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itself, which is in an apartment forty-six feet below.
Moral Suasion among Monkeys. Under the dial room are the bells, and beneath the These animals, which are surpassed by none other clock room is the ringer's chamber, on a level with the in the philoprogenitive feeling, are observed to go roof of the church itself.
through something like a process of education with their The first point struck was the vane-spindle, and the young. They keep them under proper obedience and electric discharge passed into the spire by the long iron restraint, much after the fashion of human mothers. rod already described, and so far as this rod continued A set of female monkeys has been observed to suckle, no damage was done to the building, but at the bottom caress and cleanse their young ones, and then sit down of the rod there existed no metallic conductor to carry to see them play with each other. If, in the course of the fluid further, and it had to force its way through their sports, any showed a tincture of malice, the dams the masonry, starting an angle stone, and thence down- would spring upon them, and seizing them with one wards, and so shattered the spire as to leave it in a tot- paw by the tail, correct them severely with the other. tering state. Two blocks of stone were thrown com -Chambers' Journal. pletely out of their places, and fell through the roof into the church; the joints of the spire were all loosened
The Cuttle Fish. and its general surface contorted. Two other stones “ The cuttle fish,” says Kirby in his Bridgewater were dislocated, and if these also had been thrown out, Treatise, “is one of the most wonderful works of the the whole of the upper portion of the spire must have Creator.” We have no creature at all approaching fallen. Arrived at the floor of the cupola, the discharge it in size that departs so widely from the familiar forced a passage into a metal clamp within the masonry, every-day type of animal life, whether developed on where it tore up and fractured a large stone and turned the land or in the water. A man buried to the neck it completely over. Thus it came to the dials, at a in a sack, and prepared for such a race as Tennent point intermediate between the north and west dials, describes in his Anster Fair, is an exceedingly strangewhere it divided and fell upon the gold letters xi and looking animal, but not half so strange-looking as a XII, which, especially on the west dial, it burnt up and strollach. Let us just try to improve him into one, blackened; thence it exploded on the minute hands, and give in this way some idea of the animal to those blackening the gold and injuring their points. But it unacquainted with it. First, then, the sack must be had now reached a new metallic conductor and proceeded brought to a point at the bottom, as if the legs were without further damage; for by the hands of the clock sewed up tightly together, and the corners lest projectit reached the spindles of the dial room, and so passed ing so as to form two flabby fins; and further, the sack along to the top of the upright spindle, along which it must be a sack or pink, thickly speckled with red, and descended forty-six feet downwards with perfect safety tolerably open at the upper end where the neck and to the clock. On reaching the works of the clock, the head protrude. So much for the changes on the sack; discharge melted a small copper wire, by which the but the changes on the parts that rise out of the sack lever handle key was suspended on the iron frame, and must be of a much more extraordinary character. We spread over the wheels and other parts, magnetized the must first obliterate the face, and then, fixing on the steel pivots, blackened the silver face of the regulator, crown of the head a large beak of black horn, crooked and burst open the door of the outer wooden casing, as that of the parrot, we must remove the mouth to the but did not stop the clock! Here once more the me- opening between the mandibles. Around the broad tallic conductor ceased, and the discharge had to force base of the beak must we insert a circular ring of brain, a passage through the floor of the clock room, leaving as if this part of the animal had no other vocation than it as if blown up by gunpowder, and coming out just to take care of the mouth and its pertinents; and around over one of the iron window frames in the ringer's the circular brain must we plant, as if on the coronal room, shattered all the glass, and left marks of fusion ring of the head, no fewer than ten long arms, each on small streaks of lead in the joints of the stones. By furnished with double rows of concave suckers that this course, it reached the lead of the roof, and through resemble cups arranged on the plane of a narrow table. the pipes connected with the roof was carried into the The tout ensemble must serve to remind one of the ground without furthar damage.
