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"If they fall, we fall with them.'

OUR DUTIES AS AMERICANS.

Ir can not be denied, but by those who would dispute against the sun, that with America, and in America, a new era commences in human affairs. This era is distinguished by free representative governments, by entire religious liberty, by improved systems of national intercourse, by a newly awakened and an unconquerable spirit of free inquiry, and by a diffusion of knowledge through the community, such as has been before altogether unknown and unheard of. America, America, our country, fellow-citizens, our own dear and native land, is inseparably connected, fast bound up, in fortune and by fate, with these great interests. If they fall, we fall with them; if they stand, it will be because we have maintained them.

Let us con-template, then, this connection, which binds the prosperity of others to our own; and let us manfully discharge all the duties which it imposes. If we cherish the virtues and the principles of our fathers, Heaven will assist us to carry on the work of human liberty and human happiness. Auspicious omens cheer us. Great examples are before us. Our own firmament now shines brightly upon our path. WASHINGTON is in the clear upper sky. These other stars have now joined the American constellation; they circle round their center, and the heavens beam with new light. Beneath this illumination let us walk the course of life, and at its close devoutly commend our beloved country, the common parent of us all, to the Divine Benignity.

WEBSTER.

HARRY'S TERRIBLE ADVENTURE.

THE night was dark, the sun was hid
Beneath the mountain gray;

And not a single star appeared,
To shoot a friendly ray.

Across the heath the owlet flew,
And screamed along the blast,
As onward, with a quickened step,
Benighted Harry passed.

At intervals, amid the gloom.

A flash of lightning played,

And showed the ruts with water filled,

Beside the hedge's shade.

Again in thickest darkness plunged,

He groped his way to find;

And now he thought he spied beyond
A form of dreadful kind.

In shadowy white it upward rose,
Of dress or mantle bare,
And stretched its naked arms as if
To catch him by the hair.

Poor Harry felt his blood run cold,
At what before him stood:
Yet like a man he then resolved
To do the best he could.

So, calling all his courage up,

He to the figure went;

And through the gathering gloom of night
His piercing eyes he bent.

But when he came quite near the ghost
That gave him such a fright,
He clapped together both his hands,
And loudly laughed outright.

For there a guide-post good he found,
The stranger's road to mark;
A pleasant sprite was this to see,
For Harry in the dark!

"Well done!" said he; "one thing, at least,

I've learned, beyond a doubt,

Whatever frightens me again,

I'll try to find it out.

AN APPEAL TO ARMS.

I HAVE but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And, judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry, for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the house. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir! It will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss!

Let us not, I beseech you, deceive ourselves longer. We have done every thing that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned we have remonstrated—we have supplicated-we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and ParliaOur petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne.

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In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free,—if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending, if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon, until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms, and to the God of Hosts, is all that is left us!

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PATRICK HENRY.

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NERO.

A NOBLE dog our Nero was;

He came from Newfoundland; The children all could play with him, And pat him with the hand.

A thick and shaggy wool he had,
That guarded him from cold;

His feet were broad and stout, and he
Was kind as he was bold.

If any quarrel-seeking cur
Rushed at him for a fight,
And Nero did but look at him,
The cur would run, in fright.

One day our little sister Ruth
Fell over from a boat;

But Nero was on board, and he
Was speedily afloat.