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Thy darling form shall seem to hover nigh,
Farewel! when strangers lift thy father's bier,
Inspiring thought of rapture yet to be, The tears of love were hopeless, but for thee! If in that frame no deathless spirit dwell, If that faint murmur be the last farewel ! If fate unite the faithful but to part, Why is their memory sacred to the heart? Why does the brother of my childhood seem Restor'd awhile in every pleasing dream? Why do I joy the lonely spot to view, By artless friendsþip bless'd when life was new? Eternal Hope! when yonder spheres sublime Peal'd their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began-but not to fadeWhen all the sister planets have decay'd ;. When rapt in fire the realms of ether glow, And Heaven's last thunder shakes the world below; Thou, undismay'd, shalt o'er the ruins smile, And light thy torch at Nature's funeral pile !
THE STREET WAS A RUIN.-R. Treat Paine,
The street was a Ruin, and night's horrid glare
While houseless, bewailing,
Mute pity assailing, A mother's wild shrieks pierced the mereiless air ; Beside her stood Edward, imploring each wind
To wake his lov'd sister, who linger'd behind:
Awake, my poor Mary,
Oh! fly to me, Mary,
In vain he call’d, for now the volum'd smoke,
All, all is lost, the roof's on fire, the roof's on fire,
Where art thou, Mother !
Oh! fly to me, Brother! Ah! save your poor Mary, who lives but for you:
Leave not poor Mary!
Ah! save your poor Mary!
Aloft he dauntless soars,
She's safe from fear's alarms
She faints in Edward's arms!
EARLY LIFE.-Mrs. Rose.
Then sweet and tranquil were my slumbers ;
No treach'rous friendship then had found mo ;
Hope spread her fair illusions round me
Ah scenes of joy! by fancy given
Dear days of bliss ! ye wake
LEDYARD's Eulogium on Woman. I have always observed, that women, in all countries, are civil, obliging, tender and humane ; that they are inclined to be gay and cheerful, timorous and modest, and that they do not, like man, hesitate to perform a generous action. Not haughty, arrogant, or supercilious, they are full of courtesy and fond of society-more liable in general to err than man, but in general also--more virtuous, and performing more good actions than he. To a woman, whether civilized or savage, I never addressed myself in the language of decency and friendship, without receiving a decent and friendly answer--With man, it has been often otherwise. In wandering through the barren plains of inhospitable Denmark; through honest Sweden and frozen Lapland, rude and churlish Finland, unprincipled Russia, and the wide spread regions of the wandering Tartar ; if hungry, dry, cold, wet or sick, the women have ever been friendly to me, and uniformly so; and to add to this virtue, (so worthy to be called benevolence their actions have been performed in so free and kind a manner, that if I was dry, I drank the sweetest draught, and if hungry, eat the coarsest inorsel, with a double relish.
Extract from a Baccalauriate Address by Dr. Notr.
But what can a youthful adventurer, a mere individual, hope to accomplish for the benefit of virtue or the world ? What ? Almost any thing he wills to undertake and dares to persevere in. This world is made up of individuals. All the fame that has been acquired; all the infamy that has been merited; all the plans of happiness or misery that have been formed; all the enterprizes of loyalty or of treason that have been executed, have owed their existence to the wisdom or folly, to the courage or temerity of individuals.
Mere youthful adventurers as you are, and though only individuals, each of you possess a capacity for doing either good or evil, which human foresight cannot measure, nor human power limit. Your immediate exertions may benefit or injure some -your example may reach others those whom your example reaches may communicate their feelings to individuals more remote, by whom those feelings may be in communicated to those who will re-communicate them all of whom may transinit the influence which commenced with you to a succeeding generation; which in its turn may again transmit it to the next, to be again transmitted. Thus the impulse given, either to virtue or to vice, by a single individual, may be immeasurably ex tended, even to distant nations, and communicated through succeeding ages to the remotest generations.
Voltaire, Rousseau, and their infidel coadjutors, collected their materials, and laid a train which produced that fatal explosion, which shook the civilized world to its centre. Governments were dismembered; monarchies were overthrown ; institutions were swept away; society was flung into confusion; human life was endangered. .... Years have elapsed—the face of Europe is yet covered with wrecks and desolations! and how long before the world will recover from the disastrous shock their conspiracy occasioned, God only knows—and yet Voltaire, Rousseau and their infidel coadjutors were individuals.
Did not Cyrus sway the opinions, awe the fears, and direct the energies of the world at Babylon? Did not Cæsar do this at Rome, and Constantine at Byzantium ? And yet Cyrus, Cæsar and Constantine, were individuals--but they were fortunate; they lived at critical conjunctures, and in fields of blood gathered immortality. And is it at critical conjunctures and in fields of blood only, that immortality can be gathered ? Where then is HOWARD, that saint of illustrious memory,
who traversed his native country, exploring the jail and the prisone ship, and taking the dimensions of that misery, which these caverns of vice, of disease and of death, had so long concealed --whose heroic deeds of charity, the dungeons alike of Europe and of Asia witnessed, and whose bones now consecrate the confines of distant Tartary, where he fell a martyr to his zeal, when, like an angel of peace, he was engaged in conveying through the cold, damp, pestilential cells of Russian Crimea, the lamp of hope and the cup of consolation to the incarcerated slave, who languished unknown, unpitied, and forgotten there.
WASHINGTON.--From Fontanes' Eloge Funebre. Of Washington what shall be said ? Panegyric cannot be exhausted on his name, The sovereignty of his country was asserted by his energy, and secured by his moderation. His military successes were more solid than brilliant, brilliant as they were ; and judgment, rather than enthusiasm, regulated his conduct in battle. In the midst of the inevitable disorders of camps, and the excesses inseparable from a civil war, humanity always found refuge in his tent. In the morning of triumph, and in the darkness of adversity, he was alike serene; at all times tranquil as wisdom, and simple as virtue. After the acknowledgment of American Independence, when the unanimous suffrage of a free people called him to administer their government, his administration, partaking of his character, was mild and firm at home, noble and prudent abroad. Born to opulence, he had nobly increassd his patrimony, like the early heroes of Rome, by the labours of agriculture : and though an enemy to vain parade, he wished to environ the man. ners of republicanism with a becoming dignity. His well regulated mind repulsed every species of extravagance. No one of his fellow-citizens loved liberty more ardently ; but no one heard, with a stronger repugnance, the exaggerations of demagogues. In all his negotiations the heroic simplicity of the American president dealt, without vain glory or abasement, with the majesty of kings. His were not the fierce and imposing features which strike all minds ; but order and justice, truth, and above all, good sense, were his characteristics : good sense, a quality as rare as it is useful, and as useful in public stations as in private life. Genius elevates, boldness destroys; good sense preserves and perfects. Genius is charged with the glory of empires ; but good sense alone can assure their repose and duration. When Washington saw his country raised, in great measure by his personal influence, from dise