head of some Indian chief bearing a crown of tall feathMr. Snow Harns, from whose work on Thunder ers; and directly below the crown where the cheeks, Storms, this account is taken, remarks that it is im- or rather the ears had been, we must fix two immense possible to conceive a case giving a better insight into eyes, huge enough to occupy what had been the whole the nature of disruptive discharges, through a fortuitous sides of the face. Though the brain of an ordinaryarrangement of good and imperfect conductors, than sized loligo be scarcely larger than a ring for the little this before us. All the damage occurred in points where finger, its eyes are scarce smaller than an ox. To comgood conducting matter (i. e. metal) ceased to be con- plete our cuttle-fish we must insist, as a condition, that tinued, and again passing along the upright rods and when in motion, the metamorphosed sack-racer must spindles of iron, without even injuring the slender either walk hea.. downwards on his arms, or glide, wooden case in which one of these (the clock spindle, like a boy descending an inclined plane on ice, foot forty-six feet long and one inch in diameter,) was en- foremost, with the point of his sack first and his beak closed,
and arms last; or, in other words, that reversing every Had the iron rod been carried from the vane of the ordinary circumstance of voluntary motion, he must spire to the lead of the roof, the damage to the building make a snout of cut-water of his feet, and a long trailing would have been averted.
tail of his arms and head. The cuttle-fish, when
walking, always walks with its mouth nearer the earth becomes capable of expanding to a loftier and more than any other part of either head or body, and, when substantial fight. Independently of the numerous ilswimming, always follows its tail instead of being fol- lustrations which the past history and present condition lowed by it. This last curious condition, though doubt of the inhabitants occupying the various regions of the less, on the whole, the best adapted to the conformation frigid, temperate and torrid zones, afford, of the prinand instincts of the creature, often proves fatal to it, ciple here adverted to, its existence is a legitimate de. especially in calm weather and quiet inland friths, when duction from the soundest and best established theories not a ripple breaks upon the shore to warn that the of science and philosophy, in their application to the shore is near. An enemy appears; the creature ejects physical and mental constitution of our being. Whatits cloud of ink like a sharp-shooter discharging his ever advantages then, in the formation and developrifle ere he retreats; and then, darting away tail fore- ment of character, are derivable from the favorable most under the cover, it grounds itself high upon the influences of climate, are enjoyed in the most abundant beach and perishes there. Few men have walked much profusion by the inhabitants of a region like our own, along the shores of a sheltered bay without witnessing a comprising almost every variety of temperature within catastrophe of this kind. The last loligo I saw strand the extremes of heat or cold — washed on its principal itself in this way was a large and very vigorous animal. borders by the ocean— penetrated in every direction by The day was extremely calm-I heard a peculiar sound noble rivers — enriched by inland seas-- and variegated -a squelch, if I may employ such a word; and there, a by ample forests, lofty mountains, and extended plains. few yards away, was a loligo nearly two feet in length, To these advantages must be added those which behigh and dry upon the pebbles. I laid hold of it by the long to the magnificent and beautiful scenery which sheath or sack; and the loligo, in turn, laid hold of the Nature has so bountifully spread out to view, in all pebbles just as I have seen a boy, when borne offagainst the great features of our landscapes. From the bold, his will by a stronger than himself, grasping fast to pro- rugged and strongly marked outline of our Northern jecting doorposts and furniture. The pebbles were border, with its wild and gigantic acclivities, its lahere, smooth, and heavy, but the creature raised them vish profusion of lakes, its labyrinth of islands, its mawith ease, by twining its flexile arms around them, jestic rivers, and its perpetually resounding cataract, and then forming a vacuum in each of its suckers. I to the green savannahs and verdant loveliness of the subjected one of my hands to' its grasp and it seized South, and the vast prairies, mighty streams and unfast hold; but though the suckers were still employed, explored forests of the West, - the eye and the mind it employed them on a different principle. Around continually rest upon images of grandeur and of beauty ; the circular rim of each there is a fringe of minute and the active energies of a great and united people thorns, hooked somewhat like those of the wild rose. have devised and executed the noble conception of renIn fastening on the hard smooth pebbles these were dering this diversified scenery in all its vast proportions overtopped by a fleshy membrane, much in the manner accessible, to the humblest and least favored individual, that the cushions of a cat's paw overtop its claws when and have opened up its wide expanse of territory to the the animal is in a state of tranquillity; and, by means of highways and thoroughfares of civilization. the projecting membrane, the hollow inside was render It is impossible that these diversified influences should ed air tight, and the vacuum completed; but in dealing fail to affect, in a material degree, the growth and exwith the hand, a soft substance, the thorns were left pansion of character. The associations which conbare, like the claws of the cat when stretched out in stantly surround the dwellers in cities – the bustle and anger, and at least a thousand minute prickles were fix. the hum of business — the anxious and care-worn faces ed in the skin at once. They failed to penetrate it, for – the incessant excitement of contending interests — they were short, and, individually, not strong, but, act- the monotonous uniformity of artificial life in all its ing together and by hundreds, they took at least a very ceaseless and dull routine — tend directly to the deprefirm hold.
