man are in danger, and it floats over valley and mountain, across continent and ocean, until it has vibrated on the ear of the remotest dweller in Christendom. Let the arm of ("ppression oe raised to crush the feeblest nation on earth, and there will be heard everywhere, if not the shout of defiance, at least the deep-toned mur mur of implacable displeasure. It is the cry of aggrieved, insulted, much-abused man. It is human nature waking in her might from the slumber of ages, shaking herself from the dust of antiquated institutions, girding herself for the combat, and going forth conquering and to conquer; and woe unto the man, woe unto the dynasty, woe unto
ihe party, and woe unto the policy, on whom shall fall the scathe of • her blighting indignation !
74 THE WORTH OF FAME. - Joanna Baillie. Born, 1765; died, 1860.
0! who shall lightly say that Fame
The young from slothful couch will start,
Like them to act a noble part!
All ages past, a blank would be,
A desert bare, a shipless sea ?
To earth-worn pilgrim's wistful eye
That point to immortality?
To gain the distant, happy goal.
75. THE PURSUIT OF FRIVOLOUS PLEASURES. - Young
O, THE dark days of vanity! while here
If time past
Ye well arrayed ! ye lilies of our land !
76. FORGIVE. – Bishop Heber. Born, 1783; died, 1826. O Gop! my sins are manifold; against my life they cry, And all my guilty deeds foregone up to Thy temple fly. Wilt this release my trembling soul, that to despair is driven? * Forgive!” a blesséd voice replied, “and thou shalt be forgiven.” My foemen, Lord, are fierce and fell; they spurn me in their pride They render evil for my good; my patience they deride; Arise! my King! and be the proud in righteous ruin driven! * Forgive !” the awful answer came, “as thou wouldst be forgiven '*