She marks them unheeding - her heart is afar,
Where the clansmen are bleeding for her in the war.
Hark! loud from the mountain — 'tis victory's cry!
O'er woodland and fountain it rings to the sky!
The foe has retreated! he flees to the shore;
The spoiler 's defeated — the combat is o'er !
With foreheads unrufiled the conquerors come -
But why have they muffled the lance and the drum ?
What form do they carry aloft on his shield ?
And where does he tarry, the lord of the field ?
Ye saw him at morning, how gallant and gay!
In bridal adorning, the star of the day :
Now, weep for the lover - his triumph is sped,
His hope it is over the chieftain is dead !
But, O! for the maiden who mourns for that chief,
With heart overladen, and broken with grief!
She sinks on the meadow :- in one morning-tide,
A wife and a widow, a maid and a bride!

Ye maidens attending, forbear to condole !
Your comfort is rending the depths of her soul.
True - true, 't was a story for ages of pride ;
He died in his glory — but, O, he has died !


LXXXIX. - THE SUITOR DISENCHANTED. “O, LAURA ! will nothing I bring thee

E'er soften those looks of disdain ? Are the songs of affection I sing thee

All doomed to be sung thee in vain ? I offer thee love the sincerest,

The warmest, ere glowed upon earth; 0! smile on thy votary, dearest !

0! crush not his hope in its birth ! But the maiden, a haughty look flinging,

Said, “ Cease my compassion to move; For I'm not very partial to singing ;

And they ’re poor whose sole treasure is love!”



“My name will be sounded in story;

I offer thee, dearest, my name :
I have fought in the proud field of glory;

O, Laura, come share in my fame!
I bring thee a soul that adores thee,

And loves thee wherever thou art,
Which thrills as its tribute it


Of tenderness fresh from the heart."
But the maiden said, “ Cease to impor'tune;

Give Cupid the use of his wings;
Ah ! fame's but a pitiful fortune

And hearts are such valueless things ! ”
“O, Laura, forgive if I've spoken

Too boldly — nay, turn not away -

heart with affliction is broken -
My uncle— died only to-day!
My uncle, the nabob — who tended

My youth — with affectionate — care,
My manhood — who kindly — befriended,

Has — died — and — has left me — his heir !"
And the maiden said, “ Weep not, sincerest !

My heart has been yours all along;
0! hearts are of treasures the dearest

Do, Edward, go on with your song!”
But Edward said, “ Here my song endeth,

And here shall my passion end, too;
If ever my heart again bendeth,

It shall bend to another than you.
I've long had an old-fashioned notion

To be loved for myself, - do not sigh!
Since gold wakes thy fondest emotion,
Fair Laura, excuse me —

good-by!” ANON.

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Can tyrants but by tyrants conquered be,

And Freedom find no champion and no child
Such as Columbia saw arise when she

Sprang forth a Pallas, armed and undefiled ? * To preserve the metrical harmony and the rhyme of the verse, the accent in this word must be here put on the second syllable ; but the proper pronunciation is im-por-lune'.

Or must such minds be nourished in the wild,
Deep in the unpruned forest, ’midst the roar

Of cataracts, where nursing Nature smiled
On infant Washington ? Has earth no more
Such seeds within her breast, or Europe no such shore ?
But France got drunk with blood to vomit crime;

And fatal have her saturnalia been
To Freedom's cause, in every age and clime, –

Because the deadly days which we have seen,

And vile Ambition, that built up between Man and his hopes an adamantine wall,

And the base pāgeant, last upon the scene, Are grown the pre'text for the eternal thrall Which nips life's tree, and dooms man's worst his second fall! Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but Aying,

Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying,

The loudest still the tempest leaves behind !

Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind,
Chopped by the ax, looks rough and little worth,

But the sap lasts, — and still the seed we find
Sown deep even in the bosom of the North;
So shall a better spring less bitter fruit bring forth!


Too late I stayed - forgive the crime;

Unheeded flew the hours;
How noiseless falls the foot of Time

That only treads on flowers !


with clear account remarks
The ebbing of his glass,
When all its sands are diamond sparks,

That dazzle as they pass ?
Ah! who to sober measurement

Time's happy swiftness brings,
When birds of Paradise have lent
Their plumage for his wings?




