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The emperor made the attempt, but relinquished it. "I cannot," he said "the light dazzles me.”

5. "If, then," rejoined the triumphant rabbi, "thou art unable to endure the light of one of his creatures, how canst thou expect to behold the unclouded glory of the Creator?"

XXXV. THE PLACE TO DIE.

1. How little reckSEI it where men die, when once the moment 's past In which the dim and glazing eye has looked on earth its last; Whether beneath the sculptured urn the coffined form shall rest, Or, in its nakedness, return back to its mother's breast!

2. Death is a common friend or foe, as different men may hold,

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And at its summons each must go, the timid and the bold;

But when the spirit, free and warm, deserts it, as it must,

What matter where the lifeless form dissolves again to dust?

3. 'T were sweet, indeed, to close our eyes with those we cherish near, And, wafted upwards by their sighs, soar to some calmer sphere; But whether on the scaffold high, or in the battle's van,

The fittest place where man can die is where he dies for man!
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BREATHES there a man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,

"This is my own, my native land!"
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned,
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there be, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell:
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power and pelf"
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down

To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

2. THE ANCIENT HEROES OF GREECE. Byron. They fell devoted, but undying;

The very gale their names seemed sighing:
The waters murmured of their name;

The woods were peopled with their fame;
The silent pillar, lone and gray,
Claimed kindred with their sacred clay;
Their spirits wrapt the dusky mountain,
Their memory sparkled o'er the fountain;
The meanest rill, the mightiest river,
Rolled mingling with their fame forever.
Despite of every yoke she bears,
That land is glory's still and theirs!
"T is still a watchword to the earth:
When man would do a deed of worth,
He points to Greece, and turns to tread,
So sanctioned, on the tyrant's head:
He looks to her, and rushes on
Where life is lost, or freedom won.

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3. DIVERSITIES OF JUDGMENT.- Pope. 'Tis with our judgments as our watches, Go just alike, yet each believes his own. In poets as true genius is but rare, True taste as seldom is the critic's share;

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Both must alike from Heaven derive their light, -
These born to judge, as well as those to write.
Let such teach others who themselves excel,
And censure freely who have written well.
Authors are partial to their wit, 't is true;
But are not critics to their judgment, too?

4. INWARD GRIEF.

Seems, 184 madam!

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"Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath;
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected 'havior196 of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief,
That can denote me truly; these indeed seem,185
For they are actions that a man might play ;1
But I have that within which passeth show,
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

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5. THE VIRTUOUS LADY IN PERIL. Milton.
These thoughts may startle well, but not astound
The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended.
By a strong siding champion, Conscience. -
O welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings,
And thou, unblemished form of Chastity!
I see ye visibly, and now believe

That he, the Supreme Good, to whom all things ill
Are but as slavish officers of vengeance,
Would send a glistering guardian, if need were,
To keep my life and honor unassailed.

6. WOLSEY'S ADVICE TO CROMWELL. Shakspeare.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition!
By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee:
Corruption wins not more than honesty.

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not.

Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,

Thy God's and truth's: then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell : Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.

7. AGAINST INDIFFERENCE TO NATURE'S CHARMS. Beattie.

O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store
Of charms which nature to her vōtary yields!

The warbling woodland, the resounding shore,
The pomp of groves, the garniture of fields;
All that the genial ray of morning gilds,

And all that echoes to the song of even,

All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields,
And all the dread magnificence of heaven, -

O, how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven!

8. OMNIPRESENCE OF THE DEITY. Thomson.

Should fate command me to the furthest verge
Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,
Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun
Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam
Flames on the Atlantic isles; 't is naught to me;
Since God is ever present, ever felt,

In the void waste as in the city full;

And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
When even at last the solemn hour shall come,
And wing my mystic flight to future worlds,
I cheerful will obey there, with new powers,
Will rising wonders sing: I cannot go
Where Universal Love not smiles around,
Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns;
From seeming evil, still educing good,
And better thence again, and better still,
In infinite progression. But I lose

Myself in him, in light ineffable;

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Come then, expressive Silence, muse his praise.

XXXVII.

APPEAL TO THE MOTHER COUNTRY.

FROM THE ADDRESS OF THE TWELVE UNITED COLONIES, JULY 8, 1775, BY THEIR DELEGATES IN CONGRESS, TO THE INHABITANTS OF GREAT BRITAIN.

1. FRIENDS, Countrymen, and brethren! The once populous, flourishing and commercial town of Boston, is now garrisoned by an army, sent not to protect, but to enslave, its inhabitants. The

civil government is overturned, and a military despotism erected upon its ruins. Without law, without right, powers are assumed unknown to the constitution.

2. To what are we to attribute this treatment? If to any secret principle of the constitution, let it be mentioned! Let us learn that the government we have long revered is not without its defects; and that while it gives freedom to a part, it necessarily enslaves the rest of the empire. If such a principle exists, why, for ages, has it ceased to operate? Why at this time is it called into action?

3. Can no reason be assigned for this conduct? Or must it be resolved into the wanton exercise of arbitrary power? And shall the descendants of Britons tamely submit to this? No, sirs! While we revere the memory of our gallant and virtuous ancestors, we never will, we never can,' 189 surrender those glorious privileges, for which they fought, bled, and conquered.

4. Admit that your fleets can destroy our towns and ravage our sea-coasts; those are inconsiderable objects - things of no moment to men whose bosoms glow with the ardor of liberty. We can retire beyond the reach of your navy, and, without any sensible diminution of the luxuries of life, enjoy a luxury which from that moment you184 will want the luxury of being free!

5. We know the force of your arms; and, were it called forth in the cause of justice and your country, we might dread the exertion; but will Britons fight under the banners of tyranny? Will they counteract the labors, and disgrace the victories, of their ancestors? Will they forge chains for their posterity? If they descend to this unworthy task, will their swords retain their edge - their arms their accustomed vigor?

6. No! Britons can never become the instruments of oppression, till they lose the spirit of freedom, by which alone they are invincible! Since, then, your liberties must be the price of your victories, your ruin of your defeat, what blind fatality can urge you to a pursuit destructive of all that Britons hold dear?

7. If you have no regard for the constitution that has for ages subsisted between us—if you have forgot the wounds we

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