sentatives, into the active, ruling power of the republic. Only time can disclose whether this great innovation shall be benefi cent, or even permanent. 5. Certainly, sir, the great lights of the senate have set. The obscuration is no less palpable to the country than to us, who are left to grope our uncertain way here, as in a labyrinth. oppressed with self-distrust. The time, too, presents new embarrassments. We are rising to another and more sublime stage of national progress-that of expanding wealth and rapid territorial aggrandizement. 6. Our institutions throw a broad shadow across the St. Lawrence, and, stretching beyond the valley of Mexico, reach even to the plains of Central America, while the Sandwich Islands and the shores of China recognize their renovating influence. Wherever that influence is felt, a desire for protection under those institutions is awakened. Expansion seems to be regulated not by any difficulties of resistance, but by the moderation which results from our own internal constitution. No one knows how rapidly that restraint may give way. Who can tell how far or how fast it ought to yield? 7. Commerce has brought the ancient continents near to us, and created necessities for new positions perhaps connections or colonies there and with the trade and friendship of the elder nations their conflicts and collisions are brought to our doors and to our hearts. Our sympathy kindles, or indifference extinguishes, the fires of freedom in foreign lands. Before we shall be fully conscious that a change is going on in Europe, we may find ourselves once more divided by that eternal line of separation that leaves on the one side those of our citizens who obey the impulses of sympathy, while on the other are found those who submit only to the counsels of prudence. Even prudence will soon be required to decide whether distant regions, east and west, shall come under our own protection, or be left to aggrandize a rapidly spreading domain of hostile despotism. 8. Sir, who among us is equal to these mighty questions? I fear there is no one. Nevertheless, the example of Henry Clay remains for our instruction. His genius has passed to the realms of light, but his virtues still live here for our emula tion. With them there will remain also the protection and favor of the Most High, if by the practice of justice and the maintenance of freedom we shall deserve them. 9. Let, then, the bier pass on. We will follow with sorrow, but not without hope, the reverend form that it bears to its final resting place; and then, when that grave opens at our feet to receive so estimable a treasure, we will invoke the God of our fathers to send us new guides, like him that is now withdrawn, and give us wisdom to obey their instructions. 1 LESSON XXXII. KIENZI'S ADDRESS TO THE MEN OF ROME. MISS MITFORD. FRIENDS, I come not here talk. Ye know too well By the full tide of To crimson glory and undying fame; But base, ignoble slaves- - slaves to a horde Of petty tyrants, feudal despots, lords, Rich in some dozen paltry villages Strong in some hundred spearmen only great In that strange spell, a name. Each hour, dark fraud, Or open rapine, or protected murder, Cries out against them. But this very day, An honest man, my neighbor there he stands Was struck - struck like a dog, by one who wore The badge of Ursini; because, forsooth, He tossed not high his ready cap in air, 2. I have known deeper wrongs. I, that speak to you, I had a brother once, a gracious boy, For vengeance? Rouse, ye Romans! rouse, ye slaves! Was greater than a king! And once, again,— Hear me, ye walls, that echoed to the tread Of either Brutus ! once again, I swear, The eternal city shall be free! LESSON XXXIII. SOLILOQUY FROM MANFRED. BYRON. 1. THE spirits I have raised abandon me— The future, till the past be gulfed in darkness, It is not of my search. My mother earth! And thou, fresh breaking day; and you, ye mountains, 2. And thou, the bright eye of the universe, Art a delight-thou shinest not on my heart. I stand, and on the torrent's brink beneath 3. I feel the impulse-yet I do not plunge; My brain reels-and yet my foot is firm: Thou winged and cloud-cleaving minister, [An eagle passes. Whose happy flight is highest into heaven, Beautiful! How beautiful is all this visible world! How glorious in its action and itself! But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, To sink or soar, with our mixed essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, And men are—what they name not to themselves, Hark! the note, [The shepherd's pipe in the distance is heard. The natural music of the mountain reed For here the patriarchal days are not A pastoral fable-pipes in the liberal air, Mixed with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd; A living voice, a breathing harmony, |