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Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, (The storms all weather'd, and the ocean cross'd,) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show 20 Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her fanning light her streamers gay; So thou, with sails how swift! hast reach'd the shore "Where tempests never beat, nor billows roar 25 And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side. But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest,

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Always from port withheld, always distress'dMe howling blasts drive devious, tempest-toss'd, 30 Sails ripp'd, seams opening wide, and compass lost, And day by day some current's thwarting force, Sets me more distant from a prosperous course. Yet, O the thought, that thou art safe, and he! That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. 35 My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the Earth: But higher far my proud pretensions riseThe son of parents, passed into the skies.

EXERCISE 104.

Extract from "The Grave."-MONTGOMERY.

1 There is a calm for those who weep;
A rest for weary pilgrims found:
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,
Low in the ground!

2 The storm that wrecks the winter sky
No more disturbs their deep repose,
Than summer-evening's latest sigh,
That shuts the rose.

I long to lay this painful head,

And aching heart, beneath the soil;

To slumber in that dreamless bed,

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4 Art thou a wanderer ?-hast thou seen
O'erwhelming tempests drown thy bark?
A shipwreck'd sufferer hast thou been,
Misfortune's mark?

5 Though long of winds and waves the sport,
Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam,
Live! thou shalt reach a sheltering port,
A quiet home!

6 There is a calm for those who weep!
A rest for weary pilgrims found:
And while the mouldering ashes sleep
Low in the ground ;-

7 The soul, of origin Divine,

God's glorious image, freed from clay,
In Heaven's eternal sphere shall shine
A star of day!

8 The sun, is but a spark of fire,
A transient meteor in the sky;
The soul, immortal as its Sire,
Shall never die!

EXERCISE 105.

Defense of Johnson.-CURRAN.

Even if it should be my client's fate to be surrendered to his keepers-to be torn from his family—to have his obsequies performed by torch light-to be carried. to a foreign land, and to a strange tribunal, where no 5 witness can attest his innocence, where no voice that he ever heard can be raised in his defense, where he must stand mute, not of his own malice, but the malice of his enemies-yes, even so, I see nothing for him to fear; -that all-gracious Being, that shields the feeble from the 10 oppressor, will fill his heart with hope, and confidence, and courage; his sufferings will be his armor, and his weakness will be his strength. He will find himself in the hands of a brave, a just, and a generous nation-he will find that the bright examples of her Russels and 15 her Sydneys have not been lost to her children. They

will behold him with sympathy and respect, and his persecutors with shame and abhorrence

they will feel too, that what is then his situation, may to-morrow be their own-but their first tear will be shed for him, 20 and the second only for themselves. Their hearts will melt in his acquittal; they will convey him kindly and fondly to their shore; and he will return in triumph to his country; to the threshhold of his sacred home, and to the weeping welcome of his delighted family. He will 25 find that the darkness of a weary and lingering night hath at length passed away, and that joy cometh in the morning.-No, my lords, I have no fear for the ultimate safety of my client. Even in these very acts of brutal violence that have been committed against him, do I 30 hail the flattering hope of final advantage to him-and not only of final advantage to him, but of better days and more prosperous fortune for this afflicted country-that country of which I have so often abandoned all hope, and which I have been so often determined to quit for

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I have repented—I have staid—and I am at once rebuked and rewarded by the happier hopes that I now entertain. In the anxious sympathy of the public-in the anxious sympathy of my learned brethren, do I catch 10 the happy presage of a brighter fate for Ireland. They see, that within these sacred walls, the cause of liberty End of man may be pleaded with boldness and heard with favor. I am satisfied they will never forget the great trust, of which they alone are now the remaining 45 depositaries. While they continue to cultivate a sound philosophy-a mild and tolerating Christianity-and to make both the sources of a just and liberal, and constitutional jurisprudence, I see every thing for us to hope; into their hands, therefore, with the most affectionate 50 confidence in their virtue, do I commit these precious hopes. Even I may live long enough yet to see the approaching completion, if not the perfect accomplishment of them. Pleased shall I then resign the scene to fitter actors-pleased shall I lay down my wearied head 55 to rest, and say, "Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word, for mine eyes have seen thy salvation."

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EXERCISE 106.

Taking of Warsaw.-CAMPBELL.

When leagued Oppression pour'd to northern wars Her whisker'd pandours and her fierce hussars, Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Peal'd her loud drum, and twang'd her trumpet horn; Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van, Presaging wrath to Poland-and to man!

Warsaw's last champion, from her hight survey'd, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid,—

(0°) Oh! Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save
Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ?
Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains,
Rise, fellow men! our country yet remains!
By that dread name, we wave the sword on high,
And swear for her to live!--with her to die!

3 (0) He said, and on the rampart-hights array'd
His trusty-warriors, few, but undismay'd!
Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form,
Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm;
Low, murmuring sounds along their banners fly,
Revenge or death,-the watchword and reply;
(<) Then peal'd the notes, omnipotent to charm,
And the loud tocsin toll'd their last alarm!-

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(—) In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few!
From rank to rank your volley'd thunder flew :--
Oh! bloodiest picture in the book of Time,
Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime;
Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe,
Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe!

Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp the shatter'd spear,
Closed her bright eye, and curb'd her high career!
Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,

And Freedom shriek'd-as Kosciusko fell.

The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there, Tumultuous murder shook the midnight airOn Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below;

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The storm prevails, the ramparts yield away,
Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay;
Hark! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall,
A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call!
Earth shook-red meteors flash'd along the sky,
And conscious Nature shudder'd at the cry!

Departed spirits of the mighty dead!

Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled!

Friends of the world! restore your swords to man,
Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van!
Yet for Samartia's tears of blood atone,
And make her arm puissant as your own!
Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return
The patriot Tell-the Bruce of Bannockburn

EXERCISE 107.

Lord Chatham.-BUTLER.

Of those, by whom Lord North was preceded, none probably, except Lord Chatham, will be remembered by posterity; but the nature of the eloquence of this extraordinary man, it is extremely difficult to describe.

No person in his external appearance was ever more bountifully gifted by nature for an orator. In his look and his gesture, grace and dignity were combined, but dignity presided; the "terrors of his beak, the lightnings of his eye," were insufferable. His voice was both 10 uil and clear; his lowest whisper was distinctly heard, nis middle tones were sweet, rich, and beautifully varied; when he elevated his voice to its highest pitch, the House was completely filled with the volume of the sound. he effect was awful, except when he wished 15 to cheer or animate; he then had spirit-stirring notes, which were perfectly irresistible. He frequently rose, on a sudden, from a very low to a very high key, but it seemed to be without effort. His diction was remarkably simple, but words were never chosen with greater 80 care; he mentioned to a friend, that he had perused some of Dr. Barrow's Sermons so often as to know them by heart.

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