Since weeping I forsook thy fond em

brace.

Oh say, successful dost thou still oppose Thy leaden ægis 'gainst our ancient foes? Still stretch, tenacious of thy right divine,

The massy sceptre o'er thy slumb'ring line?

And dews Lethean through the land dis

pense

To steep in slumbers each benighted sense?

If any spark of wit's delusive ray
Break out and flash a momentary day,
With damp, cold touch forbid it to aspire,
And huddle up in fogs the dang'rous
fire.

Oh say-she hears me not, but, care-
less grown,

Lethargic nods upon her ebon throne. Goddess! awake, arise! alas, my fears! Can powers immortal feel the force of years?

Not thus of old, with ensigns wide unfurl'd,

She rode triumphant o'er the vanquish'd

world;

Fierce nations owned her unresisted

might,

And all was ignorance and all was night. Oh! sacred age! Oh! times forever

lost!

(The schoolman's glory, and the churchman's boast.)

Forever gone-yet still to fancy new, Her rapid wings the transient scene pursue,

And bring the buried ages back to view.

High on her car behold the grandam

ride

Like old Sesostris with barbaric pride; *** a team of harness'd monarchs

bend

THE ALLIANCE OF EDUCATION

AND GOVERNMENT.

A Fragment.

ESSAY I.

Πόταγ ̓, ὦ 'γαθέ· τὰν γὰρ ἀοιδὰν

Οὔτι πα εἰς ̓Αίδαν γε τὸν ἐκλελάθοντα φυλαξεις.

THEOCRITUS, Id. i. 63.

As sickly plants betray a niggard earth, Whose barren bosom starves her generous birth,

Nor genial warmth, nor genial juice re

tains,

Their roots to feed, and fill their vacant

veins :

And as in climes, where Winter holds his reign,

The soil, though fertile, will not teem in vain,

Forbids her gems to swell, her shades

to rise,

Nor trusts her blossoms to the churlish

skies :

So draw mankind in vain the vital airs, Unform'd, unfriended, by those kindly

cares,

That health and vigor to the soul impart, Spread the young thought, and warm the opening heart :

So fond Instruction on the growing pow

ers

Of nature idly lavishes her stores,
If equal Justice with unclouded face
Smile not indulgent on the rising race,
And scatter with a free, though frugal
hand,

Light golden showers of plenty o'er the land:

But Tyranny has fix'd her empire there, To check their tender hopes with chilling

fear,

And blast the blooming promise of the year.

This spacious animated scene survey, From where the rolling orb, that gives the day,

His sable sons with nearer course surrounds

To either pole, and life's remotest bounds,

How rude soe'er th' exterior form we

find,

Howe'er opinion tinge the varied mind, Alike to all, the kind, impartial heav'n The sparks of truth and happiness has giv'n :

With sense to feel, with memory to retain,

They follow pleasure, and they fly from

pain;

Their judgment mends the plan their fancy draws,

The event presages, and explores the

cause;

The soft returns of gratitude they know, By fraud elude, by force repel the foe; While mutual wishes, mutual woes endear

The social smile, the sympathetic tear. Say, then, through ages by what fate confined