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Who would fardels bear,
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
CXLI. - CATILINE'S DEFIANCE,
ON BEING BANISHED FROM ROME BY THE SENATE
Wan (won), a., palo and sickly. | TAR'TA-RUS (Greek), n., a name for SLACK, A., loose ; weak.
the infernal regions. LOATHE, v. t., to abhor.
AN'ARCH-Y (-ark-), n., political conBAN'ISHEv, pp., expelled ; ex'iled. I fusion ; want of rule. Cen'tact, n., touch ; close union. Pro-scRIS'TiON, n., a dooming to AL-LE'GI-ANCE (-je), n., the duty of a death, exile, or loss of property. subject to government.
Con-vict'ED, pp., proved guilty. In hearth (harth) th is aspirate in the singular, but vocal (as in breathe) in the plural. Pronounce massacre, mas'sa-ker. In thirsty and burst, give the vowel the sound of e in her. Do not pervert oi in poi'son.
BANISHED from Rome! What's banished, but set free
Smile on, my lords.
I have within my heart's hot cells shut up,
"Traitor!" I go — but I return. This . . . . trial!
I go — but not to leap the gulf alone.
IMMORTALITY. 0, No ! it is no flattering lure, no fancy weak or fond, When Hope would bid us rest secure in better life beyond; Nor loss, nor shame, nor grief, nor sin, her promise may
gainsay; The voice divine hath spoke within, and God did ne'er betray.
Sarah F. ADAMS.
In its sublime research, philosophy
May measure out the ocean-deep; may count The sands, or the sun's rays; but, God for thee
There is no weight nor measure:—none can mount Up to thy mysteries. Reason's brightest spark,
Though kindled by thy light, in vain would try
And thought is lost, ere thought can soar so high,
Thou from primeval nothingness didst call
First chaos, then existence. Lord, on thee Eternity had its foundation : all
Sprang forth from thee- of light, joy, harmony,
Thy word created all, and doth create,
Thou art, and wert, and shalt be, glorious! great!
Thou art ! directing, guiding all, thou art !
Direct my understanding, then, to thee;
Though but an atom ’mid immensity,
I hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth,
Close to the realms where angels have their birth, Just on the boundaries of the spirit-land!
The chain or being is complete in me;
In me is marter's last gradation lost, And the next step is spirit — Deity!
I can command the lightning, and am dust! A monarch — and a slave! a worm - a god!
Whence came I here, and how so marvelously Constructed and conceived! Unknown! This clod
Lives surely through some higher energy;
Creator, yes : thy wisdom and thy word
Created me! Thou Source of life and good! Thou Spirit of my spirit, and my Lord !
Thy light, thy love, in their bright plénitude, Filled me with an immortal soul, to spring
Over the abyss of death, and băde it wear
Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere,
0, thought ineffable! 0, vision blest !
Though worthless our conceptions all of thee,
And waft its homage to thy Deity.
Thus seek thy presence, Being wise and good !
From the Russian of GABRIEL R. DERZHAVINE,