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GENERAL JOSEPII REED; OR, TIIE INCORRUPTIBLE
PATRIOT.-By Rev. Edward C. Jones. Governor Johnstone is said to have offered Gen. Joseph Roedd £10,000 flerling, if he would try to re-unite the colonies to the inother country. Said he. "I am not worth purchasing; but, such as I am, the King of Great Britain is not rich enough to buy me.” I SPURN your gilded bait, oh, King, my faith you cannot buy; (19, tamper with some craven heart, and dream of victory; My honor never shall be dimmed by taking such a bribe; The honest man can look above the mercenary tribe. Carlisle and Eden may consort to bring abont a peace; Our year of Jubilee will be the year of our release. Until your fleets and armies are all remanded back, Freedom's avenging angel will keep upon your track. What said our noble Laurens ? What answer did he make? Did he accept your overtures, and thus our cause forsake? No! as his country's mouth-piece, he spoke the burning words, “Off with Conciliation's terms--the battle is the Lord's!" Are ye afraid of Bourbon's house? And do ye now despair, Because to shield the perishing the arm of France is bare? That treaty of alliance, which makes a double strise, llas, like the sun, but warmed afresh your viper brood to life. And art thou, Johnstone, art thou, pray, upon this mission sent, To keep at distance, by thy crast, the throne's dismemberment?' Dismemberment !-ah, come it must, for union is a sin, When parents' hands the furnace heat, and thrust the children in Why, English hearts there are at home, that pulsate with our own. Voices bevond Atlantic's waves send forth a loving tone; Within the Cabinet are men who would not offer gold, 'To see our country's liberty, like chattel, bought and sold. You say that office shall be mine, if I the traitor play; Can office ever compensate for honesty's decay ? Ten thousand pounds! ten thousand pounds! Shall I an Esau
LIBERTY AND UNIOX.-- Webster.
I PROFESS, sir, in my career hitherto, to have kept steadily in view the prosperity and honor of the whole country, and the preservation of our federal union. It is to that union we owe our safety at home, and our consideration and dignity abroad. It is to that union that we are chiefly indebted for whatever makes us most proud of our country. That union we reached, only by the discipline of our virtues in the screte school of adversity. It had its origin in the necessities of disordered finance, prostrate commerce, and ruined credit Under its benign influences, these great interests immediately awoke, as from the dead, and sprang forth with newness of life. Every year of its duration has teemed with fresh proofs of its utility and its blessings; and, although our territory has stretched out wider and wider, and our population spread farther and farther, they have not outrun its protection or its benefits. It has been to us all, a copious fountain of national, social, and personal happiness.
I have not allowed myself, sir, to look beyond the union, to see what might lie hidden in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly weighed the chances of preserving liberty, when the bonds that unite us together, shall be broken asunder. I have not accustomed myself to hang over the precipice of disunion, to see whether, with my short sight, I can fathom the depth of the abyss below; nor could I regard him as a safe counsellor in the affairs of this government, whose thoughts should be mainly bent on considering, not how the union should be preserved, but how tolerable might be the condition of the people, when it shall be broken up and destroyed.
While the union lasts, we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects spread out before us, for us and our children. 'Beyond that, I seek not to penetrate the vail
. God grant, that in my day, at least, that curtain may not rise. God grant. that on my vision never may be opened what lies behind. When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time, the sun ir heaven, may I not see him shining on the froken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious union; on states disserered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood! Let their last fechle and lingering glance, rather, behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the curth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their original lustre; not a stripe crased or polluted, nor a single star obscured, bearing for its motto, no such miserable interrogatory as, What is all this worth? nor those other words of delusion and folly : Liberty first, and union afterwards; but everywhere, spread all over in charac
ters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea, and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every truc Amer. ican heart, Liberty and union, now and forever, one and in separable!
THE SEMINOLE'S REPLY.-By G. W. Palien.
BLAZE, with your serried columns !
I will not bend the knee !
The arm which now is free.
When the tempest muttered low;
The lightning of its blow!
I've scalped ye on the plain;
Bencath my leaden rain !
The pale-face I defy !
And blood my battle cry!
Some to defend their all,-
To see the white man fall:
To hear his dying moan,
The music of his groan.
Yeye tracked me c'er the
I ne'er will ask ye quarter,
And I ne'er will be your slave;
Till I sink beneath its wave!
THE VAGABONDS.- By J. T. Trowbridge. We are two travellers, Roger and I.
Roger's my dog :-come here, you scamp! Jump for the gentlemen,-mind your eye!
Over the table--look out for the lamp !The rogue is growing a little old;
Five years we've tramped through wind and weather, And slept cut-doors when nights were cold,
And ate and drank-and starved together.
A bed on the floor, a bit of rosin,
The paw he holds up there's been frozen,)
(This out-door business is bad for strings,). Then a few nice buckwheats hot from the griddle,
And Roger and I set up for kings ! No, thank ye, Sir,-I never drink;
Roger and I are exceedingly moral, – A ren't we, Roger ?--see hiin wink!
Well, something hot, then, -we won't quarrel. He's thirsty, too, ---see him nod his head ?
What a pity, Sir, that dogs can't talk! He understands every word that's said,
And he knows good milk from water-and-chalk. The truth is, Sir, now I reflect,
I've been so sadly given to grog, I wonder I've not lost the respect
(Ilere's to you, Sir !) even of my dog. But he sticks by, through thick and thin;
And this old coat, with its empty pockets, And rags that smell of tobacco and gin,
He'll follow while he has eyes in his sockets. There isn't another creature living
Would do it, and prove, throngh every disaster, So fond, so faithful, and so forgiving,
To such a miserable thankless master! No, sir !--see him wag his tail and grin!
We'll have some music, if you're willing,
And Roger (hem! what a plague a cough is, Sir!) Shall march a little.- Start, you villain!
Stand straight! 'Bout face! Salute your officer! Put
that paw! Dress! Take your rifle !
To aid a poor old patriot soldier!
When he stands up to hear his sentence.
To honor a jolly new acquaintance.
The night's before us, fill the glasses ! -
Some brandy,-thank you,—there !--it passes ! Why not reform ? That's easily said;
But I've gone through such wretched treament, Sometimes forgetting the taste of bread,
And scarce remenbering what meat meant, That my poor stomach's past reform ;
And there are times when, mad with thinking, I'd sell out heaven for something warm
To prop a horrible inward sinking. Is there a way to forget to think?
At your age, Sir, home, fortune, friends, A dear girl's love,-but I took to drink ;
The same old story; you know how it ends. If you could bave seen these classic features,
You needn't laugh, Sir; they were not then
I was one of your handsome men !
Whose head was happy on this breast !
When the wine went round, you wouldn't have guessed That ever I, Sir, should be straying
From door to door, with fiddle and dog, Ragged and penniless, and playing
To you to-night for a glass of grog! She's married since,-a parson's wife:
'Twas better for her that we should part,Better the soberest, prosiest life
Than a blasted home and a broken heart.
On the dusty road, a carriage stopped:
Who kissed the coin that her fingers dropped!