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Not to coquet with other men,
But truly cherish one:

My passion to return again,

And smile on me alone;

Though unreserved in discourse, and free, Her lips reserved for me;

So shall I pleasure prove,

And find a mate

To mine estate,

Full worthy of my love.

IN A WOOD.

Meek Peace here holds her silent reign, Along these paths she loves to rove; Where nought is heard but the sweet strain, The feathery songsters pour to love. Sweet partners of the sylvan scene, Ye have not half my love, I ween! Not all that makes the forest ring;

And if ye swell your little throats, With all your softest, sweetest notes, My love is greater far than ye can sing.

THE FRIENDS TO THEIR OPPOSITE NEIGHBORS.

Ah! forbear, in mercy, ladies!

"Tis enough we own your sway; Neither such a hectoring blade is Longer on the field to stay.

Mark'd by elegance and fashion,

Not to love were to be blind; Soon, too soon, the subtle passion Chains an inexperienced mind. With such dext'rous art you wheedle, Half-averted looks and smiles, Hearts insnaring with your needle, Music, romping, and such wiles. Now, while mirth and harmless story Stay the lagging foot of time, We, your slaves, who much adore ye, Tell our loves in doggrel rhyme. Ladies, hear, in pity, hear us!

Spare the anguish of each heart! Yield to love, you need not fear us, Few so young are vers'd in art.

JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. JOHN QUINCY, the son of John Adams, was born at the residence of his great-grandfather, John Quincy, in Braintree, Massachusetts, July 11, 1767. He was named John Quincy at the request of his grandmother, after this aged relative, who was dying at the time of his baptism. As his father was absent from home on public affairs the child's education devolved principally on his mother, one every way fitted for her important position. Every day, after saying his prayers, he was required to repeat the noble lines of Collins, commencing

How sleep the brave who sink to rest, and the ode by the same author on the death of Colonel Charles Ross.* It was truly said of him

This characteristic anecdote of his childhood was read a few years before his death by Mr. Adams to Mr. Robert C. Winthrop, from a letter which he had just written to John J. Gurney, of England. He recited the lines," the narrator says, "with an expression and an energy which I shall never forget the tears coursing down his cheeks, and his voice, every now and then, choked with emotion."

by Senator Davis, that "the cradle hymns of the child were the songs of liberty."

In February, 1778, in his eleventh year, he accompanied his father on his mission to France. He was placed at school in Paris, where he remained until his return with his father after the conclusion of the treaty with America in 1779. "He is respected," writes his father the same year, "wherever he goes for his vigor and vivacity both of mind and body, for his constant good humor, and for his rapid progress in French, as well as for his general knowledge, which at his age is uncommon."

In 1781 he was made private secretary to the Hon. Francis Dana, Minister to Russia. He remained at the embassy until October, 1782, when after a short tour he joined his father in Holland, in April, 1783. After the signature of the treaty of peace at Paris in the following September, he accompanied his father to England. In 1785 he returned home with a letter from his father to Benjamin Waterhouse, in which the son's acquirements are spoken of with a just pride:

TO BENJAMIN WATERHOUSE.

Auteuil, 24 April, 1785. This letter will be delivered you by your old aequaintance John Quincy Adams, whom I beg leave to recommend to your attention and favor. He is anxious to study some time at your university before he begins the study of the law, which appears at present to be the profession of his choice. He must undergo an examination, in which I suspect he will not appear exactly what he is. In truth, there are few who take their degrees at college, who have so much knowledge. But his studies having been pursued by himself, on his travels, without any steady tutor, he will be found awkward in speaking Latin, in prosody, in parsing, and even, perhaps, in that accuracy of pronunciation in reading orations or poems in that language, which is often chiefly attended to in such examinations. It seems to be necessary, therefore, that I make this apology for him to you, and request you to communicate it in confidence to the gentlemen who are to examine him, and such others as you think prudent. If you were to examine him in English and French poetry, I know not where you would find anybody his superior; in Roman and English history, few persons of his age. It is rare to find a youth possessed of so much knowledge. He has translated Virgil's Eneid, Suetonius, the whole of Sallust, and Tacitus's Agricola, his Germany, and several books of his Annals, a great part of Horace, some of Ovid, and some of Cæsar's Commentaries, in writing, besides a number of Tully's orations. These he may show you; and although you will find the translations in many places inaccurate in point of style, as must be expected at his age, you will see abundant proof that it is impossible to make those translations without understanding his authors and their language very well.

In Greek his progress has not been equal; yet he has studied morsels in Aristotle's Poetics, in Plutarch's Lives, and Lucian's Dialogues, the choice of Hercules, in Xenophon, and lately he has gone through several books in Homer's Iliad.

