Marshalled, once more, at Freedom's call,
They came to conquer or to fall, -
When he who conquered, he who fell,
Was deemed a dead or living Tell!

3. Such virtue had that patriot breathed,
So to the soil his soul bequeathed,
That wheresoe'er his arrows flew,
Heroes in his own likeness grew,
And warriors sprang from every sod
Which his awakening footstep trod.

4. And now the work of life and death
Hung on the passing of a breath:
The fire of conflict burned within,—
The battle trembled to begin.

Yet, while the Austrians held their ground,
Point for attack was nowhere found;
Where'er the impatient Switzers gazed,
The unbroken line of lances blazed;
The line 'twere suicide to meet,
And perish at their tyrants' feet;
How could they rest within their graves,
And leave their homes, the haunts of slaves?
Would they not feel their children tread,
With clanging chains above their head?

5. It must not be: this day, this hour,
Annihilates the invader's power.
All Switzerland is in the field;
She will not fly, - she cannot yield,
She must not fall: her better fate

Here gives her an immortal date.

Few were the numbers she could boast;
Yet
every freeman was a host,

And felt, as 'twere, a secret known,

That one should turn the scale alone,
While each unto himself was he

On whose sole arm hung victory.

6. It did depend on one, indeed;

Behold him, - Arnold Winkelried!

There sounds not to the trump of fame
The echo of a nobler name.

Unmarked he stood amid the throng,
In rumination deep and long,

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Till you might see with sudden grace,
The very thought come o'er his face,
And by the motion of his form
Anticipate the bursting storm;
And by the uplifting of his brow

Tell where the bolt would strike, and how.

7. But 'twas no sooner thought than done,
The field was in a moment won;
"Make way for Liberty!" he cried,
Then ran with arms extended wide,
As if his dearest friend to clasp;
Ten spears he swept within his grasp:
"Make way for Liberty!" he cried:

Their keen points crossed from side to side;-
He bowed amidst them like a tree,
And thus made way for Liberty.

8. Swift to the breach his comrades fly:
"Make way for Liberty!" they cry,
And through the Austrian phalanx dart,
As rushed the spears through Arnold's heart;
While, instantaneous as his fall,

Rout, ruin, panic seized them all:-
An earthquake could not overthrow
A city with a surer blow.

Thus Switzerland again was free:
Thus death made way for Liberty!

1 PHA'LANX (or phǎl'anx).

A body of troops or men in close array. HŎR'RENT. Pointed outwards like bristles; bristling.

3 IG-NŌ'BLE. Dishonorable; base. 4 IN-SURGENT. Rebellious.

5 RU-MỊ-NÄ'TION. Musing; medita tion; reflection.

XCI.-SPEECH OF MARULLUS.

SHAKSPEARE.

[William Shakspeare was born at Stratford-upon-Avon, in England, April 23, 1564, and died April 23, 1616. He married young, went to London soon after his marriage, became an actor, a dramatic author, and a shareholder in one of the London theatres; acquired considerable property, and retired to his native place a few years before his death, and there lived in ease and honor. He was the author of thirty-five plays, written between 1590 and 1613, besides poems and sonnets.

This extract is taken from Julius Cæsar. A citizen tells Flavius and Marullus, Tribunes of Rome, that the rabble seen in the street "make holiday to see Cæsar and to rejoice in his triumph." The following is the reply of Marullus.]

WHEREFORE rejoice? what conquest brings he home?
What tributaries follow him to Rome,

To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseles things;
O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The livelong day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made a universal shout,
That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds,
Made in her concave shores?

And do you now cull out a holiday?

And do you now strew flowers in his way,
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?

Be gone:

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit? the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.

1 REP-LI-CA'TION. A rolling back; re- 2 IN-TER-MIT'. Cause to cease for a
verberation.
time; suspend; interrupt.

CXII. ELEVATING INFLUENCE OF A LIBERAL EDUCATION.

WALKER.

[Rev. James Walker, D. D., a native of Burlington, Massachusetts, is a graduate of Harvard College of the class of 1814. He was pastor of a church in Charlestown, Massachusetts, from 1818 to 1839, when he was appointed Alford Professor of Moral and Intellectual Philosophy at Harvard College, which office he held till 1853, when he was elected President. He resigned this post in 1860, and has since lived in Cambridge. The following extract is from an address delivered by him before the Alumni of Harvard College, in July, 1863.]

1. TIME Would fail me to speak of the eminent men who have carried into a long life of public service the principles and the spirit inculcated' here. I cannot speak, as I would, even of him* who has so many titles to our notice on this occasion, who stands alone for his years, and for the veneration that is felt for him, chiefly known to this generation as the honored head of the university, but long before that, and long before a large proportion of this audience were born, actively and earnestly engaged in matters of state-the scholar, the statesman, and the patriot. He has lived to see the best and the worst days of the republic, and still lives, may we not hope, in order that his last look may be on his country, redeemed and renovated' by the trials through which it is now passing, and with every vestige of rebellion and bondage swept away. 2. And let no one dream that public virtue and devo

* Josiah Quincy, Senior, a graduate of the class of 1790.

tion to country are principles which are dying out in this place. We have referred to what the fathers did; let us now see what the children are doing. When the southern insurgents took up arms against the freest and best government on earth, and it became necessary to repel force by force, the recent graduates of this college, and some who had not yet graduated, were among the first to obey the call. More than four hundred and fifty of our number either now are, or have been, in the loyal service, making a larger quota3, after the proper deductions are made, than any other class of citizens has furnished.

3. It was presumed that their education would be of advantage to them, so far as thought, and skill, and personal influence were required; but it has been of advantage to them in other ways. It has given a substance and body' to their characters, which only needed the inspiration of a lofty purpose in order to become the foundation of the highest courage, and even of great powers of physical endurance.

4. They went because they were called. It was not military glory, nor political ambition, nor schemes of reform which moved them, but an inflexible purpose to preserve the integrity of a great nation, and maintain the supremacy of the laws. How they have performed this duty appears from the large and constantly increasing number of those who have fallen at their posts. Our necrology for the past year reveals the remarkable fact that more than half of the deaths have occurred in the public service. It has been sorrow and desolation to many hearts and many homes; but it will make the name of Harvard dear to every patriot in the land.

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5. Alas, that so many young lives, the hope of the country, should be cut off in their early promise! But with the longest life what better, what more, could they have done? Sooner or later a monument will be erected in the