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mass of mankind, is by intellectual improvement; and that in this respect, therefore, our school system places the sexes on an equality ?
THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE.
(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,
As his corse to the rampart we hurried ;
O’er the grave where our hero we buried.
2 We buried him darkly at dead of night,
The sods with our bayonets turning;
And the iantern dimly burning.
3 No useless coffin enclosed his breast,
Nor in sheet, nor in shroud, we wound him;
With his martial cloak around him.
À Few, and short were the prayers we said ;
And we spoke not a word of sorrow;
And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
5 We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed,
And smoothed down his lonely pillow,
And we far away on the billow.
6 Lightly they 'll talk of the spirit that's gone,
And o'cr his cold ashes upbraid him;
In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
7 But half of our heavy task was done,
When the clock struck the hour for retiring;
That the foe was sullenly firing.
8 Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame fresh and gory:
But we left him alone with his glory.
- THE LAUNCHING OF THE SHIP.
1 All is finished, and at length
Has come the bridal day
2 The occan old,
And far and wide
3 He waits impatient for his bride.
There she stands,
4 Then the Master,
With a gesture of command,
she seems to feel
5 And lo! from the assembled crowd
There rose a shout, prolonged and loud,
6 How beautiful she is ! how fair
She lies within those arms, that press
7 Sail forth into the sea of life,
O gentle, loving, trusting wife,
8 Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State !
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
9 Fear not each sudden sound and shock;
'Tis of the wave, and not the rock ;
Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea.
LXXXI. — THE ROMAN EMPIRE A PREPARATION
(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 dcep religious convictions, and his sensibility to moral beauty, save his writings from the dryness which is apt to characterize tho 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, dis
similar in origin, diverse in laws, habits, and usages, and 5 almost perpetually at war. To 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