of antiquity! This, surely, is a picture for mechanics in all ages. to contem'plate with a proud satisfaction and delight.

R. C. WINTHROP.

ROBERT C. WINTHROP, a descendant of one of the oldest and most eminent of New England families, was born in Boston, on the 12th of May, 1809. He pursued his preparatory studies at the Boston Latin School, and graduated at Harvard, in 1828. For the next three years he studied law with DANIEL WEBSTER. He became a member of the Massachusetts Legislature in 1834, and speaker of its House of Representatives from 1838 till his election to Congress in 1840. He was speaker of the national House of Representatives for the sessions of 1848-9. He was appointed to succeed WEBSTER in the Senate in 1850, when the latter was Secretary of State. His claims to literary distinction are derived from his able addresses and speeches, a volume of which was published in 1852. He has since published his address before the alumni of Harvard in 1852; a lecture on Algernon Sidney, before the Boston Mercantile Library Association in 1853; and in the same season, his lecture on Archimedes and Franklin, from which the above extract is taken.

154. MESSIAH.

1. THE Saviour comes, by ancient bards foretold:

THE

Hear him, ye deaf, and all ye blind, behold!
He from thick films shall purge the visual ray,
And on the sightless eyeball pour the day:
'Tis he the obstructed paths of sound shall clear,
And bid new music charm the unfolding ear:
The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego,
And leap exulting, like the bounding roe.
No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear;
From every face he wipes off every tear.
In adamantine chains shall Death be bound,
And Hell's grim tyrant feel the eternal wound.
2. As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care,
Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air,
Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs,
By day o'ersees them, and by night protects,
The tender lambs he raises in his arms,
Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms;
Thus shall mankind his guardiün care engage,
The promised father of the future age.

3. No more shall nation against nation rise,
Nor ardent warriors meet, with hateful eyes,

Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er,
The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more;
But useless lances into scythes shall bend,
And the broad falchion' in a plowshare end.
Then palaces shall rise; the joyful son
Shall finish what his short-lived sire begun;
Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield,
And the saine hand that sow'd shall reap the field.

4. The swain in barren deserts, with surprise,

Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise;
And starts, amid the thirsty wilds to hear
New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes,
The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Waste sandy valleys, once perplex'd with thorn,
The spiry fir and shapely box adorn:

To leafless shrubs the flowering palms succeed,
And odorous myrtle to the noisome weed.

5. The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead, And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead;

The steer and lion at one crib shall meet,
And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's fect.
The smiling infant in his hand shall take
The crested basilisk and speckled snake,

Pleased, the green luster of the scales survey,
And with their forky tongues shall innocently play.

6. Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise!
Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes!
See a long race thy spacious courts adorn;
See future sons and daughters, yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on every side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend;
See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings,

*Fulchion (fål′ chân).—Salem, Jerusalem

And heap'd with products of Sabeän' springs!
For thee Idume's spicy forests blow,

And seeds of gold in Ophir's' mountains glow.
See heaven its sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day!

7. No more the rising sun shall gild the morn,
Nor evening Cynthia' fill her silver horn;
But lost, dissolved, in thy superior rays,
One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze,
O'erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall shine
Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine!
The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;
But fix'd His word, His saving power remains?
Thy realm forever lasts, thy own MESSIAH reigns!

155. SCENE FROM CATILINE.

In the Senate.

POPE.

Cicero. Our long dispute must close. Take one proof more Of this rebellion.-Lucius Catiline

