Should tremble at his power:

In dreams through camp and court he bore
The trophies of a conqueror;

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In dreams his song of triumph heard;
Then wore his monarch's signet ring,-
Then pressed that monarch's throne, -a king;
As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing,
As Eden's garden bird.

2. At midnight, in the forest shades,
Bozzaris ranged his Suliote1 band,
True as the steel of their tried blades,
Heroes in heart and hand.

There had the Persian thousands stood,
There had the glad earth drunk their blood,
On old Platea's day;

And now there breathed that haunted air
The sons of sires who conquered there,
With arm to strike, and soul to dare,
As quick, as far, as they.

3. An hour passed on,—the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last;

He woke, to hear his sentries shriek

"To arms!- they come! - The Greek! the Greek!" He woke, to die midst flame and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke,

And death-shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band

"Strike till the last armed foe expires!

Strike for your altars and your fires!
Strike - for the green graves of your sires!
God, and your native land!"

4. They fought, like brave men, long and well;
They piled the ground with Moslem' slain:
They conquered; but Bozzaris fell,
Bleeding at every vein.

His few surviving comrades saw

His smile, when rang their proud hurrah,
And the red field was won;

Then saw in death his eyelids close,
Calmly, as to a night's repose,

Like flowers at set of sun.

5. Come to the bridal chamber, Death!
Come to the mother's, when she feels
For the first time her first-born's breath;
Come when the blesséd seals

That close the pestilence are broke,
And crowded cities wail its stroke;
Come in Consumption's ghastly form,
The earthquake shock, the ocean storm;
Come when the heart beats high and warm,

With banquet song, and dance, and wine,—
And thou art terrible: the tear,

The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,
And all we know, or dream, or fear,
Of agony, are thine.

6. But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word,
And in its hollow tones are heard

The thanks of millions yet to be.
Bozzaris! with the storied brave
Greece nurtured in her glory's time,
Rest thee: there is no prouder grave,
Even in her own proud clime.

We tell thy doom without a sigh;

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For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's, -
One of the few, the immortal names,

That were not born to die!

1 SUP'PLI-ANCE.

Supplication; en

treaty; submission.

& TROPHIES. Memorials of victory. > SIG/NET RING. A ring containing a signet or seal of authority.

4 SO'LI-OTE. An inhabitant of Suli, & mountainous district of Greece.

5 MŎS/LEM. Mussulmen; Turks. STO'RIED. Celebrated or mentioned in story.

XXIX. — THE HARD-HEARTED RICH MAN.
NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

1. OLD Jacob Stock! The chimes of the clock were not more punctual in proclaiming the progress of time, than in marking the regularity of his visits at the temples of Plutus in Threadneedle Street and Bartholomew Lane. His devotion to them was exemplary. In vain the wind and the rain, the hail and the sleet, battled against his rugged front. Not the slippery ice, nor the thickfalling snow, nor the whole artillery of elementary2 warfare, could check the plodding perseverance of the man of the world, or tempt him to lose the chance which the morning, however unpropitious it seemed in its external aspect, might yield him of profiting by the turn of a fraction.

2. He was a stout-built, round-shouldered, squab-looking3 man, of a bearish aspect. His features were hard, and his heart was harder. You could read the interest-table in the wrinkles of his brow, trace the rise and fall of stocks by the look of his countenance, while avarice, selfishness, and money-getting glared from his gray, glassy eye. Nature had poured no balm into his breast, nor was his gross and earthly mould" susceptible of pity. A single look of his would daunt the most importunate petitioner

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that ever attempted to extract hard coin by the soft rhet oric of a heart-moving tale.

3. The wife of one whom he had known in better days pleaded before him for her sick husband and famishing infants. Jacob, on occasions like these, was a man of few words. He was as chary of them as of his money, and he let her come to the end of her tale without interruption. She paused for a reply, but he gave none. "Indeed, he is very ill, sir." "Can't help it." "We are very distressed." "Can't help it." "Our poor children, too—." "Can't help that either."

4. The petitioner's eye looked a mournful reproach, which would have interpreted itself to any other heart but his, "Indeed, you can;" but she was silent. Jacob felt more awkwardly than he had ever done in his life. His hand involuntarily scrambled about his breeches' pocket. There was something like the weakness of human nature stirring within him. Some coin had unconsciously worked its way into his hand-his fingers insensibly closed; but the effort to draw them forth, and the impossibility of effecting it without unclosing them, roused the dormant selfishness of his nature, and restored his self-possession.

5. "He has been very extravagant." "Ah, sir, he has been very unfortunate, not extravagant." "Unfortunate! Ah, it's the same thing. Little odds, I fancy. For my part, I wonder how folks can be unfortunate. I was never unfortunate. Nobody need be unfortunate if they look after the main chance. I always looked after the main chance." "He has had a large family to maintain." "Ah, married foolishly! no offence to you, ma'am. But when poor folks marry poor folks, what are they to look for, you know? Besides, he was so foolishly fond of assisting others. If a friend was sick, or in jail, out came his purse, and then his creditors might go whistle. Now, if he had married a woman with money, you know, why then

6. The supplicant turned pale, and was near fainting. Jacob was alarmed; not that he sympathized, but a woman's fainting was a scene that he had not been used to: besides, there was an awkwardness about it; for Jacob was a bachelor.

7. Sixty summers had passed over his head without imparting a ray of warmth to his heart; without exciting one tender feeling for the sex, deprived of whose cheering presence the paradise of the world were a wilderness of weeds. So he desperately extracted a crown piece from the depth profound, and thrust it hastily into her hand. The action recalled her wandering senses. She blushed it was the honest blush of pride at the meanness of the gift. She courtesied; staggered towards the door; opened it; closed it; raised her hand to her forehead, and burst into tears.

1 PLŪTYS. The god of wealth among | STŎскs. Property or shares in a the ancient Greeks.

2 EL-E-MENT'A-RY. Relating to or explaining elements or first principles; here, of or belonging to one or more of the four elements, earth, air, water, fire.

national or other public debt; also,
shares in a corporation, such as a
railroad company, a bank, &c.

5 CHARY. Sparing; careful.
6 DÖR'MANT. Slumbering; sleeping;
suspended.

8 SQUÂB-LOOK'ĮNG (lûk-). Short and 7 MAIN CHANCE. That which best thick. serves one's own interest.

[Washington Irving, author of "The Sketch Book," "Bracebridge Hall,” "Astoria," "Life of Columbus," "Life of Washington," and various other well-known works, was born in the city of New York, April 8, 1783, and dieu November 28, 1859. Of all our writers, no one is so generally popular; and the universal favor with which his works are received is due, not merely to their great literary merits, their graceful style, rich humor, and unaffected pathos, but also to the fact that they are so strongly marked by the genial and amiable traits of the writer, which were conspicuous in his life, and made him beloved by all who knew him.

The following extract is taken from "Wolfert's Roost," one of his late pub