his illustrious coadjutor, read the fate and interests of nations, as with a second sight, and scented the first breath of tyranny in the passing gale; whose love of liberty, like his, was inflexible, universal, supreme; whose devotion to their common country, like his, never faltered in the worst, and never wearied in the best of times; whose public services ended but with life, carrying the long line of their illumination over sixty years; whose last thoughts exhibited the ruling passion of the heart, enthusiasm in the cause of education; whose last breathing committed his soul to God, and his offspring to his country.

7. Yes; ADAMS and JEFFERSON are gone from us forever,— gone, as a sunbeam to revisit its native skies,-gone, as this mortal to put on immortality. Of them, of each of them, every American may exclaim,

"Ne'er to the chambers, where the mighty rest,

Since their foundation, came a nobler guest,

Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed

A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade."

8. We may not mourn over the departure of such men. We should rather hail it as a kind dispensation of Providence to affect our hearts with new and livelier gratitude. They were not cut off in the blossom of their days, while yet the vigor of manhood flushed their cheeks, and the harvest of glory was ungathered. They fell, not as martyrs fall, seeing only in dim perspective, the salvation of their country.

9. They lived to enjoy the blessings earned by their labors, and to realize all which their fondest hopes had desired. The infirmities of life stole slowly and silently upon them, leaving still behind a cheerful serenity of mind. In peace, in the bosom of domestic affection, in the hallowed reverence of their countrymen, in the full possession of their faculties, they wore out the last remains of life, without a fear to cloud, with scarcely a sorrow to disturb its close.

10. The joyful day of our jubilee came over them with its refreshing influence. To them, indeed, it was "a great and good day." The morning sun shone with softened luster on

their closing eyes. Its evening beams played lightly on their brows, calm in all the dignity of death. Their spirits escaped from these frail tenements without a struggle or a groan. Their death was gentle as an infant's sleep.

It was a long, lingering twilight, melting into the softest shade.

11. Fortunate men, so to have lived, and so to have died. Fortunate, to have gone, hand in hand, in the deeds of the Revolution. Fortunate, in the generous rivalry of middle life. Fortunate, in deserving and receiving the highest honors of their country. Fortunate, in old age to have rekindled their friendship with a holier flame. Fortunate, to have passed through the dark valley of the shadow of death together. Fortunate, to be indissolubly united in the memory and affections of their countrymen. Fortunate, above all, in an immortality of virtuous fame, on which history may with severe simplicity write the dying encomium of Pericles,-"No citizen, through their means, ever put on mourning."

12. ADAMS and JEFFERSON are no more. As human beings, indeed, they are no more. They are no more, as in 1776, bold and fearless advocates of independence; no more, as on subsequent periods, the head of the government; no more, as we have recently seen them, aged and venerable objects of admiration and regard. They are no more. They are dead. But how little is there of the great and good, which can die! To their country they yet live, and live forever.

13. They live in all that perpetuates the remembrance of men on earth, in the recorded proofs of their own great actions, in the offspring of their intellect, in the deep engraved lines of public gratitude, and in the respect and homage of mankind. They live in their example; and they live, cmphatically, and will live in the influence which their lives and efforts, their principles and opinions, now exercise, and will continue to exercise, on the affairs of men, not only in their own country, but throughout the civilized world.

14. A superior and commanding intellect, a truly great man, when Heaven vouchsafes so rare a gift, is not a temporary flame,

burning bright for awhile, and then expiring, giving place to returning darkness. It is rather a spark of fervent heat, as well as radiant light, with power to enkindle the common mass of human mind; so that when it glimmers, in its own decay, and finally goes out in death, no night follows, but it leaves the world all light, all on fire, from the potent contact of its own spirit.

15. Bacon died; but the human understanding, roused by the touch of his miraculous wand to a perception of the true philosophy, and the just mode of inquiring after truth, has kept on its course successfully and gloriously. Newton died; yet the courses of the spheres are still known, and they yet move on in the orbits which he saw, and described for them in the infinity of space.

16. These suns, as they rose slowly and steadily, amidst clouds and storms, in their ascendant, so they have not rushed from their meridian to sink suddenly in the west. Like the mildness, the serenity, the continuing benignity of a summer's day, they have gone down with slow-descending, grateful, long-lingering light; and now that they are beyond the visible margin of the world, good omens cheer us from "the bright track of their fiery car!"-WEBSTER.

