Where storms and lightning, from that huge gray wall,
Have tumbled down vast blocks, and at the base
Dashed them in fragments, and to lay thine ear
Over the dizzy depth, and hear the sound
Of winds, that struggle with the woods below,
Come up like ocean murmurs'; but the scene
Is lovely round; a beautiful river there
Wanders amid the fresh and fertile meads:
The paradise he made unto himself;
Mining the soil of ages.

Philosophy, indeed, on Grecian eyes

Had poured the day, and cleared the Roman skies;
In other climes, perhaps, creative art,

With power surpassing theirs, performed her part;
Might give more life to marble, or might fill

The glowing tablets with a juster skill;
Might shine in fable, and grace idle themes
With all the embroidery of poetic dreams:
'Twas theirs alone to dive into the plan
That truth and mercy had revealed to man.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun,
When first on this delightful land he speeds
His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on.
Of grateful evening mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train;
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower
Glistering with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon
Or glittering starlight, without thee, is sweet.

Though hotly pursued', he escaped.

Though they soon discovered their mistake, the mischief was done.

Though we, or an angel from heaven, preach any other gospel unto you than that we have preached unto you', let him be accursed. In freedom, as in most things, the ancient nations made surprisingly near approaches to the truth', yet for want of some one great principle or instrument, came utterly short of it in practice.

Some of them ventured boldly to sea, and possessed an aptitude for commerce, yet for want of the mariner's compass, they could not navigate distant oceans, but crept for ages along the shores of the Mediterranean.

Though I would most willingly have continued a gratified listener, my engagements to you, gentlemen of the Adelphic Union, require that I should trespass for a short time upon the patience of the audience, even at this late hour, with the utterance of some thoughts on that subject which, upon an anniversary like this, may be regarded as the only peculiarly appropriate topic of discourse.

Though the blood of a Wallace had failed to purchase freedcm for his country, and the conquest of Scotland had added glory to the triumphs of an Edward; though the short-lived flame which burst from the enthusiasm of a Cromwell had served only to render still darker the succeeding political obscuration; though the vices of a Stuart had, like the pestilential soil of Egypt, produced their swarms of devouring locusts, gilded with titles of nobility; the battles of Saratoga, Monmouth and Yorktown, proclaimed in language not to be misunderstood, that all men are born equal; that the right to govern, must be based upon the will of the governed; and that, in this country, no distinctions can be tolerated, save those which flow from merit and ability.

Rightly is it said,
That man descends into the vale of years';
Yet have I thought that we might also speak,
And not presumptuously, I trust, of age

As of a final eminence.

The gay will laugh
When thou art gone'; the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will choose
His favorite phantom'; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employment, and shall come
And make their bed with thee.

Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men
And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen,
And mingle among the jostling crowd,

Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud;

I often come to this quiet place,

To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face

And gaze upon thee in silent dream.

Take the wings

Of the morning, and the Barcan desert pierce;
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,

Save his own dashing; 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.

Though you untie the winds and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up;

Though bladed corn be lodged, and trees blown down;
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
To their foundations; though the treasure
Of nature's germs do tumble all together
Even till destruction sicken; answer me
To what I ask you.

When he rose', every sound was hushed.

When you

look into the Bible', you see holiness and purity its great characteristics.

When it speaks of God', it represents him as the greatest and holiest being in the universe.

When it speaks of man', it speaks of his primitive integrity with approbation, and of his subsequent apostacy and sinfulness, with pity and abhorrence.

When my spirit shall be wafted to a more friendly port'; when my shade shall have joined the bands of those martyred heroes who have shed their blood on the scaffold and in the field'; this is my hope.

When this mental disease, for so it may be called without a metaphor, seizes irrecoverably upon the thoughts of the retiring, the sensitive and timid lover of books and meditation', his capacity for useful exertion is ended: he is thenceforward doomed to lead a life of fretful restlessness, alternated with querulous dejection.

