of his character had the hardihood of antiquity. His august mind overawed majesty; and one of his sovereigns thought royalty so impaired in his presence, that he conspired to remove him, in order to be relieved from his superiority. No state chicanery, no narrow system of vicious politics, sank him to the vulgar level of the great; but overbearing, persuasive, and impracticable, his object was England, his ambition was fame. Without dividing, he destroyed party; without corrupting, he made a venal age unanimous. France sank beneath him. With one hand, he smote the house of Bourbon, and wielded, with the other, the democracy of England. The sight of his mind was infinite; and his schemes were to affect, not England, and the present age only, but Europe, and posterity. Wonderful were the means by which these schemes were accomplished; always seasonable, always adequate, the suggestions of an understanding animated by ardor, and enlightened by prophecy. A The ordinary feelings which render life amiable and indolent were unknown to him. No domestic difficulty, no domestic weakness reached him; but, aloof from the sordid occurrences of life, and unsullied by its intercourse, he came, occasionally, into our system, to counsel and to decide. character so exalted, so strenuous, so various, and so authoritative, astonished a corrupt age; and the treasury trembled at the name of Pitt, through all her classes of venality. Corruption imagined, indeed, that she had found defects in this statesman; and talked much of the ruin of his victories; but the history of his country, and the calamities of the enemy, refuted her. Nor were his political abilities his only talents: his eloquence was an era in the senate; peculiar and spontaneous, familiarly expressing gigantic sentiments, and instinctive wisdam; not like the torrent of Demosthenes, or the splendid conflagration of Tully, it resembled sometimes the thunder, and sometimes the music of the spheres. He did not, like Murray, conduct the understanding through the painful subtlety of argumentation, nor was he, like Townshend, for ever on the rack of exertion; but, rather, lightened upon the subject, and reached the point by flashings of the mind, which, like those of his eye, were felt, but could not be followed. Upon the whole, there was something in this man that could create, subvert, or reform; an understanding, a spirit, and an eloquence, to summon mankind to society, or to break the bonds of slavery asunder, and to rule the wilder ness of free minds with unbounded authority-something that could establish or overwhelm empires, and strike a blow in the world, which should resound throughout the universe Ex. LXXIX.-VISION OF BELSHAZZA R. THE king was on his throne, The satraps thronged the hall; In Judah deemed divine- The godless heathen's wine! In that same hour and hall, A solitary hand Along the letters ran, And traced them like a wand. The monarch saw, and shook, Chaldea's seers are good, But here they have no skill; Are wise and deep in lore; BYRON. A captive in the land, "Belshazzar's grave is made, The Mede is at his gate! The Persian on his throne !" Ex. LXXX.-THE BURIAL OF ARNOLD.* YE'VE gathered to your place of prayer, He was the proudest in his strength, Why lies he at that fearful length, And ye around his pall? Ye reckon it in days, since he Whose was the sinewy arm, which flung A member of the Senior Class in Yale College. WILLIS Whose laugh of victory loudest rung, Whose heart, in generous deed and thought, On now-his requiem is done; Slow-for our thoughts dwell wearily Tread lightly, comrades!-ye have laid Rest now!-his journeying is done,- Ex. LXXXI.-PROCLIVIOR. (A slight Variation on LONGFELLOW'S "EXCELSIOR.") THE shades of night were falling fast, PUNCE His hat, a wide-awake; beneath In calm first-floors he saw the light He turned his head, and murmured "Slow." "Come early home," his uncle said, The family blame you far and wide ;" 66 PROCLIVIOR! 66 Stay," said his aunt, come home to sup; Early retire-get early up." A wink half quivered in his eye; He answered to the old dame's sigh---- "Mind how you meddle with that lamp! At break of day, as far west-ward And by the bailiff's faithful hound, Thence, on a dull and muggy day, |