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repeated in his delirium, connected with such passion

" Her life is ever twined

With other lives, and by no stormy wind ate expressions of tenderness, rushed like lightening

May thence be shaken.” through her mind; scathing in its passage every bright anticipation she had dared to foster. The “ thick, Gerald clasped the picture in its case, after gazing warm tears" gushed to her eyes, but she quickly check fondly on it, and resumed his seat. When he spoke ed them, and with assumed calmness, attempted to dis- again, his voice was startling, in its deep and hollow engage herself from Gerald's arms, saying "the exer-tones. “I have said," continued he," that I loved that tion of riding had exhausted her, and exchanging so bright being on whose resemblance you have just suddenly the cold air without for the close warm tem- looked. Loved-oh! God! how worshippingly, how perature of a sick chamber, had occasioned her swoon. exclusively, who can know, who can conceive? In the “Not so, my love,” whispered Gerald, as he twined his entire and uninterrupted happiness, which for years arms more closely round her. “Leave me not yet-1 marked this affection, a thought of change never inbave something to say to you, which should not be truded, and it was long before the threatened and lowdeferred,” ard as he spoke he glanced towards the ering tempest, which had gathered so slowly, yet so fatal miniature-Ida trembled. Gerald resumed—“Idarkly over the fair face of my dream-like existence, have long wished, my dear Ida, to communicate to you burst forth in irrepressible violence, devastating and some circumstances connected with my history, but desolating every sacred tie-blasting every oasis in which are of so painful a nature, and awaken such life's pilgrimage. There was ofttimes a wildness in the bitterness of anguish, that I have always shrunk from eye of Emily, before which I quailed—a fierceness even dwelling on them—however, after the event of this in the demonstrations of her love, at which I trembled, morning, in justice to myself, I can have no farther but I ascribed it to the workings of that noble intellect, concealment from you. Listen to me, and you shall that glorious mind, which were as worthy of adorahear what has been the hushed secret of my soul; what tion as the beautiful temple which enshrined the rare has haunted my dreams, engrossed every thought of gifts. my bosom, stilled every hope of happiness which I “Well do I remember the feeling of agony with which tremblingly cherished, and is slowly drinking the life- I reft myself from her for the first time, when I bade blood of my heart.” He paused, and extended his adieu to the scenes of my boyhood for the more tumularm towards the table, grasped the picture, and placed tuous career of my collegiate course. I was an orphan, it in Ida's hand. “Think you that beautiful ?” tremu- but the sacredness of every feeling seemed concentrated lously inquired he. It represented, as I have before in my love for her. said, one in extreme youth ; the long, sunny hair “Years passed, and my only enjoyment was poring waved on the dimpled shoulders, unconfined, save by over the burning professions of her unwaning affection, a darrow fillet of blue, which vied with the clear ce- traced in her own fair and delicate characters. It was rulean of the beaming eyes. In the rounded cheek, now drawing towards the close of my last year at the tint of summer's sunset seemed to linger, and the college. Emily had not written to me at all of late, ruby lips appeared almost bursting into a glorious and though I had continued scrupulously punctual in and exquisite smile. But the radiance of loveliness my letters to her, days, weeks, months rolled by, and I rested in the expression-it was indescribable. Hope hailed not one in return. This was inexplicable, and was there, with her kindling influences, blending so when, at length, I was emancipated from the frowning beautifully with a thousand other imaginings, that one walls of my university, I hurried homewards, oppressed could have looked forever on that fair, young creature, by a thousand indefinable apprehensions, whose shawithout defining what was shadowed forth in the se-dows I strove in vain to cast from me. It was evening raphic countenance. Ida gazed long on it, and as she when I reached - Park. The weather was stormy restored it to Gerald, expressed her admiration in a tone and tempestuous, and as I drove with a rapid pace calm, though sorrowful. “Such,” said he, “was one through the long avenues which led to the house, the whom I loved with all the fervor and impassioned de- old trees bent with a melancholy, dirge-like moaning, votion of boyhood, and her wondrous beauty and en- to the angry blast which swept onwards. 'Is Emily dearing qualities commanded my affection long after well?' asked I hastily, as I bounded up the noble stair. her bitter fate had severed us far and wide. In the case, and was met on the landing place by one of the glow of day, her memory is wafted to me, as I remem- domestics. I had arrived unexpectedly, and found no ber her, 'mantled with fair loveliness?—in the deep one waiting in the hall to receive me, I had therefore sublimity of night, I hear again her accents of tender- ascended, unbidden and unwelcomed. “Is Emily well?' ness and love, which never failed to awaken an echo in repeated I, as the old and faithful servant turned from my bosom-then the remembrance of her dark desti- me, to conceal the tears which gathered in her dim eyes, ny fits before me, filling my soul with uncontrolla- and to hide the expression of agony which crossed her

