He swam to where her sinking form, He seized the collar of her dress He bore her up he brought her through We took her in "The darling 's safe! Brave dog!" my father cried. No wonder that we love to play With such a dog as Nero ; Than many a fighting hero. OSBORNE. In the word Newfoundland put the accent on the last syllable. Give the oa in boat and coat the full sound of long o, as in go. Do not pronounce medal as if it were meddle: the a has a slightly obscured sound of short a. Sound the h in humble, exhibit, &c. Sound the ir in first and the ur in burst like er in her. UNRIGHTEOUS MEASURES AGAINST AMERICA. MY LORDS, who is the man that, in addition to the disgraces and mischiefs of our armies, has dared to associate with our arms the tomahawk and scalping-knife of the savage? to call into civilized alliance the wild and inhuman savage of the woods; to delegate to the merciless Indian the defense of disputed rights; and to wage the horrors of his barbarous war against our brethren? These enormities cry aloud for redress and punishment; and, unless thoroughly done away, they will be an indelible stain on the national character. It is not the least of our misfortunes that the strength and character of our army are thus impaired. Familiarized to horrid scenes of savage cruelty, it can no longer boast the generous principles which dignify a soldier; no longer feel "the pride, pomp, circumstance of glorious war, that make ambition virtue." What makes ambition virtue? The sense of honor! But is the sense of honor consistent with a spirit of plunder, or the practice of murder? My lords, you can not conciliate America by your present measures; you can not subdue her by your present, or by any measures. In a just and necessary war, to maintain the rights or honor of my country, I would strip the shirt from my back to support it. But in such a war as this, unjust in its principle, impracticable in its means, and ruinous in its consequences, I would not contribute a single effort, nor a single shilling. EARL OF CHATHAM. BRUCE TO HIS TROOPS. Scors! who have with Wallace bled, Or to victory. Now's the day, and now's the hour, See the front of battle lower ! See approach proud Edward's power- Who will be a traitor knave? Who can fill a coward's grave? Who so base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Who for Scotland's king and law By oppression's woes and pains, Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty 's in every blow! Let us do or die! BURNS. WATER, BRIGHT WATER FOR ME ! O! WATER for me! bright water for me, And wine for the tremulous debauchee! It cooleth the brow, it cooleth the brain, It maketh the faint one strong again ; It comes o'er the sense like a breeze from the sea, O! water, bright water, for me, for me! Fill to the brim! Fill, fill to the brim! E. JOHNSON. OLD GRIMES. OLD Grimes is dead! that good old man We never shall see more; He used to wear a long black coat, All buttoned down before. His heart was open as the day, Whene'er he heard the voice of pain, Kind words he ever had for all; His eyes were dark and rather small, He lived at peace with all mankind ; His pantaloons were blue. Unharmed, the sin which earth pollutes He passed securely o'er; For thirty years or more. But good old Grimes is now at rest, He modest merit sought to find, He had no malice in his mind, His neighbors he did not abuse He wore large buckles on his shoes, His knowledge, hid from public gaze, Nor make a noise, town-meeting days, His worldly goods he never threw Thus undisturbed by anxious cares A fine old gentleman. ALBERT G. GREENE. SPEECH OF MIN-NE-VAH, AN INDIAN CHIEF. WHITE men, we give way before you, like the driving mist before the gale. The next new moon shall not find one of our tribe on these forsaken hunting-grounds. You have conquered. We confess that we are the weaker party. We can not stay here, if we would. But do not think, my white brethren, that it is your courage which has brought us low. Your swords are sharp, and |