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“ Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around,
To hear my mournful story, in the pleasant vineyard' ground,
That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day was done,
Full many a corse lay ghastly pale, beneath the setting sun;
And, 'mid the dead and dying, were some grown old in wars, -
The death-wound on their gallant breasts, the last of many scars ;
And some were young, and suddenly beheld life's morn decline, –
And one had come from Bingen, — fair Bingen on the Rhine.

“Tell my mother, that her other son shall comfort her old age ;
For I was still ? a truant bird, that thought his home a cage.
For my father was a soldier, and even as a child
My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild;
And when he died, and left us to divide his scanty hoard”,
I let them take whate'er they would, – but kept my father's sword;
And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine,
On the cottage wall at Bingen, - çalm Bingen on the Rhine.

4. “Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head, When the troops come marching home again, with glad and gallant tread; But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier, too, and not afraid to die : And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name, To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame; And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine), For the honor of old Bingen, — dear Bingen on the Rhine.

5. “ There's another — not a sister ; in the happy days gone by ; You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye; Too innocent for colquetry 4, – too fond for idle scorning, O, friend ! I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning! Tell her the last night of my life, — (for ere the moon be risen, My body will be out of pain, my soul be out of prison), I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine On the yine-clad hills of Bingen, — fair Bingen on the Rhine.


“I saw the blue Rhine sweep along, — I heard, or seemed to hear, The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear ;

And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill,
The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still ;
And her glad blue eyes were on me, as we passed with friendly talk,
Down many a path beloved of yore, and well-remembered walk !
And her little hand lay lightly, confidingly in mine, -
But we'll meet no more ai Bingen, - loved Bingen on the Rhine.”

His trembling voice grew faint and hoarse, — his grasp was childish

weak, — His eyes put on a dying look, — he sighed and ceased to speak; His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life had fled, The soldier of the Legion in a foreign land was dead ! And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down On the red sand of the battle-field, with bloody corses strewn ; Yes, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemed to shine, As it shone on distant Bingen, — fair Bingen on the Rhine. I VINE'YẠRD. An enclosure for grape- 1 4 Co-QUÉTÄRY (here pronounced co'. vines.

quet-ry). The character and prao 2 STİLL. Always ; ever.

tice of a coquette; deceit or trifling HÒARD. A store laid up; a treasure. in love; flirtation.


1. “ANSWER, ye chiming' waves,

That now in sunshine sweep;
Speak to me from thy hidden caves,

Voice of the solemn deep!
2. “Hath man's lone spirit here

With storms in battle striven ?
Where all is now so calmly clear,

Hath anguish cried to Heaven ?”

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3. . Then the sea's voice arose,

Like an earthquake's under-tone, -
* Written near the scene of a recent shipwreck.

“ Mortal, the strife of human woes

Where hath not nature known?

4. “Here to the quivering mast

Despair hath wildly clung;
The shriek upon the wind hath past,

The midnight sky hath rung.
5. “And the youthful and the brave

With their beauty and renown,
To the hollow chambers of the wave

In darkness have gone down.

6. “They are vanished from their place,

Let their homes and hearths make moan; But the rolling waters keep no trace

Of pang or conflict gone.” 7. “Alas! thou baughty deep!

The strong, the sounding-far!
My heart before thee dies, - I weep

To think on what we are ! 8. “To think that so we pass,

High hope, and thought, and mind,
E'en as the breath-stain from the glass,

Leaving no sign behind !
9. “Saw'st thou nought else, thou main,

Thou and the midnight sky, —
Nought, save the struggle, brief and vain,

The parting agony ? ”
10. And the sea's voice replied, -

“Here nobler things have been !
Power with the valiant when they died,

To sanctify: the scene :

11. Courage, in fragileform,

Faith, trusting to the last,
Prayer, breathing heavenward through the storm,-

But all alike have passed."

12. “ Sound on, thou haughty sea !

These have not passed in vain;
My soul awakes, my hope springs free

On victor wings again.

13. “Thou from thine empire driven,

May'st vanish with thy powers;
But, by the hearts that here have striven,

A loftier doom is ours !"

I CHIM'ING. Sounding in harmony. 13 SĂNC'TI-F7. To make holy or sacred , VĂL'IẠNT (văl'yant). Intrepid in to consecrate. danger; heroic; brave.

| * FRĂG'ILE. Frail ; easily broken.




[William Henry Seward was born in Florida, New York, May 10, 1801. He was graduated at Union College, in 1819, and admitted to the bar in 1822. He was chosen governor of New York by the whigs, and reëlected in 1846. In February, 1849, he was chosen to the Senate of the United States, and continued a member of that body till the election of President Lincoln, when he became a member of his cabinet as Secretary of State. He is a man of patient and persevering industry, and his speeches, which are always carefully prepared, are marked by great literary merit.

The following extract is from a eulogy on John Quincy Adams, delivered before the legislature of New York, February 23, 1848.]

1. ONLY two years after the birth of John Quincy Ad. ams, there appeared on an island in the Mediterranean Sea, a human spirit, newly born, endowed with equal genius, without the regulating qualities of justice and benevolence

which Adams possessed in so eminent a degree. A like career opened to both. Born like Adams, a subject of a king, — the child of more genial skies, like him, became, in early life, a patriot, and a citizen of a new and great Republic. Like Adams, he lent his service to the state in precocious' youth, and in its hour of need, and won its confidence. But, unlike Adams, he could not wait the dull delays of slow and laborious, but sure advancement. He sought power by the hasty road that leads through fields of carnage; and he became, like Adams, a supreme magistrate, a consul?.

2. But there were other consuls. He was not content. He thrust them aside, and was consul alone. Consular power was too short. He fought new battles, and was consul for life. But power, confessedly derived from the people, must be exercised in obedience to their will, and must be resigned to them again, at least in death. He was not content. He desolated Europe afresh, subverted the Republic, imprisoned the patriarch? who presided over Rome's comprehensive see", and obliged him to pour on his head the sacred oil that made the persons of kings divine, and their right to reign indefeasible. He was an Emperor.

3. But he saw around him a mother, brothers, and sisters, not ennobled, whose humble state reminded him and the world that he was born a plebeian®; and he had no heir to wait impatient for the imperial crown. He scourged the earth again; and again Fortune smiled on him, even in his wild extravagance. He bestowed kingdoms and principalities on his kindred; put away the devoted wife of his youthful days, and another, a daughter of Hapsburg's imperial house, joyfully accepted his proud alliance. Offspring gladdened his anxious sight; a diadem was placed on its infant brow, and it received the homage of princes, even in its cradle. Now he was indeed a monarch, - a legitimate monarch -a monarch by divine appointment,

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