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career? To what extreme wilt thou carry thy audacity? Art thou nothing daunted by the nightly watch, posted to secure the Palatium ? Nothing, by the city guards ? Nothing, by the rally of all good citizens ? Nothing, by the assembling of the Senate in this fortified place ? Nothing, by the averted looks of all here present?

2. Seest thou not that all thy plots are exposed ? that thy wretched conspiracy is laid bare to the knowl. edge of every man, here in the Senate ? — that we are well aware of thy proceedings of last night; of the night before; the place of meeting, the company convoked, the measures concert'ed?

3. O, the times ! O, the morals of the times! The Senate understand all this. The Consul sees it. And yet the traitor lives! Lives ? Ay, truly, and confronts us here in council, — presumes to take part in our deliberations, -- and, with his calculating eye, marks out each man of us for slaughter! And we, the while, think we have amply discharged our duty to the State, if we do but succeed in warding off this madman's sword and fury!

4. Long since, 0 Catilinel ought the Consul to have ordered thee to execution, and brought upon thy own head the destruction thou hast been plotting against others. There was in Rome that virtue once, that a wicked citizen' was held more execrable than the dead. liest foe. For thee, Catiline, we have still a law. Think not, because we are forbearing, that we are powerless.

5. We have a statute, - though it rests among our archives like a sword in its scabbard, — a statute which makes thy life the forfeit of thy crimes. And, should I order thee to be instantly seized and put to death, I do not doubt that all good men would say that the punishment, instead of being too cruel, was only too long deferred.

6. But, for sufficient reasons, I will a while postpone the blow. Then will I doom thee, when no man is to be found, so lost to reason, so depraved, so like thyself, that he will not admit the sentence was deserved. While there is one man who ventures to defend thee, live!

7. But thou shalt live so beset, so hemmed in, so watched, by the vigilant guards I have placed around thee, that thou shalt not stir a foot against the Repub. lic without my knowledge. There shall be eyes to detect thy slightest movement, and ears to cătch thy wariest whisper. Thou shalt be seen and heard when thou dost not dream of a witness near. · The darkness of night shall not cover thy treason; the walls of privacy shall not stifle its voice. . 8. Baffled on all sides, thy most secret projects clear as noonday, what canst thou now devise ? Proceed, plot, conspire, as thou wilt; there is nothing thou canst contrive, propose, attempt, which I shall not promptly be made aware of. Thou shalt soon be convinced that, I am even more active in providing for the preservation of the State, than thou in plotting its destruction!

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1. “I ONCE had,” said William Ladd, the advocate of peace," a fine field of grain growing upon an out-farm,

at some distance from the homestěad. Whenever I rode by I saw my neighbor Pulcifer's sheep in the lot, destroying my hopes of a harvest.

2. “These sheep were of the gaunt, long-legged kind, active as spaniels; they would spring over the highest fence; and no partition wall could keep them out. I complained to neighbor Pulcifer about them, and sent him frequent messages, but all without avail.

3. "Perhaps they would be kept out for a day or two; but the legs of the sheep were long, and my grain more tempting than the adjoining pasture. I rode by again: the sheep were still there. I became angry, and told my men to set the dogs on them; and, if that would not do, I would pay them if they would shoot the sheep.

4. “I rode away much agitated; for I was not so much of a peace man then as I am now, and I felt literally full of fight. All at once a light flashed in on me. I asked myself, . Would it not be well for you to try in your own conduct the peace principle you are teaching to others ?'

5. “I thought it all over, and settled down in my nind as to the best course to be pursued. The next day I rode over to see neighbor Pulcifer. I found him chopping wood at his door. Good morning, neighbor !' said I. No answer. Good morning!' I repeated. He gave a kind of grunt, without looking up.

6. “I came, continued I, 'to see about the sheep.' At this he threw down his ax, and exclaimed, in an angry manner, 'Now are n't you a pretty neighbor, to tell your men to kill my sheep? I heard of it; a rich man, like you, to shoot a poor man's sheep!

7. “I was wrong, neighbor,' said I; 'but it won't do to let your sheep eat up all thạt grain; so I came over to say that I would take your sheep to my home

stead pasture, and put them in with mine; and in the fall you shall take them back, and if any one is missing you may take your pick out of my whole flock.'

8. “Pulcifer looked confounded; he did not know how to take me. At last he stammered out, “Now, 'Squire, are you in earnest ?' — Certainly I am, I answered; it is better for me to feed your sheep in

and I see the fence can't keep them out.'

9.“ After a moment's silence, “The sheep shall not trouble you any more,' exclaimed Pulcifer. “I will fetter them all. But I'll let you know that when any man talks of shooting, I can shoot, too; and when a man is kind and neighborly, I can be kind and neighborly, too. The sheep never again trespassed on my lot.

10. “ Now, my friends, remember this: When nations threaten to fight, other nations will be ready, too. Love will beget love; a wish to be at peace will keep you in peace. You can overcome evil with good. There is no other way.”


BLOTA'FUL, a., idle ; lazy.

PIL'GRIM, n., a wanderer. Emp'ty, a., containing nothing. WIST'FUL, a., full of thought. Might'Y, a., powerful; strong. | OB-LIV'I-ON, n., forgetfulness.

Do not say pint for point ; objeck for ob'ject ; wile for while. Pronounce the o in nothing like short u, as in nut.

0! who shall lightly say that Fame.
Is nothing but an empty name,
While in that sound there is a charm
The nerves to brace, the heart to warm,
As, thinking of the mighty dead,

The young from slothful couch shall start,
And vow, with lifted hands outspread,

Like them to act a noble part!

0! who shall lightly say that Fame
Is nothing but an empty name,
When, but for those, – our mighty dead, -

All ages past, a blank would be,
Sunk in oblivion's murky bed, —

A desert bare, a shipless sea ?
They are the distant objects seen,
The lofty marks of what hath been.

0! who shall lightly say that Fame
Is nothing but an empty name,
When memory of the mighty dead,

To earth-worn pilgrim's wistful eye,
The brightest rays of cheering shed,
That point to immortality ?

JOANNA BAILLIE. (1765 -- 1860.)

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1. DURING the reign of terror in France, Madame Roland was brought before the Convention on an absurd charge of treasonable correspondence with Eng. land. By her presence of mind, her acuteness, and her wit, she baffled and mortified her accusers.

2. But on the 31st of May, 1793, she was again

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