the great problem in human society, to settle, and that forever, the momentous question-whether mankind can be trusted with a truly popular system? One might almost think, without extravagance, that the departed wise and good of all places and times, are looking down from their happy seats to witness what shall now be done by us; that they who lavished their treasures and their blood of old, who labored and suffered, who spake and wrote, who fought and perished, in the one great cause of Freedom and Truth, are now hanging from their orbs on high, over the last solemn experiment of humanity. As I have wandered over the spots, once the scene of their labors, and mused among the prostrate columns of their senate houses and forums, I have seemed almost to hear a voice from the tombs of departed ages; from the sepulchres of the nations, which died before the sight. They exhort us, they adjure us to be 4 faithful to our trust. They implore us, by the long trials of struggling humanity, by the blessed memory of the depart ed; by the dear faith, which has been plighted by pure hands, to the holy cause of truth and man; by the awful secrets of the prison houses, where the sons of freedom have been immured; by the noble heads which have been brought to the block; by the wrecks of time, by the eloquent ruins of nations, they conjure us not to quench the light which is rising on the world. Greece cries to us, by the convulsed lips of her poisoned, dying Demosthenes; 5 and Rome pleads with us in the mute persuasion of her mangled Tully.-Yes, such is the exhortation which calls on us to exert our powers, to employ onr time, and consecrate our labors in the cause of our native land. 1 Soliloquy of Hamlet's Uncle. Oh! my offence is rank, it smells to heaven : It hath the primal, eldest curse upon't, A brother's murder!—Pray I cannot, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens 2 To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy, And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force, Or pardoned being down?—Then I'll look up; Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay! All may be well. Shakspeare. LESSON CVI. Marco Bozzaris. [He fell in an attack upon the Turkish Camp at Laspia, August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words were "To die for liberty is a pleasure, and not a pain." 1 At midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour, When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror; In dreams, his song of triumph heard ; 2 An hour passed on-the Turk awoke ; He woke to hear his sentry's shriek, "To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!" "Strike-till the last armed foe expires; 3 They fought-like brave men, long and well, His few surviving comrades saw Then saw in death his eyelids close, Like flowers at set of sun. 4 Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother, when she feels, And thou art terrible :-the tear The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, 5 But to the hero, when his sword For thou art Freedom's now and Fame's- That were not born to die. LESSON CVII. The Religious Cottage.-D. HUNTINGTON. i "SEEST thou yon lonely cottage in the grove— Moss-grown, and decked with velvet verdure o'er ? 2 "When the bright morning gilds the eastern skies, Up springs the peasant from his calm repose : Forth to his honest toil he cheerful hies, And tastes the sweets of nature as he goes- He breathes the fragrance, and pours forth the praise ; Ponders the page which heavenly truth conveys, 3 "Nor yet in solitude his prayers ascend; His faithful partner and their blooming train, The precious word with reverent minds attend The heaven-directed path of life to gain. Their voices mingle in the grateful strain— The lay of love and joy together sing, To Him whose bounty clothes the smiling plain, Who spreads the beauties of the blooming spring, And tunes the warbling throats that make the valleys ring. The Lord our God is full of might, He speaks, and in his heavenly height Ye winds of night your force combine, Ye shall not, in the lofty pine, Disturb the sparrow's nest. His voice sublime is heard afar In distant peal it dies : He yokes the whirlwind to his car, And sweeps the howling skies.-Kirk White LESSON CVIII. Demetrius and the Craftsmen.-Bible. AFTER these things were ended, Paul purposed in the spirit, when he had passed through Macedonia, and Achaia, |