time-worn features. I seized her by the arm with a “And her name?" asked Ida, in a voice of irrepressi- grasp which seemed to startle her by its fierceness. She ble anxiety. “Was Emily,” replied he ; and her heart turned towards me ; "old woman,' muttered I, in an seemed to stand still, as he slowly and tenderly pro-intensity of apprehension, which almost deprived me nounced the name. Gerald apparently observed not of breath, 'old woman, tell me the worst-is Emily her agitation, for which she was grateful. Woman, dead?' and my voice sank into a whisper, a coldness even in her first romance of passion, with inherent benumbed my heart, a sickly dread came over me, as delicacy, veils from the eye of the beloved one, the my worst fears found utterance. deep bright fount of love, which is ever bubbling up in "Not dead! not dead !' replied she, “but a living her heart's depths-conceals how inseparably tomb is more fearful than the sepulchre of the dead!'

ble anguish."

I released not my grasp— Explain,' said I, 'why is it Ijing scene, and for many weeks I exposed not myself to do not see your young mistress ? She burst into tears, the view of its entire misery. and between the sobs which seemed to come from “Yet I saw her again ; and as the door of her prisonher soul's depths, I learned, -lean down to me, Ida,-chamber was thrown open to me, I observed a grate that Emily was a maniac, a raving, furious maniac! had been added, which prevented farther entrance. Oh! Heavens! the agony of that moment--I can not Emily glanced towards me; a demoniac scream parted tell how I survived it:—there came a few scalding her lips; fire flashed in her eyes. With extended drops, wrung from my heart's anguish--but I could arms, she sprang towards the grate. What was it not weep—the fountain of tears was quenched—the struck on my ear? I could not mistake the dull, clank. fire of heaven seemed to have scathed my bosom. I ing sound-she was chained! and around that light, laid my burning brow on the cold floor, where I had fairy form, which had oft felt the twinings of my emprostrated myself; and even in that moment, the brace, was fastened the cold, heavy iron! It confined events of the past, the images of vanished hours, her to her dreary abode, and being attached to the Aitted before my mental vision, and seemed to taunt wall, hindered her from reaching me. She sank pros. me as they passed. I arose ; the fearful, appalling calm trate on the floor, about midway between her couch and of sorrow was on me. • Lead me to her-quick-the door." added I, as the old woman seemed to hesitate-'in. Gerald paused; the big tears stood on his manly stantly. There was that in my tone, which intimi- cheek ; his breast heaved beneath the avalanche of andated her into obedience. I followed her through the guish which choked his utterance; while Ida, leaning long, dim passages of that old mansion, with a firm her cheek on his shoulder, wept unrestrainedly. step. She led towards a portion of the building which “It was not long before my Emily was released from had not been tenanted since my remembrance; and her sufferings,” resumed. Gerald ; “ death came, and its crumbling dilapidation told that time's footstep had without one ray of returning reason gilding her deparicrushed it in his passage. We ascended a narrow and ing hours, she was wrapped in the cold embrace of the winding stairway-she paused :—'If I dare remon- tomb. For months I lived in that lonely and deserted strate, urged she, hesitatingly-I waved my hand house, knowing no greater happiness than in the still. with an impatience I could not control,—Continue-Iness of night to prostrate myself in the luxury of grief, see her, if my life is the forfeit.' We proceeded, and beneath the shadows of the willows, whose long and before a door on which the damps of years had restgraceful branches drooped in the silvery moonlight so ed, she stopped. She applied a key to it, and as it sadly over the grave of her I had loved so well. But, slowly grated on its hinges, I involuntarily and eagerly Ida, you know not all. Listen! That young, bright pressed forward. In the cold, darkly lighted room, creature, was my sister! The sister of the purest affecwhose misery and desolation a few expiring embers in tion that ever sprung into life. I had known no mothe rusty grate only served to disclose, was my once ther's tenderness; no father's care. She was all the beautiful, still loved Emily. She raised her mild, blue world to me: she guided my erring steps in boybood; eyes as the noise of my entrance arrested her attention, she watched beside my couch of pain, when burning and there passed over her countenance a strange, un- fever scorched me; she shared every feeling of sadness natural fire, which made me shudder. I rushed towards or joyousness which agitated my bosom; and for me, the couch from which she had started. The grasp of for my improvement, for my advancement, she abdicated the aged servant, who would have restrained me, was all those glittering pleasures to which her youth, beauty, as nothing before the strength of that despair which wealth and rank entitled her. You may imagine with nerved my frame. I clasped in my arms the fragile what idolatry I loved her ; how the very poetry of form which months of suffering had rendered almost affection lived in our intercourse. After that fatal malashadowy. I pressed my cold lips on that brow, where dy had descended on her-after she was laid in the intellect, in all its proud regality, had once been en- bosom of earth~I learned my mother's buoyancy of throned—'Emily, my own, dear Emily--whispered 1, spirit and brightness of beauty had thus faded from life! 'I am here—your Gerald.' I ceased-mind had fled; that madness was my birthright, my inheritance !why should I thus speak to one, whom hopeless insanity Wonder you now that I tremble, as I view the young, had made its victim. I held her from me- I gazed upon fair pledge of our loves ? that even in the enjoyment of her-her eyes met mine. "Gerald !' murmured she, the happiness I now possess, I oft shudder as I think as she looked long and earnestly into my face—a rich how dark, how stormy a night may succeed to its brightglow passing over that cheek which had been before as ness

