exchangers, and then at my coming I should have received mine own with usury.-Take therefore the talent from him, and give it unto him which hath ten talents.And cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

4. Then began he to upbraid the cities wherein most of his mighty works were done, because they repented not.-Wò unto thee, Chorazin! wò unto thee, Bethsaida! for if the mighty works which were done in you had been done in Ty're and Sìdon,* they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes.-But I say unto you, It shall be more tòlerable for Tyre and Sidon at the day of judgment than for you.-And thou, Capèrnaum, which art exalted unto heaven, shall be brought down to hell for if the mighty works which have been done inthee, had been done in Sòdom, it would have remained until this day.--But I say unto you, That it shall be more tolerable for the land of Sodom, in the day of judgment, than for thee.

5. Such, Sir, was once the disposition of a people, who now surround your throne with reproaches and complaints. Do justice to yourself. Banish from your mind those unworthy opinions, with which some interested persons have labored to possess you. Distrust the men who tell you that the English are naturally light and incònstant; that they complain without a cause. Withdraw your confidence equally from all parties; from ministers, favourites, and relations; and let there be one moment in your life, in which you have consulted your own understanding.

* Even in Tyre and Sidon, is the paraphrase of the emphasis.

6. You have done that, you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;

For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,

That they pass by me, as the idle wind,
5 Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied
For I can raise no money by vile means;

I had rather coin my heart,

me ;-

And drop my bloòd for drachmas, than to wring 10 From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send

To you for gold to pay my legions,

Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius só ?

15 When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,

To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gōds, with all your thunderbōlts,
Dash him to pieces!

7. The war, that for a space did fail,
Now trebly thundering swell'd the gale,
And-Stanley! was the cry ;-
A light on Marmion's visage spread,
And fired his glazing eye:

With dying hand, above his head,

He shook the fragment of bis blade,
And shouted "Victory!

Charge, Chester, charge! òn, Stanley, on!"
Were the last words of Marmion !

S. So judge thou still, presumptuous, till the wrath,

Which thou incurr'st by flying, meet thy flight, Sev'nfold, and scourge that wisdom back to Hèll, Which taught thee yet no better, that no pain 5 Can equal anger infinite provok❜d.

But wherefore thou alone? wherefore with thee Came not all Hell broke loose? is pain to them Less pain, less to be fléd? or thou than they Less hardy to endure? Courageous Chief! 10 The first in flight from pain!-hadst thou allèg'd To thy deserted host this cause of flight,

Thou surely hadst not come sòle fugitive.

9. To whom the warrior Angel soon reply'd.
To say, and straight unsay, pretending first
Wise to fly pain, professing next the spy,
Argues no leader, but a lìar, trac'd,

5 Satan!--and couldst thou faithful add? O name, O sacred name of faithfulness profan'd! Faithful to whom? to thy rebellious créw? Army of Fiends !-fit body to fit head! Was this your discipline and faith engag'd, 10 Your military obedience, to dissolve

Allegiance to th' acknowledg'd Pow'r supreme?
And thou, sly hypocrite, who now wouldst seem
Patron of liberty, who more than thou

Once fawn'd, and crìng'd, and servilely ador'd 15 Heav'n's awful Monarch? wherefore, but in hope To dispossess him, and thyself to reign;

But mark what I arreed thee now ;-Avaùnt :
Fly thither whence thou flèd'st: if from this hour,
Within these hallow'd limits thou appear,

20 Back to th' infērnal pīt I drāg thee chain'd,

And seal thee so, as henceforth not to scorn

The facile gates of Hell too slightly barr'd.

Apostrophe and exclamation, as well as the imperative mode, when accompanied by emphasis, incline the voice to the falling inflection.

10. Oh! deep-enchanting prelude to repose, The dawn of bliss, the twilight of our wòes! Yet half I hear the panting spirit sigh,

It is a dread and awful thing to die!

5 Mysterious worlds! untravell'd by the sun,
Where Time's far wandering tide has never run,
From your unfathom'd shades, and viewless spheres,
A warning comes, unheard by other ears--

'Tis heaven's commanding trumpet, long and loud, 10 Like Sinai's thunder, pealing from the cloud! Daughter of Faith, awake! arìse! illume The dread unknown, the chaos of the tomb! Melt, and dispel, ye spectre doubts, that roll Cimmerian darkness on the parting sòul! 15 Fly, like the moon-eyed herald of dismay,

Chased on his night-steed, by the star of day!
The strife is o'er!-the pangs of nature close,
And life's last rapture triumphs o'er her woes!
Hark! as the spirit eyes, with eagle gaze,
20 The noon of heaven, undazzled by the blaze,
On heavenly winds that waft her to the sky,
Float the sweet tones of star-born melody;
Wild as the hallow'd anthem sent to hail
Bethlehem's shepherds in the lonely vale,

25 When Jordan hush'd his waves, and midnight still
Watch'd on the holy towers of Zion hill!

Friends in the friends of science, and true prayer
Has flow'd from lips wet with Castalian dews.
Such was thy wisdom, Newton, child-like sage !
5 Sagacious reader of the Works of God,

And in his Word sagacious. Such too thine,
Milton, whose genius had angelic wings,
And fed on manna. And such thine, in whom
Our British THEMIS gloried with just cause,
10 Immortal Hàle! for deep discernment prais'd,
And sound integrity, not more, than fam'd
For sanctity of manners undefil'd.

12. These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame,

Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then!
Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heav'ns

5 To us invisible, or dimly seen

In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine.
Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,
'Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs
10 And choral symphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven,
On earth, join all ye creatures to extol

Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,

15 If better thou belong not to the dawn,

Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.