rule with so intemperate a sway amongst us, ye will cease to be a nation: ye will have neither heads to direct, nor hands to protect: this diabolical juice will undermine all the powers of your bodies and minds. In the day of battle, the warriour's enfeebled arm will draw the bow with inoffensive zeal :—in the day of council, when national safety hangs suspended on the lips of the hoary Sachem, he will shake his head with uncollected spirits, and drive out the babblings of a second childhood.

Think not, O Creeks! that I present an imaginary picture, to amuse or affright you: it is too evident! it is too fatally evident, that we find the vigour of our youth abating; our numbers decreasing; our ripened manhood a premature victim to diseases, to sickness, and to death; and our venerable Sachems a scanty number.

Does not that desertion of all our reasoning powers, when we are under the dominion of that depraved monster, that barbarian madness wherewith it inspires us, prove, beyond a doubt, that it dislocates all our intellectual faculties, pulls down reason from her throne, and dissipates every ray of the Divinity within us? I need not, I hope, make it a question to any in this assembly, whether he would prefer the intemperate use of this liquor, to clear perceptions, sound judgment, and a mind exulting in its own reflections?

However great may be the force of habit, how insinuating soever the influence of example, I persuade myself, and I perceive by your countenances, O Creeks! that there is not one before whom I stand, so shameless, so lost to the weakest impulses of humanity, and the very whisperings of reason, as not to acknowledge the turpitude of such a choice.

EXTRACT FROM MR MERCER'S SPEECH IN FAVOUR OF A GRANT TO GEN. LAFAYETTE.

WHEN we advert to the services of Gen. Lafayette in our revolutionary cause-the cause of freedom in Europe and America-we feel that their value is immeasurable.

obligation of America to her benefactor. It is here. (laying his hand upon his heart.) It belongs to the soul, and no guage can graduate it.

Are gentlemen alarmed at what is called the example, the precedent, we are about to offer to our successors? Í have laboured with all the powers of memory, to recal to my mind an example of disinterested and heroic benevolence, which can form a conduct parallel to the conduct of Lafayette; and if the history of the past affords none, why need we not trust the future? The only spirit of prophecy which is not of Divine Inspiration, exists in the analogy which infers the future from the past.

But what is the character of the example from which this unfounded apprehension arises? Was it not to our fathers-is it not to us-and will it not be to our posterity invaluable? Need we go back to the crusades to demonstrate the influence, the contagion of chivalrous enthusiasm? No sooner was the consecrated banner of Peter the hermit, unfurled for the recovery of the Redeemer's sepulchre from the infidel Saracen, than one spark of inspiration electrified all Europe; one common soul pervaded all Christendom, and poured her armed nations on the plains of Asia.

Contrast the heroism of that age with the solitary selfdevotion of Lafayette. When I look back to the early period of our independence, and behold our own unrecognized ministers in France, with a tenderness which does them immortal honour, remonstrating with the young enthusiast on the hazard and hopelessness of his projected enterprise in our behalf: when I hear them, in a tone of generous remonstrance, tell him that our cause was sinking, and they had not even a vessel to offer him for his perilous voyage, and hear him reply, 'I have, then, no time to lose,'-I cannot, turning from this scene to that before me, bring myself to believe that gentlemen, who differ from the obvious majority of this house, need to rest three nights upon their pillow, before they can arrive at unanimity upon this bill. I cannot but believe, Sir, that when we come to the vote, we shall do it with one heart, and that we are now as well prepared, as we shall be on Monday next. We have now met our opponents in the spirit of friendly explanation: we have complied with their wishesstated-recapitulated; and I fervently trust they are ready to act with us for the honour of our common country,

THE DELUGE.Bowles.

ALL WAS ONE WASTE OF WAVES, that buried deep
Earth and its multitudes; the ARK alone,
High on the cloudy van of Ararat

Rested; for now the death-commissioned storm
Sinks silent, and the eye of day looks out
Dim through the haze, while short successive gleams
Flit o'er the face of deluge as it shrinks,
Or the transparent rain-drops, falling few,
Distinct and larger glisten. So the Ark
Rests upon Ararat; but nought around
Its inmates can behold, save o'er the expanse
Of boundless waters, the sun's orient orb
Stretching the hull's long shadow, or the moon
In silence, through the silver-cinctured clouds,
Sailing, as she herself were lost, and left
In Nature s loneliness.

But oh, sweet Hope,

Thou bidst a tear of holy extasy

Start to their eye-lids, when at night the Dove,
Weary, returns, and lo! an olive leaf

Wet in her bill: again she is put forth,

When the seventh morn shines on the hoar abyss:
Due evening comes; her wings are heard no more!
The dawn awakes, not cold and dripping sad,
But cheered with lovelier sunshine; far away
The dark-red mountains slow their naked peaks
Upheave above the waste: INAUS gleams;
Fume the huge torrents on his desert sides;
Till at the voice of HIM who rules

The storm, the ancient Father and his train
On the dry land descend.

Here let us pause

No noise in the vast circuit of the globe

Is heard: no sound of human stirring: none
Of pasturing herds, or wandering flocks; nor song
Of birds that solace the forsaken woods

The lion lifts him muttering; Man comes forth-
He kneels upon the earth-he kisses it;
And to the GOD who stretched the radiant bow,
He lifts his trembling transports.

AN ODE

TO THE CREATOR OF THE WORLD.

Hughes.

HEAR, O heaven, and earth, and seas profound!
Hear, ye fathomed deeps below,

And let your echoing vaults repeat the sound;
Let nature, trembling all around,

Attend her Master's awful name,

From whom heaven, earth and seas, and all the wide creation came.

He spoke the great command; and light,
Heaven's eldest born and fairest child,
Flashed in the lowering fall of ancient night,
And, pleased with his own, serenely smiled.
The sons of morning, on the wing,
Hovering in choirs, his praises sung,
When, from the unbounded vacuous space,
A beauteous rising world they saw;
When nature showed her yet unfinished face,
And motion took the established law
To roll the various globes on high;

When time was taught his infant wings to try,
And from the barrier sprung to his appointed race.

Supreme, Almighty, still the same !

'Tis He, the great inspiring Mind,
That animates and moves this universal frame,
Present at once to all, and by no place confined.
Not heaven itself can bound his sway:
Beyond the untravelled limits of the sky,
Invisible to mortal eye,

He dwells in uncreated day.

Without beginning, without end; 't is He,

That fills the unmeasured growing orb of vast immensity.

What power but his can rule the changeful main, And wake the sleeping storm, or its loud rage restrain? When winds their gathered forces try,

And the chafed ocean proudly swells in vain,
His voice reclaims the impetuous roar;
In murmuring tides the abated billows fly,
And the spent tempest dies upon the shore.
The meteor world is his, heaven's wintry store,
The moulded hail, the feathered snow;

The summer breeze, the soft refreshing shower,
The loose divided cloud, the many-coloured bow;
The crooked lightning darts around,

His sovereign orders to fulfil;

The shooting flame obeys the eternal will, Launched from his hand, instructed when to kill, Or rive the mountain oak, or blast the unsheltered ground

Yet pleased to bless, indulgent to supply,

He, with a father's tender care,

Supports the numerous family,

That peoples earth, and sea, and air,

From nature's giant race, the enormous elephant,

Down to the insect worm and creeping ant;

From the eagle, sovereign of the sky,

To each inferior feathered brood;
From crowns and purple majesty,
To humble shepherds on the plains,

His hand unseen divides to all their food,
And the whole world of life sustains.

THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.

Campbell.

OUR bugles sang truce-for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;