Wit's oracles! say, dreamers of gay dreams!
How will you weather an eternal night,
Where such expedients fail!

2. Examples in the middle.

And he said, Men! brethren! and fathers'! hearken. But Peter standing up with the eleven, lifted up his voice and said unto them, Ye men of Judea'! and all ye that dwell at Jerusalem'! be this known unto you.

I love thee, mournful, sober-suited night!
When the faint moon, yet lingering in her wane,
And veiled in clouds, with pale uncertain light
Hangs o'er the waters of the restless main.

3. Examples at the end.

By the end is here meant, it will be borne in mind, the end of a proposition. Now that you are gone, who will take your place, servant of God, and friend of man!

Is this your triumph, this your proud applause,
Children of truth, and champions of her cause?

Behold, you powers!

To whom you have entrusted human kind!

See Europe, Africa, Asia, put in balance,

And all weighed down by one light, worthless woman!

And say, Supernal powers! who deeply scan

Heaven's dark decrees, unfathomed yet by man!
When shall the world call down to cleanse her shame
That embryo spirit, yet without a name.

How could ye do this, ye slaves and miserable panders of tyranny!

They will cry in the last accents of despair', oh! for a Washington, an Adams, a Jefferson !*

Gentlemen, we are at the point of a century from the birth of Washington'; and what a century it has been!

At the end of the very next century, if she proceeds as she seems to promise', what a wondrous spectacle may she not exhibit !

When Jesus saw that he was very sorrowful, he said', How hardly shall they that have riches enter into the kingdom of God!

And when he came to himself, he said', How many hired servants of my father have enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger!

If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children', how much more shall your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him!

Praise and thanksgiving are the most delightful business of heaven; and God grant that they may be our greatest delight, our most frequent employment, on earth!

O Jerusalem', Jerusalem', thou that killest the prophets and stonest them that are sent unto thee', how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not !†

When the sun rises or sets in the heavens, when autumn pours forth its fruits, or when winter returns in its awful forms, happy were it for us, did we view the Creator and Preserver of all, continually manifesting himself in his various works!

When a government forbids its citizens, under pain of death, to receive any pension or largess from the hands of foreigners, how gentle and easy is that law to those, who, for the sake of their fatherland and liberty, would of their own accord abstain from so unworthy an act! but on the contrary, how harsh and oppressive does it appear to those who care for nothing but their selfish gains!

If for the prosperity of our worldly attempts, for avoiding dangers that threaten us with pain and damage, for defeating the adversaries of our secular quiet, we make our song of victory, how much more for the happy progress of our spiritual affairs, for escaping those dreadful hazards of utter ruin and endless torture, for vanquishing sin and hell, those irreconcilable enemies to our everlasting peace, are we obliged to utter triumphant anthems of joy and thankfulness!

I. e. Oh! what would we not give for a Washington, &c. &c.

+ This sentence strictly speaking is wholly exclamatory; but the appellative portion being virtually declarative, I include this and other cases of the same kind, in the semi exclamatory species.

Yes, beauty dwells in all our paths, but sorrow too is there : How oft some cloud within us dims the bright, still summer

air,

When we carry our sick hearts abroad amidst the joyous things,

That through the leafy places glance on many-colored wings!

Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe:
Won by their sweets, in nature's languid hour,
The way-worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower:
There, as the wild bee murmurs on the wing,
What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring!
What viewless forms the Eolian organs play,
And sweep the furrowed lines of anxious thought
away!

Look then abroad through nature to the range
Of planets, suns and adamantine spheres,
Wheeling unshaken through the void immense,
And speak, O man! does this capacious scene
With half that kindling majesty dilate
Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rose
Refulgent from the stroke of Cæsar's fate
Amid the crowd of patriots, and his arm
Aloft extending, like eternal Jove

When guilt brings down the thunder, called aloud
On Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel,
And bade the father of his country, hail!
For lo! the tyrant prostrate on the dust,
And Rome again is free!

