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22. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,

This pleasing, anxious being e'er resign'd:
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,

Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? 23. On some fond breast the parting soul relies:

Some pious drops the closing eye requires : E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. 24. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonor'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, If, chance, by lonely contemplation led,

Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, 25. Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,

"Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn,
Brushing, with hasty step, the dews away,
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
26. There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech,

That wreathes its old, fantastic roots so high,
His listless length, at noontide would he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that bubbles by.
27. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,

Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove:
Now, drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn,

Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. 28. One morn, I miss'd him on the accustom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree :

Another came; nor yet beside the rill,

Nor up the lawn, nor at the woods was he.

29. The next, with dirges due, in sad array,

Slow through the church-yard path, we saw him borne. Approach, and read (for thou canst read) the lay, 'Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."

THE EPITAPH.

30. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,

A youth to Fortune, and to Fame, unknown:
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
31. Large was his bounty, and his soul, sincere :
Heaven did a recompense as largely send :

He gave to Mis'ry all he had,-a tear:

He gain'd from Heav'n-'t was all he wish'd-a friend.

32. No further seek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode :
(There they alike in trembling hope repose,)
The bosom of his Father, and his God.

CIX.-AN EVENING ADVENTURE.

1. Not long since a gentleman was travelling in one of the counties of Virginia, and about the close of the day stopped at a public house to obtain refreshment and spend the night. He had been there but a short time, before an old man alighted from his gig, with the apparent intention of becoming his fellow guest at the same house. As the old man drove up, he observed that both the shafts of his gig were broken, and. that they were held together by withes, formed from the bark of a hickory sapling. Our traveller observed further, that he was plainly clad, that his knee-buckles were loosened, and that something like negligence pervaded his dress. Conceiving him to be one of the honest yeomanry of our land, the courtesies of strangers passed between them, and they entered the tavern. It was about the same time, that an addition of three or four young gentlemen was made to their number: most, if not all of them, of the legal profession.

2. As soon as they became conveniently accommodated, the conversation was turned, by one of the latter, upon the eloquent harangue which had that day been displayed at the bar. It was replied by the other, that he had witnessed, the same day, a degree of eloquence, no doubt equal, but it was from the pulpit. Something like a sarcastic rejoinder was made as to the eloquence of the pulpit, and a warm and able altercation ensued, in which the merits of the Christian religion became the subject of discussion. From six o'clock until eleven, the young champions wielded the sword of argument, adducing with ingenuity and ability every thing that could be said and con.

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3. During this protracted period, the old gentleman listened with the meekness and modesty of a child, as if he was adding new information to the stores of his own mind; or perhaps he was observing with a philosophic eye, the faculties of the youthful mind, and how new energies are evolved by repeated action; or perhaps, with patriotic emotion, he was reflecting upon the future destinies of his country, and on the rising generation, upon whom those future destinies must devolve; or, most probably, with a sentiment of moral and religious feeling, he was collecting an argument which no art would be "able to elude, and no force to resist." Our traveller remained a spectator, and took no part in what was said.

4. At last, one of the young men, remarking that it was impossible to combat with long and established prejudices, wheeled around, and with some familiarity, exclaimed, "Well, my old gentleman, what think you of these things?" If, said the traveller, a streak of vivid lightning had at that moment crossed the room, their amazement could not have been greater than it was from what followed. The most eloquent and unanswerable appeal that he had ever heard or read was made for nearly an hour, by the old gentleman. So perfect was his recollection, that every argument .urged against the Christian religion, was met in the order in which it was advanced. Hume's sophistry on the subject of miracles, was, if possible, more perfectly answered, than it had already been done by Campbell. And in the whole lecture there was so much. simplicity and energy, pathos and sublimity, that not another word was uttered.

5. An attempt to describe it, said the traveller, would be an attempt to paint the sunbeams. It was now a matter of curiosity and inquiry, who the old gentleman was. The traveller concluded that it was the preacher from whom the pulpit eloquence was heard; but no,-it was JOHN MARSHALL, the CHIEF JUSTICE OF THE UNITED STATES.