In mathematics I hope he will pass muster. In the course of the last year, instead of playing cards like the fashionable world, I have spent my evenings with him. We went with some accuracy through the geometry in the Preceptor, the eight books of Simpson's Euclid in Latin, and compared it, problem by problem, and theorem by theorem,

with le père de Chales in French; we went through plane trigonometry and plane-sailing, Fenning's Algebra, and the decimal fractions, arithmetical and geometrical proportions, and the conic sections, in Ward's Mathematics. I then attempted a sublime flight, and endeavored to give him some idea of the differential method of calculation of the Marquis de L'Hôpital, and the method of fluxions and infinite series of Sir Isaac Newton; but alas! it is thirty years since I thought of mathematics, and I found I had lost the little I once knew, especially of these higher branches of geometry, so that he is as yet but a smatterer, like his father. However, he has a foundation laid, which will enable him with a year's attendance on the mathematical professor, to make the necessary proficiency for a degree. He is studious enough, and emulous enough, and when he comes to mix with his new friends and young companions, he will make his way well enough. I hope he will be upon his guard against those airs of superiority among the scholars, which his larger ac

quaintance with the world, and his manifest superiority in the knowledge of some things, may but too naturally inspire into a young mind, and I beg of you, Sir, to be his friendly monitor in this respect

and in all others.

He was of course prepared for an advanced class at Harvard, and took his degree in 1787, the year after his admission. The subject of his Commencement oration was The Importance and Necessity of Public Faith to the Well-being of a Community.

In 1790, after preliminary studies in the office of Theophilus Parsons at Newburyport, he commenced the practice of the law, which he continued, varying his occupation by occasional communications, signed Publicola and Marcellus, in the Centinel, edited by Benjamin Russell, until his appointment as Minister to the Hague in 1794 by Washington, who in 1797 pronounced him "the most valuable public character we have abroad, and the ablest of all our diplomatic corps." In July of the same year he was married to Louisa, daughter of Joshua Johnson of Maryland, consular agent of the United States at London. He was soon after recalled by his father on his accession to the presidency. During his residence abroad he made a tour in Silesia. A number of letters, written to his brother during its progress, were published by the latter in the Portfolio, and were collected in a volume by a London publisher in 1804.* The work is divided into parts, one of which is devoted to a description, and the other to statistical information respecting the country.

In 1801 he was elected to the state Senate, and in 1803 a member of the Senate of the United States. In 1808 he resigned his seat in consequence of the dissatisfaction of the state legislature with his advocacy of some of the measures of Jefferson's administration. He had previously, in 1806, been appointed Boylston Professor of Rhetoric in Harvard College, and continued the discharge of his duties until he resigned in 1809. In 1810 he published the lectures he had deli

* Letters on Silesia, written during a tour through that country in the years 1800, 1801, by His Excellency John Quincy Adams, then Minister Plenipotentiary from the United States to the Court of Berlin, and since a member of the American Senate. London: 1804. 8vo. pp. 387.

vered in his courses.* In 1810 he was appointed by Madison Minister to Russia, where he remained until 1815, when with Clay, Bayard, Russell, and Gallatin he negotiated the treaty of peace with England at Ghent, and was appointed minister to that country in the same year by Madison. In 1817 he returned home, was appointed Secretary of State by Monroe, and remained in office eight years, when he was himself chosen to the presidency by the House of Representatives, on whom the choice had devolved. He re mained in office one term, when he was succeeded by General Jackson. He was immediately after elected a member of the House of Representatives from his native state, a position which he retained till his death. In 1833 he was nominated by the anti-masonic party as governor of his state. The result of the contest between three candidates threw the election into the

Legislature, there being no choice by the people, whereupon Mr. Adams withdrew. He had previously, from 1831 to 1833, published a series of letters condemnatory of the principles and practice of the Free-Masons, reprinted in a volume in 1847. Throughout his long and active political career, Mr. Adams retained a fondness for literature. He published in 1832 a long poetical composition, Dermot Mac Morrogh,† the argument of which is concisely suinined up in a sentence of the preface:

Dermot Mac Morrogh, for insupportable tyranny over his subjects, aggravated by the violation of the most sacred of human ties, the seduction of another's wife, is justly expelled from his kingdom. He immediately repairs to " the greatest prince of his time, for wisdom, virtue and abilities," and sells his country for the price of being restored by the foreign invader to his principality. The English king, to cover the basest of aggressions with the mantle of religion, applies to Pope Adrian the Fourth, an Englishman, for authority to ravage Ireland with fire and sword, under pretence of reforming the inhabitants, and reducing them to the orthodox faith of paying tribute to the Roman See. This authority Pope Adrian grants him without scruple. You may read in Rapin the brief itself. And with this sacrilegious abuse of religion, Henry, reeking with the blood of Becket, and Dermot, the ruffian builder of monasteries, achieve the conquest of Ireland, in vassalage to the crown of England. And this is the tenure by which Ireland is held as an appendage to the sister island, at the present day.

