judicious reflections contain a lesson of moderation to all the sincere lovers of the Union, and ought to put them upon their guard against hazarding anarchy, civil war, a perpetual alienation of the States from each other, and perhaps the military despotism of a victorious demagogue, in the pursuit of what they are not likely to obtain, but from time and experience. It may be in me a defect of political fortitude, but I acknowledge that I cannot entertain an equal tranquillity with those who affect to treat the dangers of a longer continuance in our present situation as imaginary. A nation, without a national government, is an awful spectacle. The establishment of a constitution, in time of profound peace, by the voluntary consent of a whole people, is a prodigy, to the completion of which I look forward with trembling anxiety. In so arduous an enterprise, I can reconcile it to no rules of prudence to let go the hold we now have upon seven out of the thirteen States; and after having passed over so considerable a part of the ground, to recommence the course. I dread the more the consequences of new attempts, because I know that powerful individuals, in this and in other States, are enemies to a general national government in every possible shape. A pair of Eclogues. Preserved in E. H. Smith's Collection of "American Poems." 1793. THE COUNTRY SCHOOL. [By an Anonymous Contributor to "The New Hampshire Spy."] Read in the Bible,—tell the place,— Sir,-Moses got a pin and stuck Silence,-stop Caleb-Moses! here! Read on. The increase of his h-h-horse— Can't you indeed! Why, spell it. Spell it. Come Billy, read-What's that? That's ASir, Jim has snatch'd my rule away— Return it, James.-Here, rule with this Billy, read on,- That's crooked S. Read in the spelling-book-Begin The boys are out-Then call them in My nose bleeds, mayn't I get some ice, And hold it in my breeches?—Yes. By twelve, and twenty-Mind the rule. I can't-Well try—T, W, L. Not wash'd your hands yet, booby, ha? You had your orders yesterday. Give me the ferule, hold your hand. Oh! Oh! There, -mind my next command. The grammar read. Tell where the place is. C sounds like K in cat and cases. My book is torn. The next-Here not— E final makes it long-say note. What are the stops and marks, Susannah? Small points, Sir.. -And how many, Hannah? Four, Sir. How many, George? You look: Why, I've been Come in. Here's more than fifty in my book. "Come, we can dance to-night—so you Silence! The second class must read. As quick as possible-proceed. Not found your book yet? Stand-be fix'd- Gizzard. Come, Tom and Dick, choose sides to spell. O shocking! Have you all tried? No. THE COUNTRY MEETING. [Attributed, in Smith's Collection, to T. C. James.] VIEW yonder ancient dome, with trees beset, From which no lofty spire doth proudly rise, Nor can they think that words their sinful deeds repair. No pulpit here doth grace the naked wall, Nor doth the sculptor his gay art express: For thus they teach: "Religion does not call For the vain ornaments of splendid dress, Nor will meek heaven superfluous grandeur bless." VOL. IV.-9 And wrong they hold it, that the flock should pay To beam mild virtue on the expanding soul, And spread celestial sparks, free gift, from pole to pole. But see, o'er yonder field, the elder train Of village dames their little infants bring, Who else might loiter on the grassy plain, And wet their new clothes in yon bubbling spring, Which would their parents' minds with sorrow sting. The sportive urchins oft will skip away, To chase the partridge from the neighboring bush: And oft with balls of well-attempered clay, Will from its covert fright the trembling thrush, Nor mind the careful matron's voice, which would them hush. Down the sloped hill the gayer tribe descend, On neighing steeds, that champ the steeléd bit, Straight to the fane their pompous way they tend; There 'midst their peers in goodly order sit, Young swains for strength renowned, and maids for wit: Such strength as at the mill-door oft is seen When Colin lifts the sack of mighty weight; Such wit as sports in gambols o'er the green, And would the ear of nicer townsman grate; He'd call it shocking stuff, and rude, unseemly prate. Yet Humor her abode will deign to fix Amidst the lively rustics of the place, Nor e'er can fell Ambition work it harm, Blowing with hideous blast its poisonous alarm. See yonder youth on prancing bay steed ride, For whom he wishes, and of whom he dreams; Of wild flowers fair, a nosegay scented sweet: For her the chestnut drops its prickly hulls, And the wood-pigeon yields its savory meat, With thousand tempting gifts which verse cannot repeat. And now through folding doors, full wide displayed, Mark with what slow-paced dignity he moves; And over all his features fondly roves, For he the junior train affectionately loves. The village teacher sits with looks profound, He should on careless pupil's visage chance, Silence with Sleep his empire now divides, While some on this, and some on that side nod; The ploughman still his steers and ploughshare guides, And breaks in pleasing dreams the fancied sod; While the school-mistress wields the birchen rod. Others, more wakeful, plan their future deeds, While on increase of wealth their wishes stray: The farmer thus in rapture counts his steeds, And deals to each his part of winter's hay, Till spring renews the grass, and gives returning May. Where will not thirst of treacherous gold approach, On whom fell Want ne'er lays her harpy claws, But, far retired from 'midst the toiling crew, And learn from her to trace the great Eternal Cause. |