406 REVELRY IN THE EAST INDIES. So stand to your glasses steady, Hurrah! for the next that dies. Time was when we frowned at others; Hurrah! for the next that dies. There's many a hand that's shaking; "Tis here the revival lies; A cup to the dead already; Hurrah! for the next that dies. There's a mist on the glass congealing,- A cup to the dead already; Hurrah! for the next that dies. Who dreads to the dust returning? The word is a world of lies; A cup to the dead already; Hurrah! for the next that dies. MY SHIP. Cut off from the land that bore us, Where the brightest have gone before us, "Tis all we have left to prize; A cup to the dead already; Hurrah! for the next that dies. MY SHIP. OWN to the wharves, as the sun goes down, Dow And the daylight tumult, and dust, and din Are dying away in the busy town,— I I go to see if my ship comes in. gaze far over the quiet sea, I question the sailors every night— "Whence does she come?" they ask of me— When my answer is ever and ever the same. Oh, mine was a vessel of strength and truth, And, like all beloved and beautiful things, With only a tremble of snowy wings, 407 408 SOMEBODY'S DARLING. Carrying with her a precious freight— Watch from the earliest morning light, But she comes not yet: she never will come Knowing that tempest, and time, and storm, Have wrecked and shattered my beauteous bark; Rank seaweeds cover her wasted form, And her sails are tattered, and stained, and dark. And still, with a patience that is not hope, I sit on the rough shore's rocky slope, INTO SOMEBODY'S DARLING. NTO a ward of the whitewashed walls, Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls, Matted and damp are the curls of gold, AGAINST BRIBERY. Back from his beautiful blue-veined brow Kiss him once for somebody's sake, Was it a mother's, soft and white? Been baptized in the waves of light? God knows best! He was somebody's love, Night and noon on the wings of prayer. Somebody's waiting and watching for him, 409 IT AGAINST BRIBERY.-DEMOSTHENES. T were better, O Athenians! to die ten thousand deaths, than to be guilty of a servile acquiescence in the usurpations of Philip. Not only is he no Greek, and no way allied to Greece, but he sprang from a part of the barbarian world unworthy to he named-from Macedonia, where formerly we could not find a 410 AGAINST BRIBERY. slave fit to purchase! And why is it that the insolence of this man is so tamely tolerated? Surely there must be some cause why the Greeks, who were once so jealous of their liberty, now show themselves so basely submissive. It is this, Athenians! They were formerly impelled by a sentiment which was more than a match for Persian gold; a sentiment which maintained. the freedom of Greece, and wrought her triumphs by sea and land, over all hostile powers. It was no subtle or mysterious element of success. It was simply this: an abhorrence of traitors; of all who accepted bribes from those princes who are prompted by the ambition of subduing, or the base intent of corrupting Greece. To receive bribes was accounted a crime of the blackest dye-a crime which called for all the severity of public justice. No petitioning for mercy, no pardon, was allowed. Those favorable conjunctures with which fortune oftentimes assists the supine against the vigilant, and renders men, even when most regardless of their interests, superior to those who exert their utmost efforts, could never be sold by orator or general, as in these degenerate days. Our mutual confidence, our settled hatred and distrust of all tyrants and barbarians, could not be impaired or turned aside by the force of money. But now, opportunity, principles, private honor, and the public good, are exposed to sale as in a market; and in exchange we have that perniciofis laxity which is destroying the safety, the very vitals, of Greece. Let a man receive a bribe, he is envied; let him confess it, he provokes laughter; let him be convicted, he is pardoned! His very accusation only awakens resentment, so thoroughly is public sentiment corrupted! Richer, more powerful, better prepared, than ever before, we lose all our advantages through these traffickers in their country's welfare. How was it formerly? Listen to the decree which your ancestors inscribed upon a brazen column erected in the citadel: "Let Arthmius of Zelia, the son of Pythonax, be accounted infamous, and an enemy to the Athenians and their allies, both he and all his race!" Then comes the reason of his sentence: "Because he brought gold from Media into Peloponnesus." This is the decree. And now, in the name of all the gods, think upon it! Think what wisdom, what dignity appeared in this action of our ancestors. This receiver of bribes they declare an enemy to |