It is written not at all happily, with a tame adaptation of the Don Juan style, and consists of a rhymed chronicle of the events it celebrates. The subject, says the author

The subject was well adapted to the composition of an historical tale, and as such I deliver it to the judgment of my country. It is intended also as a moral tale, teaching the citizens of these States of both sexes, the virtues of conjugal fidelity, of genuine piety, and of devotion to their country, by pointing the finger of scorn at the example six hun

Lectures on Rhetoric and Oratory, delivered to the classes of Senior and Junior Sophisters in Harvard University. Cambridge Hilliard & Metcalf. 1810.

+ Dermot Mac Morrogh; or, the Conquest of Ireland. An Historical Tale of the Twelfth Century, in four cantos. By John Quincy Adams. Boston: Carter, Hendee & Co., 1832. 8vo. pp. 108.

dred years since exhibited of a country sold to a foreign invader by the joint agency of violated marriage vows, unprincipled ambition, and religious imposture.

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THE SONG.

Nought shines so bright in beauty's eyes,
As the bold warrior's gallant bearing:
The proudest deems his heart a prize;
The fairest would his fate be sharing;
Let Truth, let Valor be thy guide;

And faithful love, thy priceless jewel-
Thou ne'er shalt lack a lovely bride;
Nor find a female bosom cruel.

'Tis true, the soldier's life is short;
But what is life, depriv'd of action?
The craven coward's base resort;

A universe, without attraction.
Then, urge thy courser to the field,

And thou shalt gain renown in story-
Compel the fiercest foe to yield;

Or die upon the bed of glory.

Poems of a briefer compass on subjects of the day frequently appeared from his pen. A collection of these was made in 1848.* It contains a poetic version of the thirteenth satire of Juvenal. A small volume of letters, written from St. Petersburg to his son, On the Bible and its Teachings, was published after his death.t

In 1839, on the semi-centennial anniversary of the adoption of the federal constitution, Mr. Adams delivered an address before the Historical Society of New York. He was of course frequently called upon for such services, but his public discourses of this character, with the exception of the funeral discourses on Madison and Monroe delivered in 1836, 1834, and 1831, which were re-published with the title of Lives of Celebrated Statesmen by John Quincy Adams, in 1846, have not been collected. He was a constant reader, and his admirable memory enabled him to accumulate a vast stock of ready information. In English as well as ancient and foreign literature, he was thoroughly versed, and able to repeat long passages from authors in various languages. He translated Wieland's Oberon in verse, but withheld his version from the press on the appearance of that of Sotheby.

In the latter part of his career Mr. Adams was a leader of the anti-slavery party, and an inflexible advocate of the right of petition on this as well as on every other subject. He carried this so far as on one occasion to present a petition for a dissolution of the Union, expressing at the same time his dissent from and abhorrence of such a proceeding.

Mr. Adams retained the full vigor of his mind and body by his temperate and active mode of life to the hour almost of his death. He was in his place in the House on the 21st of February, 1848, and gave an emphatic "no" on a motion to present the thanks of the House with gold medals to various officers who had distinguished themselves in the Mexican war. A little after this the course of business was interrupted by a cry, "Mr. Adams

Poems of Religion and Society by John Quincy Adams. New York: W. H. Graham. 18mo. pp. 108. † Auburn, 1850. 18mo. pp. 128.

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is dying." He was falling over the left side of his chair, his right hand clutching at his desk for support. He was placed on a sofa, and removed for air to the rotunda, and thence to the door of the east portico. As he could not be taken with safety to his residence he was carried to the apartment of the Speaker, Mr. Winthrop. Here he rallied enough to falter his memorable dying words, "This is the end of earth-I am content." He then sank into an apparent stupor, in which he remained until he expired, at a quarter past seven in the evening of the day but one after his attack. "It is better to wear out than to rust out," was the favorite maxim of Adams. It was one which he lived fully up to, and with which the circumstances of his last hours finely harmonized. Had his mode of death been presented to his choice in life, it would have probably been joyfully accepted as a fitting close to his sixty-five years of active public service.

THE WANTS OF MAN. "Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long."Goldsmith's Hermit

I.

"Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long."
"Tis not with ME exactly so,

But 'tis so in the song.

My wants are many, and if told

Would muster many a score; And were each wish a mint of gold, I still should long for more.

II.

What first I want is daily bread, And canvass-backs and wine;

It was written under these circumstances:-General Ogle informed Mr. Adams that several young ladies in his district had requested him to procure Mr. A.'s autograph for them. In accordance with this request, Mr. Adams wrote the following beautiful poem upon "The Wants of Man," each stanze upon s sheet of note paper.

