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compared to nothing but a ship at fea, deprived of fails, rodder, compass, and exposed to the billows and hurricanes of the boisterous deep.

9. With it, we have a most substantial foundation laid, on which we can erect a superb building, for public and private utility: with it, we can conduct the

ship of Itate, and regale ourselves under the tree of liberty; and unshackle ourselves from ignorance, which is the origin of feuds and animosities in free states.

Do not the arts, and sciences, in every kingdom, participate to a great degree the fate of its language? rise and flourish, or link into disrepute, as the latter is cultivated or neglected ? How dear then ought the honor of the English language to be to every American !

And as grammar is the solid foundation on which all other science rets, and as all human inquiry is divided into science and language; and further, as under the latter, fall the ideas and subjects of the didactic style, oratory, poetry, painting, and sculpture, judge ye, if it ought to be left to young gentlemen to form their style by chance, or to begin the study of their mother tongue, at a time of life which calls them forth to action.

12. Your who are entrusted with the education of our youth, and you, who superintend our schools, have a glori. ous and joyful prospect before you, a poble opportunity in. deed of doing much good to mankind; of conftituting real merit, and securing the warmest returns of gratitude, by perfecting the flower of our youth, in speaking ard writing that language, in which alone they must act the part of their fathers, serve their country, and become the mouths of the people.

13. You will not fail, my beloved countrymen, to afford your children this distinguishing, this necessáry, this all important education, by which you will, in a short time, nurse up a race of freemen, to the honor and never fading glory of our country:

14. America will then increase in wealth, in commerce, agriculture and manufactures; will as far surpass all other nations on the globe, in virtue, learning and abilities; and will as much distinguish herself for humanity, nobleness of senumcpt, attachment to government, and love of liberty,


thoufands of years, has been truly verifinias been put fot

as the towering cedar among the trees of the wood, or the ixn in the presence of the Itars.

1; All nations will look up unto her, call her blessed, and say, “In her, which

; wliether a no tion can be governed, and yet be fiee."


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An elderly Hottentot in the service of a Christianis

upper part of Sunday river on the Cambdebo lide, perceived a lion following him at a great diftance for two hours together. Thence he naturally concluded; that the lion only waited for the approach of darkness, in order to make him a prey ;' and in the mean time, could not expect any other than to serve for this fierce animal's fupper; inasmuch as he had no other weapon of defence than a stick, and knew that he could not get home before it was dark.

2. But as he was well acquainted with the nature of the liort, and the manner of its seizing upon its prey; and at the fame time had leisure to ruminate on the ways and means in which it was most likely that his existence would Be terminated, he ar length hit on a method of faring his life.

3. For this purpose, instead of making the best of his way home, he looked out for a precipice ; and, setting himfélf down on the edge of it, found to his great joy, that the lion likewise made a balt, and kept at the same distance as before.

4. As soon as it grew dark, the Hottentot sliding a little forwards, let himself down below the upper edge of the precipice upon some projecting part or cleft of the rock, where he could just keep himself from falling. But in order to cheat the lion still more, he fet his hat and cloak on the stick, making with it a gentle motion just over his head, a little way from the edge of the precipice.

5. This crafty expedient had the desired success. He did not stay long in that situation, before the lion came


creeping softly towards him like a cat, and, mistaking the skin-coat for the Hottentot himfelf, took his leap with such exactness and precifion, as to fall headlong down the precipice, and was dathed in pieces.



Criß. ,

ELL me, Gustavas, tell me why is this,
That, as a stream diverted fron the banks
Of smooth -obedience, thou hast drawn those men
Upon a dry unchannell'd enterprize,
To turn their inundation ? Are the lives
Of my misguided people held so light,
That thus thou’dst push them on the keen rebuke
Of guarded majesty'; where justice waits
All awful and refistless, to affert
Th' impervious rights, the fancticade of kings;
And blast rebellion ?

