thank you, that you have not despaired of resurrection and liberty!

It is not in vain that nature-and nature is God-made Hungary a neighbor to Poland and Poland a neighbor to Hungary. Our enemies are the same, and our cause is identical. The much I feel, the little I may know, and all I can -my heart, my brain, my arm-shall be with Poland. I may be nothing, but Hungary is much. And it is the genius of Hungary which assures you through my lips, that Hungary will stand by reviving Poland.-Louis Kossuth.

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RIENZI'S LAST APPEAL TO THE ROMANS.

YE come, then, once again! Come ye as slaves or freemen? A handful of armed men are in your walls! will ye, who chased from your gates the haughtiest knights-the most practiced battle-men of Rome, succumb now to one hundred and fifty hirelings and strangers? Will you arm for your tribune? you are silent! be it so! Will you arm your own liberties-your own Rome? silent still! By the saints that reign on the throne of the heathen gods, are ye thus fallen from your birthright? Have you no arms for your own defence? Romans, hear me! Have I wronged. you? if so, by your hands let me die; and then, with knives yet reeking with my blood, go forward against the robber who is but the herald of your slavery; and I die honored, grateful, and avenged. You weep! Aye, and I could weep, too-that I should live to speak of liberty in vain to Romans. Weep! is this an hour for tears? Weep now, and your tears shall ripen harvests of crime, and license, and despotism, to come! Romans, arm; follow me, at once, to the Place of the Colonna: expel this ruffian Minorbino, expel your enemy; (no matter what afterwards you do to me,)or, I abandon you to your fate. What! and is it ye who forsake me, for whose cause alone man dares to hurl against me the thunders of his God, in this act of excommunication? Is it not for you that I am declared heretic and rebel? What are my imputed crimes? That I have made Rome, and asserted Italy to be free! that I have subdued the proud magnates, who were the scourge both of pope and people! And you-you upbraid me with what I have dared and done for you! Men, with you I would have fought, for you I would have perished. You forsake yourselves in forsaking me; and, since I no longer rule over brave men, I resign my

power to the tyrants you prefer. Seven months I have ruled over you, prosperous in commerce, stainless in justice, victorious in the field: I have shown you what Rome could be; and since I abdicate the government ye gave me, when I am gone, strike for your own freedom! It matters nothing who is the chief of a brave and great people. Prove that Rome hath many a Rienzi, but of brighter fortunes. Heed me: I ride with these faithful few through the quarter of the Colonna, before the fortress of your foe. Three times before that fortress shall my trumpet sound; if at the third blast ye come not, armed as befits you, I say not all, but three, but two, but one hundred of ye, I break up my wand of office, and the world shall say one hundred and fifty robbers quelled the soul of Rome, and crushed her magistrate and her laws. Sir E. Bulwer Lytton.

KING HAROLD'S SPEECH TO HIS ARMY BEFORE THE BATTLE OF HASTINGS.

THIS day, O friends and Englishmen, sons of our common land, this day, ye fight for liberty. The count of the Normans hath, I know, a mighty army; I disguise not its strength. That army he hath collected together by promising to each man a share in the spoils of England. Already, in his court and his camp, he hath parcelled out the lands of this kingdom; and fierce are the robbers that fight for the hope of plunder! But he can not offer to his greatest chief boons nobler than those I offer to my meanest freeman-liberty, and right, and law, on the soil of his fathers! Ye have heard of the miseries endured, in the old time, under the Dane; but they were slight indeed to those which ye may expect from the Norman. The Dane was kindred to us in language and in law, and who now can tell Saxon from Dane? But yon men would rule ye in a language ye know not; by a law that claims the crown as the right of the sword, and divides the land among the hirelings of an army. We baptized the Dane, and the church tamed his fierce end into peace; but yon men make the church itself their ally, and march to carnage under the banner profaned to the foulest of human wrongs! Offscourings of all nations, they come against you; ye fight as brothers under the eyes of your fathers and chosen chiefs; ye fight for the women we would save; ye fight for the children ye would guard from eternal bondage; ye fight for the altars which yon banner

now darkens! Foreign priest is a tyrant as ruthless and stern as ye shall find foreign baron and king! Let no man dream of retreat; every inch of ground that ye yield is the soil of your native land. For me, on this field I peril all. Think that mine eye is upon you, wherever ye are. If a line waver or shrink, ye shall hear in the midst the voice of your king. Hold fast to your ranks. Remember, such among you as fought with me against Hardrada-remember that it was not till the Norsemen lost, by rash sallies, their serried array, that our arms prevailed against them. Be warned by their fatal error, break not the form of the battle; and I tell you, on the faith of a soldier, who never yet hath left field without victory, that ye can not be beaten. While I speak, the winds swell the sails of the Norse ships, bearing home the corpse of Hardrada. Accomplish, this day, the last triumph of England; add to these hills a new mount of the conquered dead! And when in far times and strange lands, scald and scop shall praise the brave man for some valiant deed, wrought in some holy cause, they shall say, "He was brave as those who fought by the side of Harold, and swept from the sward of England the hosts of the haughty Norman."-Sir E. Bulwer Lytton.

