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every increasing beam.
12. The

sceną still enlarges, and the hori’zon seems
to widen and expand itself on all sides, till the sun,
like the great Creator, appears in the east, and with
his plastic rays completes the mighty scene.
pears enchằntment, and it is with difficulty we can
believe we are still on earth. The senses, unaccus-
tomed to the

súblimity of such a scene, are bewildered jew) Cego
and confounded; and it is not till after some time that
they are capable of separating and judging of the ob-
jects that compose it. The body of the sun is seen
rising from the ocean, immense tracts both of sea and
land intervening.

The islands of Lipari, Pana'ri, Alicu'di, Strom'boli, and Volca'no, with their smoking summits, appear under your feet.

13. You look down on the whole of Sicily, as on a map, and can trace every river, through all its wind-lunang

ings, from its source to its mouth. The view is absofrozitavellutely boundress on every side, nor is there any one

object within the circle of vision to interrupt it; so
I am

21st of

e impechanical organs that the coasts of Africa, and even of Greece, are not discovered, as they are certainly above the horizon. The circumference of the visible horizon, on the top of Etna, can not be less than two thousand miles.

14. The highest point of the mountain is 10,874 feet above the level of the sea. About eleven hundred feet from the summit there is an irregular plane, esti thane mated to be nine miles in circumference, and from this plane rises the steep, terminating cone, at the top of which is the great crater or opening, continually throwing out sulphureous vapors, and which is so hot that it is very dangerous to go down into it.

PATRICK BRYDONE. (1743 - 1818.)

XXXV. - WHERE IS HE?

WEND, v. i. and t., to go.
VALLEY, n.,

a hollow between hills.

RA'DI-ANCE, n., sparkling luster. FA'VOR-ITE, a., regarded with favor.

Do not say ware, wisper, &c., for where, whis'per, &c. Heed the aspirate.

Man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?--JOB xiv. 10.

“And where is he?” Not by the side

Of her whose wants he loved to tend;
Not o'er those valleys wandering wide,

Where, sweetly lost, he oft would wend.
That form beloved he marks no more,

Those scenes admired no more shall see ;
Those scenes are lovely as before,

And she as fair, but where is he?

No, no! the radiance is not dim,

That used to gild his favorite hill ;
The pleasures that were dear to him

Are dear to life and nature still.
But, ah! his home is not as fair;

Neglected must his garden be;
The lilies droop and wither there,

And seem to whisper, Where is he?

His was the

pomp,

the crowded hall;
But where is now the proud display?
His, riches, honors, pleasures, — all,

Desire could frame ; but where are they?
And he, as some tall rock that stands,

Protected by the circling sea,
Surrounded by admiring bands,

Seemed proudly strong; and where is he?

The church-yard bears an added stone;

The fire-side shows a vacant chair;
Here Sadness dwells, and weeps alone;

And Death displays his banner there!

The life has gone; the breath has fled;

And what has been, no more shall be ; The well-known form, the welcome tread, 0! where are they? and where is he?

HENRY NEELE. (1798 — 1828.)

XXXVI. – THE RETORT.

CRAFT, n., manual art.
Fain, ad., gladly.

CON-CEIVE', v. t., to form in the mind.
LIVEʼLI-HOOD, n., means of living.

ONE day, a rich man, flushed with pride and wine,

Sitting with guests at table, all quite merry, Conceived it would be vastly fine

To crack a joke upon his secretary. “ Young man,” said he, “by what art, craft, or trade,

Did your good father earn his livelihood ?
* He was a saddler, sir,” the young man said ;

And in his line was always reckoned good.”
'A saddler, eh ? and had you stuffed with Greek,

Instead of teaching you like him to do!
And pray, sir, why did not your father make

A saddler, too, of you?”
At this each flatterer, as in duty bound,
The joke applauded, and the laugh went round.
At length, the secretary, bowing low,

Said (craving pardon, if too free he made),
Sir, by your leave, I fain would know

Your father's trade."
My father's trade? Why, sir, but that's too bad!

My father's trade? Why, blockhead, art thou mad? My father, sir, was never brought so low:

He was a gentleman, I'd have you know !Indeed! excuse the liberty I take ;

But, if your story's true,
How happened it your father did not make

A gentleman of you?"

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XXXVII. — MARCO BOZZARIS,

SEN'TRY, n., a soldier on guard. SA'BER or SA'BRE, n., a short sword. MosʼLEM, n., a Mohammedan.

NURT'URE, v. t., to feed ; to bring up. CoM'RADE, n., a companion.

Mount'Ain (mountsin), n., a high hill. Marco Bozzaris fell, in a night attack on the Turkish camp, at Laspi, August 20, 1822, and expired in the moment of victory. Pronounce the a in Boz-za'ris like a in far.

*

At midnight, in his guarded tent,

The Turk was dreaming of the hour
When Greece, her knee in suppliance

Should tremble at his power.
At midnight, in the forest shades, fuation

Bozzaris ranged his Su'liote band,
True, as the steel of their tried blades,

Heroes in heart and hand.
There had the Persian thousands stood,
There ḥad the glad earth drunk their blood

On old Platæa's day;
And now these breathed that haunted air
The sons of sires who conquered there -
With arm to strike, and soul to dare,

As quick, as far as they !

An hour passed on — the Turk awoke;

That bright dream was his last;
He woke – to hear his sentry's shriek,
To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek !"
He woke — to die midst flame and smoke,
And shout, and groan, and saber stroke,

And death-shots falling thick and fast
As lightnings from the mountain cloud ;
And heard, with voice as trumpet loud

Bozzaris cheer his band :
« Strike till the last armed foe expires ;
Strike for your altars and your fires;
Strike — for the green graves of your sires ;

God - and your native land !"

They fought, like brave men, long and well;

They piled that ground with Moslem slain ;
They conquered - but Bozzaris fell,

Bleeding at every vein :
His few surviving comrades saw
His smile, when rang their proud “ hurrah,"

And the red field was won ;
Then saw in death his eyelids close,
Calmly as to a night's repose,

Like flowers at set of sun.

Bozzaris! with the storied brave,

Greece nurtured in her glory's time,
Rest thee. There is no prouder grave

Even in her own proud clime.

We tell thy doom without a sigh;
For thou art freedom's now and fame's,
One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.

HALLECK.

XXXVIII. - ON RECONCILIATION WITH AMERICA.

RE-PEAL', v. t., to make void. RE-MOV'AL, n., act of removing.
RE-TRACT', v. t., to take back. OB'vi-ous, a., easily discovered.
AL-LAY', v. t., to repress ; to check. DEL'E-GATE, n., une sent to act for
For’EIGN (forsen), a., belonging to others.
another nation or country.

COM-PLI-CAPTION, n., an entanglement.
CON-CES'SION, n., act of yielding. UL'TI-MATE-LY, ad., finally.
AL'IEN-ATE (āle'yěn-āte), v. t., to POL'I-cy, n., management of public

transfer to another ; to estrange. affairs. Ex-TOR'TION, n., unlawful exaction. DES'POT-ISM, n., absolute power.

In acts, sub'jects, &c., sound the t. Do not say civl for civil.

1. AMERICA can not be reconciled — she ought not to be reconciled - till the troops of Britain are withdrawn. How can she trust you, with the bayonet at her breast? How can she suppose that you mean less than bondage or death? It is not repealing this or that act of Parliament, — it is not repealing a piece of parchment, — that can restore America to our bosom.

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