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In the following lines there is something extremely picturesque . Let them be read with a pensive, slow, and solemn mode of delivery.

SHOULD man be vain at this dread midnight hour,
When silence reigns, the heavens and earth would join
To chide his levity-this awful gloom
Should lift his soul on contemplation's wing,
Sedate and solemn as the closing day;
Howe'er his social hours each eve are cheer'd
With harmless pleasures, let each night, array'd
lo her dark sable habit, toll the bell
That wakes reflection; serious thoughts inspireş.
Say, can the soul, which hovers o'er the tomb
Each dreadful moment, choose a part more wise,
Than stealing from the giddy crowd each eve,
Fro:u the gay round cf folly, to reflect
On life's short date, its nearness to the grave ?
How soon eternity begins, how vast
The debt she has in cance!, ere her peace
Is siga'd in Heaven, which mercy scarce can siga !;
Her guilt how weighty, and how weak ver powert


The following lines, as well as the Ode in page 239, are commemmo rative of the immortal Washington, who was “For earth too good, to. Heaveu is flown, and left the world in tears.

How to read them with effect, may be at once conceived, by recollecting the feelings and the looks depicted upon the countenance of United America, when deploring the loss of the saviour of his country, and the fried of man.


THE whole Columbian thunder born to wield,
Great in the senate, splendid in the field;
In wisdom's ken, or battle s keenest flame,
Unrivall d in the brightest page of fame;
Nor hath the poet's muse e er wove i crown
qual to cur lov d WASHINGTON s renown.
Approving angels in ihe realms of light,
Who dip your pens in sun beams when


Assist our labouring minds, our efforts join
To paint the Man who did “ all hearts combine;">
Bould human powers perform as love inclines,
Wed write his name on every star that shines !.

Engrave his counsels on the living sky,
To be forever read by every eye!
While moving orbs their heavenly circles run,
His deeds should live, and travel with the sun,
To light all ages in the path of fiine,
Alture by virtue s charms in every clime,
Till GOD shail finish his terrestrial plan,
Aad stamp his own eternity sa Man.


THE TOWN AND COUNTRY CONTRASTED, ALTHOUGH true worth and virtue in the mild And genial soil of cultivated life Thrive most and may perhaps thrive only there, Yet not in cities oft: io proud, and gay, And gain devored cities. Thither flow, As to a common and most noisome sewer, The dregs and sediment of every land. In cities, foul examples on most minds, Begets its likenese. Rank abundance breeds In gross and pamper d ciiies sloth and lust, And wantonness, and glujtonçus excess. In cities, rice is hidden with most ease, Or seen witii least reproach; and virtue, taught By frequent lapse, can hope no triumph there Beyond th' achievement of successful flight. I do confess them nurs ries of the arts, In which they flourish most, where in the beams Of warm encourayement, and in the eye Of public note, they rcach their perfect size.

God made the country, and man made the towa, What wonder then, that health and virtue, gifts That can alone make sweet the biiter draught That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threaten d in :he fields and groves? Possess ye, therefore,


who, born about
In chariots and sedaus, know no fatigue
But that of idleness, and taste no scenes
But such as art contrives, possess ye still
Your element; there only can ye shine,
There only minds like yours can do no harm.
Our groves were planted to console ‘at noon
The peasive wand rer in their shades.

Ai eve
The moon-beanı, sliding softly iu between
The sleeping leaves, is all the light they wish :
Birds warbliay, all the music. We can spare
The splendour of your lamps ; they but eclipse
Our softer satellite. Your songs confound
Our more harmonious notes ; the thrush departe
Scar'd, and th offen ued nightingale is muto

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There is a public mischief in your mirth;
It plagues your country. Folly such as yours,
Grac d with a sword, aad worthier of a fan,
Has made, what enemies could ne er have done
Our arch of empire, stedfast but for you,
Amutilated structure, soon to fall.



