ering to the heavens, and pointing to those happy nations, may say, in pride of heart may say, "Ecce meos filios."

The American people have led and are leading in the van of freedom for mankind. The march of that freedom may be slow; but there is reason to believe, it will be sure and irresistible, and that all absolute thrones will sooner or later fall before it. Already those thrones have to rely on the brute force only of the military arm; for they have lost or are fast losing their two other great props, the ignorance and the superstition of their people, by the diffusion of knowledge and of the spirit of inquiry among them. Nor is this military arm, singly for each, deemed by them a sufficient security to each; for, abjuring their mutual wars of ambition and conquest, they have leagued together for their mutual defence against their own people; and have deemed the united force of all necessary to each, against the single people of each. Now this spirit of the people, so dreaded by these thrones, takes its great force from the example of our revolution ; there it feeds itself, thence it grows and becomes the ruling passion. The love of liberty is a sentiment natural to the human heart; but the want of it, though that is always felt as a severe privation,

it is not felt as a reproach, so long as it is the common lot of all; and if the privation is not aggravated by outrages, it is not apt to impel to action : But if liberty has been acquired and is enjoyed by others, and the example is ever present to the view, and the results are enviable, then it is coveted; then the contrast makes the privation felt as a reproach. It is the sting of this reproach, this wounded pride, impatient of degradation, and eager to avenge itself, grafted on this innate love of freedom, that impels to action; that prompts the noble purpose, that urges the daring hand to vindicate the rights of insulted nature. Yes: insulted nature; for every arbitrary throne is an insult to nature. What greater indignity to man than to be made the property of his fellow-man; to have no share in the power that rules him; to be subject to the abuses of that power, and that power always tending to abuse; corrupted itself, and corrupting its possessor; by its own nature and necessary operation corrupting him. It is thus that the influence of our Revolution is silently undermining arbitrary thrones, and preparing their fall; it is by nourishing the spirit of liberty, by begetting and inflaming an impatience of its privation; and they must fall. Their leagues, their holy alliances, may delay, but they cannot

prevent their final fall. That is; the arbitrary power must be surrendered; the people must have freedom, and that freedom must be secured to the people by their forms of government.

A FRAGMENT.

BY GEORGE R. BURRILL.

WHEN tidings to Prince Edward came

"Your little son did die ;"

He donned his death weeds for the same,
And grieved most piteously.

And then to them the prince did say

God's holy will be done :

The Lord did give and take away :

I'm yet my father's son.

But when came messengers and said
"Your father, he did die,"

He tore his raiment, shaved his head,
And on the ground did lie.

For seven whole days, a goodly week,
He sat him down and wept ;

He could not eat, he could not speak,
And never once he slept.

Then him bespake the Lord Warrenne,
"Why grieves my liege so sore?

For fair Lord John thy heart did brenne
But for King Henry more.

"Art thou not king of fair England,

E'er since thy father died,

And do not we thy servants stand
By legient homage tied ?"

Then spake King Edward, "wot ye not

I may have sons a score,
With God his grace? but 'tis my lot
Ne'er to have father more."

CONNEXION BETWEEN LOVE, POETRY, MUSIC AND DEVOTION.

BY ROWLAND G. HAZARD.

LANGUAGE in its simplest form of narration, elevates us above the brute creation, to social and intelligent beings. In the form of abstraction, it becomes an engine for the acquisition of general knowledge, and thus carries us through another stage of improvement; but one in which narrow views still predominate. It still keeps pace with

our intellectual and moral advancement, and when our enlarging views pass the boundary of common, direct expressions, it becomes elevated to poetry. And this combination may, in a yet further stage of advancement, be etheralized and sublimated to the more exquisite perfection of music, which, though here but a vague and misty shadow, may yet be the first indication of what is there to be embodied in the most comprehensive, perhaps infinite emanations of truth and beauty. This progression is facilitated by the generous feelings which carry us beyond the little circle of common affairs, and particularly by those excitements which elevate us far above them; for it is only in the farther and higher departments of thought, that we are compelled to think only in the poetic form of ideals. Hence it is, that this faculty is so often first developed, when love,

"That feeling from the Godhead caught,

Has won from earth each sordid thought,"

and makes us conscious of a happiness too generous and exalted, too pure and etherial, too vast for words to express. The effect of this expansive sentiment upon the modes of thought and expression, is one of the most striking illustrations of the theory we have advanced, and as such deserves a further notice.