Bal. Ay, all; and quickly, too. Come, sir, begin! That's well l'another.

Lam. One's a dose.

Bal. Proceed, sir! Good! Swallow it fairly. Is it down?

Lam. It is down, sir, I regret to say.
Bal. Now another.
Lam. I dare not do it.
Bal. You must. That's well! One more, now.

Lam. What will become of me? Let me go home, and set my shop to rights, and, like immortal Cæsar, die with decency.

Bal. Away! and thank thy lucky star I have not brayed thee in thine own mortar, or exposed thee for a large specimen of the lizard genus.

Lam. Would I were one! for they can feed on air.
Bal. Home, sir, and be more honest!
Lam. If I am not, I'll be more wise, at least.

Altered from JOHN TOBIN. (1770 — 1804.)

LV.- THE BATTLE OF IVRY.

VAN, n.,

LIEGE (leej), n., a superior lord. OR'I-FLAMME (or'e-flahm), na, old LEAGUE (leeg), n., alliance of states. royal banner of France. front of an army.

CUL'VER-IN, n., a cannon. TRUN'CHEON (trun'shun), n., & staff of Sov'ER-EIGN (sūv'er-in), a., supremo command ; 'a club.

in power. CAIV'AL-RY (shiv-), n., the body or FOR’EIGN-ER, n., one not a native, order of knights.

HIRE’LING, a., serying for hire.

The battle of Ivry, in France, in which Henry IV. defeated the Duke of Mayenne, book place March 14, 1590. Pronounce Rochelle, Ro-shěl' ; Seine, Sāne; Coligni, Ko-leen'yee ; Guelders, Gwěl'ders ; D'Aumale, Do-mahl'.

Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are !
And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of Navarre !
Now let there be the merry sound of music and the dance,
Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vales, 0 pleasant land of

France !

And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters,
Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters.
As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy,-
For cold and stiff and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Hurra! hurra! a single field hath turned the chance of war.
Hurra! hurra! for Ivry and King Henry of Navarre !

O! how our hearts were beating, when, at the dawn of day,
We saw the army of the League drawn out in long array ;
With all its priest-led citizens, and all its rebel peers,
And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Eymont's Flemish spears !
There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land !
And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand;
And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine’s empurpled food,
And good Coligni's hoary hair, all dabbled with his blood;
And we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war,
To fight for his own holy name, and Henry of Navarre.
The king has come to marshal us, in all his armor drest;
And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest.
He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye;
He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high.
Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing,
Down all our line, in děafening shout, “ God save our lord, tho

king!”
“ And if standard-bearer fall,

as fall fulî well he may, – (For never saw I'promise yet of such a bloody fray), Press where ye see my white plume shine, amid the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme, to-day, the helmet of Navarre.” Hurra! the foes are moving! Hark to the mingled din Of fife, and steed, and trump, and drum, and roaring culverin. The fiery duke is pricking fast across Saint André's plain, With all the hireling chivalry of Guelders and Almayne. Now, by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies now, upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amid the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre. Now, Heaven be praised, the day is ours! Mayenne hath turned

his rein ; D’Aumale hath cried for quarter — the Flemish count is slain ;

my

Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale,
The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail.
And then we thought on vengeance, and all along our van
" Remember St. Bartholomew !" was passed from man to man;
But out spake gentle Henry, then : 66 No Frenchman is my foe;
Down, dov with every foreigner! but let your brethren go.”
0! was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war,
As our sovereign lord, King Henry, the soldier of Navarre !

LORD MACAULAY.

LVI.

-IN FAVOR OF AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE.

DELIVERED IN PHILADELPAIA, AUGUST 1st, 1776, TWENTY-SEVEN DAYS

AFTER THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE.

AN'NALS, n. pl., records of events year | A-SY'LUM, n., a refuge. by year.

DE-LIN'E-ATE, v. t., to sketch. AU-GUST, a., grand; imposing. Ex-PE'DI-EN-CY, n.,

fitness. DE-VICE', n., scheme ; trick.

