3. 'Tis done, and now he's happy. The glad soul 4. Nor shall it hope in vain.-The time draws on Make up the full account. Hence, ye profane! Ask not how this can be? Sure the same Power 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 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, In pain to see the whole. Thrice happy meeting! 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, 1. THEY chained us each to a column stone, BYRON. And thus together, yet apart, And to uphold and cheer the rest, The youngest, whom my father loved, 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, Which he abhorred to view below. 3. The other was as pure of mind, But formed to combat with his kind; 4. He loathed and put away his food,— The milk drawn from the mountain goat, Our bread was such as captives' tears Nor reach his dying hand,-nor dead,- 6. I begged them, as a boon, to lay The being we so much did love,— 7. But he, the favorite and the flower, |