when my slenderer and younger taper inbibed its porrowed light from the more matured and redundant fountain of yours. Yes, my lord, we can remember those nights without any other regret than that they can never more return, for

"We spent them not in toys, or lust, or wine,

But search of deep philosophy,

Wit, eloquence and poesy,

Arts which I lov'd; for they, my friend, were thine."

CURRAN..

PRINCE LEWIS' ANSWER TO THE POPE'S LEGATE.

YOUR grace shall pardon me, I will not back;
I am too high-born to be propertied,

To be a secondary at control,

Or useful serving-man, and instrument,
To any sovereign state throughout the world.
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars,
Between this chastised kingdom and myself,
And brought in matter that should feed this fire;
And now 't is far too huge to be blown out
With that same weak wind which enkindled it.
You taught me how to know the face of right,
Acquainted me with interest to this land,
Yea, thrust this enterprise into my heart;
And come you now to tell me John hath made
His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me?
I, by the honor of my marriage-bed,

After young Arthur, claim this land for mine;
And, now it is half conquered, must I back,

Because that John hath made his peace with Rome?
Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne,
What men provided, what munition sent,

To underprop this action? is 't not I

That undergo this charge? Who else but I,
And such as to my claim are liable,

Sweat in this business, and maintain this war?
Have I not heard these islanders shout out,
Vive le roi! as I have banked their towns?
Have I not here the best cards for the game,
To win this easy match played for a crown?
And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?
No, on my soul, it never shall be said.

Outside or inside, I will not return
Till my attempt so much be glorified
As to my ample hope was promised
Before I drew this gallant head of war,
And culled these fiery spirits from the world,
To outlook conquest, and to win renown
Even in the jaws of danger and of death.

SHAKSPEARE.

DESTINY OF THE HUMAN RACE UPON THE EARTH.

How shall the destiny of the race be accomplished? By sending the searching eye of science, and the warm current of philanthrophy into the social relations of man; organizing labor so as to lift the yoke of poverty from the millions, and wrench the scepter of tyranny and monopoly from the hands of the few; by reorganizing the whole structure of society - so far as it is not constituted for the pure satisfaction, but for negation of the social and moral sentiments in man: consulting nothing but love in marriage; nothing but friendship in the dealings of man with man; nothing but a noble ambition, based upon natural superiority, in the determination of rank and precedence among men; nothing but the genuine feeling of paternity in the relations of the old and young, strong and weak, patron and client, master and servant. Do you say these things are impossible? Then is Christianity impossible. Then is man's destiny, written in blazing characters on his mental and moral constitution, a mere blustering tale that is told, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." Then the voices that come as from beyond the grave in the deep tones of bards and prophets, and the soul's whisper that seems to come from God, telling of future triumphs and unrealized glories, are but "from lying lips and a deceitful tongue." Then are all the great results of history, the mighty hopes of the future, the far reaching energies of the present, and all the fruits for which man oils, not for himself, but for posterity, but the apples of Sodom, fair to the view, but dust and ashes to the taste. But no; there is a better faith, a nobler hope, a juster apprehension of the future destiny of the race. Do you mark a battle-field at the moment of the raging contest; when amidst the roar of cannon, the shrieks and tumult of a hellish fury, the groans of the dying, and the trampling thunder of ten thousand feet, man contends against his brother, deals death upon him, and tearfu!

sorrow upon those he holds dear-yet all unconscious of his fearful cruelty, while the thought of honor, or of country, or religion, fires his heart and nerves his arm? Such is the present aspect of the life of man; of his industrial system; his competative labors; his civilization, commercial, political and religious Do you mark that same battle-field, when the trodden grass has been upreared by the hand of nature, and strewed with flowers; when under its deeply shadowing trees, the peaceful flocks appear; and the cheerful song of birds is heard, and men in loving fellowship walk forth, therein enjoying and reciprocating the sweet converse of sympathy and friendship? Such is the destined condition of the race upon the earth; when man shall realize every high ideal and noble aspiration of his nature; when he shall remove every sorrow and degradation that bows down his spirit to the dust; when science and art, philosophy and religion shall crown his head with glory and imparadise his earthly habitation; when the visions of the prophet, the dreams of the poet, the aspirations of the philanthropist, the sacred hopes of the martyr, shall not merely fill with admiration the heart of youth, and quicken the sluggish pulses of old age, but shall stand realized in the full and glorious fruition of an imperishable and noble destiny. Oh! Hope, bear us on thy trembling wings to that sublime future; and let thy sister, Faith, touch our eyes with her heaven-piercing power to see those divine images that ever beckon our souls upward to perfection. and fill its silent chambers with the far-off music and symphony of a new created world !

