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8. Stout Skippon hath a wound; the centre hath given ground: Hark! hark! What means this trampling of horsemen in our

rear? Whose banner do I see, boys? 'Tis he, thank God, 'tis he, boys.

Bear up another minute : brave Oliver is here.

9. Their heads all stooping low, their points all in a row,

Like a whirlwind on the trees, like a deluge on the dykes 4, Our cuirassiers have burst on the ranks of the Accurst,

And at a shock have scattered the forest of his pikes.

10. Fast, fast, the gallants ride, in some safe nook to hide

Their coward heads, predestined 5 to rot on Temple Bar;
And he -- he turns, he flies: — shame on those cruel eyes

That bore to look on torture, and dare not look on war.

I RĀMENT. Apparel ; dress. 14 DEKE. A channel to receive water; : RöÚT. A noisy crowd; rabble. I a ditch ; also, a mound to hinder 8 CUÎ'RẠSS (kwè'ras). A piece of de inundation.

fensive armor for the upper part 5 PRE-DES'TỊNED. Decreed ; foreor of the body.

dained; preordained.

CVIII. – APPEAL FOR IRELAND.

HENRY CLAY. Henry Clay, an eminent American statesman and orator, was born in the county of Hanover, Virginia, April 12, 1777, and died June 29, 1852. In his twenty-first year he removed to Kentucky, and commenced the practice of law. In 1806 he was chosen to the Senate of the United States, to fill a vacancy, and from this time to that of his death he was almost always in the service of his country, as member of the House of Representatives or of the Senate. During the presidency of John Quincy Adams, he was Secretary of State. He was a man of commanding eloquence, powerful understanding, energetic will, and peculiarly fascinating manners. The following piece is from a speech delivered by him at New Orleans, February 4, 1847.]

1. Mr. PRESIDENT: If we were to hear that large numbers of the inhabitants of Asia, or Africa, or Australia, or the remotest. part of the globe, were daily dying with hunger and famine, - no matter what their color, what their religion, or what their civilization, — we should

deeply lament their condition, and be irresistibly prompted to mitigate', if possible, their sufferings.

2. But it is not the distresses of any such distant regions that have summoned us together on this occasion. The appalling and heart-rending distresses of Ireland and Irishmen form the object of our present consultation. That Ireland, which has been, in all the vicissitudes ? of our national existence, our friend, and has ever extended to us her warmest sympathy — those Irishmen, who, in every war in which we have been engaged, on every battle-field, from Quebec to Monterey, have stood by us, shoulder to shoulder, and shared in all the perils and fortunes of the conflict.

3. The imploring appeal comes to us from the Irish nation, which is so identified with our own as to be almost part and parcel of ours, bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh. Nor is it any ordinary case of human misery, or a few isolated cases of death by starvation, that we are called upon to consider. Famine is stalking abroad throughout Ireland; whole towns, counties — countless human beings, of every age, and of both sexes — at this very moment are starving, or in danger of starving, to death.

4. Behold the wretched Irish mother, — with haggard looks and streaming eyes, — her famished children clinging to her tattered garments, and gazing piteously in her face, begging for food! And see the distracted husband and father, with palid cheeks, standing by, horror and despair depicted in his countenance – tortured with the reflection that he can afford no succor or relief to the dearest objects of his heart, about to be siatched forever from him by the most cruel of all deaths !

5. This is no fancy picture; but, if we are to credit the terrible accounts which reach us from that theatre of misery and wretchedness, is one of daily occurrence, Indeed, no imagination can conceive, no tongue express, no pencil paint the horrors of the scenes which are there daily exhibited.

6. Shall starving Ireland plead in vain ? shall the young and the old — dying women and children — stretch out their hands to us for bread, and find no relief? Will not this great city, the world's storehouse of an exhaustless supply of all kinds of food, borne to its overflowing warehouses by the Father of Waters,* act, on this occasion, in a manner worthy of its high destiny, and obey the noble impulses of the generous hearts of its blessed inhabitants ?