VOL'UN-TA-RI-LY, ad., of one's owo CLEM'EN-CY, n., mildness.

free will. PAL'PA-BLE, Q., gross ; plain. U-NA-NIM'I-TY, n., agreement. IN-TER'PRET, v. t., to explain.

AC-QUI-ES'CENCE, n., compliance. IN-TES’TINE, a., internal ; domestic. E-VINCE', v. t., to prove ; to show.

Do not say gradooal for grad'u-al; prodooce for pro-dūce ; freemun for free'men.

1. My countrymen, from the day on which an ac commodation takes place between England and America, on any other terms than as independent States, I shall date the ruin of this country. We are now, to the astonishment of the world, three millions of souls united in one common cause.

2. This day we are called on to give a glorious ex, ample of what the wisest and best of men were rejoiced to view only in speculation. This day presents the world with the most august spectacle that its annals ever unfolded : Millions of freemen voluntarily and deliberately forming themselves into a society for their common defense and common happiness!

3. Immortal spirits of Hampden, Locke, and Sydney! Will it not add to your benevolent joys to behold your posterity rising io the dignity of men -- evincing to the world the reality and expediency of your systems, and in the actual enjoyment of that equal liberty which you were happy when on earth in delineating and recommending to mankind ?

4. Other nations have received their laws from conquerors; some are indebted for a constitution to the sufferings of their ancestors through revolving centuries;— the people of this country alone have formally and deliberately chosen a government for themselves, and with open, uninfluenced consent, bound themselves into a social com'pact.

5. And, fellow-countrymen, if ever it was granted to mortals to trace the designs of Providence, and interpret its manifestations in favor of their cause, we may, with humility of soul, cry out, NoT UNTO US, NOT UNTO US, BUT TO THY NAME BE THE PRAISE.

The confusion of the devices of our enemies, and the rage of the elements against them, have done almost as much toward our success as either our counsels or our

arms.

6. The time at which this attempt on our liberties was made, — when we were ripened into maturity, had acquired a knowledge of war, and were free from the incursions of intestine enemies, – the gradual advances of our oppressors, enabling us to prepare for our defense, - the unusual fertility of our lands, the clemency of the seasons, the success which at first attended our feeble arms, producing unanimity among our friends, and compelling our internal foes to acquiescence, -- these are all strong and palpable marks and assurances that Providence IS YET GRACIOUS UNTO Zion, THAT IT WILL TURN AWAY THE CAPTIVITY OF TACOB!

7. Driven from every other corner of the earth, freedom of thought and the right of private judgment In matters of conscience direct their course to this happy country, as their last asylum. Let us cherish the noble guests! Let us shelter them under the wings of universal toleration! Be this the seat of UNBOUNDED RELIGIOUS FREEDOM! She will bring with her in her train Industry, Wisdom, and Commerce.

8. Our union is now complete. You have in the field armies sufficient to repel the whole force of your enemies. The hearts of, your soldiers beat high with the spirit of freedom. Go on, then, in your generous enterprise, with gratitude to Heaven for past success, and confidence of it in the future! For my own part, I ask no greater blessing than to share with you the common danger and the common glory. If I have a wish' dearer to my soul than that my ashes may be mingled with those of a Warren and a Montgomery, it is —- THAT THESE AMERICAN STATES MAY NEVER CEASE TO BE FREE AND INDEPENDENT !

SAMUEL ADAMS. (1722 — 1803.)

LVII. - WILLIAM TELL AMONG THE MOUNTAINS.

ME-THINKS', v. imp., it seems to me.

THRALL'DOM (the a as in fall), n., the Buoy (bwoy), v. t., to keep afloat. state of bondage. Gorge (gorje), n., the throat ; a IM'PRESS, n., mark; stamp. narrow pass between mountains.

Ech'o (ek'o), n., the reverberation of EX-PAND'ED, pp., spread out.

a sound. Do not say hans for hands. Pronounce again, a-gen'; ay, ah-ee' without separa tion of the syllables in utterance.

Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again!
I hold to you the hands you first beheld, -
To show-they still are free! Methinks I hear
A spirit in your echoes answer me,
And bid your tenant welcome home again.
O sacred forms, how fair, how proud you look!
How high you lift your heads into the sky!
How huge you are ! how mighty, and how free!