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of ancient and modern times, and possesses every thing that genius or art could furnish, to agitate and control the human mind."

7. "He has this day," said Mr. Burke, "surprised the thousands who hung with rapture on his accents, by such an array of talents, such an exhibition of capacity, such a display of powers, as are unparalleled in the annals of oratory! a display that reflects the highest honor upon himself, lustre upon letters, renown upon parliament, glory upon the country.

8. "Of all species of rhetoric, of every kind of eloquence that has been witnessed or recorded, either in ancient or modern times: whatever the acutness of the bar, the dig. nity of the senate, the solidity of the judgment seat, and the sacred morality of the pulpit, have hitherto furnished, nothing has surpassed, nothing has equalled, what we have this day heard in Westminster hall.

9. "No holy seer of religion, no sage, no statesman, no orator, no man of any literary description whatever, has come up, in the one instance, to the pure sentiments of morality; or, in the other, to that variety of knowledge, force of imagination, propriety and vivacity of allusion, beauty and elegance of diction, strength and copiousness of style, pathos and sublimity of conception, to which we have this day listened with ardor and admiration. From poetry up to eloquence, there is not a species of composition of which a complete and perfect specimen might not, from that single speech, be culled and collected."

NEW MISSIONARY HYMN.

1. Yes, my native land, I love thee,
All thy scenes, I love them well,
Friends, connexions, happy country!
Can I bid you all farewell!

Can I leave you—

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

2. Home! thy joys are passing lovely;
Joys no stranger-heart can tell!
Happy home! indeed I love thee !
Can I, can I say, Farewell?
Can I leave thee-

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

3. Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and Sabbath bell,
Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure!
Can I say a last farewell?

Can I leave you

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

4. Yes! I hasten from you gladly,

From the scenes I loved so well;
Far away, ye billows, bear me :
Lovely, native land, farewell!
Pleased I leave thee-

Far in heathen lands to dwell.

5. In the deserts let me labor,

On the mountains let me tell,
How He died-the blessed Savior,
To redeem a world from hell!
Let me hasten,

Far in heathen lands to dwell.

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6. Bear me on, thou restless ocean;
Let the winds, the canvass swell-
Heaves my heart with warm emotion,
While I go far hence to dwell;

Glad I bid thee,

Native land-FAREWELL, FAREWELL!-S. F. Smith.

DAVID'S CONFIDENCE IN GOD'S GRACE.

1. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me

beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever..-Psalm xxiii.

ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.

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1. No man, Scipio, shall ever persuade me, that the excellent persons whom I have known, but whom I need not mention, would have performed so many exploits that were to descend to posterity, had they not in their own minds been convinced, that they had an interest in posterity, and that they were to superintend its actions. imagine that I (for I must be indulged in a little of an old man's boasting) would have undertaken so many toils,, by day and by night, at home and abroad, did I think that the period of my glory was to be the same with that of my Itfe? Would it not have been wiser in me to have passed my days in ease and retirement, without stir, and without struggle?

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2. But, I know not how, my soaring soul always looked upon posterity in such a light as if she was not to enjoy real life, till she had left the body. And, indeed, were not our souls immortal, never would it happen, that the souls of the best of men, should always be the most passionate after an immortality of glory. You see, that the wiser a man is, he goes with a greater calmness out of life; and the more stupid he is, he is the more disturbed by death.

3. Are you not, then, sensible that the mind, which has the most comprehensive and the most penetrating view, perceives that it is going to a better place, which the dull eye of more blunted reason, cannot discern? For my own part, I am transported with the hope of again seeing our

fathers, whom, in life, I honored and loved. And I pant to meet not only with those with whom I have been ac quainted in life; but with those of whom I have heard, of whom I have read, and of whom I myself have written.

4. It would be, indeed, a masterly power that should hinder my journey to them, even though it should again grind me into youth. Nay, should a god give me the boon of going at this my age, into second childhood, and of puling in the cradle, yet would I reject it; for I have no notion of beginning anew the race I have finished, or of being set back to the starting post just as I have run round the course. Can any man think that the pleasures over. balance the toils of living? But, supposing they do; yet still pleasures will cloy, and they must end. And yet I have no mind to complain, (as many learned men have done,) of life; neither do I repent that I have lived, because I have lived so as to answer life's purposes.

5. And I leave life, not as I would do my home, but as I would an inn for nature gave it to us, not as our dwelling, but our lodging place. O, glorious day! when I shall arrive at that divine senate and society of departed spirits, when I shall bid adieu to the bustle and pollution of this world! Then I will repair, not only to the great men to whom I have alluded, but to my Cato, to my son,―a man never exceeded by any, either in the goodness of his heart, or the excellency of his morals.

6. His body I burnt; these old hands performed for him the duties which he ought to have paid to me. Yet did not his soul forsake me ! No it is still looking back upon his father, and assuredly inhabits those mansions to which he knew I would follow him. If I seem to bear my loss with fortitude, it is not because I am indifferent about it, but be. cause I comfort myself with thoughts that we shall not long be separated from one another.

7. Scipio, it is by these means, that old age is lightsome to me; nay, it is so far from being a trouble, that it is a pleasure to me. As to my opinion, that the souls of men are immortal: if it is a mistake, it is a mistake of the most pleasing nature; and never while I breathe, shall I be willing to be cured of an imposition that gives me so much

delight. But if, as some minute philosopers hold, all consciousness is at an end with life, I shall not be afraid of being laughed at by the dead philosophers.

8. But, supposing we are not to be immortal, yet a man ought to wish to leave the world at a proper time. For nature, as she prescribes bounds to every thing else, has likewise prescribed a period for our living. Now, old age, like the winding up of a play, winds up our life, the tiresomeness of which we ought to avoid, especially if we are satiated with living. -Cicero.

The words in italic in the above extract from Cicero's suggestions on "The Immortality of the Soul," are part of the inscriptions that were put upon those monuments which parents erected for their children. The extract is from "Cicero's Treatise concerning the Moral Duties of Mankind, a Future State, and the Means of making Old Age Happy.'

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Those who may read the extract here given from Cicero, will perceive how admirable and deeply interesting are the views which he took of the destiny which awaited him. Nothing could recconcile him, nor can any thing reconcile us, to the loss of the society of beloved relatives and friends, but the confident hope of meeting them again, beyond "these sable shores," and of dwelling and rejoicing together, by partaking of the sweets of perfect freedom and the solemn feasts of religion, while "eternity may circle onward."

OF ELOCUTION.

1. Elocution is the art or the act of so delivering our own thoughts and sentiments, or the thoughts and sentiments of others, as not only to convey to those around us, with precision, force, and harmony, the full purport and meaning of the words and sentences in which these thoughts are clothed; but also to excite and to impress upon their minds, the feelings, the imaginations, and the passions by which those thoughts are dictated, or with which they should naturally be accompanied.

2. Elocution, therefore, in its more ample and liberal signification, is not confined to the mere exercise of the organs of speech. It embraces the whole theory and prac. tice of the exterior demonstration of the inward workings of the mind.

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