s—but,” added Gerald, in a hoarse, broken voice, of marble. I did not speak-I could not—but the ride of “promise me, Ida, when the pall of insanity shall have life seemed to have ceased, as I yielded to the intensity descended to cover the light of intellect, when the fire of hope that single word inspired-yet it was momen- of madness shall have scorched the sources of life, proiary-another instant, and a wild, hollow, sepulchral mise me, you will not leave, will not forsake me !" laugh burst from the lips of Emily. The old vaulted “Never! never!” ejaculated the weeping wife, as she building seemed to seize it, and fling it back on my Aung herself into his arms, pressing her cold cheek to heart, with a weight which threatened to crush vitality. the colder one of her husband; how her heart smole her One moment more, and the long, sharp nails of the for having so wronged him, by nurturing one suspicion slender fingers were buried in my throat with a fierce of that noble nature. That heart clung to him with ness, a fury of which I had not conceived. The blood renewed idolatry, and who can know the passionate ferfollowed, and overcome with all I had endured, I sank vor of the prayer which arose from its inmost depths, in utter helplessness on the floor. I became unconscious that God would avert from her hearth a curse so bitter, When I recovered, I was removed from that heart-rend-I so blighting !

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It was but four years from the events recorded above, over her cheek. “Hush, Ida! mine own one !" whisperand a group, in which the very spirit of grief seemed ed he. “Glory is opening upon me—the Redeemerdwelling, were assembled in a chamber of that mansion precious—peace The lones, grew indistinct-Ida which had seen so forcibly portrayed the perishable heard no more. Slowly, very slowly, the arms which ness of life's gifts. It was night, and the howling of the were twined around her neck fell from their resting tempest without, the heavy, monotonous pattering of the place. His spirit had passed, even while words of rain, che melancholy sighing of the wind, seemed un- peace lingered on his colorless lips. Gently the strickheard by the sorrowful occupants of that apartment, en wife arose, lest she might disturb the beautiful repose in which perfect stillness reigned. A solitary taper of the dead-tremblingly she passed her hand over Aang its sickly and flickering rays athwart a couch on those lids which drooped over the glazed eyeballs which rested the form of a man apparently but in the carefully she put aside the long, dark hair, which shaded noontide of life. In the restless and unquiet rolling of the serene face of the marble-like corpse. Then kneelthe large dark eyes, there beamed no mind, yet there ing beside the couch of death, her child nestling with was beauty, strange beauty, in the finely chiselled lips, sobs beside her, Ida gazed her last on the one who had in the high, pure brow, which seemed imbedded in the been dearer to her than aught else earth held. heavy masses of black hair clustering around the countenance of deadly paleness. A small, fair hand, was Ida lived many years after the golden link in life's twined in those sable locks, and over the bed of insanity chain had been shattered. She was not unmindful of leaned the form of a female, painfully attenuated. her remaining blessings, and in the education of her In the depths of her languid eye, there lay a history, daughter, in teaching her to tread the paths of holiness, a tale of love, tenderness, suffering, and blighted happi- in administering to the comforts of her aged father, ness, but the meek and unmurmuring spirit of the chris- she enjoyed serenity and composure. Yet the memotian reposed there also that spirit, which yielded notries of her youth-the sacred remembrance of Gerald, to the blast as it swept over the treasure-house of the the husband of her deathless love-were never dimmed ; affections, but which even in the bitterness of desola- and her chastenings drew her more closely, more terition, could exclaim, “the cup which my father hath derly to that Father, who hath said unto his redeemed given me, shall I not drink of it!" Who in that prema- children—"When thou passest through the waters I ture wreck of all that was most beautiful, could recog- will be with thee;-and through the rivers, they shall nize the once brilliant Ida V--, the creature of sun- not overflow thee; when thou walkest through the fire, shine ?– The stream of life, once mirroring nought but thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kinhappiness, had been imbittered and troubled. Though dle upon thee."* she felt that the billows of anguish were breaking over Nelson County, Va. her soul, as she watched beside her maniac husband, her sorrow was voiceless, and even the sigh, which oft struggled to escape its prison-house, was hushed; the eye was uplifted to heaven with renewed fervency, the

