back, and tell the new-born child, who sitteth on the Alleghanies, laying his either hand upon a tributary sea, a crown of thirty stars above his youthful brow-tell him there are rights which states must keep, or they shall suffer wrongs. Tell him there is a God who keeps the black man and the white, and hurls to earth the loftiest realm that breaks his just, eternal law! Warn the young empire that he come not down dim and dishonored to my shameful tomb! Tell him that Justice is the unchanging, everlasting will to give each man his Right. I knew it, broke it, and am lost. Bid him to keep it and be safe!" Ex. CLXII-SPIRIT OF LIBERTY IN 1772. JOSEPH WARREN. You have, my friends and countrymen, frustrated the designs of your enemies, by your unanimity and fortitude: it was your union and determined spirit which expelled those troops, who polluted your streets with innocent blood. You have appointed this anniversary as a standard memorial of the bloody consequences of placing an armed force in a populous city, and of your deliverance from the dangers which then seemed to hang over your heads; and I am confident that you will never betray the least want of spirit when called upon to guard your freedom. None but they who set a just value upon the blessings of liberty, are worthy to enjoy her-your illustrious fathers were her zealous votaries— when the blasting frowns of tyranny drove her from public view, they clasped her in their arms; they cherished her in their generous bosoms; they brought her safe over the rough ocean, and fixed her seat in this then dreary wilderness; they nursed her infant age with the most tender care; for her sake, they patiently bore the severest hardships; for her support, they underwent the most rugged toils; in her defense, they boldly encountered the most alarming dangers; neither the ravenous beasts that ranged the woods for prey, nor the more furious savages of the wilderness, could damp their ardor! Whilst with one hand they broke the stubborn glebe, with the other they grasped their weapons, ever ready to protect her from danger. No sacrifice, not even their own blood, was esteemed too rich a libation for her altar! God prospered their valor; they preserved her brilliancy unsul lied; they enjoyed her whilst they lived, and dying, be queathed the dear inheritance to your care. And as they left you this glorious legacy, they have undoubtedly transmitted to you some portion of their noble spirit, to inspire you with the virtue to merit her, and courage to preserve her. You surely can not, with such examples before your eyes, as every page of the history of this country affords, suffer your liberties to be ravished from you by lawless force, or cajoled away by flattery and fraud. PUNCH. Ex. CLXIII.-CRITIQUE ON HIAWATHA. You, who hold in grace and honor, Mars he gave the Night's First Watches, Into this his latest rhythm) Write we as Protracted Fellow, poem Should you ask me, Is the Should you ask me, Is it worthless, Merely facile flowing nonsense, Should you ask me, What's its nature? From the mountains, moors, and fenlands, Finds its sugar in the rushes: From the fast-decaying nations, Should you ask me, By what story, You prefer your ears well tickled; There's Nokomis, there's Wenonah— "Barred with streaks of red and yellow And her story's far too touching Once upon a time in London, To the dreadful Northern Wizard, How a scribe, with pen chivalrous, Came the gracious Mari-Kee-lee, Firing off a pocket-pistol, Singing, too, that Mudjee-keewis (Shortened in the song to "Wild Wind,") Was a spirit very kindly. Came her sire, the joyous Kee-lee, And the poem which I speak of? Mighty writers-Punch the mightiest ; Read, and learn, and then be thankful Punch and noble Henry Wadsworth, Than to be annoyed at jesting, From his friend, great Punch, who loves him. Ex. CLXIV.-HAMLET TO THE PLAYERS. SHAKSPEARE. ; SPEAK the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly, on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of the players do, I had as lief the town-crier had spoke my lines. And do not saw the air too much with your hand but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beset a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh!`it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious, periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears |