My mother kissed me here- 4. My heart strings round thee cling, Thy axe shall harm thee not. The The author is indebted to the "Schenectady Reflector" for a knowledge of the incidents upon which this beautiful and affecting poem is founded Such a poem, when we become familiar with the circumstances under which it was written, breathes a charm over the cold realities of life. That paper says, in substance, that a family of opulence, consisting of the parents and a large number of sons and daughters, resided near the city of New-York; and that their home was an earthly paradise. But it did not long continue. The failures of those for whom the old gentleman endorsed, swept away every farthing of his property. All died but the youngest son. He went to the south, and gained a fortune; and then returned to his old home, which however, was so situated, that he could not possess himself of it. He visited the sacred grounds periodically. When Col. Morris accompanied him, they saw a woodman, standing by the "aged oak," near the old cottage, sharpening his axe. stranger put spurs to his horse, rode swiftly up, and accosted him thus: "What are you going to do?" "I intend to cut down this tree," replied the woodman. "What for?" "I want it for fire wood." "If you want fire wood," said the stranger, "why did you not go to yonder forest, and let this old oak stand?" You see am an old man," replied the woodman, "and I have not strength to bring my wood so far." If I will give you enough money, to hire as much wood, brought to your door, as this tree will make, will you forever let it stand?" The woodman replied, "Yes." They executed a bond that the tree should remain; and the stranger turned to Col. Morris, and said, with a generous tear sparkling in his eye, "in youth it sheltered me, and I'll protect it now." It affected the colonel deeply, as it would every man who had a heart capable of feeling; and, on his return to New-York, he wrote the above exquisite lines. 59. THE UNION.-D. Webster. 1. While the union lasts, we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects, spread out before us, for us, and our children. Be yond that, I seek not to penetrate the veil. 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! 2. When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in the heavens, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious union; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood! 3. Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the world,-its arms and trophies streaming in their original lustre, not a stripe erased 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 every where, spread all over in characters 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 true American heart-" Liberty and union, now and forever, one and inseparable." The above is the conclusion of Mr. Webster's speech in 1830, on Mr. Foote's land resolution, in reply to Gen. Hayne of South Carolina. 60. MARCO BOZZARIS.-F. G. Halleck. 1. At midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour In dreams, through camp and court, he bore In dreams, his song of triumph heard; 2. At midnight, in the forest shades, Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band, There had the Persian's thousands stood, And now, there breathed that haunted air 3. An hour passed on-the Turk awoke; "To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!" "Strike-till the last arm'd foe expires; 4. They fought-like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain They conquered-but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw Like flowers at set of sun. 5. Come to the bridal chamber, Death! That close the pestilence are broke, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; But to the hero, when his sword That were not born to die. Marco Bozzaris, the Epaminondas of Modern Greece, fell in a night attack upon the Turkish camp, at Laspi, the site of the ancient Platea, August 30, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words were "To die for liberty is a pleasure, and not a pain.” John L. Stephens, who is greatly distinguished as an author of "Travels," says that he saw his widow, and apprised her of the high estimation in which Americans hold the name and memory of Marco Bozzaris. This piece renders the name of our countryman, by whom it was written, almost as imperishable as that of the hero, to whom it relates. In reciting or declaiming it, the voice should undergo great changes in pitch and quantity. The third verse, except the first three lines, and the last, should be given on a high key,-the fifth verse on a low key. 61. SPEECH OF EDMUND BURKE. 1. Since I had the honor, I should say, the dishonor, of sitting in this house, I have been witness to many strange, many infamous transactions. What can be your intention in attacking all honor and virtue? Do you mean to bring all men to a level with yourselves, and to extirpate all honor and independence? Perhaps you imagine, a vote will settle the whole controversy. Alas! you are not aware, that the manner in which your vote is procured, is a secret to no man. 2. Listen. For if you are not totally callous, if your consciences are not seared, I will speak daggers to your souls, and wake you to all the pangs of guilty recollection. I will follow you with whips and stings, through every maze of your unexampled turpitude, and plant thorns under the rose of ministerial approbation. 3. You have flagrantly violated justice, and the law of the land, and opened a door for anarchy and confusion. After assuming an arbitrary dominion over law and justice, you issue orders, warrants, and proclamations, against every opponent; and send prisoners to your Bastile, all those who have the courage and virtue, to defend the freedom of their country. 4. But it is in vain that you hope by fear and terror, to extinguish the native British fire. The more sacrifices-the more martyrs you make, the more numerous the sons of liberty will become. They will multiply like the hydra, and hurl vengeance on your heads. 5. Let others act as they will; while I have a tongue or an arm, they shall be free. And that I may not be a witness of these monstrous proceedings, I will leave the house; nor do I doubt, but every independent, every honest man, every friend to England, will follow me. These walls are unholy, baleful, deadly, while a prostitute majority holds the bolt of parliamentary power, and hurls its vengeance only upon the virtuTo yourselves, therefore, I consign you. Enjoy your ous. pandemonium. This powerful speech was made in the year 1770, against a motion introduced by a member of the British parliament, to send the Lord Mayor of London and Alderman Oliver to the tower. At the close of it, all the gentlemen in the opposition rose as one man, and left the house. Mr. Burke was born in 1729, and died at the age of 68. He was one of the greatest and best men, that England ever produced. He wisely said: Education is the cheap defence of nations." The committee on colleges, academies, and common schools, of which the Hon. L. H. Brown was chairman, in their report made March 26, 1845, in the legislature of the state of New-York, say, with equal wisdom, "In a free community school houses are a better defence than forts; good |