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

That were not born to die.


7. (Now when fair morn orient in Heaven appear'd,

Up rose the victor Angels, and to arms

The matin trumpet sung: in arms they stood
Of golden panoply, refulgent host,

5 Soon banded; others from the dawning hills
Look'd round, and scouts each coast light armed scour,
Each quarter, to descry the distant foe,
Where lodg'd, or whither fled, or if for fight,
In motion or in halt: him soon they met
10 Under spread ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion; back with speediest sail
Zophiel, of Cherubim the swiftest wing,
Came fly'ing, and in mid air aloud thus cry'd.


(0°) ARM, Warriors, arm for fight--the foe at hand, 15 Whom fled we thought, will save us long pursuit This day; fear not his flight: so thick a cloud He comes, and settled in his face I see Sad resolution and secure; let each His adamantine coat gird well,-and each 20 Fit well his helm,-gripe fast his orbid shield, Borne ev'n or high; for this day will pour down, If I conjecture ought, no drizzling shower, But rattling storm of arrows barb'd with fire.'

(6) So warn'd he them, aware themselves, and soon 25 In order, quit of all impediment;

Instant, without disturb, they took alarm,
And onward move, embattled: when behold,
Not distant far, with heavy pace the foe

Approaching, gross and huge, in hollow cube, 30 Training his devilish enginry, impal'd

On every side with shadowing squadrons deep, To hide the fraud. At interview both stood A while; but suddenly at head appear'd Satan, and thus was heard commanding loud. 35 (0°) VANGUARD, to right and left the front unfold; That all may see who hate us, how we seek Peace and composure, and with open breast Stand ready to receive them, if they like Our overture, and turn not back


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26] Page 125. Expression.

The Exercises arranged in this class belong to the general head of the pathetic and delicate. As this has been partly anticipated under another head of the Exercises, and as the manner of execution in the case depends wholly on emotion, there can be little assistance rendered by a notation. Before reading the pieces in this class, the remarks of the Analysis p. 125-128 should be reviewed; and the mind should be prepared to feel the spirit of each piece, by entering fully into the circumstances of the case.

1. Genesis xliv. Judah's speech to Joseph.

18 *Then Judah came near unto him, and said, O my lord, let thy servant, I pray thee, speak a word in my lord's ears, and let not thine anger burn against thy servant for thou art even as Pharaoh.-19 My lord asked his servants, saying, Have ye a father, or a brother?-20 And we said unto my lord, We have a father, an old man, and a child of his old age, a little one: and his brother is dead, and he alone is left of his mother, and his father loveth him.-21 And thou saidst unto thy servants, Bring him down unto me, that I may set mine eyes upon him.--22 And we said unto my lord, The lad cannot

* The reader is again desired to bear in mind that in extracts from the Bible, as well as other books, Italic words denote empha-Bis.

leave his father: for if he should leave his father, his father would die.--23 And thou saidst unto thy servants, Except your youngest brother come down with you, ye shall see my face no more.-24 And it came to pass, when we came up unto thy servant my father, we told him the words of my lord.-25 And our father said, Go again, and buy us a little food.-26 And we said, We cannot go down: if our youngest brother be with us, then will we go down; for we may not see the man's face, except our youngest brother be with us.--27 And thy servant my father said unto us, Ye know that my wife bear me two sons :--28 And the one went out from me, and I said, Surely he is torn in pieces; and I saw him not since :-- -29 And if ye take this also from me, and mischief befall him, ye shall bring down my grey hairs with sorrow to the grave.-30 Now therefore when I come to thy servant my father, and the lad be not with us; (seeing that his life is bound up in the lad's life ;)-31 It shall come to pass, when he seeth that the lad is not with us, that he will die: and thy servants shall bring down the grey hairs of thy servant our father with sorrow to the grave.-32 For thy servant became surety for the lad unto my father, saying, If I bring him not unto thee, then I shall bear the blame to my father forever.-33 Now therefore, I pray thee, let thy servant abide instead of the lad, a bond-man to my lord; and let the lad go up with his brethren.-34 For how shall I go up to my father, and the lad be not with me? lest peradventure I see the evil that shall come on my father.

2. GENESIS XLV. Joseph disclosing himself.

1. Then Joseph could not refrain himself before all them that stood by him; and he cried, Cause every man to go out from me. And there stood no man with him while Joseph made himself known unto his brethren.-2 And he wept aloud: and the Egyptians and the house of Pharaoh heard.-3 And Joseph said unto his brethren,

I am Joseph; doth my father yet live? And his brethren could not answer him; for they were troubled at his presence.-4 And Joseph said unto his brethren, Come near to me, I pray you and they came near. And he said, I am Joseph your brother, whom ye sold into Egypt. 5 Now therefore be not grieved, nor angry with yourselves, that ye sold me hither: for God did send me before you to preserve life. 6 For these two years hath the famine been in the land and yet there are five years, in the which there shall neither be earing nor harvest. 7 And God sent me before you, to preserve you a posterity in the earth, and to save your lives by a great deliverance. 8 So now it was not you that sent me hither, but God: and he hath made me a father to Pharaoh, and lord of all his house, and a ruler throughout all the land of Egypt. 9 Haste ye, and go up to my father, and say unto him, Thus saith thy son Joseph, God hath made me lord of all Egypt; come down unto me, tarry not: 10 And thou shalt dwell in the land Goshen, and thou shalt be near unto me, thou, and thy children, and thy children's children, and thy flocks, and thy herds, and all that thou hast: 11 And there will I nourish thee, (for yet there are five years of famine,) lest thou, and thy household, and all that thou hast come to poverty. 12 And behold, your eyes see, and the eyes of my brother Benjamin, that it is my mouth that speaketh unto you. 13 And ye shall tell my father of all my glory in Egypt, and of all that ye have seen; and ye shall haste, and bring down my father hither. 14 And he fell upon his brother Benjamin's neck, and wept; and Benjamin wept upon his neck. 15 Moreover, he kissed all his brethren, and wept upon them and after that his brethren talked with him.

25 And they went up out of Egypt, and came into the land of Canaan unto Jacob their father, 26 And told him, saying, JOSEPH is yet ALIVE, and he is governor over all the land of Egypt. And Jacob's heart fainted, for he believed them not. 27 And they told him all the words of Joseph, which he had said unto them: and when he

saw the waggons which Joseph had sent to carry him, the spirit of Jacob their father revived: 28 And Israel said, It is enough; Joseph my son is yet alive: I will go and see him before I die.


The death of a friend.

1 I fain would sing:-but ah! I strive in vain. Sighs from a breaking heart my voice confound, With trembling step, to join yon weeping train, I haste, where gleams funereal glare around, And, mix'd with shrieks of wo, the knells of death resound.

2 Adieu, ye lays, that Fancy's flowers adorn,
The soft amusement of the vacant mind!
He sleeps in dust, and all the Muses mourn,
He, whom each virtue fired, each grace refined,
Friend, teacher, pattern, darling of mankind!
He sleeps in dust. Ah, how shall I pursue
My theme! To heart-consuming grief resign'd,
Here on his recent grave I fix my view,
And pour my bitter tears. Ye flowery lays, adieu !

3 Art thou, my GREGORY, forever fled!
And am I left to unavailing wo!

When fortune's storms assail this weary head,
Where cares long since have shed untimely snow,
Ab, now for comfort whither shall I go !

No more thy soothing voice my anguish cheers:
Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow,
My hopes to cherish, and allay my fears.
'Tis meet that I should mourn : flow forth afresh my tears.



The Sabbath.

How still the morning of the hallowed day!
Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush'd

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