There runs not a

not even sparing my women and children. drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it; I have killed many; I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace; but do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life. Who is there to mourn for Lo gan? Not one."

LESSON LXXI.

THE ORPHAN SISTERS.

ANONYMOUS,

1. Two sisters, one a little child,
The other but half grown,
Together watched the setting sun,

Which through the casement shone.

2. They waited in their lonely home,
Where late their mother died,
Their father's coming, who had gone
To wed another bride

3. And thus they stood, their twining arms

About each other wound,

In token of affection's ties,

By which their hearts were bound.

4. The bridal company arrived,

And they went forth to meet

Their father and their father's wife,
With slow and lingering feet.

5. A beauteous and a gentle bride,

They gazed upon her face;

The elder first accosted her

With sweet and native grace:

5. "A welcome, for my father's sake,
I fain would give to thee;
O, for his sake, be kind to us,
This little one and me."

7. The younger clasped the lady's neck,
And smilingly she said:

"I'm glad you have come back again,
They told me you were dead."

8. These simple greetings touched a chord
In that fair lady's heart,

And inwardly she made a vow
To act the mother's part.

9. Her promise she has well fulfilled
Unto those sisters twain;

The mother lost has been in her
Restored to them again.

LESSON LXXII.

DESCRIPTION OF BYRON.

POLLOK

1 HE touched his harp, and nations heard, entranced. As some vast river of unfailing source,

Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flowed,
And oped new fountains in the human heart.
Where fancy halted, weary in her flight,
In other men, his, fresh as morning rose,

And soared untrodded heights, and seemed at home,
Where angels bashful looked. Others, though great,
Beneath their argument seemed struggling whiles;
He from above descending, stooped to touch

The loftiest thought; and proudly stooped, as though
It scarce deserved his verse.

With nature's self

He seemed an old acquaintance, free to jest
At will with all her glorious majesty.
He laid his hand upon "the ocean's mane,”
And played familiar with his hoary locks.
Stood on the Alps, stood on the Appenines;
And with the thunder talked, as friend to friend;
And wove his garland of the lightning's wing,
In sportive twist-the lightning's fiery wing,
Which, as the foosteps of the dreadful God,
Marching upon the storm in vengeance seemed-
Then turned, and with the grasshopper, who sung
His evening song beneath his feet, conversed.
Suns, moons, and stars, and clouds his sisters were;
Rocks, mountains, meteors, seas, and winds, and storms

His brothers-younger brothers, whom he scarce
As equals deemed.

3. As some fierce comet of tremendous size,

To which the stars did reverence as it passed;
So he through learning and through fancy took
His flight sublime; and on the loftiest top

Of fame's dread mountain sat; not soiled, and worn,

As if he from the earth had labored up;

But as some bird of heavenly plumage fair,
He looked, which down from higher regions came,

And perched it there to see what lay beneath.

4. Great man! the nations gazed and wondered much,
And praised and many called his evil good.
Wits wrote in favor of his wickedness:

And kings to do him honor took delight.
Thus full of titles, flattery, honor, fame;
Beyond desire, beyond ambition full,—

He died-he died of what? Of wretchedness.
Drank every cup of joy, heard every trump

Of fame; drank early, deeply drank; drank draughts
That common millions might have quenched-then died
Of thirst, because there was no more to drink.

LESSON LXXIII.

JOHN ADAMS AND THE DECLARATION.

WEBSTER.

1. SIR, the declaration will inspire the people with increased courage. Instead of a long and bloody war for restoration of privileges, for redress of grievances, for chartered immu nities, held under a British king, set before them the glori ous object of entire independence, and it will breathe into them anew the breath of life.

2. Read this declaration at the head of the army; every sword will be drawn from its scabbard, and the solemn vow uttered, to maintain it or to perish on the bed of honor. Publish it from the pulpit; religion will approve it, and the love of religious liberty will cling around it, resolved to stand with it, or fall with it. Send it to the public halls; proclaim it there; let them hear it, who heard the first roar of the enemy's cannon; let them see it, who saw their brothers and their sous fall on the field of Buuker Hill, and in the streets of Lexington and Concord,- and the very walls will cry out in its support.

3. Sir, I know the uncertainty of human affairs; but I see clearly through this day's business. You and I indeed may rue it. We may not live to see the time, when this declara tion shall be made good. We may die; die colonists; die slaves; die, it may be, ignominiously, and on the scaffold. Be it so. If it shall be the pleasure of Heaven, that my country shall require the poor offering of my life, the victim shall be ready at the appointed hour of sacrifice, come when that hour may.

4. But, whatever may be our fate, be assured that this declaration will stand. It may cost treasure, and it may cost blood; but it will stand, and it will richly compensate for both. Through the thick gloom of the present, I see the brightness of the future as the sun in heaven. We shall make this a glorious, an immortal day. When we are in our graves, our chil dren will honor it. They will celebrate it with thanksgiving, with festivity, with bonfires, and illuminations. On its annual return, they will shed tears, copious, gushing tears, not of subjection and slavery, not of agony and distress, but of exultation, of gratitude, and of joy.

5. Sir, before God, I believe the hour is come. My judg ment approves this measure, and my whole heart is in it. All that I am, all that I have, and all that I hope for in this life, I am now ready here to stake upon it: and I leave off as I began; sink or swim, live or die, survive or perish, I am for the declaration it is my living sentiment; and, by the blessing of God, it shall be my dying sentiment, Independence now and Independence forever!