1.- ARE THE MENTAL CAPACITIES OF THE SEXES EQUAL ? The following debate is arranged for seventeen speakers, including the Chair

man. There should be seats for all those who are to take part in the debate, the Chairman being distinguished from the rest by being more ele. rated in his position, and having a table or desk before him. Should there not be room on the stage for all the debaters, some can sit grouped on the floor adjoining. Every speaker as he rises should try to catch the eye of the Chairman, and the latter should check every tendency to confusion by rapping on the table, and calling gentlemen to order. To give an air of spontaneousness to the debate, several speakers may at times rise at once, orying " Mr. Chairman.” The Chairman should be courteous and attentive to all, but prompt in his decisions, and energetic in maintaining them. Occasional applause, or indications of dissent, are allowable. In English assemblies for discussion, the cry of hear! hear! ” is often uttered; sometimes ironically, and sometimes in token of approbation and encourage

At similar assemblies in the United States this custoin is not general.

The Chairman. Gentlemen, I feel very highly the honor you have done me by placing me in the chair. I will not waste your time, however, by inflicting a speech upon you, but will proceed at once to the proper business of the meeting. The question we are to discuss is as follows (Reads from a roll of paper): “ Are the mental capacities of the sexes equal ?” I beg to call upon the Opener to commence the debate. I have only to add that I hope the discussion will be carried on in a manner befitting the importance and gravity of the subject. (The Chairman resumes his seat amid applause, and the Opener rises.)

The Opener. Sir, in rising to open the question which has been put from the chair, I assure you that I feel the need of much indulgence, and I hope that I shall not be denied it. I expect no small amount of reproach and con'tu-mely for the part I mean to take in this debate; for I know the gallantry of many of my friends around me, and I fully make up my mind to smart under the weight of it. However, I will meet my fate boldly, at all events; I will declare, at once, that I am a believer in the mental inferiority of the ladies. (0! 0! met by cries of hear! hear!) And, if my clamorous friends will let me, I will endeavor to prove that I am right. I will take my proofs from history. Which shines the brighter, the male sex or the female ? Look among sovereigns - Where is the female Cæsar? - the female Alfred ? - the female Alexander ?— the female Napoleon ? Or take legislators – What woman huve we to compare with Solon or Lycurgus ? with Washington or Hamilton? Or take the glorious list of orators. Can you point to a female Demos'the-nēs, or Mirabeau, or Chatham, or Patrick Henry, or Webster? No, sir! The ladies may have the gift of the — I beg pardon -the gift of loquacity, but not of eloquence. Where are the female philosophers, moreover ? Where is their Socʻra-tēs, their Plato, their Newton, their Jonathan Edwards ? Where is their great discoverer— their Columbus, their Franklin, their Herschel, their Daguerre ? Where their great inventor — their Fulton, their Morse, their Whitney ? In literature, too, are the great names those of the fairer, or the sterner sex ? Homer, Shakspeare, Milton, Wordsworth, Campbell, Irving, — what ladywriters equal these? (Hear! hear!)

I shall not enter into the philosophical part of the question at a!). Facts are the strongest arguments, and these I have produced. Besides, I dare say that some of my supporters will choose that view of the matter, and into their hands I am quite willing to resign it.

I feel that I should weaken my cause were I to say more. I therefore commit the question to your fair and full discussion, quite convinced that a just conclusion will at length be arrived at. (Applause.)

Second Speaker. Sir, my friend, who has just resumed his seat, has regarded this question as it is answered by history : I will view it by the light of reason and philosophy. I think, then, that women were meant to be inferior to men. The female of every kind of animal is weaker than the male, and why should a distinction be made with the human species? (Hear!)

The sphere which the female is called upon to fill is the domestic one. To rule and to command is the sphere of man. He is here to govern and to guide. Now, the exercise of authority requires greater mental power than the duties of the other sex demand ; and I think that man would not have been called upon to rule, had not greater power been conferred upon him. Where would be the unutterable delight that now dwells in the magie word “ · Home,” woman were more intellectually subtle than she is ? All these true joys would be lost to us; and woman, instead of earning our gratitude and affection by creating them, would be studying metaphysics, diving into theology, or searching out new stars. It seems to me that the very happiness of the world depends upon the inequalities and differences existing in the minds of the sexes, and therefore I shall vote with my friend the Opener. (Applause.)

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