cious blood, let us devote ourselves to the sacred cause of constitutional liberty. Let us abjure the interests and passions, which divide the great family of American freemen. Let the rage of party spirit sleep to-day. Let us resolve that our children shall have cause to bless the memory of their fathers, as we have cause to bless the memory of ours. SPEECH OF ONIAS, DISSUADING THE JEWS FROM REVOLT. Croly. Go to war with Rome! you might as well go to war with the ocean, for her power is as wide; you might as well fight the storm, for her vengeance is as rapid; you might as well call up the armies of Judea against the pestilence, for her sword is as sweeping, as sudden, and as sure. Who but madmen would go to war without allies? and where are yours to be looked for? Rome is the mistress of all nations. Would you make a war of fortresses? Rome has in her possession all your walled towns. Every tower from Dan to Beersheba has a Roman banner on its battlements. Would you meet her in the plain? Where are your horsemen ! The Roman cavalry would be upon before you could draw your swords; and would trample your boldest into the sand. Would you make the campaign in the mountains? Where are your magazines? you The Roman generals would disdain to waste a drop of blood upon you; they would only have to block up the passes, and leave famine to do the rest. Harvest is not come; and if it were, you dare not descend to the plains to gather it. You are told to rely upon the strength of the country. Have the fiery sands of the desert, or the marshes of Germany, or the snows of Scythia, or the stormy waters of Britain, defended them? Does Egypt, within your sight, give you no example? A land of inexhaustible fertility, crowded with seven millions and a half of men passionately devoted to their country, opulent, brave, and sustained by the countless millions of Africa, with a country defended on both flanks by the wilderness, in the rear inaccessible to the Roman, exposing the narrowest and most defensible front of any nation on earth yet Egypt, in spite of the Lybian valour, and the Greek genius, is garrisoned at this hour by a single Roman legion! The Roman bird, grasping the thunder in its talons, and touching with one wing the sunrise and with the other the sunset, throws its shadow over the world. Shall we call it to stoop upon us? Must we spread for it the new banquet of the blood of Israel? SPEECH OF SALATHIEL IN FAVOUR OF RESISTING THE ROMAN POWER.-Croly. WHAT! must we first mingle in the cabals of Jerusalem, and rouse the frigid debaters and disputers of the Sanhedrim into action? Are we first to conciliate the irreconcileable, to soften the furious, to purify the corrupt? If the Romans are to be our tyrants till we can teach patriotism to faction; we may as well build the dungeon at once, for, to the dungeon we are consigned for the longest life among us. Death or glory for me. There is no alternative between, not merely the half-slavery that we now live in and independence, but between the most condign suffering and the most illustrious security. If the people would rise, through the pressure of public injury, they must have risen long since; if from private violence, what town, what district, what family, has not its claims of deadly retribution! Yet here the people stand, after a hundred years of those continued stimulants to resistance, as unresisting as in the day when Pompey marched over the threshold of the Temple. I know your generous friendship, Eleazar, and fear that your anxiety to save me from the chances of the struggle, may bias your better judgment. But here 1 pledge myself, by all that constitutes the honour of man, to strike at all risks a blow upon the Roman crest, that shall echo through the land. What! commit our holy cause into the nursing of those pampered hypocrites, whose utter baseness of heart you know still more deeply than I do? Linger, till those pestilent profligates raise their price with Florus by betraying a design, that will be the glory of every man who draws a for human feelings? As well ask the serpent itself to rise from the original curse. It is the irrevocable nature of faction to be base till it can be mischievous; to lick the dust until it can sting; to creep on its belly until it can twist its folds round the victim. No! let the old pensionaries, the bloated hangers-on in the train of every governor, the open sellers of their country for filthy lucre, betray me when I leave it in their power. To the field, I say; once and for all, to the field. ANSWER OF LEWIS, DAUPHIN OF FRANCE, TO THE POPE'S YOUR grace will pardon me, I will not back; Or useful serving-man, and instrument, After young Arthur, claim this land for mine: And, now it is half conquered, must I back, Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? Am I Rome's slave? What penury hath Rome borne, To underprop this action? Is it not I, Sweat in this business, and maintain this war? Vive le Roy! I have banked their towns? Have I not here the best cards for the game, And shall I now give o'er the yielded set? Till my attempt be so much glorified THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL.-Mrs Hemans. WILDLY and mournfully the Indian drum On the deep hush of moonlight forests broke;— A youth, a fair-haired youth of England stood, As the wind passed, and with a fitful glow With tall plumes crested and wild hues o'erspread, Girt him like feverish phantoms; and pale stars Looked through the branches as through dungeon bars, Shedding no hope.-He knew, he felt his doomOh! what a tale to shadow with its gloom That happy hall in England!—Idle fear! Would the winds tell it?-Who might dream or hear They bound him; and that proud young soldier strove,, His father's spirit in his breast, to wake, Trusting to die in silence! He, the love He thought upon his God.-Hush! hark!—a cry Springing unmarked till then, as some lone flower, Yet one that knew how early tears are shed,— She had sat gazing on the victim long, 'He shall not die!'-the gloomy forest thrilled To that sweet sound. A sudden wonder fell On the fierce throng; and heart and hand were stilled, They gazed, their dark souls bowed before the maid, Something o'ermastered them from that young mien- They loosed the bonds that held their captive's breath; |