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Here have I shriek'd in my wild despair,
When the damnéd fiends from their prison came, Sported and gambol'd, and mock'd me here,
With their eyes of fire, and their tongues of flame;
Shouting forever and aye my name ! Woe to the daughters and sons of men !
Woe to them all when I roam again! 3. How long I have been in this dungeon here, Little I know, and nothing I care:
What to me is the day or night? Summer's heat or autumn sere?
Springtide flowers, or winter's blight?
Time! what care I for thy flight?
Nothing love I but this clanking chain. 4. Once I broke from its iron hold:
Nothing I said, but, silent and bold,
Stalk'd through my dungeon-entrance in! 5. Ha! how he shriek'd to see me free!
Ho! how he trembled and knelt to me,
To see the trembling wretch's fright. 6. Ha! how I crush'd his hated bones
'Gainst the jagged wall, and the dungeon-stones ; And plunged my arm a-down his throat,
And dragg'd to life his beating heart,
To see its quivering fibers start!
Fetter'd and held by this iron chain!
Woe to the daughters and sons of men! 7. My frame is shrunk, and my soul is sad,
And devils mock and call me mad.
Friend or hope, I've none !—I've none ! 8 They call’d me mad; they left me here
To my burning thoughts, and the fiend's despair,
I ne'er had crouch'd to that fiend's despair! 9. They come again! They tear my brain!
They tumble and dart through every vein!
THE TRUE REFORMERS.
BY H. GREELEY. 1. To the rightly-constituted mind, to the truly-developed man, there always is, there always must be, opportunity-opportunity to be and to learn, nobly to do and to endure; and what matter whether with pomp and éclat, with sound of trumpets and shout of applauding thousands, or in silence and seclusion, beneath the calm, discerning gaze of heaven? No station can be humble on which that gaze is approvingly bent; no work can be ignoble which is performed uprightly, and not impelled by sordid and selfish aims.
2. Not from among the children of monarchs, ushered into being with boom of cannon and shouts of reveling millions, but from amid the sons of obscurity and toil, cradled in peril and ignominy, from the bulrushes and the manger, come forth the benefactors and saviors of mankind. So when all the babble and glare of our age shall have passed into a fitting oblivion, when those who have enjoyed rare opportunities, and swayed vast empires, and been borne through life on the shoulders of shouting multitudes, shall have been laid at last to rest in golden coffins, to molder forgotten, the stately marble their only monuments, it will be found that some humble youth, who neither inherited nor found, but hewed out, his opportunities, has uttered the thought which shall render the age memorable, by extending the means of enlightenment and blessing to our race.
3, The great struggle for human progress and elevation proceeds noiselessly, often unnoted, often checked and apparently baffled, amid the clamorous and debasing strifes impelled by greedy selfishness, and low ambition. In that struggle, maintained by the wise and good of all parties, all creeds, all climes, bear ye the part of men. Heed the lofty summons, and, with souls serene and constant, prepare to tread boldly in the path of highest duty. So shall life be to you truly exalted and heroic; so sball death be a transition neither sought nor dreaded ; so shall your memory, though cherished at first but by a few humble, loving hearts, linger long and gratefully in human remembrance, a watchword to the truthful and an incitement to generous endeavor, freshened by the proud tears of admiring affection, and fragrant with the odors of heaven!
CASSIUS INSTIGATING BRUTUS TO JOIN THE CONSPIRACI
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
Upon the word,
Cæsar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
'Tis true, this god did shake:
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
Ye gods! it doth amaze me,
6. Brutus, and Cæsar! what should be in that Cæsar?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Age, thou art shamed!
SPEECH ON BEING FOUND GUILTY OF TREASON.
BY THOMAS F. MEAGHER. 1. A JURY of my countrymen, it is true, have found me guilty of the crime for which I stood indicted. For this I entertain