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haughty nation! Every thing must be yours, and at your disposal! You are to prescribe to us with whom we shall have war – with whom

You are to shut us up by the boundaries of mountains and rivers, which we must not pass !

6. But you you are not to observe the limits you yourselves have appointed! “Pass not the I-be'rus!” - What next? Saguntum is on the Iberus. You must not move a step in any direction !”

- Is it a small thing that you have deprived us of our most āncient provinces, Sicily and Sardinia ? Will you take Spain also? Should we yield Spain, you will cross over into Africa. Will cross, did I say? They have sent the two Consuls of this year, one to Africa, the other to Spain !

Soldiers, there is nothing left to us, in any quarter, but what we can vindicate with our swords. Let those be cowards who have something to look back upon; whom, flying through safe and unmolested roads, their own country will receive. There is a necessity for us to be brave. There is no alternative but victory or death; and, if it must be death, who would not rather encounter it in battle than in flight? The immortal gods could give no stronger in-cen'tive to victory. Let but these truths be fixed in your minds, and once again I proclaim, you are conquerors !


CEASE, then, nor order imperfection name;
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee ;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good ;
And spite of pride, in ērring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right. POPE.


AR-RAIGN' (ar-ráne'), v. t., to accuse, | PRO-SCRIBED', pp., put out of the proas in a court of justice.

tection of the law. RE'SCRIPT, n., an imperial edict. MAS'SA-CRE (mas'sa-ker), n., promisBAY'o-NET, N., a dagger at the end of

cuous slaughter ; butchery. a gun ; so called from Bayonne, in MAN-I-FES’TO, n., a public declaration.

France, where it was first made. San'GUIN-A-RY (sang'gwin-a-ry), a., AS-CRIBE', v. t., to attribute to.

bloody ; murderous.

Pronounce Parliament, Par'le-ment. In produced, &c., heed the sound of long u.

1. We are charged with expressing joy at the triumphs of America. True it is that, in a former session, I proclaimed it as my sincere opinion, that if the Ministry had succeeded in their first scheme against the liberties of America, the liberties of this country would have been at an end. Thinking this, as I did, in the sincerity of an honest heart, I rejoiced at the resist ance which the Ministry had met to their attempt. That great and glorious statesman, the late Lord.Chatham, feeling for the liberties of his native country, thanked Heaven that America had resisted.

2. But, it seems, “all the calamities of the country are to be ascribed to the wishes, and the joy, and the speeches, of Opposition.” O, miserable and un fortunate Ministry ! O, blind and incapable men! whose measures are framed with so little foresight, and executed with so little firmness, that they not only crumble to pieces, but bring ruin on the country, merely because one rash, weak or wicked man, in the House of Commons, makes a speech against them!

3. But who is he who arraigns gentlemen on side of the House with causing, by their inflammatory speeches, the misfortunes of their country? The accusation comes from one whose inflammatory harangues have led the nation, step by step, from violence to violence, in that inhuman, unfeeling system of blood

and massacre, which every honest man must detest, which every good man must abhor, and every wise man condemn! And this man imputes the guilt of such measures to those who had all along foretold the consequences; who had prayed, entreated, and supplicated, not only for America, but for the dředit of the nation and its eventual welfare, to arrest the hand of Power, meditating slaughter, and directed by injustice!

4. What was the consequence of the sanguinary measures recommended in those bloody, inflammatory speeches ? Though Boston was to be starved, though Hancock and Adams were proscribed, yet at the feet of these very men the Parliament of Great Britain was obliged to kneel, flatter, and cringe; and, as it had the cruelty, at one time, to denounce vengeance against these men, so it had the meanness, afterward, to implore their forgiveness. Shall he who called the Americans "Hancock and his crew," — shall he presume to reprehend any set of men for inflammatory speeches ?

5. It is this accursed American war that has led us, step by step, into all our present misfortunes and nătional disgraces. What was the cause of our wasting forty millions of money, and sixty thousand lives? The American war! What was it that produced the French rescript and a French war? The American war! What was it that produced the Spanish manifesto and Spanish war? The American war! What was it that armed forty-two thousand men in Ireland with the arguments carried on the points of forty thousand bayonets? The American war! For what are we about to incur an additional debt of twelve or fourteen millions ? This accursed, cruel, diabolical Amerian war! CHARLES JAMES Fox. (1749 — 1806.)


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Low'ER (lou'er), v. i., to appear dark. SEʻRAPH-IC (se-raf'ic), a., pertaining
GUISE, n., garb; manner.

to or like a seraph.
Theodore Korner, the martial poet of Germany, and author of the following poems, was
born in the year 1791, and fell in battle August 25, 1813, when scarcely twenty-two years


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FATHER of earth and heaven! I call thy name! Le

Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll; Cau My eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame;

Father, sustain an untried soldier's soul.

Or life, or death, whatever be the goal
That crowns or closes round the struggling hour,

Thou knowest, if ever from my spirit stole
One deeper prayer, 't was that no cloud might lower
On my young fame! -0 hear! God of eternal power!
Now for the fight! Now for the cannon-peal !

Forward — through blood, and toil, and cloud, and fire!

Glorious the shout, the shock, the crash of steel, torul

The volley's roll, the rocket's blasting spire !

They shake! like broken waves their squares retire ! On them, hussars! Now give them rein and heel;

Think of the orphaned child, the murdered sire: Earth cries for blood! In thunder on them wheel ! This hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumph-seal !


My deep wound burns ; my pale lips quake in death,

I feel my fainting heart resign its strife;

And, reaching now the limit of my life,
Lord, to thy will I yield ny parting breath!
Yet many a dream hath charmed my youthful eye,-

And must life's fairy visions all depart ?

0, surely no! for all that fired my heart
To rapture here, shall live with me on high.
And that fair form that won my earliest vow,

That my young spirit prized all else above,
And now adored as freedom, now as love,

Stands in seraphic guise before me now;

And, as my failing senses fade away,
It beckons me on high, to realms of endless day!



NICHE (nitoh), n., a small recess in | REV'EL-RY, n., noisy merriment. the side of a wall.

BIER, 7., a carriage for the dead. On the night previous to the battle of Waterloo, it is said that a ball was given at Brus sels. To this the poet alludes in the introductory stanza. The battle was fought June 18, 1815, when the allied army, composed of 67,655 men, commanded by the Duke of Wellington, defeated the French army, of 71,947 men, commanded by Napoleon in person.

THERE was a sound of revelry by night,

And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Her beauty and her chivalry; and bright

The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ;

A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose, with its voluptuous swell,

Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again;
And all went merry as a marriage-bell.-
But, hush! harkl a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

Did ye not hear it? No; 't was but the wind,

Or the car rattling o'er the stony street.
On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined !

No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet

To chase the glowing hours with flying feet! -
But, hark! that heavy sound breaks in once more,

As if the clouds its. echo would repeat;
And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before.
Arm! arm ! it is, it is the cannon's opening roar!

Within a windowed niche of that high hall

Sat Brunswick's fated chieftain ;* he did hear

* Frederick William, Duke of Brunswick, and brother of Queen Caroline. He distinguished himself in the Peninsular war. He was killed at the head of his troops two days before the battle of Waterloo. He was born in 1771.

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