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2. Oh, Liberty! thou goddess heavenly bright!
Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight!
Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign,
And smiling Plenty leads thy wanton train.

3. A day, an hour of virtuous liberty,
Is worth a whole eternity of bondage.

ADDISON'S Italy.

ADDISON'S Cato.

4. The greatest glory of a free-born people,
Is to transmit that freedom to their children.

5. But slaves, that once conceive the glowing thought
Of freedom, in that hope itself possess
All that the contest calls for ;-spirit, strength,
The scorn of danger, and united hearts,
The surest presage of the good they seek.

6. 'Tis liberty alone that gives the flowers Of fleeting life their lustre and perfume, And we are weeds without it.

HAVARD.

COWPER'S Task.

7.

COWPER'S Task.

Easier were it

To hurl the rooted mountain from its base,
Than force the yoke of slavery upon men
Determin'd to be free.

8. We will not be the traitor slaves,

While heaven has light, or earth has graves.

9. Go, tame the wild torrent, or stem with a straw

SOUTHEY.

The proud surges that sweep o'er the sands that confin'd

them;

But presume not again to give Freemen a law,

Or think, with the chains they have broken, to bind them!

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FREEDOM-LIBERTY.

10. By the hope within us springing,
Herald of to-morrow's strife;

By that sun, whose light is bringing
Chains or freedom, death or life-
Oh! remember, life can be

No charm for him who lives not free!

11. And Oh! if there be, on this earthly sphere, A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear,

"Tis the last libation Liberty draws

MOORE.

From the heart that bleeds, and breaks in her cause!

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

12. Tho' too true to themselves e'er to crouch to oppression, Who can yield to just rule a more loyal submission?

HON. W. GASTON.

13. Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

14. For Freedom's battle, oft begun, Bequeath'd from bleeding sire to son, Tho' baffled oft, is ever won.

BYRON'S Giaour.

15. Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art,

For then thy habitation is the heart!

BYRON'S Prisoner of Chillon.

16. Should a conqueror tread on our forefathers' dust, It would wake the old bones from their graves.

CAMPBELL.

AKENSIDE.

17. Those sacred rights to which themselves were born.

18. Oh, Liberty! can man resign thee,

Once having felt thy generous flame?

Can dungeons, bolts, and bars confine thee,
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?

Marseilles Hymn.

FRIENDSHIP.

1. Friendship is constant in all other things,
Save in the office and affairs of love:

Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself,

And trust no agent.

2. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,

SHAKSPEARE.

If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. Who shall compare love's mean and gross desire
To the chaste zeal of friendship's sacred fire?
Love is a sudden blaze which soon decays;
Friendship is like the sun's eternal rays;
Not daily benefits exhaust the flame,

5.

It still is giving, and still burns the same.

The joys of friendship,

GAY'S Dione.

The trust, security, and mutual tenderness,
The double joys, when both are glad for both;
Our only wealth, our last retreat and strength,
Secure against all fortune and the world.

6. Friendship above all ties does bind the heart,
And faith in friendship is the noblest part.

ROWE.

LORD ORRERY.

7. First on thy friend deliberate with thyself;
Pause, ponder, sift; not eager in the choice,
Nor jealous of the chosen: fixing, fix ;—
Judge before friendship, then confide till death.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

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8.

9.

FRIENDSHIP.

Hope not to find
A friend, but what has found a friend in thee;
All like the purchase, few the price will pay ;
And this makes friends such miracles below.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

The friendships of the world are oft
Confed'racies in vice, or leagues in pleasure.

ADDISON'S Cato.

10. Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!
Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society,
I owe thee much! thou hast deserv'd of me
Far, far beyond what I can ever pay.

11. And what is friendship but a name,
A charm that lulls to sleep?—
A sound that follows wealth and fame,
But leaves the wretch to weep.

BLAIR'S Grave.

GOLDSMITH'S Hermit.

12. Friendship is not a plant of hasty growth;
Though planted in esteem's deep fixed soil,
The gradual culture of kind intercourse
Must bring it to perfection.

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JOANNA BAILLIE.

To whom the shadows of long years extend.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

14. Though human, thou didst not deceive me,

Though woman, thou didst not forsake,
Though lov'd, thou forborest to grieve me,
Though slander'd, thou never couldst shake.
Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me,
Though parted, it was not to fly,
Though watchful, 't was not to defame me,
Nor mute, that the world might belie.

BYRON.

15. He, who, malignant, tears an absent friend,
Or, when attack'd by others, don't defend,
Who friendship's secrets knows not to conceal-
That man is vile.

FRANCIS' Horace.

16. A generous friendship no cold medium knows,

Burns with one warmth, with one resentment glows;
One must our union, our resentment be,

My friend must hate the man who injures me.

17. How much to be priz'd and esteem'd is a friend,
On whom we can always with safety depend!
Our joys, when extended, will always increase,
And griefs, when divided, are hush'd into peace.
MRS. MARGARET SMITH.

18. Oh, friendship! thou balm and sweet'ner of life!
Kind parent of ease, and composer of strife!
Without thee, alas! what are riches and power,
But empty delusions, the joy of an hour?

19.

When our lives

MRS. MARGARET SMITH.

Were link'd in one, and our young hearts bloom'd out,
Like violet bells upon the self-same stem,
Pouring the dewy odours of life's spring
Into each other's bosoms.

20. Friends my soul with joy remembers! How like quivering flames they start,

When I fan the living embers

On the hearthstone of my heart!

B. B. THATCHER.

H. W. LONGFellow.

21. Yes, the summer of life passes quickly away,

Soon the winter of age sheds its snow on the heart; But the warm sun of Friendship, that gilded youth's day, Shall still thro' the dark clouds a soft ray impart.

A. GIBBS.

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