5. The sun went down, nor ceas'd the carnage there`,
Tumultuous murder shook the midnight air;
On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below;
The storm prevails, the rampart yields away,
Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay!
Hark! as the smoldering piles with thunder fall,
A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call!
Earth shook, red meteors flash'd along the sky,
And conscious Nature shudder'd at the cry!

6. (h) Oh righteous heaven! ere Freedom found a grave,
Why slept the sword, omnipotent to save?

Where was thine` arm, O Vengeance! where thy rod,
That smote the foes of Zion and of God?

That crush'd proud Ammon, when his iron car
Was yok'd in wrath, and thunder'd from afar?
Where was the storm that slumber'd till the host
Of blood-stain'd Pharaoh left their trembling coast;
Then, bade the deep in wild commotion flow
And heav'd an ocean on their march below?

7. Departed spirits of the mighty dead"!

Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled"!

Friends of the world! restore your swords to man,
Fight in his sacred cause and lead the van! ·
Yet, for Sarmatia' tears of blood, atone,
And make her arm puissant as your own!

Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return

The patriot TELL`—the BRUCE of Bannockburn`!

MR. HAYNE was a Senator in Congress from the state of South Carolina. This is an extract from a speech delivered by him, while a member of that body.

1. IF there be one state in the Union, Mr. President, that may challenge comparison with any other, for a uniform, zealous, ardent, and uncalculating devotion to the Union', that state is South Carolina. Sir, from the very commencement of the revolution', up to this hour, there is no sacri

fice, however great, she has not cheerfully made; no service she has ever hesitated to perform.

2. She has adhered to you in your prosperity; but in your adversity, she has clung to you with more than filial affection. No matter what was the condition of her domestic affairs; though deprived of her resources, divided by parties, or surrounded by difficulties, the call of the country has been to her as the voice of God. Domestic discord ceased at the sound; every man became at once reconciled to his brethren, and the sons of Carolina were all seen, crowding together to the temple, bringing their gifts to the altar of their common country`.

3. What, sir, was the conduct of the South, during the revolution? Sir, I honor New England, for her conduct in that glorious struggle. But great as is the praise which belongs to her, I think at least equal honor is due to the South. Never was there exhibited, in the history of the · world, higher examples of noble daring, dreadful suffering`, and heroic endurance ́, than by the whigs of Carolina, during the revolution. The whole state, from the mountains to the sea, was overrun by an overwhelming force of the enemy. The fruits of industry perished on the spot where they were produced, or were consumed by the foe.

4. "The plains of Carolina" drank up the most precious blood of her citizens. Black, smoking ruins marked the places which had been the habitation of her children. Driven from their homes into the gloomy and almost impenetrable swamps, even there, the spirit of liberty survived, and South Carolina, sustained by the example of her Sumpters and her Marions", proved, by her conduct, that through her soil might be overrun, the spirit of her people was invincible.

LXV. MASSACHUSETTS AND SOUTH CAROLINA.

FROM DANIEL WEBSTER.

DANIEL WEBSTER was born in 1782. He graduated at the age of twenty, and established himself in the practice of the law in New Hampshire. He became a member of Congress at the age of thirty, in which he continued, with few intermissions, until his death, holding the foremost rank as an orator, statesman, and expounder of the Constitution. This is an extract from his answer to the preceding speech. He died a few years ago.

1. THE eulogium pronounced on the character of the State of South Carolina, by the honorable gentleman, for her revolutionary and other merits, meets my hearty concurrence. I shall not acknowledge that the honorable member goes before me, in regard for whatever of distinguished talent or distinguished character, South Carolina has produced. I claim part of the honor; I partake in the pride of her great names. I claim them for countrymen, one ́ and all`—the Laurenses, the Rutledges, the Pinckneys, the Sumpters", the Marions-Americans all-whose fame is no more to be hemmed in by state lines, than their talents and patriotism were capable of being circumscribed within the same narrow limits.

