increase. He was no nameless man, staking life for reputation; he ranked among nobles, and looked unawed upon kings. 3. He was no friendless outcast, seeking for a grave to hide a broken heart; he was girdled by the companions of his childhood; his kinsmen were about him; his wife was before him. Yet from all these loved ones he turned away. Like a lofty tree that shakes down its green glories, to battle with the winter's storm, he flung aside the trappings of place and pride to crusade for Freedom, in Freedom's holy land. He càme; but not in the day of successful rebéllion; not when the new-risen sun of independence had burst the cloud of time, and careered to its place in the héavens. 4. He came when darkness curtained the hills, and the tempest was abroad in its anger; when the plow stood still in the field of promise, and briers cumbered the garden of beauty; when fathers were dying, and mothers were weeping over them; when the wife was binding up the gashed bosom of her husband, and the maiden was wiping the deathdamp from the brow of her lover. He came when the brave began to fear the power of man, and the pious to doubt the favor of God. It was then that this ONE joined the ranks of a revolted people. 5. Freedom's little phalanx bade him a grateful welcome. With them he courted the battle's rage; with theirs, his arm was lifted; with theirs, his blood was shed. Long and doubtful was the conflict. At length, kind Heaven smiled on the good cause, and the beaten invaders fled. The profane were driven from the temple of Liberty, and at her pure shrine the pilgrim warrior, with his adored Commander, knelt and worshiped. Leaving there his offering, the incense of an uncorrupted spirit, he, at length, rose, and crowned, with benedictions, turned his happy feet toward his long-deserted home. 6. After nearly fifty years, that ONE has come again. Can mortal tongue tell, can mortal heart feel the sublimity of that coming? Exulting millions rejoice in it; (f) and their loud, long, transporting shout, like the mingling of many winds, rolls on, undying, to freedom's farthest mountains. A congregated nation comes around him. Old men bless him, and children reverence him. The lovely come out to look upon him; the learned deck their halls to greet him; the rulers of the land rise up to do him homage. 7. How his full heart labors! He views the rusting trophies of departed days; he treads the high places where his brethren molder; he bends before the tomb of his FATHER;* * his words are tears, the speech of sad remembrance. But he looks round upon a ransomed land and a joyous race; he beholds the blessings those trophies secured, for which those brethren died, for which that FATHER lived; and again his words are tears, the eloquence of gratitude and joy. 8. Spread forth creation like a map; bid earth's dead multitude revive; and of all the pageant splendors that ever glittered to the sun, when looked his burning eye on a sight like this? Of all the myriads that have come and gone, what cherished minion ever ruled an hour like this? Many have struck the redeeming blow for their own freedom; but who, like this man, has bared his bosom in the cause of strangers? Others have lived in the love of their own people; but who, like this man, has drank his sweetest cup of welcome with another? Matchless Chief! of glory's immortal tablets, there is one for him, for him alone! Oblivion shall never shroud its splendor; the everlasting flame of liberty shall guard it, that the generations of men may repeat the name recorded there, the beloved name of LA FAYETTE. QUESTIONS.-1. On what principle are own and other, emphatic, first paragraph? See Note VII., page 22. Why the rising inflection on rebellion and heaven, third paragraph? See Note L., page 29. * Washington. EXERCISE CV. BINGEN ON THE RHINE. I. A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, MRS. NORTON. There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; II. "Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around, III. "Tell My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild; I let them take whate'er they would—but kept my father's sword; And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine, On the cottage-wall at Bingen,-calm Bingen on the Rhine! IV. "Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head, When the troops are marching home again, with glad and gallant tread; But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier, too, and not afraid to die. To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame; And to hang the old sword in its place, (my father's sword and mine,) For the honor of old Bingen,-dear Bingen on the Rhine! V. "There's another-not a sister;-in the happy days gone by, You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye; Too innocent for coquetry,-too fond for idle scorning ; Oh! friend, I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourn- I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine, VI. "I saw the blue Rhine sweep along—I heard, or seemed to hear, But we'll meet no more at Bingen,-loved Bingen on the Rhine !" VII. His voice grew faint and hoarser,—his grasp was childish weak,— EXERCISE CVI. PARTING OF HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE POPE'S HOMER'S ILIAD 1. Too daring prince! ah, whither dost thou run? For sure such courage length of life denies, 2. No parent now remains my grief to share, 3. 4. Then raised a mountain where his bones were burned: By the same arm my seven brave brothers fell; Yet, while my Hector still survives, I see |