ciation of humanity in all its higher and most enduring Effect of Climate and Scenery upon Mind.
aspects. Hence the proportion of elevated and vigorous minds — minds capable of penetrating through the
thick veil of selfish aspirations, and of rightly appreThe effect of climate upon the character of indi- ciating the deceptive appearances engendered by the viduals and of communities is known to be very impor- perpetual collision of the passions and propensities — tant. The mind in its present condition of existence is small, not only when compared with the mass of ig. is dependent for its healthy and vigorous manifestation norance, of delusion and error which propagates itself upon the degree of energy and elasticity with which at a fearful rate in our great capitals, but also when the physical organs fulfil their functions. The inha- compared with the general intelligence, integrity and bitants of the polar and equatorial regions are subjected moral and social worth of the rural population. That to the paralyzing and debilitating influences of the ex- this diversity is mainly attributable to the associations tremes of cold and heat; and accordingly we find their and scenery of city life, would, doubtless be a violent intellectual and moral faculties scarcely susceptible of presumption; but it is not too much to say that the any considerable development. On the other hand, as comparative absence of the invigorating and untainted we advance from the extremes to a more equable and breezes of the country, and the total seclusion from all temperate region, the mental incubus gradually disap- those genial influences which nature dispenses in bounpears'; and in proportion to the salubrity and genial tem- tiful profusion, wherever her domains are not systeperament of the climate, the mind in all its powers / matically invaded by man, enter largely into the de
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BY ALFRED B. STREET.
pressing tendencies which are invariably found to cha
Summer Fancies.-No.1, racterize Uje crowded marts of business and pleasure.
On the other hand, the quiet repose and placid loveliness of the cultivated landscape stretching out in dim This life is very pleasant in despite of “ all the ills perspective — no less than the rugged grandeur and that flesh is heir to.” The ills are half the time of our wild sublimity of the mountain and the forest — the own seeking, diligent seeking too, while the pleasures purity of the atmosphere - and the habitual contem- are positive. The drawling sentimentality about the plation of the ever changing phenomena of nature, irre- heavy burthen of existence, bitter sorrows, overwhelm. sistibly tend to the elevation of character – the germi- ing cares and so on, is very ridiculous to men of sense. nation and growth of thought — and the predominance The laughing philosopher is the true philosopher. I of the better feelings and impulses of the heart. The don't mean to deny that life has not its evils; it has, intellectual faculties may be and frequently are, more and plenty of them. But the gloom is only deepened rapidly developed, and more speedily matured by the by the mind conjuring up its own shadows. If there is collision of mind with mind, produced by the diversi- a sorrow to be borne, it only becomes heavier by yieldfied interests and pursuits of a crowded population : buting to it. A bright and cheerful spirit is the moral sunall history and experience has demonstrated that the shine of life. substantial elements of character - the moral and reli If there is any season that should make us more cheergious sentiments — the virtues and the graces of public ful and happy than another, it is summer -glorious, and private life — incorruptible integrity — devoted golden, leafy summer. Paradise then reappears upon patriotism - diffusive benevolence — and an abiding the earth beauty and grandeur, fragrance and music and cheerful faith, are best promoted and most effectu- are the component parts of her being. In our climate ally cherished amid the secluded scenery, and pure too, nothing can be more delightful than her coming. associations of the country. These aids to the forma. We will suppose that winter has passed away, that is, tion of character are enjoyed by the citizens of our the month of February—spring (nominally I mean) of Republic in a degree unsurpassed by any people of any
course succeeds. But it is real spring no more than a clime: and their influences are purely beneficial.
snow flake is a dogwood blossom. The hours are pleasantly varied by snow.squalls and north-westers. March
blusters behind the back of winter with a south wind The Thoughts of Home,
sometimes, as though he intended to chase the hoary Wanderer in life's thorny way,
headed monarch from the field, but the very moment Where'er thy foot may roam,
the old warrior turns towards him, he becomes as white Still think upon thy early day, Thy loved and simple home.
as snow can make him, and freezes stiff with terror.
