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roused their latent energies; shook the scepter from the grasp of diademed monarchs; and rocked to their foundations the proudest empires of time.
Then began the long struggle for human rights, which is waged with no less vigor to-day than ever, whose records constitute our modern history. For eighteen hundred years this new, enlarged impression of liberty has energized the champions of freedom everywhere, and to-day the armies of progress are marshaled under banners emblazoned with the same talismanic word.
Count me over the deadliest battles of history, conflicts on whose issue pivoted the destinies of continents, and there I will show you the manifestation of this thought-liberty. Point out to me that country which has the wisest and most beneficent laws, whose institutions are broad and humane, whose inhabitants are peaceful, prosperous, and happy; where the rights of man are venerated, where religion is untrammeled, and I will exhibit a nation where liberty is most thoroughly understood and fully appreciated. Read to me of those noble martyr-spirits, humanity's guardian angels, whose lives were a ceaseless struggle against tyranny, whose deaths were a divine attestation of their sublime faith, and I will point you to the power of this capital thought. In all the grand advance movements of the ages, I see the genius of its generalship; on the shores of every continent I trace its sacred footprints; clear above the din of conflict, I hear its silvery voice animating and guiding. The winds carol its power; the forest aisles echo the strain ; hills and vales reverberate the song; till from mountain and meadow, from lake and river, from city and hamlet, from palace and cot swells the one glad chorus-Liberty, LIBERTY!
THE CHURCH SPIDER.
Two spiders, so the story goes,
Upon a living bent,
With nothing to prevent."
Each chose his place and went to work
The light web grew apace;
He sought another place.
“There surely is a prize;
The pastor brushing flies."
His hopes proved visionary;
The right of sanctuary.
Ho sought his former neighbor,
Of living without labor.
Endured such thumps and knocks,
The contribution box.”.
MURDER OF KING DUNCAN.-SHAKSPEARE,
Macbeth. Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat oppresséd brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou inarshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fool o'th' other senses,
Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still;
Now o'er the one half world
[Exit. Enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk, hath made
me bold: What hath quenched them, hath given me fire. Hark! peace! It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman, Which gives the sternest good-night. He is about itThe doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugged their pos
sets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.
Macb. [Within.] Who's there? what, ho!
Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awaked, And 'tis not done. The attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss them. Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had don't. My husband !
Enter MACBETH. Mach. I've done the deed! Didst thou not hear a noise i Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the cricket's cry. Did not you speak ? Macb.
When ? Lady M.
As I descended ?
Lady M. There are two lodged together.
Macb. One cried, God bless us! and Amen! the other;
Lady M. Consider it not so deeply.
Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, Amen?
Lady M. These deeds must not be thought
Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more !
Lady M. What do you mean?
Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more, to all the house;
Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
I'll go no more:
Infirm of purpose !
Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appalls nie? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hands? No: this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Daking the green- one red.
Lady M. [Entering.) My hands are of your color; but I shame To wear a heart so white. [Knocking.) I hear a knocking at the south entry. Retire we to our chamber: little water clears us of this deed ;
W easy is it, then! Your constancy Hath left you unattended. [Knocking.] Hark! more knocking: Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, And show us to be watchers. Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. To know my deed,—'t were best not know myself. -Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst.
A WOMAN'S QUESTION.- ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWSING, Do you
have asked for the costliest thing
And a woman's wonderful love ?
As a child might ask for a toy?
With the reckless dash of a boy.
Man-like you have questioned ine-
Until I shall question thee.
Your socks and your shirts shall be whole;
And pure as heaven your soul.
I require a far better thing:
I look for a man and a king.
And a man that the maker, God,
And say, “ It is very good.”
From my soft, young cheek one day-
As you did 'mid the bloom of May ?
may launch my all on its tide?