mass of mankind, is by intellectual improvement; and that in this respect, therefore, our school system places the sexes on an equality? LXXIX. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. WOLFE. [CHARLES WOLFE was born in Dublin, Ireland, December 14, 1791, and died February 21, 1823. He was a clergyman of the established church. His "Remains," consisting of sermons, fragments, and poems, were published after his death, with a memoir. Sir John Moore was killed at Corunna, in Spain, in a battle between the French and English, January 16, 1809. He was wrapped in his military cloak, and buried by torch-light in a hasty grave on the ramparts of the town. A monument has since been erected upon the spot.] 1 NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 2 We buried him darkly at dead of night, 3 No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet, nor in shroud, we wound him; 4 Few, and short were the prayers we said; 5 We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, That the foe, and the stranger would tread o'er his head; 6 Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on 7 But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring; 8 Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory: And far and wide With ceaseless flow His beard of snow Heaves with the heaving of his breast. 3 He waits impatient for his bride. There she stands, With her foot upon the sands, Decked with flags and streamers gay, Her snow-white signals fluttering, blending, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. She starts, she moves, she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, She leaps into the ocean's arms. 5 And lo! from the assembled crowd There rose a shout, prolonged and loud, "Take her, O bridegroom, old and gray; 6 How beautiful she is! how fair She lies within those arms, that press Through wind and wave, right onward steeri 7 Sail forth into the sea of life, 8 Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! 9 Fear not each sudden sound and shock; Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea. Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee: Are all with thee are all with thee. LXXXI. THE ROMAN EMPIRE A PREPARATION FOR CHRISTIANITY. WAYLAND. [FRANCIS WAYLAND was born in the city of New York, March 11, 1796, and was graduated at Union College in 1813. In 1821 he was settled over the First Baptist Church in Boston, was elected president of Brown University, in Rhode Island, in 1826, and held that office till 1855. He died September 30, 1805. He published various sermons, a treatise on "Political Economy," the "Elcments of Moral Science," and several occasional discourses. He had a vigorous and logical mind, and wrote with clearness and energy. He had a wide range and strong grasp of thought, and a power both of intellectual construction and analysis. His deep religious convictions, and his sensibility to moral beauty, save his writings from the dryness which is apt to characterize the productions of minds of so much logical acuteness. The following extract is from one of his sermons.] ONE other condition remains yet to be observed. You well know that the nations inhabiting the shores of the Mediterranean were originally distinct in government, dissimilar in origin, diverse in laws, habits, and usages, and 5 almost perpetually at war. Το pass from one to the other without incurring the risk of injury, nay, even of being sold into slavery, was almost impossible. A stranger and an enemy were designated by the same word. Beginning with Spain, and passing through Gaul, Ger10 many, Italy, Greece, Asia Minor, Syria, Palestine, Egypt, and Carthage, until you arrive again at the Pillars of Hercules, every state was most commonly the enemy of every other. It was necessary that these various peoples should all be moulded by the same pressure into one com15 mon form; that one system of laws should bind them all in harmony; and that, under one common protection, a |