While the same sunbeam shines upon And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven 'Twas when the golden orb had set, While on their knees they lingered yet, "Joy! joy!" she cried, "my task is done- THOMAS MOORE. MILITARY SUPREMACY DANGEROUS TO LIBERTY. RECALL to your recollection the free nations which have gone before us. Where are they now? "Gone glimmering through the dream of things that were, A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an hour." And how have they lost their liberties? If we could transport ourselves to the ages when Greece and Rome flourished in their greatest prosperity, and, mingling in the throng, should ask a Grecian if he did not fear that some daring military chieftain covered with glorysome Philip or Alexander-would one day overthrow the liberties of his country, the confident and indignant Grecian would exclaim, "No! no! we have nothing to fear from our heroes; our liberties will be eternal." If a Roman citizen had been asked if he did not fear that the conqueror of Gaul might establish a throne upon the ruins of public liberty, he would have instantly repelled the unjust insinuation. Yet Greece fell; Cæsar passed the Rubicon, and the patriotic arm even of Brutus could not preserve the liberties of his devoted country. We are fighting a great moral battle, for the benefit, not only of our country, but of all mankind. The eyes of the whole world are in fixed attention upon us. One, and the largest portion of it, is gazing with contempt, with jealousy, and with envy; the other portion, with hope, with confidence, and with affection. Everywhere the black cloud of Legitimacy is suspended over the world, save only one bright spot, which breaks out from the political hemisphere of the West, to enlighten, and animate, and gladden the human heart. Observe that, by the downfall of liberty here, all mankind are enshrouded in a pall of universal darkness. To you belongs the high privilege of transmitting, unimpaired, to posterity, the fair character and liberty of our country. Do you expect to execute this high trust by trampling or suffering to be trampled down, law, justice, the Constitution, and the rights of the people? by exhibiting examples of inhumanity, and cruelty, and ambition? Beware how you give a fatal sanction, in this infant period of our Republic, scarcely yet two-score years old, to military insubordination. Remember that Greece had her Alexander, Rome her Cæsar, England her Cromwell, France her Bonaparte, and that, if we would escape the rock on which they split, we must avoid their HENRY CLAY. errors. A MITHER'S KNEE. T mither's knee I waitin' stood, The bauldest o' the bairnheid brood:- Her han' she placed upon my heid; An' syne it mould'red with the deid, Hoo, then, she leuked our hale life thro', A roguish, rompin' bairn was I, Wi, een deep-set, blue-blinkin', Wha speir'd o' things baith laigh and high, An' had a way o' thinkin'; Her leuk o' lo'e could mak' the tear Adoon my cheek fast trickle But, ah, nae bairn lang face lang wears, L She never thought her wark was gran', For, like the sources o' the burn, THE FINDING OF THE CROSS. For Missionary Meetings. ISTEN! I will tell a legend of a land beyond the sea; Listen! I will tell a legend, strange, and strangely sweet to me, Of the days of superstition, when the hearts of men were led From the Saviour's dying sorrow, to the cross whereon He bled; When they worshiped less the Saviour, than the cross on which He died; When they held aloft a symbol, till the type was glorified. 1 But the cross they counted sacred-so the weird tradi Vanished from sight of mortals, how or wherefore, none could know. So they journeyed late and early, hoping they might find again, Raise, and hold it up forever, in the sight of doubting men. Watchers waited on each summit, on each towering mountain height, For the signal which should tell them that the cross was brought to light. Long and far the pilgrims journeyed, long they sought in patient trust, Till at last they found their object, rudely trampled in the dust. Lo! a sudden cry of gladness over plain and valley rung, And a chorus of thanksgiving for the sacred cross was sung; On the nearest mountain summit soon a fire was all aglow, Blazing forth the joyful tidings to the waiting hearts below. Watchers on another mountain saw the fire that burned afar, Shining through the dark and distance like a glory giving star. So they quickly gathered fagots, lit them up, and sent the word To another group of watchers, till the hearts of men were stirred. And from summit unto summit thus the signals passed along, |