then, carried away by night, and lodged in his new prison; where, through his grated window, he could hear the deep waters of the river Seine rippling against the stone wall below.

12. One dark night, as he lay sleeping, dreaming, perhaps, of rescue by those unfortunate gentlemen who were obscurely suffering and dying in his cause, he was roused, and bidden by his jailer to come down the staircase to the foot of the tower Hle hurriedly dressed himself, and obeyed. When they came to the bottom of the winding-stairs, and the night air from the river blew upon their faces, the jailer trod upon his torch, and put it out. Then Arthur, in the darkness, was hurriedly drawn into a solitary boat; and in that boat he found his uncle and one other

man.

13. He knelt to them, and prayed them not to murder him. Deaf to his entreaties, they stabbed him, and sunk his body in the river with heavy stones. When the spring morning broke, the tower-door was closed, the boat was gone, the river sparkled on its way, and never more was any trace of the poor boy beheld by mortal eyes.

Dickens.

LIX.

DANGEROUS EFFECTS OF FANCY.

1. Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains,
Winning from Reason's hand the reins!
Pity and woe! for such a mind
Is soft, contemplative, and kind :
And woe to those who train such youth,
And spare to press the rights of truth,
The mind to strengthen and anneal,"
While on the stithy glows the steel!

O teach him, while your lessons last,
To judge the present by the past;
Remind him of each wish pursued,
How rich it glowed with promised good;
Remind him of each wish enjoyed,
How soon his hope's possession cloyed;

Tell him, we play unequal game,
Whene'er we shoot by Fancy's aim;
And ere he strip him for her race,
Show the conditions of the chase.

3. Two sisters by the goal are set,
Cold Disappointment and Regret :
One disenchants the winner's eyes,
And strips of all its worth the prize;
While one augments its gaudy show,
More to enhance the loser's woe.
The victor sees his fairy gold

Transformed, when won, to drossy mould;
But still the vanquished mourns his loss,
And rues, as gold, that glittering dross.

SCOTT

LX.

MISCELLANEOUS EXTRACTS FROM WASHINGTON'S

WRITINGS.

1. BORN in a land of liberty; having early learned its value; having engaged in the perilous conflict to defend it; having, in a word, devoted the best years of my life to secure its permanent establishment in my own country; my anxious recollections, my sympathetic feelings, and my best wishes, are irresistibly attracted, whensoever in any country I see an oppressed

nation unfurl the banners of freedom.

2. . . The name of American, which belongs to you in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of patriotism, more than any appellation derived from local discriminations, With slight shades of difference, you have the same religion, manners, habits, and political principles. You have, in a common cause, fought and triumphed together. The independence and liberty you possess are the work of joint counsels and joint efforts, of common dangers, sufferings, and

successes.

3... This government, this offspring of our choice, uninfluenced

and unawed, adopted upon full investigation and mature delib eration, completely free in its principles, in the distribution of its powers uniting security with energy, and containing within itself a provision for its own amendment, has a just claim to your confidence and your support. Respect for its authority, compliance with its laws, acquiescence in its measures, are dūties enjoined by the fundamental maxims of liberty.

4... My policy, in our foreign transactions, has been to cultivate peace with all the world; to observe the treaties with pure and absolute faith; to check every deviation from the line of impartiality; to explain what may have been misapprehended, and correct what may have been injurious to any nation; and, having thus acquired the right, to lose no time in acquiring the ability to insist upon justice being done to ourselves.

5. A slender acquaintance with the world must convince every man that actions, not words, are the true criterion of the attachment of friends; and that the most liberal professions of good-will are very far from being the surest marks of it. I should be happy if my own experience had afforded fewer exam ples of the little dependence to be placed upon them.

6... There is no truth more thoroughly established than that there exists, in the economy and course of nature, an indis ́soluble union between virtue and happiness, between duty and advantage, between the genuine maxims of an honest and magnanimous policy and the solid rewards of public prosperity and felicity.

7... Let us unite in imploring the Supreme Ruler of nations to spread his holy protection over the United States; to turn the machinations of the wicked to the confirming of our constitution; 'to enable us, at all times, to root out internal sedition, and put invasion to flight; to perpetuate to our country that prosperity which His goodness has already conferred, and to verify the anticipations of this government being a safeguard of human rights.

8. . . In looking forward to that awful150 moment when I must bid adieu to sublunary" things, I anticipate the consolation of leaving our country in a prosperous condition. And while the

curtain of separation shall be drawing, my last breath will, I trust, expire in a prayer for the temporal and eternal felicity of those who have not only endeavored to gild the evening of my days with unclouded serenity, but extended their desires to my happiness hereafter, in a brighter world.

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9. .. Observe good faith and justice towards all nations; cultivate peace and harmony with all. Religion and morality enjoin this conduct; and can it be that good policy does not equally enjoin it? Can it be that Providence has not connected the permanent felicity of a nation with its virtue? The experi ment, at least, is recommended by every sentiment which ennobles human nature.

10. . . Conscious integrity has been my unceasing support; and, while it gave me confidence in the measures I pursued, the belief of it, by acquiring to me the confidence of my fellow-citizens, insured the success which those measures have had. This consciousness will accompany me in my retirement. Without it, public applause could be viewed only as a proof of public error, and felt as the upbraiding of personal demerit.

LXI. THE BITTER GOURD.

1. LOKMAN THE WISE (therefore the good for wise
Is but sage good, seeing with final eyes)
Was slave once to a lord, jealous though kind,
Who, piqued sometimes at the man's master mind,
Gave him, one day, to see how he would treat
So strange a grace, a bitter gourd to eat.

2. With simplest reverence, and no surprise,

The sage received what stretched the dōnor's eyes:
And, piece by piece, as though it had been food
To feast and gloat on, every morsel chewed:
And so stood eating, with his patient beard,
Till all the nauseous favor disappeared.

3. Vexed and confounded, and disposed to find

Some ground of scorn on which to ease his mind.
"Lokman!" exclaimed the master, in Heaven's name

How can a slave himself become so tame?

Have all my favors been bestowed amiss?

Or could not brains like thine have saved thee this?

4. Calmly stood Lokman still, as Duty stands,

"Have I received," he answered, “at thy hands
Favors so sweet they went to my heart's root,
And could I not accept one bitter fruit?"

5. "O! Lokman," said his lord (and, as he spoke,
For very love his words in softness broke),
"Take but this favor yet: be slave no more;
Be, as thou art, my friend and counsellor;
O! be; nor let me quit thee, self-abhorred;
'Tis I that am the slave, and thou the lord!"

HUNT.

JAFFAR:B AN EASTERN TRADITION.

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1. JAFFAR', the Bar'mec-ide, the good vizier,"

The poor man's hope, the friend without a peer,
Jaffar' was dead, slain by a doom unjust!
And guilty Ha'roun, sullen with mistrust
Of what the good and e'en the bad might say,
Ordained that no man living, from that day,
Should dare to speak his name, on pain of death:
All Araby and Persia held their breath.

2. All but the brave Mondeer. He, proud to show
How far for love a grateful soul could go,
And facing death for very scorn and grief
(For his great heart wanted a great relief),
Stood forth in Bagdad daily in the square,
Where once had stood a happy house; and there
Harangued the tremblers at the scimitar

On all they owed to the divine Jaffar'.

3. "Bring me the man!" the caliph cried. The man Was brought, was gazed upon. The mutes began

To bind his arms. 16 Welcome, brave cords!" cried he; "From bonds far worse Jaffar delivered me;