WH, for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with every day s report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill do There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart: It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severd, as the flax That falls àsunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own! and, having power Tenforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. Lands intersected by a narrow frith, Abhor each other. "Mountains interpos’d, Make enemies of nations: who had else, Ifike kindred crops, been mingled into one. Thus man devo:es his brother, and destroys; And, worse than all, and most to be deplor d, As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that mercy, with a bleeding heart, Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast. Then what is man? And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not blush, And hang his head, to think himself a man? I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, Aud tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews, bought and sold, have ever earn No: dear as freedom is, and in my heart's Just estimation, prized above all price, I had much rather be myself the slave, And wear the bonds, than fas en them on him We have no slaves at home then why abroad And they, themselves, once ferry do er the wate That parts us, are emancipate and loos d. "New England has pre slaves. Her gir, so free

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To slavery is death. Convey them here,

They pine for liberty;" nu it their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, «nd their shackles fall.
That s noble, and bespeaks a nation proud
And jealous of cre blessing. Spread it then,
And let it circulate through every vein
Of all “the Union; that where “ Columuia 's" power
Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.



THE pulpit, therefore, (and I name it, fillid With solemn awe that bids me weil beware With what intent I touch that holy thing;) I say the pulpit (in the sober use Of its ligitimate, peculiar powers, Must stand acknowledg d, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support, and ornan.ent, of virtue s cause. There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated laws speaks out ** Its thunders; and by him, in strains 29 sweet As angels use the gospel whispers peace. He stablishes the strong, restores the weak, Reclaims the wanderer binds the broken heart, Ard, arm d himself in panoply complete Of heavenly temper, furnishes with arms, Bright as his own, and trains, by every rule Of holy discipline, to glorious war, The sacramental host of God select! Are all such teachers would to heaven all were ! But hark-the doctor s voice !--fast wedg'd between Two empirics he stands, and with swollen cheeks Inspires the news, his trumpet. Keener far. Than all invective is his bold harangue, While through that public organ of report: He hails the clergy; and, defying shame, Announces to the world his own and theirs : He teaches those to read, wliom schools dismiss'd, And colleges, untaught ; sells accent, tone, And emphasis, in score; and gives to prayer Th’adagio and andante it demands. He grinds divinity of other days Down into modern use; transforms old priot To zig-zag manuscript, and cheats the eyes Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.



I VRNERATE the man whose heart is warm,
Whose bands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life,
Coincident exhibit lucid proof
That he is houest in the sacred cause.
To such I render more than mere respect,
Whose actions say that they respect themselves.
But loose in murals, 29. iņ mor-Is vain,
in conversation frivolous, in cress
Extreme a: opce rapacious and profuse !
Frequunt in park with lady at his side,
Ampling dad prattling scandal as he gues;
Bui rare at home, and never at his books,
Or with his peu, save when he scrawis a card;
Constant at routs, familiar with a round
Of ladyships—a stranger to the poor ;
Ambitious of preferment for its zold,
And well prepar d, by ignorance and sloth,
By infidelity and love of the world,
To make Gods work a siniecure; a slave
To his owa plesures and his patron s pride;
From such Apostles, oh ye nitred heads,
Preserve me! and lay not careless hands
On skulls that canuot teach, and will not learn.

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Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul,
Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own-
Paul should himseifdirect me. I would trace
His master-strokes, and draw from his design,
I would express tim simple, grave, sincere;
In doctrine uncorrupt ; in language plain,
And plain in manner ; decent solemn, chaste,
And natural in gesture ; nuch impressid
Himself, as couscious of his awful charge,
And anxious mainly that the flock he feeda
May feel it too; affectionate in look
And tender in address, as well becomes
A messenger of grace to guiity mea.
Behold the picture ! Is it like!-Like whom ?
The things that mount the rostrum with a skip,
And then skip down again ; pronounce a text;
Cry-hem; and. reading what they never wrote,
Just fifteen minutes huddle up their work,
And with a well-bred whisper ciose the scene!

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