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not to transfer to a tablet or a column the tribute which is due from yourselves. Just honor to Washington can only be rendered by observing his precepts and imitating his example. He has built his own monument. We, and those who come after us, in successive generations, are its appointed, its privileged guardians. The wide-spread republic is the future monument to Washington. Maintain its independence. Uphold its constitution. Preserve its union. Defend its liberty. Let it stand before the world in all its original strength and beauty, securing peace, order, equality, and freedom to all within its boundaries, and shedding light, and hope, and joy upon the pathway of human liberty throughout the world,—and Washington needs no other monument. Other structures may fully testify our veneration for him; this, this alone can adequately illustrate his services to mankind.

4. Nor does he need even this. The republic may perish; the wide arch of our ranged union may fall; star by star, its glories may expire; stone by stone, its columns and its capital may molder and crumble; all other names which adorn its annals may be forgotten; but, as long as human hearts shall anywhere pant, or human tongues shall anywhere plead, for a true, rational, constitutional liberty, those hearts shall enshrine the memory, and those tongues shall prolong the fame, of GEORGE WASHINGTON.

LESSON CLXXXIX.

RUM'S MANIAC.

BY DR. NOTT.
1. “ Why am I thus ?” the maniac cried, .

“ Confined ’mid crazy people? Why?
I am not mad: knave, stand aside!

I'll have my freedom, or I'll die;
It's not for cure that here I've come;
I tell thee all I want is rum !-

I must have rum!
2. “Sane? yes, and have been all the while; .

Why, then, tormented thus? 'Tis sad :
Why chain'd, and held in duress vile?

The men who brought me here were mad;
I will not stay where specters come;
Let me go home : I must have rum!

I must have rum !

3.6'T'is he! 'tis he! my aged sire!

What has disturb’d thee in thy grave ?
Why bend on me that eye of fire ?

Why torment, since thou canst not save? .
Back to the churchyard whence you've come!
Return, return! but send me rum!

Oh, send me rum !
4. “Why is my mother musing there,

On that same consecrated spot,
Where once she taught me words of prayer ?

But now she hears, she heeds me not.
Mute in her winding-sheet she stands;
Cold, cold, I feel her icy hands !

Her icy hands!
5. “It won't wash out, that crimson stain !

I've scour'd those spots, and made them white ;
Blood reappears again, again,

Soon as the morning brings the light!
When from my sleepless couch I come,
To see—to feel !-Oh, give me rum!

I must have rum!
6. “'Twas there I heard his piteous cry,

And saw his last imploring look,
But steeld my heart, and bade him die,

Then from him golden treasure took.
Accurséd treasure! stinted sum!
Reward of guilt! Give, give me rum !

Oh, give me rum!
7. "Hark! still I hear that piteous wail !

Before my eyes his specter stands;
And when it frowns on me I quail !

Oh, I would fly to other lands,
But that, pursuing, there 'twould come:
There's no escape! Oh, give me rum !

Oh, give me rum!
8. “Guard, guard those windows ! bar that does

Yonder I armed bandits see!
They've robb’d my house of all its store,

And now return to murder me;
They're breaking in! don't let them come!
Drive, drive them hence! but give me rum !

Oh, give me rum !

9. “See how that rug those reptiles soil !

They're crawling o'er me in my bed !
I feel their clammy, snaky coil

On every limb,-around my head;
With forked tongue I see them play;
I hear them hiss ! tear them away!

. Tear them away!
10. “A fiend ! a fiend ! with many a dart,

Glares on me with his blood-shot eye,
And aims his missiles at my heart:

Oh, whither, whither shall I fly!
Fly? 'no! it is no time for flight !

Fiend! I know thy hellish purpose well!
Avaunt, avaunt, thou hated sprite,

And hie thee to thy native hell!
11. “He's gone ! he's gone! and I am free!

He's gone, the faithless, braggart liar;
He said he'd come to summon me:

See there again ! my bed's on fire !
Fire ! water! help! Oh, haste, I die!

The flames are kindling round my head !
The smoke I'm strangling—cannot fiy !

Oh, suatch me from this burning bed ! 12. “ There ! there again! that demon's there,

Crouching to make a fresh attack !
See how his flaming eyeballs glare !