CX.-THREE DAYS IN THE LIFE OF COLUMBUS.

DELAVIGNE.

1. ON the deck stood Columbus: the ocean's expanse,
Untried and unlimited, swept by his glance.
"Back to Spain!" cry his men : "Put the vessel about!
We venture no further through danger and doubt."-
"Three days, and I give you a world!" he replied:
"Bear up, my brave comrades ;-three days shall decide."
He sails, but no token of land is in sight:

He sails, but the day shows no more than the night :
On, onward he sails, while in vain o'er the lee
The lead is plunged down through a fathomless sea.

2. The pilot, in silence, leans mournfully o'er

The rudder which creaks mid the billowy roar:
He hears the hoarse moan of the spray-driving blast,
And its funeral wail through the shrouds of the mast.
The stars of far Europe have sunk from the skies,
And the great Southern Cross meets his terrified eyes;
But, at length, the slow dawn, softly streaking the night,
Illumes the blue vault with its faint crimson light.

"Columbus! 'tis day, and the darkness is o'er."—

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Day! and what dost thou see?"—"Sky and ocean.

No more!"

3. The second day's past, and Columbus is sleeping,
While Mutiny near him its vigil is keeping:
"Shall he perish?"-"Ay! death!" is the barbarous cry;
"He must triumph to-morrow, or, perjured, must die!"
Ungrateful and blind !—shall the world-linking sea,

He traced for the Future, his sepulchre be?

Shall that sea, on the morrow, with pitiless waves,

Fling his corse on that shore which his patient eye craves?
The corse of an humble adventurer, then :

One day later,-Columbus, the first among men !

4. But, hush! he is dreaming!—A veil on the inain,
At the distant horizon, is parted in twain,

And now, on his dreaming eye,-rapturous sight!-
Fresh bursts the New World from the darkness of night!
O, vision of glory! how dazzling it seems!
How glistens the verdure! how sparkle the streams!
How blue the far mountains! how glad the green isles;
And the earth and the ocean, how dimpled with smiles:
"Joy! joy!" cries Columbus, "this region is mine ! ”—
Ah! not e'en its name, wondrous dreamer, is thine!

5. But, lo! his dream changes;—a vision less bright
Comes to darken and banish that scene of delight.
The gold-seeking Spaniards, a merciless band,
Assail the meek natives, and ravage the land.
He sees the fair palace, the temple on fire,

And the peaceful Cazique, 'mid their ashes expire:
He sees, too,-0, saddest! O, mournfullest sight!-
The crucifix gleam in the thick of the fight.
More terrible far than the merciless steel
Is the upifted cross in the red hand of Zeal!

6. Again the dream changes. Columbus looks forth,
And a bright constellation beholds in the North.
"Tis the herald of empire! A People appear,
Impatient of wrong, and unconscious of fear!
They level the forest: they ransack the seas:
Each zone finds their canvas unfurled to the breeze.
"Hold!" Tyranny cries; but their resolute breath
Sends back the reply, "INDEPENDENCE OR DEATH!"
The ploughshare they turn to a weapon of might,
And, defying all odds, they go forth to the fight.

7. They have conquered! The People, with grateful acclaim Look to Washington's guidance from Washington's fame ;Behold Cincinnatus and Cato combined

In his patriot heart and republican mind.

O, type of true manhood! What sceptre or crown
But fades in the light of thy simple renown?
And lo! by the side of the Hero, a Sage,

In Freedom's behalf, sets his mark on the age:
Whom Science adoringly hails, while he wrings

The lightning from Heaven, the sceptre from kings!

8. At length, o'er Columbus slow consciousness breaks,—
"Land! land!" cry the sailors; land! land!"-he awakes-

He runs,-yes! behold it !-it blesseth his sight:
The land! O, dear spectacle! transport! delight!
O, generous sobs, which he cannot restrain !

What will Ferdinand say? and the Future? and Spain?
He will lay this fair land at the foot of the Throne:
His King will repay all the ills he has known:

In exchange for a world what are honors and gains?
Or a crown? But how is he rewarded?-with chains!

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