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24. "And was not," said Lady Ashton, fiercely and triumphantly breaking in,-"was not ours the case stated in the holy writ? Will this person deny, that the instant her parents heard of the vow, or bond, by which our daughter had bound her soul, we disallowed the same in the most express terms, and informed him by writing of our determination?"

25. "And is this all?" said Ravenswood, looking at Lucy."Are you. willing to barter sworn faith, the exercise of free will, and the feelings of mutual affection, for this wretched hypocritical sophistry?" "Hear him!" said Lady Ashton, looking to the clergyman, "hear the blasphemer!"-"May Heaven forgive him," said Bide-the-bent, "and enlighten his ignorance."

26. "Hear what I have sacrificed for you," said Ravenswood, still addressing Lucy, "ere you sanction what has been done in your name. The honor of an ancient family, the urgent advice of my best friends, have been in vain used to sway my resolution; neither the arguments of reason, nor the portents of superstition, have shaken my fidelity. The very dead have arisen to warn me, and their warning has been despised. Are you prepared to pierce my heart for its fidelity, with the weapon which my rash confidence intrusted to your grasp?"

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27. "Master of Ravenswood," said Lady Ashton, "you have asked what questions you thought fit. You see the total incapacity of my daughter to answer you. But I will reply for her, and in a manner which you cannot dispute. You desire to know whether Lucy Ashton, of her own free will, desires to annul the engagement into which she has been trepanned. You have her letter under her own hand, demanding the surrender of it; and, in yet more full evidence of her purpose, here is the contract which she has this morning subscribed in presence of this reverend gentleman, with Mr. Hayston of Bucklaw."

28. Ravenswood gazed upon the deed, as if petrified. "And it was without fraud or compulsion," said he, looking toward the clergyman, "that Miss Ashton subscribed this parchment?" "I vouch it upon my sacred character."-"This is indeed, madam, an unde niable piece of evidence," said Ravenswood sternly; "and it will be equally unnecessary and dishonorable to waste another word in useless remonstrance or reproach. There, madam," he said, laying down before Lucy the signed paper, and the broken piece of gold,"there are the evidences of your first engagement; may you be more faithful to that which you have just formed. I will trouble you to return the corresponding tokens of my ill-placed confidence,— I ought rather to say of my egregious folly."

29. Lucy returned the scornful glance of her lover with a gaze from which perception seemed to have been banished; yet she seemed partly to have understood his meaning, for she raised her hands as if to undo a blue ribbon which she wore around her neck. She was unable to accomplish her purpose, but Lady Ashton cut the ribbon asunder, and detached the broken piece of gold, which Miss Ashton had till then worn concealed in her bosom. The written counterpart of the lovers' engagement the mother had for some time had in her own possession. With a haughty curtsy, she delivered both to Ravenswood, who was much softened when he took the piece of gold.

30. "And she could wear it thus," he said, speaking to himself," could wear it in her very bosom,-could wear it next to her heart, even when- but complaint avails not!" And he dashed from his eye the tear which had gathered in it, and resumed the stern. composure of his manner. He strode to the chimney, and threw into the fire the paper and piece of gold, stamping upon the coals with the heal of his boot, as if to insure their destruction.

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31. "I will be no longer," he then said, "an intruder here. Your evil wishes, and your worse offices, Lady Ashton, I will only return, by hoping these will be your last machinations against your daughter's honor and happiness. And to you, madam," he said, addressing Lucy, "I have nothing further to say, except to pray that you may not become a world's wonder for this act of willful and deliberate perjury."— Having uttered these words, he turned on his heel and left the apartment.

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Tasso, the poet, died at Rome (1595) on the day before that appointed for his coronation with a laurel-crown in the Capitol. In the following poem the contrast in the character of the alternate stanzas admits of a fine effect in the delivery. The long lines should here be read in an exultant orotund, with almost quick time, short pauses, and middle pitch. The short lines, on the contrary, require low pitch, slow time, gentle force, and mournful expression.



A TRUMPET'S note is in the sky, in the glorious Roman sky, Whose dome hath rung, so many an age, to the voice of


There is crowding to the capitol, the imperial streets along, For again a conqueror must be crowned, — a kingly child of song!


Yet his chariot lingers,
Yet around his home

Broods a shadow silently,
'Mid the joy of Rome.


A thousand thousand laurel-boughs are waving wide and far,
To shed out their triumphal gleams around his rolling car;
A thousand haunts of olden gods have given their wealth of

To scatter o'er his path of fame bright hues in gem-like showers.


Peace! within his chamber

Low the mighty lies;

With a cloud of dreams on his noble brow,
And a wandering in his eyes.


Sing, sing for him, the lord of song, for him, whose rushing strain

In mastery o'er the spirit sweeps, like a strong wind o'er the main !

Whose voice lives deep in burning hearts, forever there to dwell,

As full-toned oracles are shrined in a temple's holiest cell.


Yes! for him, the victor,
Sing, but low, sing low!
A soft, sad mis-e-re're chant
For a soul about to go!


The sun, the sun of Italy is pouring o'er his way, Where the old three hundred triumphs moved, a flood of golden day;

Streaming through every haughty arch of the Cæsars' past


Bring forth, in that exulting light, the conqueror for his



Shut the proud, bright sunshine

From the fading sight!

There needs no ray by the bed of death,
Save the holy taper's light.




The wreath is twined, the way is strewn, the lordly train are


The streets are hung with coronals, why stays the minstrel

Shout! as an army shouts in joy around a royal chief, —
Bring forth the bard of chivalry, the bard of love and grief!

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Silence! forth we bring him,

In his last array ;

From love and grief the freed, the flown, -
Way for the bier, - make way!





After the French revolution of February 24, 1848, Tocqueville was sent as a representative to the Constituent Assembly. Here he advocated the establishment for France of a republic similar to that of the United States, with a President, elected like our own, and two legislative Chambers, as in our Congress. His views did not prevail. We translate the following passages from a speech he made about this time.



1. DEMOCRACY! - Socialism! Why profess to associate what, in the nature of things, can never be united? Can it be, gentlemen, that this whole grand movement of the French revolution is destined to terminate in that form of society which the Socialists have, with so much fervor, depicted? A society, marked out with compass and rule; in which the state is to charge itself with everything, and the individual is to be nothing; in which society is to absorb all force, all

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