When the great Earl of Chatham first made his appearance in the House of Commons, and began to astonish and transport the British Parliament and British nation by the boldness, the force and range of his thoughts, and the celestial fire and pathos of his eloquence; it is well known that the minister Walpole, and his brother Horace, from motives very easily understood, exerted all their wit, all their oratory, all their acquirements of every description, sustained and enforced by the unfeeling insolence of office, to heave a mountain on his gigantic genius, and hide it from the world.

When in this almost prodigal waste of life, we perceive that every being, from the puny insect which flutters in the evening ray, from the lichen which the eye can easily distinguish on the moldering rock, from the fungus that springs up and reanimates the mass of

dead and decomposing substances; that every living form possesses a structure as perfect in its sphere, an organization sometimes as complex, always as truly and completely adapted to its purposes and modes of existence, as that of the most perfect animal: when we discover them all to be governed by laws as definite, as immutable, as those which regulate the planetary movements; great must be our admiration of the wisdom which has arranged, and the power which has perfected this stupendous fabric.

When, however, we consider the wonderful connection and interdependence of all knowledge, made more and more manifest by every day's advance in science, so as almost to prove by an accumulation of particular examples the sublime hypothesis of the old philosophy, "that by a circuit of deduction, all truth out of any truth may be concluded;" when we reflect how singularly adapted the various parts of knowledge are to the individual tastes and character of different men, so as to seize and draw them as with an irresistible mental magnetism to their several studies; we cannot, I think, doubt that all that is most valuable in science or literature, will find votaries among us, who, not content to make such studies the amusements of their leisure, or to devote a life of monastic gloom to their solitary worship, will make or find for them a fit application.

When he breathes his master-lay

Of Alloway's witch-haunted wall',
All passions in our frames of clay,
Come thronging at his call.

When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch
On the tired household of corporal sense,
And fancy, keeping unreluctant watch,
Was free her choicest favors to dispense;
I saw in wondrous perspective displayed,
A landscape more august than happiest skill
Of pencil, ever clothed with light and shade.
When thoughts

Of the last bitter hour come 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, under the open sky, and list

To nature's teachings.

When to the common rest that crowns our days,
Called in the noon of life, the good man goes',
Or full of years, and ripe in wisdom lays

His silver temples in their last repose';

When o'er the buds of youth, the death-wind blows
And blights the fairest'; when our bitterest tears
Stream, as the eyes of all that loved us, close';
We think on what they were, and leave the coming years.

When man and nature mourned their first decay;
When every form of death and every woe
Shot from malignant stars to earth below;
When murder bared his arm, and rampant war
Yoked the red dragons of his iron car;

When peace and mercy, banished from the plain
Sprung on the viewless winds to heaven again;
All, all forsook the friendless guilty mind,

But hope, the charmer, lingered still behind.
Where thou goest', I will go.

They could not fairly pretend to reap', where they had not sowed.

Where a correspondence cannot be obtained', it is necessary to be content with something equivalent.

Where a community is limited in number, and forms one great patriarchal family, as in an Indian tribe, the injury of an individual is the injury of the whole.

Where men speak affection in the strongest terms, and dislike in the faintest, it is a comical mixture of incidents to see disguises thrown aside in the one case, and increased on the other, according as favor or disgrace attended the respective objects of men's approbation or disesteem.

Where the demands for competent ability are so pressing, and the temptations to employ that ability in such occupations as bring with them instant rewards are so great, it is quite certain that but few will be found inclined to spend their lives in studies which have no interest for others, and no perceptible bearing on private or public good.

Where high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands';
A great High Priest our nature wears':
Our friend and advocate appears.

And where his willing waves yon bright blue bay
Sends up to kiss his decorated brim,

And cradles, in his soft embrace, the gay
Young group of grassy islands born of him,
And, crowding nigh, or in the distance dim,
Lifts the white throng of sails that bear or bring