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Whom the hard hand of misery hath griped?
In vain she 'll rave with impotence of sorrow;
Perhaps provoke her fate: Greece arms in vain ;
All's lost; and good Evander dies!

ADDRESS OF ALASCO TO HIS COUNTRYMEN.

Shee.

THE chief, Malinski, has betrayed

His post, and fled. I would that every knave
He has left behind, might strip the patriot cloak,
And follow him. Such ruffian spirits taint
The cause of freedom. They repel its friends,
And so disfigure it by blood and violence,
That good men start, and tremble to embrace it.
But now, my friends, a sterner trial waits us.-
Within yon castle's walls we sleep to-night,
Or die to-day before them. Let each man
Preserve the order of advance, and charge,
As if he thought his individual sword
Could turn the scale of fate. String every heart
To valour's highest pitch ;-fight, and be free!
This is no common conflict, set on foot,

For hireling hosts to ply the trade of war.-
Ours is a nobler quarrel-we contend

For what's most dear to man, wherever found—
Free or enslaved-a savage, or a sage ;-
The very life and being of our country.
'Tis ours, to rescue from the oblivious grave,
'Where tyrants have combined to bury them,'-
A gallant race-a nation- and her fame,-
To gather up the fragments of our state,
And in its cold, dismembered body, breathe
The living soul of empire.' Such a cause
Might warm the torpid earth, put hearts in stones,
And stir the ashes of our ancestors,

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BISHOP OF CARLISLE'S SPEECH IN Defence of RICHARD II.

Shakspeare.

WOULD Heaven, that any in this noble presence
Were enough noble to be upright judge

Of noble Richard; then true nobleness would
Teach him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
What subject can give sentence on a king?
And who sits here, that is not Richard's subject?
Thieves are not judged, but they are by to hear,
Although apparent guilt be seen in them;
And shall the figure of God's majesty,
His captain, steward, deputy elect,
Anointed, crowned and planted many years,
Be judged by subject and inferior breath,

And he himself not present? O forbid it, Heaven,
That in a Christian climate, souls refined
Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
Stirred up by Heaven thus boldly for his king,
My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king.
Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:
And if you crown him, let me prophesy,-
The blood of English shall manure the ground,
And future ages groan for this foul act :
Peace shall go sleep with Turks and Infidels,
And, in the seat of peace, tumultuous wars
Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound;
Disorder, horrour, fear and mutiny,

Shall here inhabit, and this land be called
The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.
Of you rear this house against this house,
It will the wofullest division prove

That ever fell upon this cursed earth.
Prevent, resist it; let it not be so,

Lest children's children cry against you-Wo!

PERPETUAL PROGRESS OF THE SOUL IN VIRTUE TOWARDS THE PERFECTION OF ITS NATURE.

Logan.

LET me exhort you to a progressive state of virtue, from the pleasant consideration that it has no period. There are limits and boundaries set to all human affairs. There is an ultimate point in the progress, beyond which they never go, and from which they return in a contrary direction. The flower blossoms but to fade, and all terrestial glory shines to disappear. Human life has its decline as well as its maturity: from a certain period the external senses begin to decay, and the faculties of the mind to be impaired, till dust returns to dust.

Nations have their day. States and kingdoms are mortal, like their founders. When they have arrived at the zenith of their glory, from that moment they begin to decline: the bright day is succeeded by a long night of darkness, ignorance and barbarity. But in the progress of the soul to intellectual and moral perfection, there is no period set. Beyond these heavens the perfection and happiness of the just is carrying on, but shall never come to a close. God shall behold his creation forever beautifying in his eyes; forever drawing nearer to himself, yet still infinitely distant from the fountain of all goodness.

There is not in religion a more joyful and triumphant consideration than this perpetual progress, which the soul makes to the perfection of its nature, without ever arriving at its ultimate period. Here truth has the advantage of fable. No fiction, however bold, presents to us a conception so elevating and astonishing, as this interminable line of heavenly excellence. To look upon the glorified spirit, as going on from strength to strength; adding virtue to virtue, and knowledge to knowledge; making approaches to goodness which is infinite; forever adorning the heavens with new beauties, and brightening in the splendours of moral glory throughout all the ages of eternity, has something in it so transcendent and ineffable, as to

thou shalt shine with that glory, in which principalities and powers now appear; and when, in the full communion of the Most High, thou shalt see him as he is?

The oak, whose top ascends unto the heavens, and which covers the mountain with its shade, was once an acorn, contemptible to the sight. The philosopher, whose views extend from one end of nature to the other, was once a speechless infant hanging at the breast. The glori fied spirits, who now stand nearest to the throne of God, were once like you. To you, as to them, the heavens are open the way is marked out: the reward is prepared.

RUINOUS CONSEQUENCES OF INDULGENCE IN UNHALLOWED PLEASURES.-Logan.

THE early period of life is frequently a season of delusion. When youth scatters its blandishments, and the song of pleasure is heard, the inexperienced and the unwary listen to the sound, and surrender themselves to the enchantment. Not satisfied with those just and masculine joys, which nature offers and virtue consecrates, they rush into the excesses of unlawful pleasure: not satisfied with those fruits bordering the paths of virtue, which they may taste, and live, they put forth their hand to the forbidden tree. One criminal indulgence lays the foundation for another, till sinful pleasure becomes a pursuit, that employs all the faculties, and absorbs all the time of its votaries.

There is no moderation nor government in vice. Desires that are innocent may be indulged with innocence: pleasures that are pure may be pursued with purity, and the round of guiltless delights may be made without encroaching on the duties of life. But guilty pleasures become the masters and tyrants of the mind; when these lords acquire dominion, they bring all the thoughts into captivity, and rule with unlimited and despotic sway.

Look around you. Consider the fate of your equals in age, who have been swept away, not by the hand of time, but by the scythe of intemperance, and involved in the shades of death. Contemplate that cloud which vests the invisible world, where their mansion is fixed forever. When

the songs of the siren call you to the banquet of vice, stop in the midst of the career, pause on the brink, look down, and while yet one throb belongs to virtue, turn back from the verge of destruction. Think of the joyful morning that rises after a victory over sin-reflection thy friend, memory stored with pleasant images, thy thoughts like good angels announcing peace and presaging joy.

Or, if this will not suffice, turn to the shades of the picture, and behold the ruin, that false pleasure introduces into human nature. Behold a rational being arrested in his course; a character, that might have shone in public and in private life, cast into the shade of oblivion; a name, that might have been uttered with a tear, and left as an inheritance to a race to come, consigned to the roll of infamy. All that is great in human nature sacrificed at the shrine of sensual pleasure in this world, and the candidate for immortality in the next, plunged into the irremediable gulf of folly, dissipation and misery.

EXTRACT FROM A SPEECH OF MR G. MORRIS ON THE JUDICIARY ESTABLISHMENT.

Is there a member of this house who can lay his hand on his heart and say, that, consistently with the plain words of our constitution, we have a right to repeal this law? I believe not. And, if we undertake to construe this constitution to our purposes, and say that the public opinion is to be our judge, there is an end to all constitutions. To what will not this dangerous doctrine lead? Should it to-day be the popular wish to destroy the first magistrate-you can destroy him. And should he, to-morrow, be able to conciliate to him the popular will, and lead them to wish for your destruction, it is easily effected. Adopt this principle, and the whim of the moment will not only be the law, but the constitution of our country.

The gentleman from Virginia has mentioned a great nation brought to the feet of one of her servants. But why

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