the infamous death of the cross, a Roman citizen? Shall neither the cries of innocence expiring in agony, nor the tears of pitying spectators, nor the majesty of the Roman commonwealth, nor the fear of the justice of his country, restrain the licentious and wanton cruelty of a monster, who, in confidence of his riches, strikes at the root of liberty and sets mankind at defiance?

MEETING OF DEATH AND SATAN.

"WHENCE, and what art thou, execrable shape! That darest, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates? Through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee: Retire or taste thy folly; and learn by proof, Hell-born! not to contend with spirits of heaven !” To whom the goblin, full of wrath, replied— "Art thou that traitor angel, art thou he, Who first broke peace in heaven, and faith, till then Unbroken, and in proud rebellious arms Drew after him the third part of heaven's sons Conjured against the Highest; for which both thou And they, outcast from God, are here condemned To waste eternal days in woe and pain? And reckon'st thou thyself with spirits of heaven, Hell-doomed! and breath'st defiance here and scorn, Where I reign king, and, to inflame thee more, Thy king and lord! Back to thy punishment, False fugitive! and to thy speed add wings, Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue Thy lingering, or with one stroke of this dart Strange horror seize thee, and pangs unfelt before."

[Milton.

THE QUARREL OF ACHILLES AND ATRIDES.

INSATIATE king! (Achilles thus replies),

Fond of the power, but fonder of the prize!

Would'st thou the Greeks their lawful prey should yield,

The due reward of many a well fought field?
The spoils of cities razed, and warriors slain,
We share with justice, as with toil we gain:
But, to resume, whate'er thy avarice craves,
(That trick of tyrants) may be borne by slaves; .
Yet if our chief for plunder only fight,
The spoils of Illion shall thy loss requite,
Whene'er by Jove's decree our conquering powers
Shall humble in the dust her lofty towers.

Then thus the king: Shall I my prize resign
With tame content and thou possessed of thine?
Great as thou art and like a god in fight,
Think not to rob me of a soldier's right.
At thy demand shall I restore the maid?
First let the just equivalent be paid;
Such as a king might ask; and let it be
A treasure worthy her, and worthy me.
Or, grant me this, or with a monarch's claim
This hand shall seize some other captive dame;
The mighty Ajax shall his prize resign,
Ulysses' spoils, e'en thy own be mine.
The man who suffers loudly may complain,
And rage he may, but he shall rage in vain.
At this Pelides, frowning stern, replied:
O! tyrant, arm'd with insolence and pride!
Inglorious slave to interest ever joined
With fraud, unworthy of a royal mind!
What generous Greek, obedient to thy word,

Shall form an ambush, or shall lift the sword?
What cause have I to war at thy decree?
The distant Trojans never injured me;

To Phthia's realms no hostile troops they led;
Safe in her vales my warlike coursers fed;
Far hence removed, the hoarse resounding main
And walls of rocks secure. my native reign;
Whose fruitful and luxuriant harvest grace,
Rich in her fruits and in her martial race.

[Pope.

THE SAME, CONTINUED.

FLY, mighty warrior! fly,

Thy aid we need not and thy threats defy—
Want not there chiefs in such a cause to fight,
And Jove himself shall guard a monarch's right.
Of all the kings (the gods' distinguished care)
To power superior none such hatred bear;
Strife and debate thy restless soul employ,

And wars and horrors are thy savage joy.

If thou hast strength, 't was heaven that strength be stow'd;

For know, vain man! thy valor is from God.
Haste, launch thy vessels, fly with speed away,
Rule thy own realms with arbitrary sway:

I heed thee not, but prize at equal rate

Thy short-lived friendship, and thy groundless hate.
Go, threat thy earth-born Myrmidons; but here
'Tis mine to threaten, prince, and thine to fear.
Know, if the god the beauteous dame demand,
My barque shall waft her to her native land:
But then prepare imperious prince! prepare,
Fierce as thou art, to yield thy captive fair;

E'en in thy tent, I'll seize the blooming prize,
Thy loved Briseïs with the radiant eyes.

Hence shalt thou prove my might, and curse the hour
Thou stood'st a rival of imperial power;

And hence to all our host it shall be known,

The kings are subject to the gods alone.
Achilles heard with grief and rage oppressed,
His heart swelled high, and labored in his breast.
Nor yet the rage his boiling breast forsook,
Which thus redoubling on Atrides broke.

THE SAME, CONTINUED.

O MONSTER! mix'd of insolence and fear, Thou dog in forehead, but in heart a deer! When wert thou known in ambushed fights to dare, Or nobly face the horrid front of war?

'Tis ours the chance of fighting fields to try,

Thine to look on, and bid the valiant die.
So much 't is safer through the camp to go
And rob a subject than despoil a foe.
Scourge of thy people, violent and base!
Sent in Jove's anger on a slavish race,
Who, lost to sense of generous freedom past,
Are tamed to wrongs, or this had been thy last.
Now by this sacred sceptre let me swear,

Which never more shall leaves or blossoms bear,
Which severed from the trunk, (as I from thee),
On the bare mountains left its parent tree;
This sceptre, formed by tempered steel to prove
An ensign of the delegates of Jove;
By this I swear when bleeding Greece again

Shall call Achilles, she shall call in vain;

When flushed with slaughter, Hector comes to spread
The purple shore with mountains of the dead,
Then shalt thou mourn the affront thy madness gave,
Forced to deplore, but impotent to save:
Then rage in bitterness. of soul to know

This act has made the bravest Greek thy foe.

He spoke and furious hurled against the ground
His sceptre starred with golden studs around.
Then sternly silent sat. With like disdain
The raging king returned his frowns again.

[Pope.

EMPLOYMENT OF INDIANS IN CIVILIZED WARFARE.

I AM astonished!-shocked! to hear such principles confessed, to hear them avowed in this house, or in this country,-principles equally unconstitutional, inhu man, and unchristian!

My lords, I did not intend to have encroached again upon your attention; but I cannot repress my indignation. I feel myself impelled by every duty. My lords, we are called upon as members of this house, as men, as Christian men, to protest against such notions standing near the throne, polluting the ear of majesty. "That God and nature put into our hands!"-I know not what ideas that lord may entertain of God and nature; but I know that such abominable principles are equally abhorrent to religion and humanity. What! to attribute the sacred sanction of God and nature to the massacre of the Indian scalping-knife,-to the cannibal savage, tor turing, murdering, roasting, and eating, literally, my lords, eating the mangled victims of his barbarous