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wealth, and, in the shade of obscurity, the path to greatness; in the maturity of manhood, disarming the thunder of its terrors, the lightning of its fatal blast; and wresting fron, the tyrant's hand the still more afflictive sceptre os oppression : while descending into the vale of years, traversing the Atlantic Ocean, braving, in the dead of winter, the battle and the breeze, bearing in his hand the charter of Independence, which he had contributed to form, ani tendering, from the self-created Nation to the mightiest monarchs of Europe, the olive-branch of peace, the mercurial wand of commerce, and the amulet of protection and safety to the man of peace, on the pathless ocean, from the inexorable cruelty and merciless rapacity of war.
And, finally, in the last stage of life, with fourscore winters upon his head, under the torture of an incurable disease, returning to his native land, closing his days as the chief magistrate of his adopted commonwealth, after contributing by his counsels, under the Presidency of Washington, and recording his name, under the sanction of devout prayer, in voked by him to God, to that Constitution under the authority of which we are here assembled, as the Representatives of the North American People, to receive, in their name and for them, these venerable relics of the wise, the valiant, and the good founders of our great confederated Republic—these sacred symbols of our golden age. May they be deposited among the archives of our Government! And may every American, who shall hereafter behold them, ejaculate a mingled offering of praise to that Supreme Ruler of the Universe, by whose tender mercies our Union has been hitherto preserved, through all the vicissitudes and revolutious of this turbulent world ; and of prayer for the continuance of these blessings, by the dispensations of Providence, to our beloved country from age to age, till time shall be no more !
Dinner to get for six or more,
No loaf left o'er from Sunday; And baby cross as he can live
He's always so on Monday.
'Tis time the meat was in the pot,
The bread was worked for baking, The clothes were taken from the boil
Oh dear I the baby's waking !
Hush, baby dear! there, hush-sh-sh!
I wish he'd sleep a little, 'Till I could run and get some wood,
To hurry up the kettle.
Oh dcar! oh dear! if P. comes home,
And fiuds things in this pother, He'll just begin and tell me all
About his tidy mother!
How nice her kitchen used to be,
Her dinner always ready Exactly when the noon-bell rang
Hush, hush, dear little Fredily!
And then will come some hasty words,
Right out before I'm thinking--
Now, is not that a great idea,
That men'should take to sinning, Because a weary, half-sick wife,
Can't always smile so winning ?
When I was young I used to earn
My living without trouble,
And hours of leisure double.
I never dreamed of such a fate,
When I, a-lass! was courted
TIIE BRAVE AT HOME.-T. Buchanan Reed
Tin maid who binds her warrior's sash,
With smile that well her pain dissembles,
One starry tear-irop hangs and trembles,
And fame shall never know the story,
As e'er bedew'd the field of glory.
Mid little ones who weep or wonder,
What though her heart be rent asunder,
The bolts of death around him rattle,
Was pourl upon a field of battle!
While to her breast her son she presses,
Kissing the patriot brow she blesses,
To know the pain that weighs upon her,
Received on Freedom's tield of honor!
PARRIIASIUS AND TIIE CAPTIVE.-N. P. Willis,
THERE stood an unsold captive in the mart,
And touch'd his unheal'd wounds, and with a sneer
'Twas evening, and the half-descended sun
Unmuk'l of him,
The golden light into the painter's room
Of the lame Lemnian festering in his flesh ;
“Bring me the captive now!
And I could paint the bow
“Ila ! bind him on his back! Look !-as Prometheus in my picture here! Quick-or he faints !- stand with the cordial near!
Now-bend him to the rack !
"So-Jet him writhe! How long
Ila ! gray-hair’l, and so strong! How fearfully le stifles that short moan! Gods ! if I could but paint a dying groan !
"Pity' thee! So I do!
I'd rack thee, though I knew
“ Hereafter ! Ay-hereafter !
To check the skeptic's laughter ?
"No, no, old man ! we die
Strain well thy fainting eye--.