LESSON XCVIII.

THE GRAY FOREST EAGLE.

A. B. STREET.

1. WITH storm-daring pinion, and sun-gazing eye, The Gray Forest Eagle is king of the sky!

Oh, little he loves the green valley of flowers,

Where sunshine and song cheer the bright summer hours,
But the dark gloomy gorge, where down plunges the foam
Of the fierce, rocky torrent, he claims as his home;
There he blends his keen shriek with the roar of the flood,
And the many-voiced sounds of the blast-smitten wood.

2. A fitful red glaring, a low, rumbling jar,

Proclaim the Storm-Demon, yet raging afar;

The black cloud strides upward, the lightning more red,
And the roll of the thunder, more deep and more dread;
The Gray Forest Eagle, where, where has he sped?
Does he shrink to his eyry, and shiver with dread?
Docs the glare blind his eyes? Has the terrible blast
On the wing of the Sky-King a fear-fetter cast?

3. O, no; the brave Eagle! he thinks not of fright;
The wrath of the tempest but rouses delight;
To the flash of the lightning his eye casts a gleam,
To the shrick of the wild blast he echoes his scream;
And with front, like a warrior that speeds to the fray,
And a clapping of pinions, he's up and away!
Away, O away, soars the fearless and free!
What recks he the sky's strife?-its monarch is he!
The lightning darts round him,--undaunted his sight;
The blast sweeps against him,-unwavered his flight;
High upward, still upward he wheels, till his form
Is lost in the dark scowling gloom of the storm.
4. The tempest glides o'er with its terrible train,
And the splendor of sunshine is glowing again;
And, full on the form of the tempest in flight,
The rainbow's magnificence gladdens the sight!
The Gray Forest Eagle! O, where is he now,

While the sky wears the smile of its God on its brow?
There's a dark, floating spot by yon cloud's pearly wreath,—
With the speed of the arrow 'tis shooting beneath;

Down, nearer, and nearer, it draws to the gaze,
Now over the rainbow, now blent with its blaze;

'Tis the Eagle,—the Gray Forest Eagle !—once more
He sweeps to his eyry,--his journey is o'er!

Time whirls round his circle, his years roll away,
But the Gray Forest Eagle minds little his sway;

The child spurns its buds for youth's thorn-hidden bloom,
Seeks manhood's bright phantoms, finds age and a tomb;
But the Eagle's eye dims not, his wing is unbowed,
Still drinks he the sunshine, still scales he the cloud.

6. An emblem of Freedom, stern, haughty, and high,
Is the Gray Forest Eagle, that king of the sky!
When his shadows steal black o'er the empires of kings,
Deep terror, deep, heart-shaking terror, he brings;
Where wicked oppression is armed for the weak,
There rustles his pinion, there echoes his shriek;
His eye flames with vengeance, he sweeps on his way,
And his talons are bathed in the blood of his prey.
7. O, that Eagle of Freedom! when cloud upon cloud
Swathed the sky of my own native land with a shroud,
When lightnings gleamed fiercely, and thunder-bolts rung,
How proud to the tempest those pinions were flung!

Though the wild blast of battle rushed fierce through the air
With darkness and dread, still the Eagle was there;
Unquailing, still speeding, his swift flight was on,
Till the rainbow of Peace crownea the victory won.
8. O, that Eagle of Freedom! age dims not his eye,
He has seen earth's mortality spring, bloom, and die!
He has seen the strong nations rise, flourish, and fall;
He mocks at time's changes, he triumphs o'er all;
He has seen our own land with wild forests o'erspread;
He sees it with sunshine and joy on its head;
And his presence will bless this his own chosen clime,
Till the Archangel's fiat is set upon Time.

LESSON XCIX.

INSIGNIFICANCE OF THE EARTH.

CHALMERS.

1. THOUGH the earth were to be burned up, though the trumpet of its dissolution were sounded, though yon sky were to pass away as a scroll, and every visible glory which the finger of the Divinity has inscribed upon it, were extinguished forever,—an event so awful to us, and to every world in our vicinity, by which so many suns would be extinguished, and so many varied scenes of life and population would rush into