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Theirs is the pride, bequeathed by glorious sires,
To guard their Lares, and protect their fires;
To rear a race, enlightened, brave and free,
Heirs of the soil, and tenants of the sea;
Whose breasts the Union shield, its laws revere,
As country sacred, and as freedom dear.

Long as our hardy yeomanry command
The rich fee-simple of their native land;
While, mid the labours of the ripening plain,
They form the phalanx, and the courser train;
While, in our martial school, are chiefs enrolled,
As Lincoln prudent, and as Putnam bold;

While, Catiline expelled, our senate prize

Hearts, just as Russell's; heads, as Bowdoin's, wise;
While guides our realm a patriot sage, who first,
When Power's volcano o'er our nation burst,

Unawed, like Pliny, saw the flame aspire,
And cities sink in cataracts of fire;
Undaunted heard the rocking of the spheres,
While all Vesuvius thundered in his ears:
No longer dread Columbia's gallant host,
The fierce invader, lowering on their coast;
Nor wiles of traitors, nor Corruption's power;
Nor Blount's conspiracy, nor Randolph's "flour !"

Of late, in Gorgon's hall, from Anarch's tub,
What Rhetorick graced the orgies of the Club?
But now, an injured people, wiser grown,

Taught dear Experience, by the wrongs they've known;
This maxim hold, which much fine spouting saves,
Ex-clusive patriots are con-clusive knaves!

Stern power of justice, whose uplifted hand

Would sweep from earth Sedition's wayward band;
Scourged by their crimes, redeem the scattered host,

Nor let the remnant of her tribe be lost;
With arm relenting, to their morbid gaze,
The mystick serpent of thy mercy raise :
The sins of Faction, now deceased, forgive,
While her repenting sons look up and live!

From foreign feud, and civil discord free, As is Columbia, may she ever be!

May Europe's storms ne'er damp the generous flame,
Which warms each bosom for his country's fame!
Long roll between our shores the Atlantick tide;
Wide as our hemispheres, our laws divide!

And should some earthquake, with more powerful vent,
Than that, which Dover's cliffs from Calais rent,
With prisoned force insurging Neptune's reign,

Convulse the deep foundations of the main,
Till both the continents, in Nature's fright,

Cleft from their bases, totter to unite ;
May Fate the closing empires intervene,
And raise, when Ocean sinks, an Alps between!

In realms, where Law and Liberty unite,
In the broad charter of co-equal right,
Where publick Will invests the civil sway,
Where those, who govern, must in turn obey;

From Party's chrysalis, unseen to rise,

The buzzing beetle of Ambition flies.

What time, those fiends accursed no longer draw
The People's sanction from the People's law;

What time, the choral hymn of Union flows,
And Concord's temple hears a nation's vows;
When every sect supports, with patriot zeal,
One universal creed, the publick weal:
Then, blest Columbia, shall thy spotless fame
Shine, like the vestal lamp's perennial flame!
Then shall thy car disperse, thy Trident awe
The hovering hordes of predatory war;
Thy neutral flag protect its wealthy sail,
Freight every tide, and charter every gale;
The deep Patowmac's sea-like breast sustain
The keels of fleets, the commerce of the main :
And, while their giant shades project from high,
The walls of Washington shall lift the sky;
And see, expanding round thy Civick Dome,
The bay of Naples, and the towers of Rome !

When Asian kingdoms, whelmed in moral guilt,

By Terror governed, as on rapine built,
Like lost Palmyra, only shall be known,

By sculptured fragments of Colossal stone;
When thou, as musing Tully paused and wept,
Where Syracuse and Archimedes slept,
With solemn Sorrow and with pilgrim feet,
Shalt trace the shades of Vernon's still retreat,
And, as the votive marble's faithful page

Inscribes to Fame the Saviour of his age,

Shalt dew the knee-worn turf, with streaming eyes,
Where, urned in dust, the mighty Fabius lies:
Thy realm, maturing 'mid the feathery flight

Of ages, trackless as the plumes of light,

In vigorous youth, the vital power shall prove
Of private Virtue ripening publick Love;
Which, Egis-like, shall more thy foes appal,
Than China's fence, or Albion's floating wall;
Shall bid thy empire flourish and endure,
Thy people happy, and thy laws secure;
Thy Phoenix-Glory renovate its prime,
Extend with Ocean, and exist with Time, '

NOTES TO THE RULING PASSION.

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That little world, that greater wonder, man.

So intimate is the analogy between the physical and moral kingdoms, that man is not unfrequently styled a microcosm. To define every feature of the resemblance, would fill volumes; and were the natural history of this "Biped without feathers,' in all his affections, seasons, and properties, written with the greatest perspicacity, it would demand more talent and labour, than the philosophical or botanical researches of a Linnæus, or a Darwin.

Page 177, line 14.

Than Jove, in Ovid's "Green-Room" of the gods!

THERE is a Magazine of theatrical biography published annually in London, called "The Green-Room ;" which is not only replete with sketches of the dramatick characters of the actors and actresses, but is sometimes enlivened with the tender anecdote of private

amour.

Ovid, who "took a peep behind the curtain" of Olympus, has Pasquin-ized the intrigues of Jupiter's court in the same figurative style of elegant "tete à tete !"

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A motley Pantheon of birds and beasts!

THE Egyptian mytholegy was so heterogeneous and absurd, that, not confined to the extensive regions of animated nature, that hiero. glypical nation stupidly descended to the vegetable world, to fill the

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