4. Oh! with what pride I used 5. Ye know the jutting cliff, round which a track And I have thought of other lands, where storms Are summer flaws to those of mine, and just Have wished me there-the thought that mine was free, Has checked that wish, and I have raised my head, Blow on! this is the land of liberty! LESSON C. FUGITIVES FROM JUSTICE. H. W. BEECHER, 1. WITH such solemn convictions, no law, impious, infidel to God and humanity, shall have respect or observance at our hands. We desire no collision with it. We shall not rashly dash upon it. We shall not attempt a rescue, nor interrupt the officers, if they do not interrupt us. We prefer to labor peaceably for its early repeal, meanwhile saving from its merciless jaws as many victims as we can. But in those provisions which respect aid to fugitives, may God do so to us, yea and more also, if we do not spurn it as we would any other mandate of Satan. 2. If, in God's providence, fugitives ask bread or shelter, raiment or conveyance, at our hands, my own children shall lack bread before they; my own flesh shall sting with cold ere they shall lack raiment. I will both shelter them, conceal them, or speed their flight; and while under ny shelter or under my convoy, they shall be to me as my own flesh and blood; and whatever defense I would put forth for my own children, that shall these poor, despised, and persecuted creatures have in my house or upon the road. 3. The man who shall betray a fellow creature to bondage, who shall obey this law to the peril of his soul, and to the loss of his manhood, were he prother, son, or father, shall never pollute my hand with the grasp of hideous friendship, or cast his swarthy shadow across my threshold! For such service to those whose helplessness and poverty make them peculiarly God's children, I shall cheerfully take the pains and penalties of this bill. Bonds and fines shall be honors; imprisonment and sufering will be passports to fame not long to linger. LESSON CI. THE GROVES GOD'S FIRST TEMPLES. BRYANT. Ere man learned 1. THE groves were God's first temples. 2. 3. That, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks, that, high in heaven, Ah! why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore, Only among the crowd, and under roofs, That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, Offer one hymn; thrice happy, if it find Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns; thou Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun 4. Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, Communion with his Maker. Here, are seen No traces of man's pomp, or pride; no silks The boast of our vain race, to change the form 5. My heart is awed within me, when I think 6. Lo! all grow old, and die: but see again, Oh! there is not lost One of earth's charms: upon her bosom yet, After the flight of untold centuries, 7. There have been holy men, who hid themselves 8. Less aged than the hoary trees and rocks Around them; and there have been holy men, Retire, and, in thy presence, reässure The passions, at thy plainer footsteps shrink, O God! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The swift, dark whirlwind, that uproots the woods, And drowns the villages; when, at thy call, Uprises the great deep, and throws himself |