"Woman," the old judge crabbedly said- An idler and rioter, ruffian and thief. The jury did right, for the facts were plain; The sentence the court imposes is one- The tipstaves grinned at the words she spoke, An angry look and a shadow of shame. The judge for a moment bent his head, But a rock was struck in that callous heart, THE STUDY OF ELOQUENCE. CICERO. I cannot conceive anything more excellent, than to be able, by language, to captivate the affections, to charm the understanding, and to impel or restrain the will of whole assemblies, at pleasure. Among every free people, especially in peaceful, settled governments, this single art has always eminently flourished, and always exercised the greatest sway. For what can be more surprising than that, amidst an infinite multitude, one man should appear, who shall be the only, or almost the only man capable of doing what Nature has put in every man's power? Or, can any thing impart such exquisite pleasure to the ear and to the intellect, as a speech in which the wisdom and dignity of the sentiments are heightened by the ut most force and beauty of expression? Is there any thing so commanding, so grand, as that the eloquence of one man should direct the inclinations of the people, the consciences of judges, and the majesty of senates? Nay, farther, can aught be esteemed so great, sɔ generous, so public-spirited, as to assist the suppliant, to rear the prostrate, to communicate happiness, to avert danger, and to save a fellow-citizen from exile? Can any thing be so necessary, as to keep those arms always in readiness, with which you may defend yourself, attack the profligate, and redress your own, or your country's wrongs? But let us consider this accomplishment as detached from public business, and from its wonderful efficacy in popular assemblies, at the bar, and in the senate; can any thing be more agreeable, or more endearing in private life, than elegant language? For the great characteristic of our nature, and what eminently distinguishes us from brutes, is the faculty of social conversation, the power of expressing our thoughts and sentiments by words. To excel mankind, therefore, in the exercise of that very talent, which gives them the preference to the brute creation, is what every body must not only admire, but look upon as the just object of the most indefatigable pursuit. And now, to mention the chief point of all, what other power could have been of sufficient efficacy to bring together the vagrant individuals of the human race; to tame their savage manners; to reconcile them to social life; and, after cities were founded, to mark out laws, forms, and constitutions, for their government?-Let me, in a few words, sum up this almost boundless subject. I lay it down as a maxim, that upon the wisdom and abilities of an accomplished orator, not only his own dignity, but the welfare of vast numbers of individuals, and even of the whole state, must greatly depend. WIDDER BUDD. I'm fifty, I'm fair, an without a gray hair, When I think o' Zerubbabel Lee, I declare Last night he wuz here, an' I told him to "clear"- Some offers I've had that I can not call bad, It took me so quick that it felt like a kick- Sez I, "You kin go-I'm not wantin a beau;" Sez he, ez he rose, "I hev come to propose." Sez I, “You kin go, an' see Hepzibah Stow— "Mariar," ses he," Widder Tompkins an' me An', seein' ez we can't decide to agree, I guess that I better hed go." He picked up his hat from the chair where it sat Sez I, with a look that I'm sure he mistook, My face got ez red ez our old waggin-shed— Sez he, "I am done. Good night, leetle one." To-day, Isaac Beers, with his snickers and sneers, Dropped in jest to see about buyin' my steers, Sez I, "You jest quit; I don't like you a bit; You can't come your sawder on me. You'd better behave till Jane's cold in her grave, Your manners is ruther too free." When dear David died (sniff-sniff), ez I sot by his side(sniff -sniff); He ketched up my hand in his own (sniff-sniff); He squeezed it awhile (sniff-sniff), an' he sez with a smile (sniff-sniff), "You'll soon be a widder alone (sniff-sniff—sniff), An' when I am gone (sniff-sniff) don't you fuss an' take on (sniff-sniff) Like old Widder Dorothy Day (sniff—sniff). Look out fur your tin (sniff-sniff) if you marry agin (sniff --sniff), Nor throw your affections away (sniff -sniff—sniff). My children hev grown, an' have homes o' their ow They're doin' ez well ez they can (wipes her eyes and nose): An' I'm gettin' sick o' this livin' alone- I wouldn't mind havin' a man. Fur David hez gone to the mansion above His body is cold in the ground, Ef you know of a man who would marry for love, Jest find him an' send him around. KATE SHELLY.- EUGENE J. HALL. Have you heard how a girl saved the lightning express,Of Kate Shelly, whose father was killed on the road? Were he living to-day, he'd be proud to possess Such a daughter as Kate. Ah! 'twas grit that she showed On that terrible evening when Donahue's train Jumped the bridge and went down, in the darkness and rain. She was only eighteen, but a woman in size, With a figure as graceful and lithe as a doe; With peach-blossom cheeks, and with violet eyes, With a nature unspoiled and unblemished by art- And shrieks through the vibrating telegraphi-wires; The scream of a whistle! the rush of a train! Kate Shelly recoils at the terrible crash; The sounds of destruction she happens to hear; And then through her soul in a moment there flies Whirls and seethes through the timbers. She shudders again: "The bridge! To Moingona God help me to go!" Then closely about her she gathers her gown Then carefully over the timbers she creeps On her hands and her knees, almost holding her breath. The loud thunder peals and the wind wildly sweeps, And struggles to hurry her downward to death; But the thought of the train to destruction so near Removes from her soul every feeling of fear. With the blood dripping down from each torn, bleeding limb, Slowly over the timbers her dark way she feels; |