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COUNTRY - PATRIOTISM.

4. Gay sprightly land of mirth and social joy!

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

5. The wandering mariner, whose eye explores
The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores,
Views not a realm so beautiful and fair,
Nor breathes the fragrance of a purer air;

In every clime the magnet of his soul,
Touch'd by remembrance, trembles to that pole.

6. Then said the mother to her son,
And pointed to his shield;-

"Come with it, when the battle's done,
Or on it, from the field."

7. Breathes there a man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said-
This is my own-my native land!

J. MONTGOMERY.

R. MONTGOMERY.

SCOTT's Last Minstrel.

8. Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious and free,
First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea,
I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow,
But oh! could I love thee more deeply than now?

MOORE.

9. Carolina, Carolina! Heaven's blessings attend her!
While we live we will cherish, and love, and defend her.
Tho' the scorner may sneer at, and witlings defame her,
Our hearts swell with gladness whenever we name her!
JUDGE GASTON.

10. Let Spain boast the treasures that grow in her mines;
Let Gallia rejoice in her olives and vines;
In bright sparkling jewels let India prevail,
With her odours Arabia perfume every gale :-
"T is Columbia alone that can boast of the soil
Where the fair fruits of virtue and liberty smile.

11. Our bosoms with rapture beat high at thy name,

Thy health is our transport-our triumph thy fame;

Like our sires, with our swords we 'll support thy renown;
What they bought with their blood we 'll defend with our own.

12. On, on to the just and glorious strife,

With your swords your freedom shielding;
Nay, resign, if it must be so, even life,

But die at least, unyielding!

13. Sweet clime of my kindred, blest land of my birth!
The fairest, the dearest, the brightest on earth!
Where'er I may roam-howe'er blest I may be,
My spirit instinctively turns unto thee!

14. Oh heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!
Is there no arm on high to shield the brave?
Yet, though destruction sweep those lovely plains,
Rise, fellow-men! our country yet remains!
By that dread name, we wave the sword on high,
And swear with her to live with her to die!

CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope.

15. Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And freedom shriek'd, as Kosciusko fell!

16.

CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope.

They never fail who die

In a great cause: the block may soak their gore,
Their heads may sodden in the sun; their limbs
Be strung to city gates or castle walls;-
But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years
Elapse, and others share as dark a doom,

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They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts
Which overspread all others, and conduct

The world at last to freedom.

BYRON'S Marino Faliero.

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COUNTRY-PATRIOTISM.

17. Snatch from the ashes of your sires
The embers of their former fires,
And he, who in the strife expires,
Will add to theirs a name of fear,
That tyranny will quake to hear!

BYRON'S Giaour.

18. The Niobe of Nations! there she stands,
Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe;
An empty urn within her wither'd hands,
Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago.

19.

-While the tree

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

Of freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf,
Even for thy tomb a garland let it be.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

20. Yes, honour decks the turf that wraps their clay..

21. Who, all unbrib'd, on freedom's ramparts stand, Faithful and true, bright wardens of the land.

CHARLES SPRAGUE.

22. England! with all thy faults, I love thee still.

COWPER.

23. When a patriot falls, must he fall in the battle,
Where the cannon's loud roar is his only death-rattle?
There's a warfare where none but the morally brave
Stand nobly and firmly, their country to save.
"Tis the war of opinion, where few can be found,
On the mountain of principle, guarding the ground,

With vigilant eyes ever watching the foes

Who are prowling around them, and aiming their blows.

24. And they who for their country die,

Shall fill an honour'd grave;
For glory lights the soldier's tomb,
And beauty weeps the brave.

MRS. DANA.

J. R. DRAKE.

25. They love their land because it is their own,
And scorn to give aught other reason why;

Would shake hands with a king upon his throne,
And think it kindness to his Majesty.

FITZ-GREEN HALLECK.

26. Strike-till the last arm'd foe expires;
Strike for your altars and your fires;
Strike for the green graves of your sires,
God, and your native and!

FITZ-GREEN HALLECK.

27. Yes, it is dear-fair Southern clime
Of genial suns and hearts sincere ;
And we will cherish it till Time
Shall end, at last, our life's career.

J. T. WATSON.

COUNTRY LIFE.-(See RURAL SCENES.)

COURAGE. (See BRAVERY.)

COURTIER-PARASITE.

1, Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried,
What hell it is in suing long to bide;
To lose good days, that might be better spent,
To waste long nights in pensive discontent;
To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;
To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow ;-
To fawn, to crouch, to wait, to ride, to run,
To spend, to give, to want, to be undone ;-
Unhappy wight, born to disastrous end,
That doth his life in so long tendance spend.

SPENSER'S Mother Hubbard's Tale.

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2.

COURTIER-PARASITE.

These can lie,

Flatter, and swear, deprave, inform,

Smile and betray; make guilty men; then beg
The forfeit lives, to get the livings; cut

Men's throats with whisperings; sell to gaping suitors
The empty smoke that flies about a palace.

3. I have been told, virtue in courtiers' hearts Suffers an ostracism, and departs.

BEN JONSON.

DR. DONNE.

4. True courtiers should be modest, and not nice; Bold, but not impudent; pleasure love, not vicę.

5.

Poor wretches, that depend

CHAPMAN.

On greatness' favour, dream as I have done;
Wake and find nothing.

SHAKSPEARE.

6. The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Whom I have soon to weed and pluck away.

SHAKSPEARE.

7.

I hardly yet have learn'd

Tinsinuate, flatter, bow, and bend the knee.

8. Those, that go up hill, use to bow

Their bodies forward, and stoop low,

To poise themselves; and sometimes creep
When th' way is difficult and steep:

So those at court, that do address

By low, ignoble offices,

Can stoop at any thing that's base,

To wriggle into trust and grace,
Are like to rise to greatness sooner
Than those that go by worth and honour.

SHAKSPEARE.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

9. See how he sets his countenance for deceit,

And promises a lie before he speaks.

DRYDEN.

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