And April too, that thing of “smiles and tears," as the
poets call her — smiles indeed! an instant ray of cold A softer tint is on the hue,
sunshine between black stormy clouds, and as for the That trembles on the flowers.
tears, she has enough in all conscience. She is nothing The music in the wildwood green,
but tears for that matter, and pretty cold ones too. Has charmed thy infant ear,
Tears of snow one minute and hail the next.
hope of finding spring, and do not return with the seeds Wanderer though thy foot may tread,
of a catarrh or of a reumatic affection in your sysThe foreign sunny clime.
tem, you are lucky. Then comes May — sweet smiling Where roses round their fragrance shed,
cheerful May, that is if we believe the poets again, Where glows the palm and lime.
particularly the English ones — “ Tomorrow will rise Where waves in softer purple roll,
up thy loveliest day,” sang Miss Landon, apostrophising Round isles of summer bloom,
the month on the last of April. What visions of dances Yet sweeter to thy weary soul, Will be the thoughts of home.
on the village green around the May pole crowned with
fresh flowers, beam before the mind, at the mention of For thee the sunshine richly lies,
the first day of May. Well, I don't wish to be captious
that the old adage, vulgar though it be, of “the proof And sweetly to thy swelling breast,
of the pudding,” &c., applies here very particularlyThe song of other days,
I speak from my own experience only, be it understood, Will breathe to thee of joy and rest,
and would'nt depreciate for the world. My own expeMidst home's green hills and ways.
rience then of this month is that it is a sort of olla poThe wood lark in the morning bright,
drida, a blending of March and April with a good proHer strain mid crimson sings,
portion of the unpleasant elements peculiar to itself. And young leaves stir in tender light,
I speak now of the first half, rain and wind, wind and To zephyr's balmy wings.
rain; these vary the barometer. The last half, however, Then, wanderer, turn thy weary eye
is devoted to a preparation for summer. Tiny deep And foot no more to roam,
folded leaves burst out from the buds the trees and And view again thy native sky, That smiles above thy home.
bushes are turned into orchestras for the display of ATTICUS.
bird-music — the streams prattle their songs, and old
trees fling down sunny smiles upon groups of violets is, in my opinion. It may be I am partial in this mat. nestling in the plump moss upon their huge wreathed ter; early life may have its influence ; early impressions
On the whole, it is rather pleasant. Still it is may cause me to incline to this side of the question. I not the thing. The sunshine is heartless and the nights am a backwoodsman. I “was brought up in the woods." are decidedly cold. The grass is green and rich, but They are a part of me. They have struck their roots in frequently a chilly wind comes creeping along the air, my soul. Now that I am a denizen of brick walls I and has a peculiar faculty of insinuating itself down dream of them. All the city polishing in the world
And how can a man study the picturesque can't polish out my love for them. Often do the throngwith a cold wind down his back. But wait patiently a ing roofs vanish away, and amidst the soft summer sky few days. Perhaps there is a cold, drizzly, misty rain do I see the green graceful branches tossing in the sun storm in full operation, and nature looks as if perfectly shine. The hard pavements also glide away, and lo! the drowned out. The chill wind rushes through the wet delicate and elastic moss. It is not the rattle of the city shivering trees, the gray spongy clouds drift heavily and I hear. No! it is the rush of the wind and the gurgle slowly overhead — the near landscape reeks with mois of the stream. These are not human beings crowded ture, and the more distant with vapor. But wait a little, around, and thronging past. They are trees, and thickI say. There is an enchantment preparing behind the ets, and bushes. They “ do not smell of mortality.”curtain that will ravish you. Summer is there smiling, Money getting is not their object. They do not wear on tiptoe, with arms extended, preparing to bound. their various tints and colors for flaunting display. In See, the sun has flashed the signal — a broad, bright, a word they are not human. They are are part of the golden ray from the heavens. Ten o'clock in the glorious, glorious wilderness.
