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, for the lion of Europe had to be aroused 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! 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-Loveand Hope! LESSON XLII. PULPIT ELOQUENCE. MRS. WELBY. 1. THE day was declining the breeze in its glee 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: 2. The scene was enchanting! in distance away Rolled the foam-crested waves of the Chesapeake Bay, While bathing in moonlight the village was seen And the earth in her beauty, forgetting to grieve, 3. A light-hearted child, I had wandered away From the spot where my footsteps had gamboled all day; 4. As I traced its green windings, a murmur of prayer 5. In stature majestic, apart from the throng He stood in his beauty, the theme of my song! 6. Such language as his may I never recall, And the souls of a thousand in ecstacy hung On the manna-like sweetness that dropped from his tongue. Not alone on the ear his wild eloquence stole, Enforced by each gesture, it sunk to the soul, Till it seemed that an angel had brightened the sod, 7. He spoke of the Savior—what pictures he drew! The darkness that mantled the earth as a pall; The garland of thorns and the demon-like crews Who knelt as they scoffed Him, "Hail King of the Jews!" 8. He spoke, and it seemed that his statue like form Expanded and glowed as his spirit grew warm; His tone so impassioned so melting his air, - As touched with compassion, he ended in prayer; own, 9. O God! what emotions the speaker awoke A mortal he seemed - yet a deity spoke; A man- - yet so far from humanity riven; On earth yet so closely connected with heaven; 10. There's a charm in delivery, a magical art, That thrills like a kiss from the lip to the heart; 'Tis the glance, the expression, the well chosen word, Oh such was the charm of that eloquent one! 11. The time is long past, yet how clearly defined The light like a halo encircling his hair, As I catch the same accents of sweetness and love, 13. How sweet to my heart is the picture I've traced! As the scent to the rose, are those memories to me; Round the chords of my heart they have tremblingly clung, sung. LESSON XLIII. TRAGIC FATE OF ELIZA. DARWIN. 1. Now stood Eliza on the wood crowned height, 2. A ball now hisses through the airy tides, (Some fury wings it, and some demon guides,) Parts the fine locks, her graceful head that deck, Wounds her fair ear and sinks into her neck; The red stream issuing from her azure veins, Dyes her white vail, her ivory bosom stains. "Ah me!" she cried, and sinking on the ground, Kissed her dear babes regardless of the wound. 3. "Oh, cease not yet to beat, thou vital urn! Wait, gushing life, oh, wait my love's return! Hoarse barks the wolf, the vulture screams from far! The angel, pity, shuns the walks of war! |