LESSON LXXIV. DREAM OF DARKNESS. BYRON. 1. I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. Swung blind, and blackening, in the moonless air; 2. A fearful hope was all the world contained: Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up, The pull of a past world; and then again, With curses, cast them down upon the dust, And gnashed their teeth, and howled. The wild birds shrieked, And flap their useless wings: the wildest brutes Died; And a quick, desolate cry, licking the hand -he died. 4 The crowd was famished by degrees; but two Of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies; they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place, Where had been heaped a mass of holy things, For an unholy usage; they raked up And, shivering, scraped, with their cold, skeleton hands, The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame, Which was a mockery; then they lifted Each other's aspects-saw, and shriek❜d, and died Famine had written Fiend. The world was void; 5. The rivers, lakes, and ocean, all stood still, -- And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropped The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave; LESSON LXXV. SPEECH IN DEFENSE OF ORR. CURRAN. 1. "ALAS! nor wife, nor children more shall he behold, nor friends, nor sacred home!" No seraph mercy unbars his dungeon and leads him forth to light and life; but the minister of death hurries him to the scene of suffering and of shame; where, unmoved by the hostile array of artillery and armed men collected together, to secure, or to insult, or to disturb him, he dies with a solemn declaration of his innocence, and utters his last breath in a prayer for the liberty of his country. 2. Let me now ask you, if any of you had addressed the public ear upon so foul and monstrous a subject, in what language would you have conveyed the feelings of horror and indignation? Would you have stooped to the meanness of qual ified complaint? Would you have been mean enough But I entreat your forgiveness, I do not think meanly of you; had I thought so meanly of you, I could not suffer my mind to commune with you as it has done. 3. Had I thought you that base and vile instrument, attune? by hope and by fear into discord and falsehood, from whose vulgar string no groan of suffering could vibrate, no voice of integrity or honor could speak, let me honestly tell you, I should have scorned to string my hand across it; I should have left it to a fitter minstrel. If I do not, therefore, grossly err in my opinion of you, I could use no language upon such a subject as this, that must not lag behind the rapidity of your feelings, and that would not disgrace those feelings if it attempted to describe them. 4. Upright and honest jurors, find a civil and obliging verdict against the printer! And when you have done so, march through the ranks of your fellow-citizens to your own homes, and bear their look as you pass along; retire to the bosom of your families and your children, and, when you are presiding over the morality of the parental board, tell those infants, who are to be the future men of Ireland, the history of this day. Form their young minds by your precepts, and confirm those precepts by your own example; teach them how discreetly allegiance may be perjured on the table, or loyalty be forsworn in the jurybox; and when you have done So, tell them the story of Orr; tell them of his captivity, of his children, of his crime, of his hopes, of his disappointments, of his courage, and of his death; and when you find your little hearers hanging upon your lips, when you see their eyes overflow with sympathy and sorrow, and their young hearts bursting with the pangs of anticipated orphanage, tell them that you had the boldness and the justice to stig matize the monster who had dared to publish the transaction. LESSON LXXVI. VICTIM, BRIDE, AND MISER. ANONYMOUS, 1. I SAW her in her summer bower, and oh! upon my sight, Methought there never beamed a form more beautiful and bright So young, so fair, she seemed like one of those ærial things, That dwell but in the poet's high and wild imaginings; Or, like one of those forms we meet in dreams, from which wa wake and weep, That earth has no creations, like the figments of our sleep. 2. Her father loved he not his child, above all earthly things! As traders love the merchandize from which their profit springs; Old age came by, with tottering step, and then for sordid gold, With which the dotard urged his suit, the maiden's peace was sold; And thus, (for oh! her sire's stern heart was steeled against her prayer,) The hand he ne'er had gained from love, he won from her despair. 8. I saw them through the church-yard pass, and such a nuptial train, I would not, for the wealth of worlds, should greet my sight again; The bride-maids, each as beautiful, as Eve in Eden's bowers, Shed bitter tears upon the path they should have strown with flowers; Who had not thought that white-robed band the funeral array The priest beheld the bridal pair before the altar stand, ing eyes, And deemed it less a christian rite, than a pagan sacrifice; |