just lighting for a moment his care-worn features, at the thought of the prize he has snatched from the grasp of a proud and exulting enemy?

Why

Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect

God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore

Only among the crowd, and under roofs

That our frail hands have raised?

And who was she, in virgin prime,
And May of womanhood,
Whose roses here, unplucked by time,
In shadowy tints have stood,

While many a Winter's withering blast
Hath o'er the dark cold chamber past,
In which her once resplendent form
Slumbers to dust beneath the storm?

What can be worse

Than to dwell here, driven out from bliss, condemned

In this abhorred deep to utter woe,

Where pain of unextinguishable fire

Must exercise us without hope of end;

The vassals of his anger, when the scourge

Inexorable, and the torturing hour

Call us to penance?

Several Indefinite Interrogatives Requiring Successive

Falling Slide.

Why should we suspend our resistance, why should we submit to an authority like this, if we have the right and superior force on our side?

Why recur to any presumption for the purpose of bringing the question to a settlement, when, upon this very topic, we are favored with an authoritative message from God; when an actual embassy has come from him, and that on the express errand of reconciliation;

when the records of this embassy have been collected into a volume within the reach of all who will stretch forth their hand to it; when the obvious expedient of consulting the record is before us?

Why was the French Revolution so bloody and destructive; why was our revolution of 1641 comparatively mild; why was our revolution of 1688 milder still; why was the American Revolution, considered as an internal movement, the mildest of all?

Where can you find such an assemblage of high virtues and of great events, as concurred at the death of Christ? where so many testimonials given to the dignity of the dying person by earth and heaven?

What fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness? and what concord hath Christ with Belial? or what part hath he that believeth with an infidel? and what agreement hath the temple of God with idols?

What was it that moved and held us, the three hundred reckless, childish boys, who feared the doctor with all our hearts, and very little besides in heaven or earth; who thought more of our sets in the school than of the church of Christ, and put the traditions of Rugby and the public opinion of boys in our daily life above the laws of God?

Who is he, so ignorant of the history of liberty, at home and abroad: who is he, yet dwelling in his contemplations among the middle ages; who is he, from whose bosom all original infusion of American spirit. has become so entirely evaporated and exhaled, as that he shall put into the mouth of the President of the United States the doctrine that the defence of liberty naturally results to executive power, and is its peculiar duty? Who is he, that, generous and confiding towards

power where it is most dangerous, and jealous only of those who can restrain it; who is he, that, reversing the order of the State, and upheaving the base, would poise the pyramid of the political system upon its apex? Who is he, that, overlooking with contempt the guardianship of the representatives of the people, and with equal contempt the higher guardianship of the people themselves; who is he that declares to us, through the President's lips, that the security for freedom rests in Executive Authority? Who is he that belies the blood, and libels the fame, of his own ancestors by declaring that they, with solemnity of form and force of manner, have invoked the Executive Power to come to the protection of liberty? Who is he that thus charges them with the insanity, or the recklessness, of putting the lamb beneath the lion's paw?

Wherefore rejoice? what conquest brings he home?
What tributaries follow him to Rome

To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?

Why should I mingle in Fashion's full herd?
Why crouch to her leaders, or cringe to her rules?
Why bend to the proud, or applaud the absurd?
Why search for delight in the friendship of fools?

Why did Wolsey, near the steeps of fate,
On weak foundations raise the enormous weight?
Why, but to sink beneath misfortune's blow

With louder ruin to the gulf below?

What gave great Villiers to the assassin's knife,

And fixed disease on Harley's closing life?

What murdered Wentworth, and what exiled Hyde,
By kings protected and to kings allied?

Who in such a night will dare

To tempt the wilderness?

And who 'mid thunder-peals can hear

Our signal of distress?

Why is the crowd so great to-day;

And why do the people shout "Huzza!”
And why is yonder felon given

.Alone to feed the birds of heaven?

What need we any spur but our own cause
To prick us to redress; what other bond
Than secret Romans that have spoke the word,
And will not palter; and what other oath
Than honesty to honesty engaged

That this shall be, or we will fall for it?

Interrogatives, with Or Disjunctive.

Was it fancy, or was it fact?

Is it lawful to give tribute to Cæsar, or not?
Shall I release unto you Barabbas, or Jesus?

Do you question me as an honest man should do, for my simple, true judgment? or would you have me speak after my custom as a professed tyrant of the sex?

Is there nothing that whispers to that right honorable gentleman, that the crisis is too big, that the times are too gigantic, to be ruled by the little hackneyed and everyday means of ordinary corruption; or are we to believe that he has within himself a conscious feeling that disqualifies him from rebuking the ill-timed selfishness of his new allies?

Was it a wailing bird of the gloom,

Which shrieks on the house of woe all night;
Or a shivering fiend that flew to a tomb?

Wilt thou fly

With laughing Autumn to the Atlantic isles,
And range with him the Hesperian fields, and see,
Where'er his fingers touch the fruitful grain,
The branches shoot with gold; where'er his step
Marks the glad soil, the tender clusters grow
With purple ripeness, and invest each hill
As with the blushes of the evening sky;

Or wilt thou rather stoop thy vagrant plume,

Where, gliding through his daughter's honored shades,
The smooth Peneus from his glassy flood
Reflects purpureal Tempe's pleasant scene?

Interrogatives, with Or Conjunctive.

Of what use is salt, if it has lost its savor; or of what use is the sword-blade, if it does not cut?

When saw we thee an-hungered, and fed thee; or thirsty, and gave thee drink?

Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee? Wilt thou trust him because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labor to him? Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich? Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?

But should these credulous infidels, after all, be in the right, and this pretended revelation be all a fable; from believing it, what harm could ensue? Would it render princes more tyrannical, or subjects more ungovernable, the rich more insolent, or the poor more disorderly? Would it make worse parents, or children; husbands, or wives; masters, or servants? friends, or neighbors? Or, would it not make men more virtuous, and, consequently, more happy, in every situation?