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Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
(The storms all weathered, and the ocean crossed,)
There sits quiescent on the floods, that show 20 Her beauteous form reflected clear below,
While airs impregnated with incense play
“Where tempests never beat, nor billows roar, 25 And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide
Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-tossed, 30 Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and compass lost,
And day by day some current's thwarting force,
That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. 35 My boast is not, that I deduce my birth
From loins enthroned, and rulers of the Earth;
Extract from " The Grave.”-MONTGOMERY.
A rest for weary pilgrims found:
Low in the ground!
2 The storm that wrecks the winter sky,
No more disturbs their deep repose,
That shuts the rose.
3 I long to lay this painful bead,
And aching heart, beneath the soil;
From all my toil.
4 Art thou a wanderer?--hast thou seen
O'erwhelming tempests drown thy bark?
5 Though long of winds and waves the sport,
Condemned in wrctchedness to roam,
A quiet home!
A rest for weary pilgrims found:
Low in the ground;-
God's glorious image, freed from clay,
A star of day!
A transient meteor in the sky;
Shall never die!
Defence of Johnson.—CURRAN. Even if it should be my client's fate to be surrendered to his keepers to be torn from his family—to have his obsequies performed by torch light to be carried
to a foreign land, and to a strange tribunal, where no 5 witness can attest his innocence, where no voice that
he ever heard can be raised in his defence, where he must stand mute, not of his own malice, but the malice of his enemies—yes, even so, I see nothing for him to fear;
—that all-gracious Being, that shields the feeble from the 10 oppressor, will fill his heart with hope, and confidence,
and courage; his sufferings will be his armour, and his weakness will be his strength. He will find himself in the hands of a brave, a just, and a generous nation-he
will find that the bright examples of her Russels and 15 her Sydneys have not been lost to her children. They
will behold him with sympathy and respect, and his persecutors with shame and abhorrence; they will feel too, that what is then his situation, may to-morrow
be their own-but their first tear will be shed for him, 20 and the second only for themselves. Their hearts will
melt in his acquittal; they will convey him kindly and fondly to their shore; and he will return in triumph to his country; to the threshold of his sacred home, and to
the weeping welcome of his delighted family. He will 25 find that the darkness of a dreary and a lingering night
hath at length passed away, and that joy cometh in the morning.-No, my lords, I have no fear for the ultimate safety of my client. Even in these very acts of brutal
violence that have been committed against him, do I 30 hail the flattering hope of final advantage to him—and
not only of final advantage to him, but of better days and inore prosperous fortune for this afflicted country—that country of which I have so often abandoned all hope
and which I have been so often determined to quit for35 ever.
I have repented—I have staid—and I am at once rebuked and rewarded by the happier hopes that I now entertain. In the anxious sympathy of the public-in
the anxious sympathy of my learned brethren, do I catch 40 the happy presage of a brighter fate for Ireland. They
see, that within these sacred walls, the cause of liberty and of man may be pleaded with boldness and heard with favor. I am satisfied they will never forget the
great trust, of which they alone are now the remaining 45 depositaries. While they continue to cultivate a sound
philosophy-a mild and tolerating Christianity-and to make both the sources of a just and liberal, and constitutional jurisprudence, I see every thing for us to hope;
into their hands, therefore, with the most affectionate 50 confidence in their virtue, do I commit these precious
hopes. Even I may live long enough yet to see the approaching completion, if not the perfect accomplishment of them. Pleased shall I then resign the scene to
fitter actors pleased shall I lay down my wearied head 55 to rest, and say, “ Lord, now lettest thou thy servant de
part in peace, according to thy word, for mine eyes have seen thy salvation."
Taking of Warsaw.-CAMPBELL. When leagued Oppression poured to northern wars Her whiskered pandoors and her fierce hussars, Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Pealed her loud drum, and twanged her trumpet horn; Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van, Presaging wrath to Poland—and to man!
Warsaw's last champion, from her height surveyed, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid, (9) Oh! Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save; Is there no hand on high to shield the brave? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow men! our country yet remains! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live!_with her to die!
3 (.) He said, and on the rampart-heights arrayed
His trusty warriors, few, but undismayed!
4 (-) In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few!
From rank to rank your volleyed thunder flew:-
5 The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there,
Tumultuous murder shook the midnight air-
The storm prevails, the ramparts yield away,
And conscious Nature shuddered at the cry! 6 Departed spirits of the mighty dead!
Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled!
Lord Chatham.—BUTLER Of those, by whom Lord North was preceded, none, probably, except Lord Chatham, will be remembered by posterity; but the nature of the eloquence of
this extraordinary man, it is extremely difficult to de5 scribe.
No person in his external appearance was ever more bountifully gifted by nature for an orator. In his look and his gesture, grace and dignity were combined, but
dignity presided; the “terrors of his beak, the light10 nings of his eye, were insufferable. His voice was both
full and clear; his lowest whisper was distinctly heard, his middle tones'were sweet, rich, and beautifully varied; when he elevated his voice to its highest pitch, the
house was completely filled with the volume of the 15 sound. The effect was awful, except when he wished
to cheer or animate; he then had spirit-stirring notes, which were perfectly irresistible. He frequently rose, on a sudden, from a very low to a very high key, but it
seemed to be without effort. His diction was remark20 ably simple, but words were never chosen with greater
care; he mentioned to a friend that he had perused. some of Dr. Barrow's Sermons so often as to know them by heart.