} “forenoon.” How the great clouds part, seeming as Confessing then to my weakness, I repeat, Summer is? though rent asunder by a giant's hand. Off they go, most beautiful in the forests—and in no forests like those and behold the pure soft blue of the naked sky. How of old Sullivan. Grand shadowy and magnificent, bow bright, how sweet the arch, fit canopy for so beautiful the leafy mantles of that romantic region spread out be- ? an earth. The cold ague-giving east wind has melted fore me. What splendor, what beauty, what glory.- ? into a balmy fanning liquid south breeze, and the few London, with your leagues of habitations, and your milclouds yet remaining turn out their “silver lining,” in- lion and a half of people, why you are a mere dot to stead of a grim blackness. Whew! but this broad to one wood I know of in the Delaware mountains. Let? blazing flood of sunshine is somewhat hot. Hot! yes all your voices be swelled out in one great shout, and its indeed, for it is the real unmistakeable eye-flash of sum- would be drowned in the roar of those pines when an
How it pierces the cold, clammy, rain-drenched ordinary gust is passing through them. But let the gale ground. How its fine essence penetrates into the myri- of the Equinox crash along, and then-stop your ears if ad pores of our great mother, feeling down at the roots you don't want to be deafened. The deep sounds thrill 3 of the thousand flowers and shrubs that e'er long will down to the very bottom of your soul. The centre of shoot up their slender heads, and smile in the soft skies your nature appears to be shaken. Hurrah for the and wave in the sweet airs, so profuse for three months battle shout of the pine wood! Old ocean is its only at least. The little under-ground fairies that make match when it rears its crest in fury to the tempest.-? these structures are busy, very busy. If you doubt it, But it is not always in a rage; it is'nt always roaring. place your ear to the earth and you will hear a hum that A small matter of a breeze, it is true, will set the great must dissipate every doubt. A growing time for the league-blackening forest in a sublime and thundering seeds and roots ; all nature rejoices ; life is gushing passion, and it is then that it swings out its deep, stern, out over the earth – upon the air, in the water. Oh awful boom, but the single trees will sometimes murmur June! “ Summer's first and loveliest child,” thou art as gently as the singing of a streamlet. Oh such sweet, indeed beautiful. Like the bright reign of sweet girl- soft, thrilling sounds! Oh the delight with which the hood, in all its virgin delicacy of feeling, in all its cloud-ear bends to listen! Now the swell, then the melting, less radiance of beauty.
melting, melting away, till you are led far into the siWhere is summer the most beautiful? It is a knotty lence, and wonder what has kept you so long spellquestion, hard to answer. Beautiful is she in fields and bound; and then hark! another wave of bee-like melomeadows, in orchards, parks and graveyards. She dy, rising, high and higher, until the ear is again filled brightens the homes of men, particularly those human with the mellow hum. There is the song of the bee-hives, cities. No matter if she only smiles in a rag- pine for you, reader: what do you think of it? Go to ged, struggling plant on the window sill, or the little the neighboring wood to-morrow, and seat yourself grass plot by the porch, she is welcome in her fresh under the tree, upon the green velvet, the moss has glory, amidst those haunts of the “ money changers.” lined its roots with, and listen. You will hear this same In the rural districts, as I have just said, she is also song before you have counted twenty — and after you beautiful. She sets the whole farm in motion — plough, have heard it, just let me know whether the description harrow and all: she makes the cattle stand knee deep exceeds the reality. One moment, however—let there in clover : she makes the timothy, the rye and the wheat. be no mistake between us. You must find the right bend in the wind as though they were breathing out kind of pine tree. This rich soft music has neve swellbroad fitful puffs of smoke: she studs the apple boughs ed forth from the yellow pine—no, no, it is too much of and clothes the winding lanes with thick green velvet, a loafer” for such sounds. Not that it is dumb—by so that the geese and vagabond cows have a fine time of no means. It “gives tongue” very audibly to every it. But after all she is most beautiful in the forests, that breeze “that's going.” But what kind of tongue say
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you? Why, really, sufficient to set the teeth on edge.
They 're whispered in the forest gloom, When a soft breeze glides around its rough, contorted
They ’re murmured in the sparkling stream,
They live upon the mountain's bloom, limbs, what does it do but yield a sort of airy splutter
They shine in summer's golden beam. ing—a broken, confused murmur—a sort of short, jerk
The wave that rolls in light along, ing noise, as though, after all, it was’nt pleased, although
Has borne their flag in triumph proud, it tried to be. And when the blast comes, look out!