CONSOLATIONS OF RELIGION.

WHAT is it, O child of sorrow, what is it that now wrings thy heart, and bends thee in sadness to the ground? Whatever it be, if thou knowest the truth, the truth shall give thee relief. Have the terrors of guilt taken hold of thee? Dost thou go all the day long, mourning for thy iniquities, refusing to be comforted? And, in thy bed at night, do visions of remorse disturb thy rest, and haunt thee with the fears of a judgment to come? Behold, the Redeemer hath borne thy sins in his own body on the tree; and if thou art willing to forsake them, thou knowest, with certainty, that they shall not be remembered in the judgment against thee.

Hast thou, with weeping eyes, committed to the grave the child of thy affections, the virtuous friend of thy youth, or the tender partner whose pious attachment lightened thy load of life? Behold, they are not dead! Thou knowest that they live in a better region, with their Saviour and their God; that still thou holdest thy place in their remembrance; and that thou shalt soon meet them again, to part no more. Dost thou look forward with trembling to the days of

darkness-when thou shalt lie on the bed of sickness-when thy pulse shall have become low-when the cold damps have gathered on thy brow-when the mournful looks of thy attendants have told thee that the hour of thy departure has come? To the mere natural man, this scene is awful and alarming. But, if thou art a Christian, if thou knowest and obeyest the truth, thou shalt fear no evil. The shadows which hang over the Valley of Death, shall retire at thy approach; and thou shalt see beyond it the spirits of the just, and an innumerable company of angels-the future companions of thy bliss-bending from their thrones to cheer thy departing soul, and to welcome thee into everlasting habitations.-Finlayson.

MAN AN UNPROFITABLE SERVANT.

WHAT merit can there be in human works? If you give much alms, whose is the money? "The silver is mine, and the gold is mine, saith the Lord of Hosts." If you mortify the body, whose are the macerated limbs? If you put sackcloth on the soul, whose is the chastened spirit? If you be moral, and honest, and friendly, and generous, and patriotic, whose are the dispositions which you exercise-whose the powers, to which you give culture and scope? And if you use only God's gifts, can that be meritorious? You may say, "Yes-it is meritorious to use them aright, whilst others abuse them." But, is it wickedness to abuse? Then, it can only be duty to use aright; and duty will be merit when debt is donation. You may bestow a fortune in charity, but the wealth is already the Lord's. You may cultivate the virtues which adorn and sweeten human life; but the employed powers are the Lord's. You may give time and strength to the enterprises of philanthropy; each moment is the Lord's, each sinew is the Lord's. You may be upright in every dealing of trade, scrupulously honorable in all the intercourses of life; but, "a just weight and balance are the Lord's, all the weights of the bag are His work." And where, then, is the merit of works? Oh, throw into one heap each power of the mind, each energy of the body; use, in God's service, each grain of your substance, each second of your time, give to the Almighty, every throb of the pulse, every drawing of the breath; labor, and strive, and be instant in season and out of season; and let the steepness of the mountain daunt you not, and the swellings of the ocean

deter you not, and the ruggedness of the desert appal you not; but, on! still on, in toiling for your Maker! and dream, and talk, and boast of merit, when you can find that particle in the heap, or that shred in the exploit, which you may exclude from the confession-" All things come of Thee, and of thine own, O God, have I given Thee."-Melville.

PREACHING CHRIST IN THE METROPOLIS.

ALL the causes which conspired to build up cities in the day of St. Paul, to make them powerful as the agents of civilization, or splendid as its exponents, are now operating, remember, with greater energy, celerity, and extensiveness; and are coming to their result in towns more brilliant, and more influential, and hardly less vicious, than those in which his ministry was performed. Take this metropolis in illustration of the truth. Where the narrow Mediterranean spread forth before Antioch, there stretches before us the expanse of an ocean, to the men of that century terrible and unsearchable, but which, in all its coasts and islands, in the coral reefs that rise through it, in even the sunken rocks which it enfolds, is now known to navigation. And not this only there spreads forth also, connected with this, that other mightier and less turbulent sea which heaves its tides across three-sevenths of the circumference of the globe, and washes the shores to which the arms of Antigonus or Antiochus, of Augustus himself, had never sent a single rumor. All the world is thus opened to that out-running enterprise which here has its seat. Every fourth day through the year there come to us voices from the whole area of the inhabited earth. The political, commercial, and social influences which here are established, send abroad in reply their powerful impression.

We have the most marvellous apparatus of instruments with which to assist and to consummate these tendencies. Instead of the few and timorous boats which tardily descended from Antioch by the Orontes, till they tremulously tossed on the Mediterranean, there go from us with every morning those statelier ships that shall wrestle with seas and wildest winds, and from the contest come out unharmed; there go those almost animated ships, more tireless and swift than the old triumphal chariots of the games, within which pants that swarthy giant who rears so much of all that is proudest, and moves so ceaselessly all that is swiftest, in our