1 MYT !-GĀTE. Render less severe; 4 STÂLK'ING. Walking proudly, as on soften; alleviate.

stilts. 2 VI-CIS'SI-TŪDEŞ. Changes.

5 RE-FLÈC'Tion. Thought thrown 5 IŞİQ-LĀT-ED, Detached : separate. back upon the past; meditation.

CIX. – A GOOD DAUGHTER.

PALFREY.

[John Gorham Palfrey is a native of Boston. He was for many years a settled clergyman in his native city, and afterwards a professor in the Divinity School of Harvard College. Retiring from the pulpit, he was, for three years, Secretary of State in Massachusetts, and was chosen to Congress in 1817. He is the author of a History of New England, of " Lectures on the Jewish Scriptures and Antiquities," and various other works.)

1. A GOOD daughter!— there are other ministries' of ove, more conspicuous than hers, but none in which a gentler, lovelier spirit dwells, and none to which the heart's warm requitals’ more joyfully respond. There is no such thing as a comparative estimate of a parent's affection for one or another child. There is little which he needs to covet, to whom the treasure of a good child has been given.

* A name sometimes given to the Mississippi River.

2. But a son's occupations and pleasures carry him more abroad; and he lives more among temptations, which hardly permit the affection that is following him, perhaps over half the globe, to be wholly unmingled with anxiety, till the time when he comes to relinquish the shelter of his father's roof for one of his own; while a good daughter is the steady light of her parent's house.

3. Her idea is indissolubly connected with that of his happy fireside. She is his morning sunlight, and his even. ing-star. The grace, and vivacity, and tenderness of her sex, have their place in the mighty sway which she holds over his spirit. The lessons of recorded wisdom, which he reads with her eyes, come to his mind with a new charm, as they blend with the beloved melody of her voice. He scarcely knows weariness which her song does not make him forget, or gloom which is proof against the young brightness of her smile. She is the pride and ornament of his hospitality“, and the gentle nurse of his sickness, and the constant agent in those nameless, numberless acts of kindness, which one chiefly cares to have rendered, because they are unpretending but all-expressive proofs of love.

4. And then what a cheerful sharer is she, and what an able lightener, of a mother's cares! What an ever-present delight and triumph to a mother's affection! O, how little do those daughters know of the power which God has committed to them, and the happiness God would have them enjoy, who do not, every time that a parent's eye rests on them, bring rapture to a parent's heart!

5. A true love will, almost certainly, always greet their approaching steps. That they will hardly alienate. But their ambition should be, not to have it a love merely which feelings implanted by nature excite, but one made intense and overflowing by approbation of worthy con. duct; and she is strangely blind to her own happiness, as well as undutiful to them to whom she owes the most, in whom the perpetual appeals of parental disinterestedness do not call forth the prompt and full echo of filial devotion. 1 MIN'IS-TRỊEŞ. Acts; services ;| 4 HÓS-PI-TĂL'I-TY. Attention or kinde offices.

ness to strangers ; generous enterRE-QUI'TẠL. Reward; recompense. tainment of guests. o IN-DIS'SQ-LY-BL¥. Inseparably. 6 RĂPT'YRE. Excessive joy.

CX. — ARMY HYMN.

0. W. HOLMES.
1. O LORD of Hosts! Almighty King !

Behold the sacrifice we bring!
To every arm thy strength impart,

Thy Spirit shed through every heart.
2. Wake in our breasts the living fires,

The holy faith, that warmed our sires;
Thy hand hath made our nation free;

To die for her is serving thee.
3. Be thou a pillared flame to show

The midnight snare, the silent foe;
And when the battle thunders loud,

Still guide us in its moving cloud.
4. God of all Nations ! Sovereign Lord !

In thy dread name we draw the sword;
We lift the starry flag on high,

That fills with light our stormy sky.
5. From treason's rent, from murder's stain,

Guard thou its folds till Peace shall reign;
Till fort and field, till shore and sea,
Join our loud anthem,- Praise to Thee!

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