The gates of honour on me,-turning out The Roman from his birthright; and for what?— To fling your offices to every slave; (-Looking round him.) Come, consecrated lictors! from your thrones; LESSON CLXXXVI. The Battle Hymn of the Berlin Landstrum.* The cloud that pours the thunder from its womb, The lightnings, glancing through the midnight gloom, As splendours of the autumnal evening star, Nor in the million worlds that blaze beneath, Is one that can withstand thy wrath's hot breath. The Landstrum (German) is the military force of the country, as distinguished from the regular standing army-the whole mass of the undisciplined militia, called out in some sudden exigency of the state. Wo in thy frown-in thy smile victory! Hear my last prayer!-I ask no mortal wreath; Now for the fight-now for the cannon-peal- They shake-like broken waves their squares retire,— LESSON CLXXXVII. Extract from "Heaven and Earth,—A Mystery."-By LORD BYRON. RAPHAEL, the Archangel.-NOAH.—Japhet. Scene near the Ark, just before the beginning of the Deluge. Japhet. Он, say not so, Father! and thou, Archangel, thou ! Celestial mercy lurks below That pure serenity of brow. Let them not meet this sea without a shore! Noah. Peace! child of passion, peace! If not within thy heart, yet with thy tongue Live as he wills it-die, when he ordains, And bear what Adam's race must bear, and can. Floating upon the azure desert, and The depth beneath us hides our own dear land, And dearer, silent friends and brethren, all Buried in its immeasurable breast, Who, who, our tears, our shrieks shall then command? Renew not Adam's fall: But they are numerous now as are the waves, And the tremendous rain, Whose drops shall be less thick than would their graves, Were graves permitted to the sons of Cain. Noah. Silence, vain boy! each word of thine's a crime! Angel! forgive this stripling's fond despair. * Japh. Hark! hark! deep sounds, and deeper still, And hover round the mountain, where before Yet dared to soar ; Even when the waters waxed too fierce to brave. And then no more! Japh. The sun! the sun! He riseth, but his better light is gone, And a black circle, bound His glaring disk around, Proclaims Earth's last of summer days hath shone ! The distant thunder's harbinger, appears! It cometh! hence, away, Leave to the elements their evil prey! Hence, to where our all-hallowed ark uprears Its safe and wreckless sides. Japh. Oh, father, stay! Leave not my Anah to the swallowing tides ! Noah. Must we not leave all life to such? Begone. Japh. Not I. Noah. Then die With them. How dar'st thou look on that prophetick sky, And seek to save what all things else condemn, In overwhelming unison With just Jehovah's wrath? Japh. Can rage and justice join in the same path? Noah. Blasphemer! dar'st thou murmur, even now? Raph. Patriarch! be still a father, smooth thy brow : Thy son, despite his folly, shall not sink; He knows not what he says, yet shall not drink With sobs the salt foam of the swelling waters; But be, when passion passeth, good as thou, Nor perish, like heaven's children, with man's daughters. LESSON CLXXXVIII. Speech of Catiline before the Roman Senate, on hearing his sentence of banishment.-CROLY's Catiline. BANISHED from Rome! what's banished, but set free From daily contact of the things I loathe ? lords 'Tried and convicted traitor !'-Who says this? But here I stand and scoff you :-here I fling Your Consul's merciful. For this all thanks. Traitor!' I go-but I return. This-trial! Here I devote your senate! I've had wrongs, Or make the infant's sinew strong as steel. This day's the birth of sorrows! This hour's work Will breed proscriptions.-Look to your hearths, my lords, For there henceforth shall sit, for household gods, Shapes hot from Tartarus !-all shames and crimes ; Wan Treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn ; Dialogue between HAMLET and HORATIO.-SHAKSpeare. Horatio. HAIL to your lordship! Hamlet. I am glad to see you well: Horatio or I do forget myself. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ? Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Hor. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio; the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven, Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! My father-methinks I see my father- Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hor. I saw him once; he was a goodly king. I shall not look upon his like again. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Hor. My lord, the king, your father. Ham. The king, my father! Hor. Season your admiration for a while, |