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Refusing freedom lest he lose the crust

The chain of bondage warrants him-ah! this
Is misery indeed!

6. THE ANGEL OF SLEEP.

1. He drops his plumy, snow-soft wings, He waves his balmy hand,

And wide the gate of silence swings

That guards the shadowy land.
Forgot is Time, the sentinel

That stands outside the door;
The gloomy train of cares as well
That clogged our steps before;
Oh river of oblivion!

Thy draughts are sweet and deep,
For memory slumbers on her throne,
Rocked by the angel, Sleep.

2. There is a face whose loveliness
Is marred by hues of care;

But sleep hath swept it with his kiss,
And made it smooth and fair.
There is a worn and weary brain,
That rests until the morn:
There is a heart which beats with pain,
That feels no more forlorn.

Oh, Death's fair brother, how divine
Must be that slumber deep,

More sweet, more calm, more free than thine,
When His beloved sleep.

7.-WHERE GOD APPEARS.

1. MEN dream of God as far

Beyond the highest star.

His throne they place
In some far space,

Where one

Vast, central sun,

In awful power, and light, and grandeur rolls,

And all the movements of all worlds controls.

2. Not there

Does He appear;

We need not cleave the air
To find Him near.

His Spirit dwells

In smallest cells.

Within the breast,

We test

His love and might.

In Solar-Plexus deep,

Our souls their vigils keep:

And there,

In hour of prayer,

Heaven dawns upon the sight.

In that effulgent light

The living God is near,

And to the pure in heart doth evermore appear.

8.-LIFE OF MAN.

1. LIKE to the falling of a star,

Or as the flights of eagles are,
Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew,
Or like a wind that chafes the flood,
Or bubbles which on water stood:
E'en such is man, whose borrowed light
Is straight called in and paid to-night:
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entombed in autumn lies;
The dew's dried up, the star is shot,
The flight is past, and man forgot.

9. THE PILOT.

BEAUMONT.

THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY.

1. O, PILOT! 'tis a fearful night,-there's danger on the deep;
I'll come and pace the deck with thee,-I do not dare to sleep.
Go down! the sailor cried, go down; this is no place for thee:
Fear not; but trust in Providence, wherever thou mayst be.

2. Ah! pilot, dangers often met we all are apt to slight,

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And thou hast known these raging waves but to subdue their might.

It is not apathy, he cried, that gives this strength to me:

Fear not; but trust in Providence, wherever thou mayst be.

3. On such a night the sea engulfed my father's lifeless form My only brother's boat went down in just so wild a storm;

;

And such, perhaps, may be my fate; but still I say to thee,
Fear not; but trust in Providence, wherever thou mayst be.

10.-IMMORTALITY.

R. H. DANA.

1. "MAN, thou shalt never die!" Celestial voices
Hymn it unto our souls: according harps,

By angel fingers touched, when the mild stars
Of morning sang together, sound forth still
The song of our great immortality!
Thick-clustering orbs on this our fair domain,
The tall, dark mountains, and the deep-toned seas,
Join in this solemn, universal song.

O listen, ye our spirits! drink it in

From all the air! 'Tis in the gentle moonlight;
'Tis floating mid day's setting glories; night,
Wrapped in her sable robe, with silent step,
Comes to our bed, and breathes it in our ears.
Night and the dawn, bright day and thoughtful eve,
All time, all bounds, the limitless expanse,

As one vast mystic instrument, are touched

By an unseen, living hand, and conscious chords
Quiver with joy in this great jubilee :

The dying hear it; and, as sounds of earth

Grow dull and distant, wake their passing souls
To mingle in this heavenly harmony.

11.-ABOU BEN ADHEM.

1. ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase !)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw within the moonlight of his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold.

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And, to the presence in the room, he said,

LEIGH HUNT.

"What writest thou?" The vision raised its head,

And, with a look made of all sweet accord,

Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord!"
"And is mine one?" asked Abou.—“ Nay, not so,”

Replied the angel. Abou spake more low,

But cheerly still; and said "I pray thee, then,

Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.”

The angel wrote and vanished. The next night
It came again, with a great wakening light,

And showed the names whom love of God had blest;
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!

12. ATHEISM REPROVED.

From the ITALIAN.

1. "THERE is no God," the fool in secret said,—
"There is no God that rules or earth or sky!"
Tear off the band that folds the wretch's head,

That God may burst upon his faithless eye!
Is there no God ?-the stars, in myriads spread,
If he look up, the blasphemy deny;

While his own features, in the mirror read,
Reflect the image of Divinity.

2. Is there no God?-the stream that silv'ry flows,

The air he breathes, the ground he treads, the trees,
The flowers, the grass, the sands, each wind that blows,
All speak of God; through one voice agrees,
And eloquent His dread existence shows ;-

Blind to thyself, ah, see Him, fool, in these!

XXXI.-STORY OF LOGAN, A MINGO CHIEF.

1. In the spring of the year 1774, a robbery and murder were committed on an inhabitant of the frontiers of Virginia by two Indians of the Shawanese tribe. The neighboring whites, according to their custom, undertook to punish this outrage in a summary way. Colonel Cresap, a man infamous for the many murders he had committed on those much injured people, collected a party, and proceeded down the Kanhaway in quest of vengeance. Unfortunately, a canoe of women and children, with one man only, was seen coming from the opposite shore unarmed, and unsuspecting any hostile attack from the whites. Cresap and his party concealed themselves on the bank of the river; and the moment the canoe reached the shore, singled out their objects, and at one fire killed every person in it.

2. This happened to be the family of Logan, who had long been distinguished as the friend of the whites. This unworthy return provoked his vengeance. He accordingly signalized himself in the war which ensued. In the autumn of the same year, a decisive battle was fought at the mouth of the Great Kanhaway, between the collected forces of the Shawanese, Mingoes, and Delawares, and a detachment of the Virginia militia. The Indians were defeated and sued for peace. Logan, however, disdained to be seen among the suppliants; but, lest the sincerity of a treaty should be disturbed, from which so distinguished a chief absented himself, he sent by a messenger, the following speech, to be delivered to Lord Dunmore.

3. "I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him no meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed by, and said, Logan is the friend of white men. I had even thought to have lived with you, had it not been for the injuries of one man,-Colonel Cresap, the last spring in cold blood, and unprovoked, murdered all the relations of Logan, not even sparing my women and children.

4. "There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it; I have killed many; I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace; but do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life. Who is there to mourn for Logan? Not one."

XXXII.-SPEECH OF A SCYTHIAN EMBASSADOR TO ALEXANDER.

1. WHEN the Scythian embassadors waited on Alex

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