Thoú fiend of fiends, what's brought thee back? · Back in thy car? for whom ? for where?

He smiles, he beckons me to come!
What are those words thou'st written there ?--

In hell they never want for rum !
Not want for rum? Read that again!

. I feel the spell ! haste, drive me down
Where rum is free, where revelers reign,

And I can wear the drunkard's crown! 13 Accept thy proffer, fiend? I will,

And to thy drunken banquet come;
Fill the great caldron from thy still

With boiling, burning, fiery rum;
There will I quench this horrid thirst,

With boon companions drink and dwel,
Nor plead for rum, as here I must :

There's liberty to drink in hell !”

14. Thus raved that maniac rum had made;.

Then, starting from his haunted bed,
« On, on! ye demons, on !” he said,

Then silent sunk : his soul had fled.
Scoffer, beware! he in that shroud
Was once a temperate drinker, too !

LESSON CXC.

EXTRACT FROM A SPEECH MADE AT WASHINGTON, D. C.,

JULY 4, 1851.

BY DANIEL WEBSTER. 1. FELLOW-CITIZENS :—What contemplations are awakened in our minds, as we assemble here to re-enact a scene like that performed by Washington! Methinks I see his venerable form now before me, as presented in the glorious statue by Houdon, now in the Capitol of Virginia. He is dignified and grave; but concern and anxiety seem to soften the lineaments of his countenance. The government over which he presides is yet in the crisis of experiment. Not free from troubles at home, he sees the world in commotion and arms all around him. He sees that imposing foreign powers are half disposed to try the strength of the recently-established American Government. We perceive that mighty thoughts, mingled with fears as well as with hopes, are struggling within him. He heads a short procession over these then naked fields; he crosses yonder stream, on a fallen tree; he ascends to the top of this eminence, whose original oaks of the forest stand as thick around him as if the spot had been devoted to druidical worship; and here he performs the appointed duty of the day..

2. And now, fellow-citizens, if this vision were a reality,-if Washington actually were now amongst us, and if he could draw around him the shades of the great public men of his own days,--patriots and warriors, orators and statesmen,—and were to address us in their presence, would he not say to us, “Ye men of this generation, I rejoice, and thank God for being able to see that our labors, and toils, and sacrifices were not in vain You are prosperous; you are happy; you are grateful. The fire of liberty burns brightly and steadily in your hearts, while duty and the law restrain it from bursting forth in wild and destructive conflagration. Cherish liberty, as you love it; cherish its securities, as you wish to preserve it. Maintain the Constitution which we labored so painfully to establish, and which has been to you such a source of inestimable blessings. Preserve the union of the States, cemented as it was by our prayers, our tears, and our blood. Be true to God, to your country, and to your duty. So shall the whole Eastern world follow the morning sun to contemplate you as a nation; so shall all succeeding generations honor you as they honor us; and so shall that Almighty Power which so graciously protected us, and which now protects you, shower its everlasting blessings upon you and your posterity !"

. 3. Great father of your country! we heed your words ; we feel their force, as if you now uttered them with lips of flesh and blood. Your example teaches us, your affectionate addresses teach us, your public life teaches us, your sense of the value of the blessings of the Union. Those blessings our fathers have tasted, and we have tasted, and still taste. Nor do we intend that those who come after us shall be denied the same high fruition. Our honor, as well as our happiness, is concerned. We cannot, we dare not, we will not, betray our sacred trust. We will not filch from posterity the treasure placed in our hands to be transmitted to other generations. The bow that gilds the clouds in the heavens, the pillars that uphold the firmament, may disappear and fall away in the hour appointed by the will of God; but, until that day comes, or so long as our lives may last, no ruthless band shall undermine that bright arch of Union and Liberty which spans the continent from Washington to California !

LESSON CXCI.

THE LEPER.

BY N. P. WILLIS.
1. “Room for the leper! room !” And, as he came,
The cry pass'd on :-"Room for the teper ! room!”

And aside they stood,
Matron, and child, and pitiless manhood, -all
Who met him on his way,—and let him pass.
And onward through the open gate he came,
A leper, with the ashes on his brow,
Sackcloth about his loins, and on his lip
A covering, stepping painfully and slow,
And with a difficult utterance, like one

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