2. In their day and generation, they served and honored the country, and the whole country, and their renown is of the treasures of the whole country. Him, whose honored name the gentleman himself bears,-does he suppose me less capable of gratitude for his patriotism, or sympathy for his suffering, than if his eyes had first opened upon the light in Massachusetts, instead of South Carolina! Sir, does he suppose it in his power to exhibit in Carolina a name so bright as to produce envy in my bosom? No, sir,-increased gratification and delight rather. Sir, I thank God, that, if I am gifted with little of the spirit which is said to be able to raise mortals to the skies', I have yet none', as I trust, of that other spirit, which would drag angels"

down`.

3. When I shall be found, sir, in my place here in the senate, or elsewhere, to sneer at public merit, because it happened to spring up beyond the little limits of my own

any

such cause, or

state or neighborhood; when I refuse for for any cause, the homage due to American talent, to elevated patriotism, to sincere devotion to liberty and the country; or if I see an uncommon endowment of Heaven ́; if I see extraordinary capacity or virtue in any son of the South; and if, moved by local prejudice, or gangrened by state jealousy, I get up here to abate a tithe of a hair from his just character and just 'fame', may mỹ tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth.

4. Mr. President, I shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts. She needs none. There she is; behold her, and judge for yourselves. There is her history; the world knows it by heart. The past, at least, is secure`. There is Boston, and Concord, and Lexington, and Bunker-hill; and there they will remain forever. And, sir, where American liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives, in the strength of its manhood, and full of its original spirit. If discord and disunion shall wound it; if party strife and blind ambition shall hawk at and tear it; if folly and madness, if uneasiness under salutary restraint, shall succeed to separate it from that Union', by which alone its existence is made sure, it will stand, in the end, by the side of that cradle in which its infancy was rocked; it will stretch forth its arm with whatever of vigor it may still retain, over the friends who gathered around it; and it will fall at last, if fall it must, amid the proudest monuments of its glory, and on the very spot of its origin.

LXVI. THE LAST DAYS OF HERCULANEUM.
FROM ATHERSTONE.

HERCULANEUM and Pompeii were cities of Italy, which were destroyed by an eruption of Vesuvius, being entirely buried under ashes and lava. During the last century they have been dug out, to a considerable extent, and the streets, and buildings, and utensils have been found in a state of perfect preservation.

A Roman soldier, for some daring deed
That trespass'd on the laws, in dungeon low

2.

3.

4.

5.

Chain'd down. His was a noble spirit, rough,
But generous, and brave, and kind.

He had a son; it was a rosy boy,
A little faithful copy of his sire,

In face and gesture. From infancy, the child
Had been his father's solace and his care.

Every sport

The father shar'd and highten'd. But at length,
The rigorous law had grasp'd him, and condemn'd
To fetters and to darkness.

The captive's lot,

He felt in all its bitterness: the walls

Of his deep dungeon answer'd many a sigh

And heart-heav'd groan. His tale was known, and touch'd His jailer with compassion; and the boy,

Thenceforth a frequent visitor, beguil'd

His father's lingering hours, and brought a balm
With his lov'd presence, that in every wound
Drop'd healing. But, in this terrific hour,
He was a poison'd arrow in the breast
Where he had been a cure.

With earliest morn

Of that first day of darkness and amaze,
He came. The iron door was clos'd`,- for them
Never to open more! The day', the night
Dragg'd slowly by; nor did they know the fate
Impending o'er the city. Well they heard
The pent-up thunders in the earth beneath,
And felt its giddy rocking; and the air

Grew hot at length, and thick`; but in his straw
The boy was sleeping: and the father hop'd
The earthquake might pass by: nor would he wake
From his sound rest the unfearing child, nor tell
The dangers of their state.

(7) On his low couch

The fetter'd soldier sank, and with deep awe,
Listen'd the fearful sounds`: with upturn'd eye,

To the great gōds he breath'd a prayer; then, strove
To calm himself, and lose in sleep awhile

His useless terrors. But he could not sleep:
His body burn'd with feverish heat; his chains
Clank'd loud, although he mov'd not`; deep in earth