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And that my friendship prove as strong For him, as his for me.

XVIII.

I want a kind and tender heart,
For others' wants to feel;
A soul secure from Fortune's dart,
And bosom arm'd with steel;
To bear divine chastisement's rod,
And mingling in my plan,
Submission to the will of God,
With charity to man.

XIX.

I want a keen, observing eye,

An ever-listening ear,

The truth through all disguise to spy,
And wisdom's voice to hear;
A tongue, to speak at virtue's need,
In Heaven's sublimest strain;
And lips, the cause of man to plead,
And never plead in vain.

XX.

I want uninterrupted health,
Throughout my long career,
And streams of never-failing wealth,
To scatter far and near;
The destitute to clothe and feed,
Free bounty to bestow;
Supply the helpless orphan's need,
And soothe the widow's woe.

XXI.

I want the genius to conceive,
The talents to unfold,
Designs, the vicious to retrieve,
The virtuous to uphold;
Inventive power; combining skill,
A persevering soul,

Of human hearts to mould the will,
And reach from pole to pole.

XXIL

I want the seals of power and place,
The ensigns of command,

Charged by the people's unbought grace,
To rule my native land.

Nor crown, nor sceptre would I ask
But from my country's will,
By day, by night, to ply the task
Her cup of bliss to fill.

XXIII.

I want the voice of honest praise
To follow me behind,

And to be thought in future days
The friend of human kind;
That after ages, as they rise,
Exulting may proclaim,
In choral union to the skies,
Their blessings on my name.
XXIV.

These are the wants of mortal man;
I cannot want them long,
For life itself is but a span,

And earthly bliss a song.
My last great want, absorbing all,
Is, when beneath the sod,
And summon'd to my final call,
The mercy of my God.

XXV.

And oh while circles in my veins
Of life the purple stream,
And yet a fragment small remains
Of nature's transient dream.

My soul, in humble hope unscar'd,
Forget not thou to pray,

That this thy WANT may be prepared
To meet the Judgment Day.

FROM THE LIFE AND CHARACTER OF JAMES MADISON.

This constitution, my countrymen, is the great result of the North American revolution. This is the giant stride in the improvement of the condition of the human race, consummated in a period of less than one hundred years. Of the signers of the address to George the Third in the Congress of 1774of the signers of the Declaration of Independence in 1776 of the signers of the Articles of Confederation in 1781, and of the signers of the federal and national Constitution of Government under which we live, with enjoyments never before allotted to man, not one remains in the land of the living. The last survivor of them all was he to honor whose memory we are here assembled at once with mourning and with joy. We reverse the order of sentiment and reflection of the ancient Persian king-we look back on the century gone by-we look around with anxious and eager eye for one of that illustrious host of Patriots and heroes, under whose guidance the revolution of American Independence was begun, and continued, and completed. We look around in vain. To them this crowded theatre, full of human life, in all the stages of existence, full of the glowing exultation of youth, of the steady maturity of manhood, the sparkling eyes of beauty, and the grey hairs of reverend age-all this to them is as the solitude of the sepulchre. We think of this and say, how short is human life! But then, then, we turn back our thoughts again, to the scene over which the falling curtain has but now closed upon the drama of the day. From the saddening thought that they are no more, we call for comfort upon the memory of what they were, and our hearts leap for joy, that they were our fathers. We see them, true and faithful subjects of their sovereign, first meeting with firm but respectful remonstrance, the approach of usurpation upon their rights. We see them, fearless in their fortitude, and confident in the righteousness of their cause, bid defiance to the arm of power, and declare themselves Independent States. We see them waging for seven years a war of desolation and of glory, in most unequal contest with their own unnatural stepmother, the mistress of the seas, till, under the sign-manual of their king, their Independence was acknowledged-and last and best of all, we see them, toiling in war and in peace to form and perpetuate an union, under forms of Government intricately but skilfully adjusted so as to secure to themselves and their posterity the priceless blessings of inseparable liberty and law.

Their days on earth are ended, and yet their eentury has not passed away. Their portion of the blessings which they thus labored to secure, they have enjoyed, and transmitted to us, their posterity. We enjoy them as an inheritance-won, not by our toils-watered, not with our tears-saddened, not by the shedding of any blood of ours. The gift of heaven through their sufferings and their achievements-but not without a charge of corresponding duty incumbent upon ourselves.

And what, my friends and fellow citizens-what is that duty of our own? Is it to remonstrate to the adder's ear of a king beyond the Atlantic wave, and claim from him the restoration of violated rights? No. Is it to sever the ties of kindred and of blood with the people from whom we sprang? To cast away the precious name of Britons, and be no more the countrymen of Shakspeare and Milton-of Newton and Locke-of Chatham and Burke? Or more

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