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3. 'Tis done, and now he's happy. The glad soul
Has not a wish uncrowned. E'en the lag flesh
Rests, too, in hope of meeting once again
Its better half, never to sunder more.

4.

Nor shall it hope in vain.-The time draws on
When not a single spot of burial earth,
Whether on land or in the spacious sea,
But must give back its long-committed dust
Inviolate; and faithfully shall these

Make up the full account.

Hence, ye profane!

Ask not how this can be? Sure the same Power
That reared the piece at first, and took it down,
Can re-assemble the loose scattered parts,
And put them as they were. Almighty God
Hath done much more; nor is His arm impaired
Through length of days; and what He can, He will;
His faithfulness stands bound to see it done.

5. When the dread trumpet sounds, the slumbering dust, Not unattentive to the call, shall wake;

And every joint possess its proper place,

With a new elegance of form, unknown

To its first state. Nor shall the conscious soul
Mistake its partner; but, amidst the crowd,

Singling its other half, into its arms

Shall rush, with all the impatience of a man

That's new come home; and, having long been absent,
With haste runs over every different room,

In pain to see the whole. Thrice happy meeting!
Nor time, nor death, shall ever part them more.
6. 'Tis but a night, a long and moonless night;
We make the grave our bed, and then are gone!
Thus, at the shut of even, the weary bird
Leaves the wide air, and, in some lonely brake,
Cowers down, and dozes till the dawn of day,
Then claps his well-fledged wings, and soars away.

LESSON CXLV.

EXPLANATORY NOTES.-1. TOR QUA' TO TAS' so, an Italian poet, celebrated for his immortal works, was born in 1544. His father, BERNARDO TASSO, was also a poet of some celebrity.

2. CORIOLI, an ancient town of Italy, was taken by the Romans under C. Martius, who was called, on that account, Coriolanus.

3. VE'II was a powerful city of Etruria, Italy, which sustained many long wars against the Romans, but was finally taken and destroyed by CAMILLUS, after a siege of ten years. At the time of its destruction, Veii was larger and more magnificent than Rome.

ADVANTAGES OF SMALL STATES.

ALISON.

1. THE history of mankind, from its earliest period to the present moment, is fraught with proofs of the one general truth that it is in SMALL STATES, and in consequence of the emulation and ardent spirit which they develop, that the human mind arrives at its greatest perfection, and that the freest scope is afforded both to the grandeur of moral, and the brilliancy of intellectual character. It is to the citizens of small republics, that we are indebted both for the greatest discoveries which have improved the condition, or elevated, the character of mankind, and for the noblest examples of private and public virtue, with which the page of history is adorned.

2. It was in the republics of ancient Greece, and in consequence of the emulation which was excited among her rival cities, that the beautiful arts of poetry, sculpture, and architecture, were first brought to perfection; and, while the genius of the human race was slumbering among the innumerable multitudes of the Persian and Indian monarchies, the single city of Athens produced a succession of great men, whose works have improved and delighted the world in every succeeding age.

3. While the vast feudal monarchies of Europe were buried in ignorance and barbarism, the little states of Florence, Bologna, Rome, and Venice, were far advanced in the career of arts, and in the acquisition of knowledge; and, at this moment, the traveler neglects the boundless but unknown tracts of Ger

many and France, to visit the tombs of Raphael, and Michael Angelo, and Tasso,' to dwell in a country where every city and every landscape reminds him of the greatness of human genius or the perfection of human taste.

4. It is from the same cause that the earlier history of the Swiss Confederacy exhibits a firmness and grandeur of political character, which we search for in vain in the annals of the great monarchies, by which they are surrounded, that the classical pilgrim pauses awhile in his journey to the Eternal City, to do homage to the spirit of its early republics, and sees not in the ruins which, at the termination of his pilgrimage, surround him, the remains of Imperial Rome, the mistress and the capital of the world; but of Rome, when struggling with Corioli and Veii'; of Rome, when governed by Regulus and Cincinnatus ;-and traces the scene of her infant wars with the Latian tribes, with a pious interest, which all the pomp and magnificence of her subsequent history, have not been able to excite.

LESSON CXLVI.

EXPLANATORY NOTE.-The Castle of Chillon is situated at one extremity of Lake Geneva, Switzerland. Below it, washing its walls, the lake has been fathomed to the depth of several hundred feet. Within it is a range of dungeons, in which the early Reformers, and afterward prisoners of state, were confined.

THE PRISONER OF CHILLON.

Eternal Spirit of the chainless mind!

Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art,
For there thy habitation is the heart,—
The heart which love of thee alone can bind.

1. THEY chained us each to a column stone,
And we were three,-yet each alone;
We could not move a single pace,
We could not see each other's face,
But with that pale and livid light
That made us strangers in our sight;

BYRON.

And thus together, yet apart,
Fettered in hand, but pined in heart;
'Twas still some solace, in the dearth
Of the pure elements of earth,
To hearken to each other's speech,
And each turn comforter to each
With some new hope, or legend old,
But even these, at length, grew cold.
2. I was the eldest of the three,

And to uphold and cheer the rest,
I ought to do, and did my best,-
And each did well in his degree.

The youngest, whom my father loved,
Because my mother's brow was given
To him, with eyes as blue as heaven,

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For him my soul was sorely moved;

For he was beautiful as day,

And, in his natural spirit, gay;

With tears for naught but others' ills

And then they flowed like mountain rills,
Unless he could assuage the woe

Which he abhorred to view below.

3. The other was as pure of mind,

But formed to combat with his kind;
Strong in his frame, and of a mood
Which 'gainst the world in war had stood,
And perished in the foremost rank
With joy; but not in chains to pine,-
His spirit withered with their clank,-
I saw it silently decline.

4. He loathed and put away his food,—
It was not that 'twas coarse and rude,
For we were used to hunters' fare,
And for the like had little care;

The milk drawn from the mountain goat,
Was changed for water from the moat;

Our bread was such as captives' tears
Have moistened many a thousand years,
Since man first pent his fellow-men
Like brutes within an iron den.
But what were these to us or him?
These wasted not his heart or limb;
My brother's soul was of that mold,
Which in a palace had grown cold,
Had his free breathing been denied
The range of the steep mountain's side;
But why delay the truth ?--HE died.
5. I saw, and could not hold his head,

Nor reach his dying hand,-nor dead,-
Though hard I strove, but strove in vain,
To rend and gnash my bonds in twain.
He died, and they unlocked his chain,
And scooped for him a shallow grave,
Even from the cold earth of our cave.

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6. I begged them, as a boon, to lay
His corse in dust whereon the day
Might shine, it was a foolish thought,
But then within my brain it wrought,
That even in death his freeborn breast
In such a dungeon could not rest.
I might have spared my idle prayer,—
They coldly laughed,—and laid him there;
The flat and turfless earth above

The being we so much did love,—
His empty chain above it leant,
Such murder's fitting monument.

7. But he, the favorite and the flower,
Most cherished since his natal hour,
His martyred father's dearest thought,
My latest care, for whom I sought
To hoard my life, that his might be
Less wretched now, and one day free;

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