J. C. ZACHOS.

EMPLOYMENT OF INDIANS IN CIVILIZED WARFARE.

I AM astonished!-shocked! to hear such principles confessed to hear them avowed in this house, or in this country, principles equally unconstitutional, inhuman, and unchristian!

My lords, I did not intend to have encroached again upon your attention; but I cannot repress my indignation. I feel myself impelled by every duty. My lords, we are called upon as members of this house, as men, as Christian men, to protest against such notions standing near the throne, polluting the ear of majesty. "That God and nature put into our hands!"-I know not what ideas that lord may entertain of God and nature; but I know that such abominable principles are equally abhorrent to religion and humanity. What! to attribute the sacred sanction of God and nature to the massacre of the Indian scalping-knife-to the cannibal savage, torturing, murdering, roasting, and eating, literally, my lords, eating the mangled victims of his barbarous "battles! Such horrible notions shock every precept of religion, divine or natural, every generous feeling of humanity, and every sentiment of honor.

These abominable principles, and this more abominable avowal of them, demand the most decisive indignation. I call upon that right reverend bench, those holy ministers of the gosple, and pious pastors of our church; I conjure them to join in the holy work, and vindicate the religion of their God. I appeal to the wisdom and the law of this learned bench, to de fend and support the justice of their country. I call upon the bishops, to interpose the unsullied sanctity of their lawn; upon the learned judges, to interpose the purity of their ermine, to save us from this pollution. I call upon the honor of your lordships, to reverence the dignity of your ancestors, and maintain your own. I call upon the spirit and humanity of my country, to vindicate the national character. I invoke the genius of the constitution. From the tapestry that adorns these walls, the immortal ancestors of this noble lord frown with indignation at the disgrace of his country. In vain he led your victorious fleets against the boasted armada of Spain; in vain he defended and established the honor, the liberties, the religion, the protestant religion, of this courtry, against the arbitary cruelties of popery

and the inquisition, if these more that popish cruelties and inquisitorial practices are let loose among us. To turn forth into our settlements, among our ancient connections, friends, and relations, the merciless cannibal, thirsting for the blood of man, woman, and child! to send forth the infidel savage—against whom? against your protestant brethren; to lay waste their country, to desolate their dwellings, and extirpate their race and name, with these horrible hell-hounds of savage war !- hellhounds, I say, of savage war.

CHATHAM

MOLOCH AND SATAN, BEFORE THE POWERS OF HELL.

ONE there was there, whose loud defying tongue

Nor hope nor fear had silenced, Lut the swell
Of overboiling malice. Utterance long
His passion mocked, and long he strove to tell
His laboring ire; still syllable none fell
From his pale quivering lip, but died away
For very fury; from each hollow cell

Half sprang

his eyes, that cast a flamy ray. "This comes," at length burst from the furious chief, "This comes of dastard counsels! Here behold

The fruits of wily cunning! the relief

Which coward policy would fain unfold

To sooth the powers that warred with heaven of old.
Oh wise! oh potent! oh sagacious snare!

And lo! our prince the mighty and the bold,

There stands he, spell-struck, gaping at the air,

While heaven subverts his reign and plants her standard ✨ɩa” Here, as recovered, Satan fixed his eye

Full on the speaker; dark as it was stern;

He wrapped his black vest round him gloomily

And stood like one whom weightiest thoughts concern.

Him Moloch marked and strove again to turn

His soul to rage.

'Behold, behold," he cried,

"The lord of hell, who bade these legions spurn
Almighty rule-behold he lays aside

The spear of just revenge, and shrinks, by man defied.'
Thus ended Moloch, and his burning tongue

Hung quivering as if mad to quench its heat
In slaughter. So, his native wilds among,
The famished tiger pants, when near his seat,
Pressed on the sands, he marks the traveler's feet.