1 Sa bè'an, pertaining to Saba, in Arabia, celebrated for producing aromatic plants. I du' me, or Id u' mæ a, an ancient country of western Asia, comprising the mountainous tract on the E. side of the great valleys of El-Ghor and El-Arabah, and W. and S. W. of the Dead Sea, with a portion of Arabia.-3 O' phir, an ancient country mentioned in the Scriptures, and renowned from the earliest times for its gold. Some suppose it to be the same as the modern Sofala; and others conjecture it was situated in the East Indies.- CYN' THI A, the moon, a name given to DIANA, derived from Mount Cynthus, her birthplace. See p. 337, note 3.-See Biographical Sketch, p. 227.- LUCIUS SERGIUS CATILINE, the descendant of an ancient and patrician family in Rome, whose youth and manhood were stained by every vice and crime. He was prætor in B. C. 68, was governor of Africa during the following year, and returned to Rome in 66, to sue for the consulship. Disqualified for a candidate, by an impeachment for oppression in his province, and frustrated in a conspiracy to kill the new consuls, he organized the extensive conspiracy in which the scene here given occurs. The history of this conspiracy, which ended by the death of CATILINE, in a decisive battle fought early in 62, has been written by SALLUST. He was a man of great mental and physical powers, though apparently entirely destitute of moral qualities.

Has been commanded to attend the senate.

He dares not come. I now demand your votes !—
Is he condemn'd to exile?

[CATILINE comes in hastily, and flings himself on the bench; all the senators go over to the other side. Cicero [turning to CATILINE]. Here I repeat the charge, to

gods and men,

Of treasons manifold;-that, but this day,
He has received dispatches from the rebels;
That he has leagued with deputies from Gaul
To seize the province; nay, has levied troops,
And raised his rebel standard:-that but now
A meeting of conspirators was held

Under his roof, with mystic rites, and oaths,
Pledged round the body of a murder'd slave.
To these he has no answer.

Catiline [rising calmly]. Conscript fathers!
I do not rise to waste the night in words;
Let that plebeian talk; 'tis not my trade;
But here I stand for right-let him show proofs-
For Roman right; though none, it seems, dare stand
To take their share with me. Ay, cluster there,
Cling to your masters; judges, Romans-slaves!
His charge is false; I dare him to his proofs.
You have my answer. Let my actions speak!

Cic. [interrupting him]. Deeds shall convince you! Has the traitor done?

Cat. But this I will avow, that I have scorn'd,

And still do scorn, to hide my sense of wrong:

Who brands me on the forehead, breaks my sword,

Or lays the bloody scourge upon my back,

Wrongs me not half so much as he who shuts

The gates of honor on me,-turning out

The Roman from his birthright; and for what? [Looking round.

To fling your offices to every slave;

Vipers that creep where man disdains to climb;

And having wound their loathsome track to the top

Of this huge moldering monument of Rome,

Hang hissing at the nobler man below.

Cic. This is his answer! Must I bring more proofs ?
Fathers, you know there lives not one of us,
But lives in peril of his midnight sword.
Lists of proscription have been handed round,
In which your general properties are made
Your murderer's hire.

[A cry is heard without-" More prisoners!" An officer enters with letters for CICERO; who, after glancing at them, sends them round the Senate. CATILINE is strongly perturbed.]

Cic. Fathers of Rome! If man can be convinced

By proof, as clear as daylight, here it is!

Look on these letters! Here's a deep-laid plot
To wreck the provinces: a solemn league,
Made with all form and circumstance. The time
Is desperate, all the slaves are up ;-Rome shakes!
The heavens alone can tell how near our graves
We stand even here!-The name of Catiline
Is foremost in the league. He was their king.
Tried and convicted traitor! go from Rome!

Cat. [haughtily rising]. Come, consecrated lictors, from your

thrones:

[To the Senate.

Fling down your scepters :-take the rod and ax,

And make the murder as you make the law.

Cic. [interrupting him]. Give up the record of his banishment. [To an officer.

[The officer gives it to the CONSUL.]

Cat. [indignantly]. Banish'd from Rome! What's banish'd,

but set free

From daily contact of the things I loathe?

"Tried and convicted traitor!" Who says this?
Who'll prove it, at his peril, on my head?
Banish'd-I thank you for 't. It breaks my chain!
I held some slack allegiance till this hour-
But now my sword's my own. Smile on, my lords!
I scorn to count what feelings, wither'd hopes,
Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs,
I have within my heart's hot cells shut up,