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6. The flowers sprang, wanton to be prest,

The birds sang love on every spray,
Till too, too soon, the glowing west

Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.
7. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes,

And fondly broods, with miser care !
Time, but the impression deeper makes,

As streams their channels deeper wear.
8. My Mary! dear departed shade!

Where is thy place of blissful rest ?
Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ?

Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ?

LESSON XIV.

INFLUENCE OF NATIONAL GLORY.

OLAY.

our own.

1. We are asked, what have we gained by the war ? I have shown that we have lost nothing in rights, territory, or honor; nothing for which we ought to have contended, according to the principles of the gentlemen on the other side, or according to

Have we gained nothing by the war ? Let any man look at the degraded condition of this country before the war, the scorn of the universe, the contempt of ourselves, and tell me if we have gained nothing by the war.

What is our pres ent situation? Respectability and character abroad, security and confidence at home. If we have not obtained, in the opinion of some, the full measure of retribution, our char. acter and constitution are placed on a solid basis, never to be shaken.

2. The glory acquired by our gallant tars, by our Jacksons

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and our Browns on the land - is that nothing ? True, we had our vicissitudes : there were humiliating events which the patriot cannot review without deep regret — but the great account, when it comes to be balanced, will be found vastly in our fa

Is there a man who would obliterate from the proud pages of our history the brilliant achievements of Jackson, Brown, and Scott, and the host of heroes on land and

sea, whom I cannot enumerate ? Is there a man who could not desire a participation in the national glory acquired by the war? Yes, national glory, which, however the expression may be condemned by some, must be cherished by every genuine patriot.

3. What do I mean by national glory ? Glory such as Hull, Jackson, and Perry have acquired. And are gentlemen insensible to their deeds - to the value of them in animating (the country in the hour of peril hereafter ? Did the battle of Thermopylæ preserve Greece but once? Whilst the Missis. sippi continues to bear the tributes of the Iron Mountains and the Alleghanies to her Delta and to the Gulf of Mexico, the eighth of January shall be remembered, and the glory of that day shall stimulate future patriots, and nerve the arıns of unborn freemen in driving the presumptuous invader from our country's soil.

4. Gentlemen may boast of their insensibility to feelings inspired by the contemplation of such events. But I would ask, does the recollection of Bunker's Hill, Saratoga, and Yorktown, afford them no pleasure ? Every act of noble sacrifice to the country, every instance of patriotic devotion to her cause, has

, its beneficial influence. A nation's character is the sum of its splendid deeds; they constitute one common patrimony, the nation's inheritance. They awe foreign powers — they arouse and animate our own people. I love true glory. It is this sentiment which ought to be cherished; and, in spite of cavils, and sneers, and attempts to put it down, it will finally conduct this nation to that height to which God and nature have des tined it.

LESSON XV.

THE NEEDLE.

WOODWORTH.

1. The gay belles of fashion, may boast of excelling,

In waltz, or cotillion, at whist or quadrille;
And seek admiration, by vauntingly telling,

Of drawing, and painting, and musical skill;
But give me the fair one, in country or city,

Whose home, and its duties, are dear to her heart;
Who cheerfully warbles some rustical ditty,

While plying the needle with exquisite art;
The bright little needle, the swift flying needle,

The needle directed by beauty and art. 2. If love has a potent, a magical token,

A talisman, ever resistless and true,
A charm, that is never evaded or broken,

A witchery, certain the heart to subdue,
'Tis this — and his armory never has furnished,

So keen, and unerring, or polished a dart,
(Let beauty direct it,) so pointed and burnishid,

And, oh! it is certain of touching the heart;
The bright little needle, the swift flying needle;

The needle directed by beauty and art.
3. Be wise, then, ye maidens, nor seek admiration,

By dressing for conquest, and flirting with all;
You never, whate'er be your fortune, or station,

Appear half so lovely at rout or at ball,

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As, gaily conven'd at the work-covered table,

Each cheerfully active, ard playing her part,
Beguiling the task with a song or a fable,

And plying the needle with exquisite art.
The bright little needle, the swift knitting needle,

The needle directed by beauty and art.

LESSON XVI.

EVILS OF IGNORANCE.

HORACE MANN,

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1. Let us suppose that we were now overtaken by some great crisis in our national affairs — such as we have already seen, or may soon see, — let us suppose that, in the issue of some presidential contest, for instance, not only the public interests of the nation, but the private interests of thousands of individuals, should be adroitly implicated; and that preparations should be made, and a zeal excited, corresponding to the magnitude of the occasion. War impends. Commerce, manufactures, agriculture, are at stake, or in conflict. The profits of capital and the wages of labor, have been made to antagonize. North and south are confronted. Rich and poor, high and low, radical and conservative, bigot and latitudinarian, are mar shated for the onset. The expectants of office, suffering under a four, perhaps an eight year's famine, are rioting on anticipated spoils.

The spume of other countries and the refuse of our own are coalescing, and some Cataline is springing to the head of every ruffian band. Excitement foams through all the veins of the body politic;— in some it is fever; in others delirium; and, under these auspices, or omens, the eventful day arrives.

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picture forth the leaders of all the parti-colored bands into which our country is divided, as at the head of their respective coinpanies, and gathering them to a mightier assembly than ever met in Grecian Areopagus or Roman Comitia. Among the vast and motley-souled hosts, which such a day would summon together, I will direct your attention to but two grand divisions; - divisions, however, of this republican army, which would be first in the field, and most contentious for the victory. I mean the legionaries of Crime and those of Ignorance.

3. Behold, on this side, crowding to the polls, and even candidates for the highest office in the gift of the people, are those whose hands are red with a brother's blood, slain in private quarrel! Close pressing upon these, urges onward a haughty band glittering in wealth; but for every flash that glitters froin jewel and diamond, a father, a mother, and helpless children have been stolen, and sold into ransomless bondage. Invading their ranks struggles forward a troop of assassins, rioters, lynchers, incendiaries, who have hitherto escaped the retributions of law, and would now annihilate the law whose judgments they fear; behind these, pours on, tumultuous, the chaotic rout of atheism ; and yonder dashes forward a sea of remorseless life,- thousands and ten thousands — all felons, convicts, condemned by the laws of God and man.

4. In all the dread catalogue of moral sins, there is not one, but, in that host, there are hearts which have willed, and hands which have perpetrated it. The gallows has spared its victim, the prison has released its tenants -- from dark cells where malice had brooded, where incendiarism and lust had engendered their machinations, where revenge and robbery had held their nightly rehearsals, the lepraus multitude is disgorged, and comes up to the ballot-box to foredoom the destinies of this nation. In gazing at this multitudinous throng, who emerge from their hiding places on the days of our elections - all flagrant with crime and infamy - would not every man exclaim.

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