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crags, the surface of a stone, in by far the plurality of instances, is more interesting than the surface of an ordinary hill, more fantastic in form, and incomparably richer in color.”

17. But, setting aside the poets and the artists, Pebble, in his own person and by his own family alliances, includes wonders far beyond the most wonderful things they have imagined. Wrongly is Flint compared with the Miser. Bring two friends of his about him, called Potash and Soda, and Flint runs into melting tenderness, and is no longer Flint: he is Glass. You look through him; you drink out of him; he furnishes you beautiful and transparent shutters against the rain and cold; you shave by him ; protect pictures with him, and watches and books; are assisted by him in a thousand carious philosophies; are helped over the sea by him; and he makes your cathedral windows divine.

18. But we must hasten to bring his most precious riches down in a shower surpassing the rainbow. Stone is the humble relation, nay, the stock and parent, of Precious Stone! Ruby, Emerald and Sapphire are of his family !-of the family of the Flints; and Flint is more in them than anything else! Precious stone, for the most part, is stone itself, is flint, with some wonderful circumstance of addition, nobody knows what; but, without the flint, the preciousness would not be. Here is wealth and honor for the poor Pebble!

19. What now remains for stone, thus filling the coffers of wealth, glorifying the crowns of sultans, and adding beams to beauty itself? One thing greater than all. The oldest and stoniest of stones is granite, and granite (as far as we know) is the chief material of the earth itself,—the bones of the world, the substance of our star.

20. Honored, therefore, be thou, thou small pebble lying in the lane; and, whenever any one looks at thee, may he think of the beautiful and noble world he lives in, and all of which it is capable!

LEIGH HUNT--adapted.



This is the unshadowed main,-

WHIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,

The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings,

And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.


Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl,

Wrecked is the ship of pearl !

And every chambered cell,
Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,

Before thee lies revealed, -
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed !


Year after year beheld the silent toil

That spread his lustrous coil ;

Still, as the spiral grew,
He left the past year's dwelling for the new,
Stole with soft step its shining archway through,

Built up its idle door,
Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.

Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,

Child of the wandering sea,

Cast from her lap forlorn!
From thy dead lips a clearer note is borne
Than ever Triton blew from wreathëd horn!

While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,

As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past !

Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,

Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!



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HE unhappy people of India, feeble and effeminate as

they are from the softness of their climate, and subdued and broken as they have been by the knavery and strength of civilization, still occasionally start up in all the vigor and intelligence of insulted nature. To be governed at all, they must be governed with a rod of iron; and our empire in the East would, long since, have been lost to Great Britain, if civil skill and military prowess had not united their efforts to support an authority—which Heaven never gave—by means which it never can sanction.

2. Gentlemen, I think I can observe that you are touched with this way of considering the subject, and I can account for it. I have not been considering it through the cold medium of books, but have been speaking of man and his nature, and of human dominion, from what I have seen of them myself among reluctant nations submitting to our authority. I know what they feel, and how such feelings can alone be repressed. I have heard them in my youth from a naked savage, in the indignant character of a prince surrounded by his subjects, addressing the governor of a British colony, holding a bundle of sticks in his hand, as the notes of his unlettered eloquence.

3. “Who is it,” said the jealous ruler over the desert, encroached upon by the restless foot of English adventure“who is it that causes this river to rise in the high mountains, and to empty itself into the ocean? Who is it that causes to blow the loud winds of winter, and that calms them again in summer ? Who is it that rears up the shade of those lofty forests, and blasts them with the quick lightning at his pleasure? The same Being who gave to you a country on the other side of the waters, and gave ours to us; and by this title we will defend it,” said the warrior, throwing down his tomahawk upon the ground and raising the war-sound of his nation. These are the feelings of subjugated man all round the globe; and, depend upon it, nothing but fear will control where it is vain to look for affection.

4. You have a mighty sway in Asia, which cannot be maintained by the finer sympathies of life, or the practice of its charities and affections. What will they do for you when surrounded by two hundred thousand men with artillery, cavalry, and elephants, calling upon you for their dominions, which you have robbed them of?

5. If England, from a lust of ambition and dominion, will insist on maintaining despotic rule over distant and hostile nations, beyond all comparison more numerous and extended than herself, and gives commission to her viceroys to govern them with no other instruction than to preserve them, and to secure permanently their revenues, with what color of consistency or reason can she place herself in the moral chair, and affect to be shocked at the execution of her own orders; adverting to the exact measure of wickedness and injustice necessary to their execution, and complaining only of the excess as the immorality; considering her authority as a dispensation for breaking the commands of God, and the breach of them as only punishable when contrary to the ordinances of man?

6. Such a proceeding, gentlemen, begets serious reflection It would be better, perhaps, for the masters and the servants of all such governments to join in supplication, that the great Author of violated humanity may not confound them together in one common judgment.






THE old mayor climbed the belfry tower,

Pull, if ye never pulled before!

Good ringers, pull your best !” quoth he. “Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells ! Ply all your changes, all your swells,

Play uppe The Brides of Enderby!'”



I sat and spun within the doore;

My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes; The level sun, like ruddy ore,

Lay sinking in the barren skies; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth,My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth.


“ Cusha! Cusha! Cusha !” calling
Ere the early dews were falling,
Farre away I heard her song.
“Cusha! Cusha !” all along
Where the reedy Lindis floweth,

Floweth, floweth ;
From the meads where melick groweth,
Faintly came her milking-song.


“Cusha! Cusha! Cusha !" calling,
“For the dews will soone be falling;
Leave your meadow grasses mellow,

Mellow, mellow;
Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow;

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