AFFECTION'S TRIUMPHS. lips moved in prayer with unabated frequency, as she sometimes almost yielded to the passionate impulses of her grief. At the foot of the couch, over which his daughter bent, stood Mr. V-, with folded arms, a Oh ye! who dare review the past, to find rooted and stern sorrow depicted on his venerable A stimulus to rouse the exhausted mind, countenance; and kneeling beside him, her dimpled When present, or approaching ills, disarm arms embracing his knees, her young, bright head Exciting pleasure of her wonted charmbowed on her bosom, was a fair child, whose few Ye, whom no agony it brings to trace years seemed to preclude the possibility of her ap- On Memory's scroll some old, familiar place; preciating the peculiar and moving scene on which where parents, brethren, sisters, gathered round, she had been looking. Yet her childhood had been Indulgent read the oracles profound, nurtured in affliction, and on her young and graceful Which, from your school-room tripods, by the mail brow, thought had descended prematurely. She knew Were sent to illuminate your native valeher father was dying-that father she had been taught Or where, when on life's broader seas afloat, to love passionately—and when she gazed on his sunken And of past toils and triumphs won you wrote, and emaciated face, she wept convulsively. Ida wiped Warmed many a heart, which ne'er to you was cold, away the chill damps of death, which had already be. As all exultingly your tale they told-gun to collect on the brow of the sufferer. Suddenly Or, where in gay luxuriance scattered round the storm without ceased,—the dying man moved— The leaves of many a wild-lower strewed the ground, "Heaven," ejaculated he, as with supernatural strength You kissed the blushes from a fair one's cheek, he started from his pillow, and a smile of ineffable In witness of the love you could not speak-sweetness passed over his pale countenance "Hea- 'Tis not enough that on these pleasing themes, ven is gained! In Zion is no suffering, no tears ! Ida, As on the pagcantry of vanished dreams, my own beloved !" and the next moment she is wreath- Reflection dwells, while no reproachful voice ed in his embrace. Reason had returned--though in By conscience waked, forbids you to rejoice. his departing moments. She had prayed that he might not die in fearful insanity. That prayer was heard

'Tis not enough, that by your peaceful hearth answered—and she was happy, even while the fitful Your hearts grow lighter while you list the mirth breathings of her husband passed fainter and fainter

• Isaiah, chapter 43, verse 2d.

Vol. IV.-51

PART III.

Of children, who your flattered wisdom task
To impart the knowledge they so shrewdly ask :
'Tis not enough, that daily from your door,
Welcome partakers of your hard earned store,
Go age and want, while many a prayer is said
That choicest blessings shower upon your head:
'Tis not enough, that conscious of your own,
Toward kindred follies you have mercy shown;
Nor not enough that even guilt, prepared
By penitence, your kind concern has shared ;
And landed safe on Virtue's lofty shore,
A waif on Passion's ocean floats no more.

Which ever through translucent ether blaze,
He joys, as never joy the meaner crowds
Whose highest fights scarce cleave the lowest clouds.
And some in eyries nursed, have dared essay
To reach the realm of intellectual day:
Restrained from flight eccentric by the guide
Long since by holiest oracles supplied ;
And borne on reason's pinions, far above
The earth-born mists of error now they move.
Though life is found too short, and all too weak
Their restless wings to gain what still they seek,
They strive not without hope, nor strive in vain,
To approach where mortal man can ne'er attain.

