Feebler, yet subtler. He shall weave his snares,
And spring them on thy careless steps, and clap
His wither'd hands, and from their ambush call
His hordes to fall upon thee. He shall send
Quaint maskers, forms of fair and gallant mien,
To catch thy gaze, and, uttering graceful words,
To charm thy ear; while his sly imps, by stealth,
Twine round thee threads of steel, light thread on thread,
That grow to fetters; or bind down thy arms
With chains conceal'd in chaplets. Oh! not yet
May'st thou unbrace thy corslet, or lay by
Thy sword! nor yet, O Freedom! close thy lids
In slumber; for thine enemy never sleeps;
And thou must watch and combat, till the day

Of the new Earth and Heaven. But would'st thou rest
A while from tumult and the frauds of men,

These old and friendly solitudes invite

Thy visit. They, while yet the forest trees the inviolated Earth,

Were young upon

And yet the moss-stains on the rock were new,
Beheld thy glorious childhood, and rejoiced.

LESSON CXVIII.

Charade on the Name of the Poet Campbell.-W. M. PRAED.

COME from my First, ay, come!

The battle dawn is nigh:

And the screaming trump and the thund'ring drum

Are calling thee to die!

Fight as thy father fought,

Fall as thy father fell

Thy task is taught, thy shroud is wrought:

So forward! and farewell!

Toll ye, my Second! toll!

Fling high the flambeau's light,

And sing the hymn of a parted soul,

Beneath the silent night!

The wreath upon his head,

The cross upon his breast,—

Let the prayer be said, and the tear be shed: So-take him to his rest!

Call ye my Whole, ay, call

The lord of lute, and lay! And let him greet the sable pall With a noble song to-day: Go, call him by his name,

No fitter hand may crave,

To light the flame of a soldier's fame,
On the turf of a soldier's grave!

LESSON CXIX.

Confidence in God.-ADDISON.

How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord!
How sure is their defence !
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help-omnipotence.

In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,

Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt
And breathed in tainted air.

Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil,
Made every region please;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,
And smoothed the Tyrrhene seas.

Think, O my soul! devoutly think,
How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide-extended deep
In all its horrors rise!

Confusion dwelt in every face,

And fear in every heart,

When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs,
O'ercame the pilot's art!

Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord!
Thy mercy set me free:

While, in the confidence of prayer,
My soul took hold on thee.

For though in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,

I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

The storm was laid, the winds retired,
Obedient to thy will;

The sea that roar'd at thy command,
At thy command was still.

In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

My life-if thou preserve my life-
Thy sacrifice shall be ;

And death-if death must be my doom-
Shall join my soul to thee.

LESSON CXX.

To One in Affliction.-J. MONTGOMERY.

LIFT up thine eyes, afflicted soul!
From earth lift up thine eyes,
Though dark the evening shadows roll,
And daylight beauty dies;

One

sun is set a thousand more Their rounds of glory run,

Where science leads thee to explore

In every star a sun.

Thus when some long-loved comfort ends, And nature would despair,

Faith to the heaven of heaven ascends,

And meets ten thousand there;

First faint and small, then clear and bright,
They gladden all the gloom,

And stars that seem but points of light,
The rank of suns assume.

LESSON CXXI.

Exhortation against Subjection to Foreign Influence.-GEO. WASHINGTON.

AGAINST the insidious wiles of foreign influence, (I conjure you to believe me, fellow-citizens,) the jealousy of a free people ought to be constantly awake; since history and experience prove, that foreign influence is one of the most baneful foes of republican government. But that jealousy, to be useful, must be impartial; else it becomes the instrument of the very influence to be avoided, instead of a defence against it. Excessive partiality for one foreign nation, and excessive dislike of another, cause those whom they actuate, to see danger only on one side; and serve to veil and even second the arts of influence on the other. Real patriots, who may resist the intrigues of the favourite, are liable to become suspected and odious; while its tools and dupes usurp the applause and confidence of the people, to surrender their interests.

The great rule of conduct for us, in regard to foreign nations is, in extending our commercial relations, to have with them as little political connection as possible. So far as we have already formed engagements, let them be fulfilled with perfect good faith. Here let us stop.

Europe has a set of primary interests, which to us have none, or a very remote relation. Hence she must be engaged in frequent controversies, the causes of which are essentially foreign to our concerns. Hence, therefore, it must be unwise in us to implicate ourselves, by artificial ties, in the ordinary vicissitudes of her politics, or the ordinary combinations and collisions of her friendships or enmities.

Our detached and distant situation invites and enables us to pursue a different course. If we remain one people,

under an efficient government, the period is not far off, when we may defy material injury from external annoyance; when we may take such an attitude as will cause the neutrality we may at any time resolve upon, to be scrupulously respected; when belligerent nations, under the impossibility of making acquisitions upon us, will not lightly hazard the giving us provocation; when we may choose peace or war, as our interest, guided by justice, shall counsel.

Why forego the advantages of so peculiar a situation? Why quit our own, to stand upon foreign ground? Why, by interweaving our destiny with that of any part of Europe, entangle our peace and prosperity in the toils of European ambition, rivalship, interest, humour, or caprice?

LESSON CXXII.

Adams and Jefferson.-W. WIRT.

JEFFERSON and Adams were great men by nature. Not great and eccentric minds," shot madly from their spheres" to affright the world and scatter pestilence in their course; but minds whose strong and steady light, restrained within their proper orbits by the happy poise of their characters, came to cheer and to gladden a world that had been buried for ages in political night. They were heaven-called avengers of degraded man. They came to lift him to the station for which God had formed him, and to put to flight those idiot superstitions with which tyrants had contrived to enthral his reason and his liberty.

And that Being who had sent them upon this mission, had fitted them, pre-eminently, for his glorious work. He filled their hearts with a love of country which burned strong within them, even in death. He gave them a power of understanding which no sophistry could baffle, no art elude; and a moral heroism which no dangers could appal. Careless of themselves, reckless of all personal consequences, trampling under foot that petty ambition of office and honour which constitutes the master passion of little minds, they bent all their mighty powers to the task