And, louder than the bolts of Heaven,
Far flashed the red artillery.

And redder yet those fires shall glow
On Linden's hills of blood-stained snow,
And darker yet shall be the flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

'Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun
Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun,
Where furious Frank and fiery Hun

Shout, in their sulphurous canopy.

The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory, or the grave!
Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave!

And charge with all thy chivalry!

Ah! few shall part where many meet!
The snow shall be their winding sheet,
And every turf, beneath their feet,

Shall be a soldier's sepulcher.

CAMPBELL.

Iser we pronounce E'ser; Munich, Mu'nik; chivalry, shiv'alry.

ROLLA'S SPEECH.

My brave associates, — partners of my toil, my feelings, and my fame! can Rolla's words add vigor to the virtuous energies which inspire your hearts? No! You have judged, as I have, the foulness of the crafty plea by which these bold invaders would delude you. Your generous spirit has compared, as mine has, the motives which, in a war like this, can animate their minds and ours. They, by a strange frenzy

driven, fight for power, for plunder, and extended rule; we, for our country, our altars, and our homes. They follow an adventurer whom they fear, and obey a power which they hate; we serve a monarch whom we love a God whom we adore.

ress!

Whene'er they move in anger, desolation tracks their progWhene'er they pause in amity, affliction mourns their friendship! They boast they come but to improve our state, enlarge our thoughts, and free us from the yoke of error! Yes; they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, who are themselves the slaves of passion, avarice, and pride! They offer us their protection! Yes, such protection as vultures give to lambs, covering and devouring them! They call on us to barter all of good we have inherited and proved, for the desperate chance of something better, which they promise. Be our plain answer this: The throne we honor is the people's choice; the laws we reverence are our brave fathers' legacy ; the faith we follow teaches us to live in bonds of charity with all mankind, and die with hope of bliss beyond the grave. Tell your invaders this; and tell them, too, we seek no change; and, least of all, such change as they would bring us.

SHERIDAN.

ON THE VOWELS.

WE are little airy creatures,

All of different voice and features.

One of us in glass is set,

One of us you'll find in jet.
T'other you may see in tin,
And the fourth a box within.
If the fifth you should pursue,
It can never fly from you.

SWIFT.

WHAT THE MOTHER HEARD.

As I walked over the hills, one day,

I listened, and heard a mother-sheep say:

"In all the green world there is nothing so sweet As my little lammie with his nimble feet,

With his eyes so bright,

And his wool so white,

O, he is my darling, my heart's delight!
The robin, he

That sings in the tree,

Dearly may dote on his darlings four,
But I love my one little lambkin more.'
So the mother-sheep and the little one
Side by side lay down in the sun,

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And they went to sleep on the hillside warm,
While my little lammie lies here on my arm.

I went to the kitchen, and what did I see
But the old gray cat, with her kittens three :
I heard her whispering soft. Said she:

My kittens, with tails so cunningly curled,

Are the prettiest things there can be in the world.
The bird in the tree,

And the old ewe, she

May love their babies exceedingly;

But I love my kittens from morn to night;

Which is the prettiest I can not tell,

Which of the three, for the life of me,

I love them all so well.

So I'll take up the kittens, the kittens I love,

And we'll lie down together, beneath the warm stove.”

So the kittens lie under the stove so warm,

While my little darling lies here on my arm.

I went to the yard, and I saw the old hen

Go clucking about with her chickens ten;

And she clucked, and she scratched, and she bristled away, And what do you think I heard the hen say?

I heard her say, "The sun never did shine

On any thing like to these chickens of mine;

You may hunt the full moon, and the stars, if you please,
But you never will find ten such chickens as these.
The cat loves her kittens, the ewe loves her lamb,
But they know not what a proud mother I am;

For lambs or for kittens I won't part with these,

Though the sheep and the cat should go down on their knees.
My dear downy darlings, my sweet little things,
Come, nestle now cosily under my wings."
So the hen said,

And the chickens sped

As fast as they could to their warm feather-bed ;
And there let them lie, on their feathers so warm,
While my little chicken lies here on my arm.

I WOULD IF I COULD.

"I WOULD if I could," though much it's in use,

Is but a mistaken and sluggish excuse ;

And many a person who could if he would

Is often heard saying, "I would if I could.”

Come, John," said a schoolboy, "now do not refuse, Come, solve me this problem,

you can if you

But John at that moment was not in the mood,
And yawningly answered, "I would if I could.”

choose."

At the door of a mansion, a child thinly clad,
While the cold wind blew freely, was begging for bread;

A rich man passed by her as trembling she stood,-
He answered her coldly, "I would if I could.”

The scholar receiving his teacher's advice,
The swearer admonished to quit such a vice,
The child when requested to try and be good,
Oft give the same answer,
I would if I could."

But, if we may credit what good people say,
That where a strong will is, there's always a way,
And whatever ought to be can be and should,
We never need utter, "I would if I could."

OUR DUTIES TO OUR COUNTRY.

Our proper business is improvement. Let our age be the age of improvement. In a day of peace, let us advance the arts of peace, and the works of peace. Let us develop the resources of our land, call forth its powers, build up its institutions, promote all its great interests, and see whether we also, in our day and generation, may not perform something worthy to be remembered.

Let us cultivate a true spirit of union and harmony. In pursuing the great objects which our condition points out to us, let us act under a settled conviction, and a habitual feeling, that these States are one country. Let our conceptions be enlarged to the circle of our duties. Let us extend our ideas over the whole of the vast field in which we are called to act.

Let our object be, OUR COUNTRY, OUR WHOLE COUNTRY, AND NOTHING BUT OUR COUNTRY. And, by the blessing of God, may that country itself become a vast and splendid Monument, not of oppression and terror, but of Wisdom, of Peace, and of Liberty, upon which the world may gaze, with admiration, for ever!

WEBSTER.