saying that it brought the scene vividly before his mind.

He loved to repeat it to his friends, and pausing, to impress upon their

minds, the beautiful

word pictures of the

poet.

"The stag at eve had

drunk his fill,

Where danced the moon

on Monon's rill,

And deep his midnight lair had made

In lone Glenartney's

hazel-shade.

And when the sun, his beacon red

Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head,

The deep mouthed bloodhound's heavy bay Resounded up the rocky

way,

And faint from farther

distance borne,

Were heard the clang of hoof and horn.
As chief who hears his warder call

To arms! the foemen storm the wall!'
The antlered monarch of the waste
Sprung from his heathery couch in haste.
But, ere his fleet career he took,

The dew drops from his flank he shook;
Like crested leader, proud and high,
Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky;
A moment gazed adown the dale-
A moment snuffed the tainted gale-
A moment listened to the cry,

That thickened as the chase drew nigh;

Then, as the headmost foes appeared,

With one brave bound, the copse he cleared,

And stretching forward, free and far

Sought the wild heaths of Uam-var."

Mr. Webster had also a high appreciation of the sublimity of Bibical poetry. "The Hebrew poets," said he, "borrowed a great deal of their imagery from common life, and to have invested familiar subjects with the greatest dignity is a commendation, I should say, peculiar to them.

"Homer who has attempted the same, and not without success, still falls far below the sacred writers in boldness and sublimity. What other writer, indeed, in ancient or modern times would have dared, or daring could have succeeded, in conveying a shadow or outline of this glorious delineation of imagery taken from the wine press?"

"Who is this that cometh from Edom?

"With garments deeply dyed from Bozrah?
This, that is magnificent in his apparel;
Marching on in the greatness of his strength?"

“I,the announcer of righteousness,mighty to save.”

"Wherefore is thine apparel red?

"And thy garments, as one that treadeth the wine vat?
"I have trodden the wine press alone;

And of the people, there was none to help me."

No one who ever heard Daniel Webster repeat, with his deep and sympathetic intonation, this announcement from Isaiah, in relation to the coming of the Messiah, will ever forget his rendering of the sublime passage.

"I have met with men in my time," he said, "who

were accounted' scholars-who knew Homer by heart, recited Pindar, were at home with Eschylus, and petted Horace who could not understand Isaiah, Moses or the Royal Poet. Why is this? Why, in cultivating profane poetry should they neglect sacred-so far superior in original force, sublimity, and truth to nature?

"The Book of Job is a complete epic, only instead of wars and combatants, we have arguments and orators. Its action is entire and complete, as the unity of the work demands; or as Aristotle expresses it, it has a beginning, middle, and end.

"The middle of this epic, corresponding with that portion of the Iliad which describes the various contests between the Greeks and Trojans, is the sustained, and at times irate controversy between Job and his friendsperhaps the greatest visitation of Providence upon him.

"Isaiah may be occasionally more sublime, and David superior in tenderness and variety of style; but the author of Job in force, and fidelity of description is unrivaled. The dignity of his imagery, and his elevated diction are worthy of his theme."

"I read often, and always with increased pleasure," said Mr. Webster, the prayer of Habakkuk as it is called; It may properly be denominated an ode, and has been accounted one of the best specimens of its class.”

"God came from Teman

The Holy One from Mount Paran.
His glory covered the heavens,
The earth was full of his praise.
Before him rushed the pestilence

And burning coals went forth at his feet.

"He stood and measured the earth;
He beheld, and drove asunder the nations.
The everlasting mountains are scattered,
The perpetual hills did bow their heads.
I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction;
The curtains of the land of Midian trembled.
The mountains saw thee and trembled;

The overflowing of the water passed by.

The deep uttered his voice,

And lifted up his hands on high.

The sun and moon stood still in their habitation

At the light of thine arrows they went,

At the shining of thy glittering spear."

"The Hebrew poets have this advantage, that in the awful dignity of their subject, they not only immeasureably surpass all other authors, but go beyond the confines of human genius. They celebrate the praises and the power of the Holy One, under the influence of direct inspiration, and thus become the organs through which His greatness, and justice, and immensity, reach our apprehension."

"And what," continued Mr. Webster, "can be more beautiful, more expressive than the closing lines of this ode?

"Although the fig tree shall not blossom,
Neither shall fruit be in the vines;

The labor of the olive shall fail,

And the fields shall yield no meat;

The flock shall be cut off from the fold,
And there shall be no herd in the stalls;
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,

I will joy in the God of my salvation."

"The cadence of the sentiment and the arrangement of the words are wholly poetical. Without doubt, they

were composed originally in verse, or measured numbers; but having lost the ancient pronunciation of the Hebrew language, we cannot ascertain satisfactorily the nature of Hebrew verse.

'The labor of the olive'-what an energetic simile! As if the olive, of its own accord supplied or withheld its fruit; as if it had volition and powers inherent in itself. 'The fields shall yield no meat.'

"How much more forcible and poetic than if he had said "The fields shall yield no produce, no crop, or return.'

"The whole ode or 'prayer' indeed is full of vivid images, embellishing and strengthening the earnest ideas they illustrate."-From "Social Hours of Daniel Webster' in Harper's Monthly.

EXTRACTS FROM SPEECHES BY DANIEL WEBSTER.

THE GREEK REVOLUTION.

From the speech delivered when Mr. Webster was fortytwo years of age:

"I am not of those who would, in the hour of the utmost peril, withhold such encouragement as might be properly and lawfully given, and when the crisis should be passed, overwhelm the rescued sufferer with kindness and caresses.

"The Greeks address the civilized world with a pathos not easy to be resisted. They invoke our favor by more moving considerations than can well belong to the condition of any other people. They stretch out their arms to the Christian communities of the earth, beseeching them, by a generous recollection of their ancestors, by the consideration of their own desolated cities and villages, by their wives and children sold into an accursed slavery,-by their own blood, which they seem willing to pour out like waterby the common faith, and in the name which unites all Christians, that they would extend to them, at least, some token of compassionate regard.”