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not have thrown open his fields, his barns, his cellars, the doors of his house, the portals of his breast, to receive with outspread arms the meanest soldier in that little band of starving patriots ?

5. 6 Where is the man ? There he stands! But whether the heart of an American beats in his bosom, you, gentlemen, are to judge.” He then carried the jury by the power of his imagination to the plains of Yorktown; the surrender of which had followed shortly after the act complained of.

6. He painted the surrender in the most glowing and noble colors of his eloquence. The audience saw before their eyes the humbled and dejected British as they marched out of their trenches; they saw the triumph which lighted up every patriotic face; they heard the shout of “Victory!” the cry of “Washington and liberty!” as it rung and echoed through the American ranks, and was re-echoed from the hills, and from the shores of the neighboring river.

7. “But hark!” continued Henry, “what notes of discord are these which disturb the general joy, and silence the acclamations of victory? They are the notes of John Hook, hoarsely bawling through the American camp, 'Beef! beef! beef !”” The court was convulsed with laughter. The jury retired, and, we need scarcely say, John Hook lost his case.


1. Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,

Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your

door; Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span : 0! give relief, and heaven will bless your store.


4. Everybody seemed in a hurry, and the poor boy was quite in despair, when, at last, he espied a gentleman leisurely taking a morning walk. He was dressed in black, wore a three-cornered hat, and had a pleasant countenance. When Henry looked at him, he felt all his fears vanish at once, and he instantly approached him.

5. His tears had been flowing so long that his eyes were quite red and swollen, and his voice trembled; but that was with weakness, for he had not eaten for twentyfour hours. As Henry, with a low, faltering voice, begged for a little charity, the gentleman stopped; and his kind heart melted with compassion as he looked into the fair countenance of the poor boy, and saw the deep blush which spread over his face, and listened to the modest, humble tones which accompanied his petition.

6. “You do not look like a boy that has been accustomed to beg his bread," said he, kindly laying his hand on the boy's shoulder; “what has driven you to this


7. “Indeed,” answered Henry, his tears beginning to flow afresh,— “indeed, I was not born in this condition. But the misfortunes of my father, and the sickness of my mother, have driven me to the necessity now.”

8. “Who is your father?” inquired the gentleman, still more interested.

9. “My father was a rich merchant of this city; but he became bondsman for a friend, who soon after failed, and he was entirely ruined. He could not live long after this loss, and in one month he died of grief; and his death was more dreadful than any of our troubles. My mother, my little brother, and myself, soon sunk into the lowest depths of poverty.

10. “My mother has, until now, managed to support herself and my little brother by her labor, and I have

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