"War knows no rest, War owns no Sabbath; war, with impious toil GRAHAME. EE yonder far-extended waste,— To ruin and destruction doomed ; By many a stately mansion graced, Once like a paradise it bloomed: See yonder city, once the boast And pride of all the country round, By some revengeful warrior-host Laid waste, and levelled to the ground. Who but an angel could portray The all-appalling scenes of war The blood, the bones, that track its way, Alluring vultures from afar. Faturity. "Our reason prompts us to a future state, M DRYDEN. UST all our hopes of joys to come Dissolve and perish when we die? Our prospects of a future home Fade like a meteor in the sky? Would He whose sun shall ne'er decline, Predestine man to such a fate? But for a moment here to shine, Such vast intelligence create? No! though the heavens shall pass away, The pillars of the earth decay, And in one awful ruin blend : No spirit shall unnumbered be When the archangel's trump shall sound; No soul but in eternity, Blest or accursed, shall be found. H Kindness. "I would not enter on my list of friends, (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm." COWPER. GOD! assist me in this task of mine, And let Thy Spirit dictate every line; May every sentence emanate from Thee, And the young eagle's daily want supplies; Whose chart and compass guide the cuckoo's wing, Learn for their little ones, their young, to care Earth's fields are yours, and theirs the fields of air; Mar not a feather, ruffle not a wing, For God not only taught them how to sing, Placed by indulgent Heaven beneath his care, The oft-repeated lash, th' inhuman stroke: Ah! no-that God whose word the tempest stills, Who owns the cattle on a thousand hills, Marks every act of cruelty that's done, And none can His avenging angel shun. Tyranny. The two succeeding Pieces were written after reading the following paragraph in the Preface to Napoleon's "Julius Cæsar:" "When Providence raises up such men as Cæsar, Charlemagne, and Napoleon, it is to trace out to the nations the path they ought to follow, to stamp a new era with the seal of their genius, and to accomplish in a few years the work of many centuries. Happy the nations who comprehend and follow them! Woe to those who misunderstand and resist them! they are like the Jews, they crucify their Messiah; they are blind and guilty-blind, for they see not the impotence of their efforts to suspend the final triumph of good; guilty, for they only retard its progress by impeding its prompt and fertile application." "One murder makes a villain, Millions a hero." "Princes were privileged to kill, And numbers sanctified the crime." BISHOP PORTEOUS. HE warrior chief of noble heart, Who at his country's bidding goes The tyrant from his throne to start, Is worthy of his country's praise, |