See from their sheltered and secluded nooks, Born of the rains of Heaven, a thousand brooks, Impelled by unseen forces, onward go, Just murmuring music as they gently flow; Wind lest they overwhelm each feeble shoot, Or bare some sturdy oak's fantastic root; Dispense rich verdure through the unshaded mead, And lend the strength which lifts the flowret's head; Then join, and still acceding streams receive, Till 'neath alluvial banks Ohio heave; Which, as it glides, its kindred floods expand, And Mississippi hastens through the land, To add its depth to that unfathomed deep Whose restless waves the isles and continents sweep.

To deprecate man's frailties, not despise His nobler aspirations, would be wise. What matters it that some of plodding head Learn their low parts and play them for their bread, If, on the stage of life, some loftier minds, Whom no set rule nor cherished error blinds, Appear, as meteors in the impervious night, Bright in themselves, but more by contrast bright? Them, moody bigots may refuse to hear; At them, untutored galleries may jeer ; And stolid critics of the stage-box sneer, Who hid in shadow see but half the stage; Mistake for rant the actor's generous rage; Rail at a pause 'twixt nominative and verb; Nor feel the emotions which can language curb: But there are some admirers in the crowd Whose praise rewards, though seldom breathed aloudSome who have conned Experience' lessons o'er, And treasured as fine gold the instructive lore; Who judge, not without purpose, in the plan Of animated nature, but on man Propitious Heaven the immortal soul bestows, Which with desire to know incessant glows: Or gives, with memory, an intellect Can follow to its cause each known effect; This cause and consequence with those compare, And, to the world, the truths thus gleaned declare.

Thus must Affection's votaries join; thus lend Their aid to each ; thus all their efforts blend; Till thy broad, placid river, Knowledge, pours Its fertilizing wave along the shores Itself has built; where all that gladdens earthHarvests of mental wealth and mental worthReward who will but plow, and sow the seeds, And clear the virgin soil of shadowing weeds :Till Freedom's swelling and resistless flood, Burst through the barriers which a while withstood, Leaps on, by still increasing impulse urged, Impatient in Truth's ocean to be merged.

On that bold flood the nations of mankind,
In one great league by pleased Affection joined,
Anxious that Truth shall bear their destiny
On the broad bosom of her bourneless sea,
Not careless of the weak, nor of the strong
Afraid, shall ride in triumph and ere long.

Vainly thc dwindling band, who ne'er have known
A wish for blessings not to be their own,
Sneer at the ecstasies their coldness views,
Heightened by hopes each passing hour renews:
Vainly such aspirations they despise,
For, if untrue, the heart will hold them wise,
As kindles into life its honest pride
To feel how nearly 'tis to Heaven allied,
If, from their entertainment, it derives
Delights unknown to dull, insensate lives.

If, when the eagle aims his circling way
To the high fountain of terrestrial day,
His pinions, bathed too oft in earth's cold dews,
Or wearied by ignobler toil, refuse
To bear him till he reach his wished for goal;
Yet far beneath the stormy vapors roll;
And in the brilliant and unbroken rays,

The busy ants, their streets the earth below, Build, as they built a thousand years ago ; And now as then, on fluttering pinions gay, Myriads of insects sport their lives away: With the same twigs, the fowls their nests contrive; On the same moss, the hardy reindeer thrive: The insects learn not from the prudent ants To guard 'gainst coming cold or hunger's wants ; The reindeer learn not from the soaring fowls The way to lands where winter never howls; Nor seek the ants to know, why o'er their heads The arching roof they make in safety spreads; Nor ask the wandering fowls, why constant move The waves beneath them, and the clouds above.

Man marks the magnet tremble to the pole, And in the darkness sails where oceans roll: The heated water sees in vapor rise; A giant force its subject aid supplies : For one rule known, he theorises ten; Finds some are true, and builds on them again; And thus his pile of science grows apace, The structure firm though narrowest at the base.

Can he who thus progressively improves

And bids them arm them for the dread affray, His knowledge of the world which round him moves, Dark vapors dim the blessed light of day; Omit to scan the workings of his mind,

While not a sound upon the dying air Or to its wondrous faculties be blind?

Disturbs the fixedness of man's despair: And knowing them, shall he forever fail

So still-so dark—too paralysed, to hope To bid them o'er his sensual lusts prevail ?

