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34. The Declaration.

Read this Declaration at the head of the army; every sword will be drawn from its scabbard, and the solemn vow uttered to maintain it, or perish on the bed of honor. Publish it from the pulpit; religion will approve it, and the love of religious libertv will cling round it, resolved to stand with it, or fall with it. Send it to the public halls; proclaim it there; let them hear it who heard the first roar of the enemy's cannon; let them see it who saw their brothers and sons fall on the field of Bunker Hill, and in the streets of Lexington, and Concord ;--and the VERY WALLS will cry out in its support.

34. Vision. And I saw a great white throne, and Him that sat on the throne, from whose face the heavens and the earth fled away; and there was found no place for them.

36. Exhortation.

But thou, O man of God, flee these things, and follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness. Fight the good fight of faith; lay hold on eternal life, whereunto thon art also called, and hast professed a good profession before many witnesses.

37. Hymn.

How beauteous are their feet,

Who stand on Zion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,

And words of peace reveal.
How charming is their voice,

How sweet the tidings are;
Zion, behold thy Savior-King,

He reigns and triumphs hers

38. Of Death.

Why do we mourn departing friends,

Or shake at death's alarms!
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,

To call them to his arins.
Why should we tremble to convey

Their bodies to the tomb;
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,

And left a long perfume.
Then let the last, loud trumpet sound,

And bid our kindred-rise:
Awake! ye nations under ground,

Ye saints, ascend the skies!

39. Eloquence of the Battle-Field.


1. Strike ! till the last armed foe expires;

Strike! for your altars and your fires ;
Strikel for the green graves of your sires

God, and your native land !
2. Stand! the ground's your own, my braves,—

Will ye give it up to slaves ?


look for greener graves?
Hope ye mercy still?
What's the mercy despots feel?
Hear it in that battle-peal ;-
Read it on yon bristling steel ;-

Ask it-ye who will ! 3. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, straining upok the start. The game's afoot-follow up your spirit, and upon this charge-cry, God for Harry! England! and St. George !






1. A PEOPLE should be guarded against temptation to unlawful pleasures by furnishing the means of innocent ones. There is an amusement having an affinity to the drama, which might be usefully introduced among us- I mean elocution. A work of genius recited by a man of fine taste, enthusiasm and good elocution, is a very pure and high gratification.

2. Were this art cultivated and encouraged, great numbers, now insensible to the most beautiful compositions, might wake up to their excellence and power. It is not easy to conceive a more effectual way of spreading a refined taste through a community. The drama undoubtedly appeals more strongly to the passions than recitation, but the latter brings out the meaning of the author more.

3. Shakspeare well recited would be better understood than on the stage. Then, in recitation, we escape the weariness of listening to poor performers, who after all, fill up most of the time at the theater. Recitation, sufficiently varied so as to in. clude pieces of chaste wit, as well as of pathos, beauty, and sublimity, is adapted to our present intellectual progress, as much as the drama falls below it.

4. Should this exhibition be introduced successfully, the result would be that the power of recitation would be extensively called forth, and this would be added to our social and domes tic pleasures.




1. I GREET, with a full heart, the Land of the West,

Whose banner of stars o'er the world is unrolled;
Whose empire o'ershadows Atlantic's wide breast,

opes to the sunset its gateway of gold !
The land of the mountain, the land of the lake,

And rivers that roll in magnificent tide-
Where the sons of the inighty from slumber awake

And hallow the soil for whose freedom they died'

2. Thou cradle of empire! though wide be the foam

That severs the land of my fatkers and thee,
I hear, from thy bosom, the welcome of home,

has a home in the hearts of the free!
And long as thy waters shall gleam in the sun,

And long as thy heroes remember their scars,
Be the hands of thy children united as one,

And peas e shed her light on thy banner of stars!





1. It will not, I think, be pretended, that any of our public speakers have often occasion to address more sagacious, learned, or polite assemblies, than those which were composed of the Roman senate, or the Athenian people, in their most enlightened times. But it is well known what great stress the most celebrated orators of those times laid on action; how exceedingly imperfect they reckoned eloquence without it, and what wonders they performed with its assistance; performed upon the greatest, firmest, most sensible, and most elegant spirits the world eyer saw. It were easy to throw together a number of common-place quotations, in support, or illustration of this, and almost every

other remark that can be made upon the present subject.

2. But as that would lead me beyond the intention of this address, I need only mention here one simple fact, which everybody has heard of; that whereas Demosthenes himself did not succeed in his first attempts, through his having neglected to study action, he afterward arrived at such a pitch in that faculty, that when the people of Rhodes expressed in high terms their admiration of his famous oration for Ctesiphon, upon hearing it read with a very sweet and strong voice by Æschines, whose banishment it had procured, that great and candid judge said to them, “How would you have been affected, had you seen him speak it? For he that only hears Demosthenes, loses much the better part of the oration.”

3. What an honorable testimony this from a vanquished adversary, and such an adversary! What a noble idea doth it give of that wonderful orator's action! I grasp it with ardor; I transport myself in imagination to old Athens. I mingle


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