Has heard the glad triumphant song, stop your ears! A thousand serpents, in twining, eye
That victory o'er them poured aloud; Aashing, fang-bearing rage, could not send forth such
The winds have blown their praises free, hissings. Keen, shrill, piercing, they cut through the
Of those who dared be else than slaves,
And bright the bow that liberty, nerves without mercy. Ha! ha! the yellow pine tree,
Has arched above our father's graves. how it rocks within the blast! Ha! ha! the hissing pine tree, how its roused-up anger seethes. But the white pine is a different matter. This is the
Psychological Developments. instrument I mean, whose tones of music thrill upon the ear. Straight, smooth trunk, thick, oval plumage,
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, graceful and beautiful, with its cool blue tint, it towers Than your philosophy e'er dreamt of.” up, the King of the forest. Its long, slender, delicate To an enthusiastic imagination, every new developfringes wave to the breeze, and give forth their long- ment of the nature and attributes of the human mind drawn, sighing melody. Melancholy is it in some moods, has a deep and powerful interest. That it possesses joyous in others. In the sultry summer noon-tide it powers as yet untried and unexplained ; that this “ plant sounds like the grateful ripples of the shaded rill-in of celestial origin” is capable of indefinite and illimitthe dark starry night, like the voice of the one best- able expansion, surpassing even its highest and grandest loved and lost. The morning ray leaps first upon its aspirations in its present circumscribed sphere, there pointed summit – there, lingers the sun-set radiance can exist as little doubt, as of its immense superiority last. Unchanged through the dark and stormy winter, to the masses of material substances with which it is it bears its dark rich hues, meet emblem of Fidelity — surrounded and measurably connected. There are moand in the merry spring time, how bright is its em- ments in the life of every rational and intelligent being, broidery of young fresh plumage. The sunshine throws when the superincumbent pressure of the earthly nature around it a veil of light, a robe of golden gauze, and is unfelt, and the released spirit ascends on buoyant the shower shrouds it in a silvery mist. The rain hums wings to its native and destined element—"shuffles off in its thick branches, so thick by the way, that the this mortal coil” and asserts its congeniality to a higher young partridge might nestle beneath and have hardly and a purer atmosphere. But the vigilant and restless a drop wet its downy breast, pressed closely upon the warders of this “prison house” the body, soon regain dry brown withered fringes. All hail, thou monarch their temporary dominion and call us back to companof the woods! in all thy grace, thy music and thy glo- ionship with our fellow captives. Were we but caparious beauty.
ble of sustaining these flights of our better nature, we
should need no revelation from heaven to confirm our Our Fathers's Graves.
wavering faith in the soul's immortality. We should Our father's graves,
anticipate the opening of those iron doors which enclose
us in a region of sin, suffering and humanity—the withThat sparkles round their glorious rest.
drawal of the complicated folds of the dark curtain The winds that fan the mountain side,
which separates us from eternity—and enter at once, Repeat their names, their glories tell,
upon the full fruition of that exalted destiny, which we How in the battle's crimson tide,
are assured, is to dawn upon us when “life's fitful fever They bravely fought and proudly sell.
shall have ended.” Of the things which are to be hereThey sell, and in each freeman's heart,
after, it is perhaps well for us, that we can obtain but Their memory lives in brightest light.
occasional and uncertain glimpses. There is enough Oh! never shall the beam depart,
and more than enough, to excite our highest wonOh! ne'er their fame shall sink in night; But round each high and sacred shrine,
der in the developments of the visible world and the A grateful realm shall bow the knee
ascertained capabilities of our mental and physical They fought for freemen's rights divine,
energies here. It was one of the decrees of omnipoFor thee they died, blest Liberty.
tent wisdom and power, that man should “have do. Go to the field, where once the clang
minion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowls Of battle filled the startled gale,
of the air, and over every living thing that moveth Where once the trumpet's music rang
upon the earth.” The ascendency over the inanimate And death hung out his banner pale ;
as well as the animate creation, has been in a great 'Twas there our honord fathers strove,
measure, effectually secured by the uncontrollable proBeneath their flag, their rights to shield. Oh! who can tell the patriot's love,
gress of intellectual strength. The very elements have When country calls him to the field.
been subdued and rendered involuntary agents of the
convenience and pleasure and business of our race. In Though silence rests upon the spot, Save murmuring of the leaves and flowers ;
their most angry mood, we are accustomed to approach Yet oh! their names are not forgot,
and to grapple with them, with engines of mortal Who braved the storm in earlier hours.
mould, and to wage with them a not unequal warfare.