Land of our fathers! though 't is ours to roam
A land upon whose bosom thou might'st lie,
Like infant on its mother's; though 't is ours
To gaze upon a nobler heritage

Than thou couldst e'er unshadow to thy sons;
Though ours to linger upon fount and sky,
Wilder, and peopled with great spirits who
Walk with a deeper majesty than thine;
Yet, as our fatherland, oh who shall tell
The lone mysterious energy which calls
Upon our sinking spirits to walk forth
Amid thy wood and mount, where every hill
Is eloquent with beauty, and the tale
And song of centuries, the cloudless years
When fairies walked thy valleys, and the turf

Rung to their tiny footsteps, and quick flowers
Sprang with the lifting grass on which they trode :
When all the landscape murmured to its rills,
And Joy with Hope slept in its leafy bowers!

Miscellaneous Examples of Exclamatory Sentences.

Blush, then, ministers and warriors of imperial France, who have deluded your nation by pretensions to a disinterested regard for its liberties and rights! disgorge the riches extorted from your fellow-citizens, and the spoils amassed from confiscation and blood! restore to impoverished nations the price paid by them for the privilege of slavery, and now appropriated to the refinements of luxury and corruption! approach the tomb of Hamilton, and compare the insignificance of your gorgeous palaces with the awful majesty of this tenement of clay !

If charters are not deemed sacred, how miserably precarious is every thing founded upon them!

May that magnificence of spirit, which scorns the low pursuits of malice, may that generous compassion, which often preserves from ruin even a guilty villain, forever actuate the noble bosoms of Americans!

Tell me, ye bloody butchers! ye villains high and low! ye wretches who contrived, as well as ye who executed the inhuman deed! do you not feel the goads and stings of conscious guilt pierce through your savage bosoms!

Unhappy Monk! cut off, in the gay morn of manhood, from all the joys which sweeten life: doomed to drag on a pitiful existence, without even a hope to taste the pleasures of returning health!

Ye dark, designing knaves! ye murderers! parricides! how dare you tread upon the earth, which has drank in the blood of slaughtered innocents, shed by your hands: how dare you breathe that air which wafted to the ear of heaven the groans of those who fell a sacrifice to your accursed ambition! But if the laboring earth doth not expand her jaws, if the air you breathe is not commissioned to be the minister of death, yet hear it and tremble! The eye of heaven penetrates the darkest chambers of the soul: traces the leading clue through all the

labyrinths which your industrious folly has devised; and you, however you may have screened yourselves from human eyes, must be arraigned, must lift your hands, red with the blood of those whose death you have procured, at the tremendous bar of God!

May this Almighty Being graciously preside in all our councils : may he direct us to such measures as he himself shall approve, and be pleased to bless: may we ever be a people favored of God: may our land be a land of liberty, the seat of virtue, the asylum of the oppressed, a name and a praise in the whole earth, until the last shock of tin.e shall bury the empires of the world in one common undistinguished

ruin!

The voice of your father's blood cries to you from the ground, My sons, scorn to be slaves! In vain we met the frowns of tyrants; in vain we crossed the boisterous ocean, found a new world, and prepared it for the happy residence of liberty; in vain we toiled; in vain we fought; we bled in vain; if you, our offspring, want valor to repel the assaults of her invaders!

Say, fellow-citizens! what dreadful thought now swells your heaving bosoms! You fly to arms: sharp indignation flashes from each eye: revenge gnashes her iron teeth : death grins a hideous smile, secure to drench his greedy jaws in human gore; whilst hovering furies darken all the air!

For what task more delightful than to contemplate the successful struggles of virtue: to see it, at one moment, panting under the grasp of oppression, and rising in the next with renewed strength, as if, like the giant son of earth, she had acquired vigor from the fall: to see hope and disappointment, plenty and want, defeats and victories, following each other in rapid succession, and contributing, like light and shade, to the embellishment of the piece!-What more soothing to the soft and delicate feelings of humanity, than to wander, with folded arms and slow and pensive step, amidst the graves of departed heroes, to indulge the mingled emotions of grief and admiration at one moment, giving way to private sorrow, and lamenting the loss of a friend, a relation, a brother; in the next, glowing with patriot warmth, gazing with ardor on their wounds, and invoking their spirits, while we ask Heaven to inspire us with equal fortitude!

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Strange, unaccountable paradox! How much more rational would it be to argue that the natural enemy of the privileges of freemen is he who is robbed of them himself!

How inany opportunities do foreign attachments afford, to