Heaven would again its dazzling portals ope, Shall selfishness forever in his heart

The moral world reposed; the light to guide
Be throned secure, to play the tyrant's part ?

The uncertain step, and cheer the heart, denied.
Forever shall he impotently rave
When Passion bids, or bow her abject slave ?

But soon low distant murmurings are heard,
No; the blest time approaches, sure though slow, As of a forest by the night-winds stirred;
When these shall totter to their overthrow;

And meteor flashes from the holy fire
And he, from sense, and self, and passion free, Which smouldered long, but could not all expire-
No more misguiding error's fool shall be.

The fire of Truth-appal the red conclave

Who long claimed learning for their proper slave: In the dark ages, now forever passed,

While, like the thunderpeals that rend the skies, In cloistered halls were learning's stores amassed :

The cry of multitudes their power defies; The bigot monk, within his darkened cell,

And bursts the second dawning of the day Pondered the comes the warrior could not spell;

Whose all-pervading beams nor kings, nor popes, can And left his useless emendations there,

stay.
To be the future antiquary's care:
The curious arts were spent in conjuring tricks, Then might the ear of Faith have heard again
Or whiled his hours who scorned with men to mix;

The loud, the joyful, the triumphant strain,
And, but the fearful mariner on the main,

Which once before through Heaven's high arches rang Or false astrologer, watched the starry train :

When “Glory to the Highest !" angels sang; Doomed for his thriftless life a slave to plod,

And, conscious of redeeming mercy's plan, The bondman trembled at his chieftain's nod,

They shouted “Peace on earth-good will toward man!" Or, where War stalked, a god in glittering vest, With Desolation, in his footsteps pressed ;

Then came the deadly struggle-then the foes His morning toil, to practice ruthless deeds ;

Of Knowledge, Freedom, Truth, in power arose : His evening task, to count again his beads :

Affection's followers willing victims died ; And all were bound together by the band

But growing hosts each martyr's place supplied. By Superstition and Ambition planned

Hark! even now the sound of clashing arms, A band which galled, the while it firmly held

The despot on his tottering throne alarms; Some jealous hearts by hate of tyrants swelled. Now, 'neath his walls the assailing force appears, Affection then, fore'er the friend of man,

Their cheering war-cry thundering in his ears. Her noblest triumphs, and her last, began :

For still Oppression reigns from where the Czar

Makes thousands pine beneath the polar star, Still had she comforted his stricken soul,

To where the sable African delights And o'er its fires in kindness held control.

In human immolation's horrid rites-
But now, when round his board his nestlings drew,

From the far east, where stupid tyrants sway
She sought his rugged nature to subdue ;
And bade him contemplate their coming lot,

Their iron rods, and cringing slaves obey,
When from the precincts of his humble cot

To Europe's realms, where tyrants more refined, They would be torn, and their young blood be poured, And here, where sundered is her brittle chain,

Make free the body, and enslave the mind.
To aggrandise a mercenary lord.
Then with a flushing brow, and fiery eye,

Where jealous laws the lowliest's rights maintain, And lip compressed, the oppressor to defy

Where all acknowledge all have right to claim

What men in other lands must trembling nameHe learned, and marching on with form erect,

Here, o'er men's hearts dominion still she holds,
Made Tyranny his offspring's rights respect,
And yield, though grudgingly, the fulcrum law

And to her purposes opinion moulds.
Whereon late ages Freedom's lever saw.

For even here, the men who make the law,

Are prone as she directs the bill to draw;
Affection hailed the deed; but man, enchained

And petty tyrants strive to make a great,
By Ignorance still, knew not how much he had gained; That, for their profit, he may rule the state.
And active as her followers now should be,
She hastened on his glorious destiny :

My countrymen! well may your hearts rejoice From the oppressed her ministers she chose,

Your lot is in the land should be your choice: And told the secret treacheries of her foes:

And, not unwisely, while the historic page Then, for the mighty work 'twas their’s to do,

You ponder, may exultingly presage Prepared themselves the stalwart, chosen few,

Our country's loftier fame, when hastening years By days of study, and by nights of thought,

Have perfected the work which so endears Till wrestling prayer the strength they needed brought. The names we have from earliest childhood known

Their names and his-his friends and Washington. As when the earthquake, in his caverned halls But oh ! forget not we have much to do, Convulsive elements around him calls,

if to their memory we would be true.

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