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My brethren, we stand on the borders of an awful gulf, which is swallowing up all things human. And is there, amidst this universal wreck, nothing stable, nothing abiding, nothing immortal, on which poor, frail, dying man can fasten? Ask the hero, ask the statesman, whose wisdom you have been accustomed to revere, and he will tell you. He will tell you, did I say? He has already told you, from his death-bed; and his illumined spirit, still whispers from the heavens, with well-known eloquence, the solemn admonition :—“Mortals hastening to the tomb, and once the companions of my pilgrimage, take warning and avoid my errors; cultivate the virtues I have recommended ; choose the Saviour I have chosen; live disinterestedly; live for immortality; and would you rescue any thing from final dissolution, lay it up in God.”
A SWELLS SOLILOQUY ON THE WAR.
I don't appwove this hawid waw;
Those dueadful bannahs hawt my eyes;
Why don't the pawties compwamise ?
Of cawce, the twoilet has its clawms;
But why must all the vulgalı crowd
In cullaws so extwemely loud ?
And then the ladies-pwecious dealis !
I mawk the change on ev'wy bwow;
Of cwace I wose and sought the daw,
With fewy flashing from my eyes !
MOTIIER, has the dove that nestled,
Lovingly upon thy breast, Folded up his little pinion,
And in darkness gone to rest ? Nay, the grave is dark and dreary,
But the lost one is not there; Hear'st thou not its gentle whisper,
Floating on the ambient air? It is near thee, gentle mother,
Near thee at the evening hour;
It looks up from every flower.
Low thou bendest thee in prayer,
Then thy angel babe is there!
Maiden, has thy noble brother,
On whose manly form thine eye Loved full oft in pride to linger,
On whose heart thou could'st rely, Though all other hearts deceived thee,
All proved hollow, eartlı grew drear, Whose protection, ever o'er thee,
Hid thee from the cold world's snecr,-
All unaided on thy way?
Still thy faltering steps can stay ;
He than danger is more near ; When in grief thou'st none to pity,
He, the sainted, marks each tear. Lover, is the light extinguished
Of the gem, that, in thy heart Hidden deeply, to thy being
All.its sunshine could impart?
Look above! 'tis burning brighter
Than the very stars in heaven ;
All its new found glory's given.
Thou the loved one may'st forget;
May lave power to win thee yet;
Oft will whisper in thine ear,
Thou wilt know she lovers near.
Of the mourners thronging earth,
Sadness mingles with thy mirth.
Which has pillowed oft thy head,
Cannot rest among the dead;
Through the day, and still at night
Making thy young dreams so briglit.
How oft we weep to see them die!
That will guide us to the sky! Emily Judson.
THE MISER FITLY PUNISHED.
IN ise year 1762, a miser, of the namcof Foscuc, in France, having amassed enormous wealth by habits of extortion and the most soruid parsimony, was requested by the government to advancea sum of money as a loan. The miser demurred, pretending that he was poor. In order to hide his gold effectually, be dug a deep care in his cellar, the descent to which was by a laudér, and which was entered by means of a trap-door, to which was attached a springlock.
He entered this cave, one day, to gloat over his gold, when the trap-door fell upon him, and the spring-lock, the key to which he had left on the outside, snapped, and held him a prisoner in the cave, where he perished miserably: Sonic months afterwards a search was made, and his body was found in the midst of money-bags, with a candlestick lying beside it on the floor. In the following lines the miser is supposed to have just entered his cave, and to be soliloquiz-ug.
So, so ! all safe! Come forth, my pretty sparklers, -
For the state's needs. Ha, ha! my shining pets,
(The trap-door falls.)
Offended Heaven ! have mercy !-I will give
CASAR PASSING THE RUBICON.
A GENTLEMAN, speaking of Cæsar's benevolent disposition, and of the reluctance with which he entered into the civil war, observes, “ How long did he pause upon the brink of the Rubicon?" How came he to the brink of that river? IIow dared he cross it? Shall a private man respect the boundaries of private property, and shall a man pay no respect to the boundaries of his country's rights? How dared he cross that river?-Oh! but he paused upon the brink. He should have perished on the brink, ere he had crossed it! Why did he pause ?– Why does a man's heart palpitate when he is on the point of committing an unlawful deed? Why does the very murderer, his victim sleeping before him, and his glaring eve taking the measure of the blow, strike wide of the mortal