at once. this hill. And this is the true secret of the movements on I will not attempt to describe the battle. The cannonading-the landing of the British-their advance-the coolness with which the charge was met-the repulsethe second attack-the second repulse-the burning of Charlestown-and, finally, the closing assault, and the slow retreat of the Americans-the history of all these is familiar. But the consequences of the battle of Bunker Hill are greater than those of any conflict between the hostile armies of European powers. It was the first great battle of the Revolution; and not only the first blow, but the blow which determined the contest. It did not, indeed, put an end to the war, but in the then existing hostile feeling, the difficulties could only be referred to the arbitration of the sword. And one thing is certain; that after the New England troops had shown themselves able to face and repulse the regulars, it was decided that peace could never be established but upon the basis of the independence of the colonies. When the sun of that day went down, the event of independence was certain! Washington heard of the battle, he inquired if the militia had stood the fire of the regulars? And when told that they had not only stood the fire, but reserved their own till the enemy was within eight rods, and then poured it in with tremendous effect-" Then," exclaimed he, "the liberties of the country are safe!" When LESSON LXIV. Lochinvar.-WALTER SCOTT. none Он, young Lochinvar is come out of the west! He stayed not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; So, boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall, So stately his form, and so lovely her face, One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, near; So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow!" quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan; Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran; There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lea, Lochinvar ? LESSON LXV. The Little Admiral.-THOMAS MOORE. WHEN Love, who ruled as Admiral o'er Aloft the wingéd sailors sprung, And, swarming up the mast like bees, The chase was o'er-the bark was caught- "A prize, a prize, my Cupids all!" Safe stow'd in many a package there, "Glass," Were lots of all th' illegal ware Love's Custom House forbids to pass. "O'erhaul, o'erhaul, my Cupids all!" Said Love, the little Admiral. False curls they found, of every hue, Mock sighs, too,-kept in bags for use, When wanted, in young spinsters' ears. 'Ha, ha! ha, ha! my Cupids all !" Said Love, the little Admiral. False papers next on board were found, But meant for Hymen's golden marts. "For shame! for shame! my Cupids all !" Said Love, the little Admiral. Nay, still to every fraud awake, Those pirates, all Love's signals, knew, And hoisted oft his flag, to make Rich wards and heiresses bring-to.* "This must not be," the boy exclaims,- Each Cupid stood with lighted match- • "TO BRING-To, to check the course of a ship."-FALCONER. LESSON LXVI. Fulton and His Invention.-MR. JUSTICE STORY. I MYSELF have heard the illustrious inventor of the steamboat relate, in an animated and affecting manner, the history of his labours and discouragements. When, said he, I was building my first steamboat at New York, the project was viewed by the public, either with indifference or with contempt, as a visionary scheme. My friends, indeed, were civil, but they were shy. They listened with patience to my explanations, but with a settled cast of incredulity on their countenances. I felt the full force of the lamentation of the poet, "Truths would you teach, to save a sinking land, As I had occasion to pass daily to and from the building yard, while my boat was in progress, I have often loitered unknown near the idle groups of strangers, gathering in little circles, and heard various inquiries as to the object of this new vehicle. The language was uniformly that of scorn, or sneer, or ridicule. The loud laugh often rose at my expense; the dry jest, the wise calculation of losses and expenditures, the dull but endless repetition of the "Fulton Folly." Never did a single encouraging remark, a bright hope, or a warm wish, cross my path. Silence itself was but politeness, veiling its doubts, or hiding its reproaches. At length the day arrived, when the experiment was to be put into operation. To me it was a most trying and interesting occasion. I invited many friends to go on board, to witness the first successful trip. Many of them did me the favour to attend, as a matter of personal respect; but it was manifest that they did it with reluctance, fearing to be the partners of my mortification, and not of my triumph. I was well aware, that, in my case, there were many reasons to doubt of my own success. The machinery was new and ill-made; many parts of it were constructed by mechanics unaccustomed to such work; and unexpected difficulties might reasonably be presumed to present themselves from other causes. |