Guft. Justice, fanctitude,
And rights ! O, patience ! Rights! what rights, thou tyrant?
Yes, if perdition be the rule of power,
If wrongs give right, O then, fupreme in mischief,
Thou wert the lord, che monarch of the world !
Too narrow for thy claim. But if thou think'st
That crowns are vilely propertied, like coin,
To be the means, the specialty of luft,
And sensual attribution; if thou think?
That empire is of titled birth or blood ;
That nature, in the proud behalf of one,
Shall disenfranchise all her lordly race,
And bow her general issue to the yoke
Of private domination; then, thou proud one,
Here know me for thy king. Howe'er, be told
Not claim hereditary, not the truft
Of frank election,
Not ev'n the high anointing hand of Heaven,
Can authorse oppreslion, give a law-
For lawless pow's, wed faith to violation,

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On reason build misrule, or justly bind
Allegiance to injustice. Tyranny
Absolves all faith ; and who invades our rights,
Howe'er his own commence, can never be
But an usurper. But for thee, for thee
There is no name. Thou hast abjur'd mankind,
Dash'd safety from thy bleak, unfocial fide,
And wag'd wild war with universal nature.':

Crift. Licentious traitor ! thou canst talk it largely:
Who made thee upire of the riglıts of kings,
And pow'r, .prime attribute ; as on thy tongue
The poise of battle lay, and arms of force,
To throw defiance in the front of duty ?
Look round, unruly boy !. thy battle comes
Like raw, disjointed, must'ring, feeble wrath,
A war of water3; borne against a rock
Of our firm continent, to fume, and chafe,
And shiver in the toil.

Guft. Mistaken man !le
I come empower'd and strengthen'd in thy weakness;
For though the structure of a tyrant's throne
Rise on the necks of half the suff'ring world,
Fear trembles in the cement; pray’rs, and tears,
And secret curses, fap its mould'ring base,

teal the pillars of allegiance from it ; T'hen lef a single arm but dare the sway, Headlong it turns, and drives upon destruction.

Crist. Profane, and alien to the love of Heaven!
Art thou still harden'd to the wrath divine,
That hangs o'er thy rebellion ? Know'st thou not.
Thou art at enmity with grace, cast out,
Made an anathema, a curse enroll'd
Among the faithful, thou and thy adherents,
Shorn from our holy church, and offer'd up
As sacred to perdition?

Guft. Yes, I know,
When such as thou, with facrilegious hand,
Seize on the apostolic key of heaven,
It then becomes a tool for crafty knaves r'
To shut our yirtue, and unfold those gates
That. Heaven itself had bárr'd against the lusts

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of voice of lambs
Of avarice and ambition. Soft and fweet,
As looks of charity,
That bleat upon the mountain, are the words
Of christian meeknefs ! mission all divine !
The law of love, fole mandate. But your gall,
Ye Swedish prelacy, your gall hath turn'd
The words of sweet but undigefted peace,
To wrath and bitterness. Ye hallow'd men,
In whom vice fanctifies, whose precepts teach
Zeal without truth, religion without virtue.
Sack'd towns and midnight howlings, through the realmz
Receive your fan&tion. O, 'tis glorious mischief!
When vice turns holy, puts religion ong,
Affumes the robe pontifical, the eye.
Of faintly elevation, blefieth lin,
And makes the seal of sweet offended Heaven
A sign of blood.

. No more of this.
Gustavus, would'st thou yet return to grace, .
And hold thy motions in the sphere of duty,
Acceptance might be found.

Gust. Imperial spoiler!
Give me my father, give me back my kindred,
Give me the fathers of ten thousand orphans,
Give me the fons in whoin thy ruthless sword
Has left our widows childless. Mine they were,
Both mine and every Swede's, whose patriot breast
Bleeds in his country's woundings. O, thou canst not !
Thou hast outfinn'd all reckoning! Give me then
My all that's left, my gentle mother there,
And spare yon little trembler,

Crist. Yes, on terms.
Of compact aod submissionon?

Guft. Ha! with thee !
Compact with thee! and mean'st thoa for my country,
For Sweden? No, fo hold my heart but firm,
Although it wring for't, though blood drop for tears,
And at the fight my straining eyes start forth-
They both shall perish fift.



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