2.

3.

She has a voice of gladness, and a smile,
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his dark musings with a mild,
And gentle sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware.

When thoughts

Of the last bitter hour, comes like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images

Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,

And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;
Go forth into the open sky, and list

To nature's teaching, while, from all around,
Comes a still voice:

"Yet a few days, and thee,

The all-beholding sun shall see no more,

In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist

Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again;
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go,
To mix forever with the elements,

To be a brother to th' insensible rock,

And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon.

"The oak

Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold.
Yet not, to thy eternal resting place,

Shalt thou retire, alone - nor could'st thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant vorld, with kings,

5,

The powerful of the earth, the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past

All in one mighty sepulchre.

"The hills,

sun; the vales,

Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods; rivers that move

In majesty, and the complaining brooks

That make the meadow green; and, poured round all,
Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,

Are but the solemn decorations all

Of the great tomb of man.

The golden sun,

The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages.

"All that tread

The globe, are but a handful, to the tribes.
That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings
Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,
Or, lose thyself in the continuous woods,
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save its own dashings yet the dead are there;
And millions in those solitudes, since first

The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep: the dead' reign there alone.

7. "So shalt thou rest; and what, if thou shalt fall,
Unnoticed by the living; and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh,
When thou art gone; the sclemn brood of care
Plod on; ard each one, as before, will chase
His favorite phantom; yet, all these shall leave

Their mirth, and their enjoyments, and shall come,
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,

The youth, in life's green spring, and he, who goes
In the full strength of years, matron, and maid,
The bowed with age, the infant, in the smiles
And beauty of its innocent age cut off —

Shall, one by one, be gathered to thy side,
By those who, in their turn, shall follow them.

8. "So live, that when thy summons comes, to join
The innumerable caravan that moves

To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take
His chamber, in the silent halls of death,

Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,

Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams!”

LESSON XLI.

FAREWELL TO HUNGARY.

KOSSUTH.

1. THOU art fallen, truest of nations! Thou art thrust down under thine own blow! not the weapon of a foreign enemy, which has dug thy grave; not the cannon of the many nations, brought up against thee they have tottered back at thy love to thy Fatherland! not the Muscovites, who crawled over the Karpathites, have compelled thee to lay down thine arms. no! sold, thou wast, dear Fatherland. Thy sentence of death, beloved Fatherland, was written by him, whose love to his

country I never questioned for a single moment. In the bold flight of my thoughts, I would rather have doubted the exist ence of a good man, than I should have thought he could have become the traitor to his Fatherland.

2. And thou hast been betrayed by him, in whose hands a few days ago I laid the government of our country, sworn to defend thee with the last drop of his blood. He became a traitor to his country because the color of gold was dearer to him than that of blood, which was shed for the independence of the Fatherland. The profane metal had in his eyes more value than the Holy God of his land, who forsook him, when he entered into a covenant with the associates of the devil!

3. Magyars! my dear fellow-sons of the same country! Do not accuse me, because I was compelled to cast my eye on this. man, and to vacate my place for him. I was compelled to do so, because the people confided in him, because the army loved him, and he had already attained to a position, in which he could have proved his fidelity! and yet the man abused the confidence of the nation, and in return for the love of his nation, treated them with contempt. Curse him, people of the Magyars! curse the heart which did not dry up when it at tempted to nourish him with the moisture of life!

4. I love thee, Europe's truest nation! as I love the freedom for which thou fought so bravely! The God of liberty will never blot you out from His memory. Be blessed forever more! My principles were those of Washington, though my deeds were not those of William Tell! I wished for a free nation

free as God only can create man—and thou art dead, because thy winter has arrived; but this will not last so long as thy fellow-sufferer, languishing under the icy sky of Siberia. No, fifteen nations have dug thy grave, the thousands of the sixLeenth will arrive to save thee!

5. Be faithful as hitherto, keep to the holy sentences of the Bible, pray for thy liberation, and then chant thy national hymns.

when thy mountains reëcho the thunder of the cannons of thy liberators! God be with you, dear comrades and fellow-sufferers! The angels of God and of liberty be with you. You may still be proud, fo to conquer the rebels ! The whole civilized world has admired you as heroes, and the cause of the heroic nations will be supported by the freest of the free nations on earth!

the lion of Europe had to be aroused

6. God be with thee, sacred soil! drenched with the blood of so many of thy noble sons! Preserve these sacred spots, that they may give evidence before the world for you, before the people, that will come to your succor! God be with thee, young King of the Magyars, forget not that thy nation has not elected thee! There lives in me still the hope that a day will come, on which you will see the confirmation of the word— if it even be on the ruins of Buda! The blessing of the Almighty, my dear nation, rest upon thee, Believe - Love— and Hope!

LESSON XLII.

PULPIT ELOQUENCE.

MRS. WELBY.

1. THE day was declining — the breeze in its glee
Had left the fair blossoms to sing on the sea,

As the sun in its gorgeousness, radiant and still,
Dropped down like a gem from the brow of the hill,

One tremulous star in the glory of June

Came out with a smile and sat down by the moon,

As she graced her blue throne with the pride of a queen: The smiles of her loveliness gladdened the scene.

2. The scene was enchanting! in distance away

Rolled the foam-crested waves of the Chesapeake Bay,