To show they still are free. 'Methinks I hear
A spirit in your echoes, an'swer me,

And bid your tenant welcome to his home',
Again! O sacred forms, | how proud, you look! |
How high you lift your heads into the sky'! |

How huge you are! | how mighty, and how free! |
Ye are the things that tow'r-that shine.whose smile
Makes glad whose frown is terrible-whose forms
Robed, or un robed, I do all the impress wear
Of awe divine. | Ye guards of liberty,

I'm with you once again - fff I call to you |
With all my voice'! I hold my hands to you I
To show they still are free-I rush to you |
As though I could embrace, you'!]

BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN.

(CAMPBELL.)

On Linden," when the sun was low',
All bloodless lay the untrodd'n snow,
And dark as win'ter, was the flow' |
Of Iser rolling rapidly. |

But Linden saw another sight,!
When the drum beat at dead of night, I
Commanding fires of death, to light |
The darkness of her scenery.

By torch, and trumpet fast array'd', |
Each horseman' drew his battle blade; |
And furious every charger neigh'd',
To join the dreadful revelry. |

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Huge you

Still, are; not stillar. b Methinks, I; not me-think' si Agên. a Proud, you look; not prow'jew-look. are; not hew'jew-are. Embrace you; not embra'shew. Lin' den; not Lindun. E'sûr. Hårs'mân; not hosmun.

Then shook the hills with thunder riv'n;
Then rush'd the steed to battle driv'n;|
And louder than the bolts of heav'n,
Far flash'd the red artillery". I.

And redder yet those fires shall glow' |
On Linden's hills of blood-stain'd snow; |
And darker yet, shall be the flow' |
Of Iser rolling rapidly. |

'Tis morn', | but scarce yon lurid sun', |
Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, |
Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun' |
Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. |

The combat deep 'ns - ffOn', ye brave', '
Who rush to glory, or the grave.!|
ffWave, Munich,d all thy banners, wave'! |
And charge with all thy chivalry® ! |

mp Few, few shall part where many meet!|
The snow shall be their wind.ing-sheet, |
And every turf beneath their feet',
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. |

SPEECH OF ROLLA TO THE PERUVIAN ARMY.
[From Kotzebue's Pizarro.]
(R. B. SHERIDAN.)

My brave associates! | partners of my toil', my feel'ings, and my fame! Can Rolla's words add vigor to the virtuoush energies which_inspire your hearts'? No! you have judged as I have, the foulness of the crafty plea by which these bold invaders would delude you. Your generous spirit has compared as mine has, the mo'tives which, in a like this', can animate their minds, and ours,

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ús.

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a Artil'lur-ré.

Shiv'al-rè.

b Lin'dên; not Lindun.
f Be-nèтH'. Rôl'lå; not Rolluz.

i En'èr-džèż. j And ours; not Ann Dowers.

a Munik.

h Vêr'tshu

They, by a strange frenzy driven, | fight for power, for plun'der, and extended rule. We, for our coun'try, our al'tars, and our homes,. They follow an adventurer whom they fear, and obey a power | which they hate. We serve a monarch whom we love, a God | whom we adore, !|

Whene'er they move in anger, | desolation tracks their progress; where'er they pause in am'ity, affliction mourns their friend ship. They boast they come but to improve our state', | enlarge our thoughts', | and free us from the yoke of error! Yes - they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, who are themselves' the slaves of passion, | av'arice, ❘ and pride.. |

They offer us their protection. Yes, such pro| | tection as vultures give to lambs', - covering, and devouring them! They call on us | to barter all of good we have inherited, and proved, for the despe| rate chance of something better which they prom ise. Be our plain answer this. :| The throne we honor | is the people's choice the laws we reverence | are our brave fathers' legacy | the faith we follow ! teaches us to live in bonds of charity with all mankind, and die with hopes of bliss | beyond the grave. Tell your invaders this; and tell them too', | we seek no change; and least of all', | such change as they' would bring us. |

CHILDE HAROLD'S ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN.
(BYRON.)

O that the desert were my dwell'ing-place, |
With one fair spirit for my minister, |
That I might all forget the human race', |
And, hating no one, love but only her, !|

• Plain an

• Mon'nårk; not monnuck. b Move in anger; not mo-vin-nang ger. Pause in amity; not paw-zin-nam'ity. swer; not plain-nan'swer. Rev'èr-èns; not revurunce.

Ye elements! in whose ennobling stir
I feel myself exalted

can ye not |

Accord me such a being? | Do I err !

In deeming such inhabit many a spot? |

Though with them to converse, can rarely be our lot. :

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rap'ture on the lonely shore, |
There is society, where none intrudes |
By the deep sea, and music in its roar. I
I love not man the less, but nature more', |
From these, our interviews, | in which I steal |
From all I may be, or have been before, |
To mingle with the universe, | and feel |

What I can ne'er express', | yet cannot all conceal ̧. |

Roll on', thou deep, and dark-blue ocean-roll! |
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; |
Man marks the earth' with ruin his control]
Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain |
|
The wrecks are all thy' deed, nor doth remain |
A shadow of man's ravage, | save his own, |
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain', |

He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan', ] Without a grave, unknell❜d`,] uncof`fin'd, and unknown.]

His steps are not upon thy paths, thy fields | Are not a spoil for him, spoil for him, thou dost arise, | And shake him from' thee; the vile strength he wields | For earth's destruction, | thou dost all despise, | Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies', | And send'st him, |'shivering in thy playful spray, | And howling to his gods', where haply lies | His petty hope, in some near port, or bay, | Then dashest him again to earth':- there let him lay,.l

The armaments which thunderstrike the walls | Of rock-built cit'ies, | bidding nations quake, | And monarchs tremble in their capitals, | The oak leviathans | whose huge ribs make Their clay-creator the vain title take | Of lord of thee', and arbiter of war; | These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake', | They melt into thy yest of waves, which mar,] Alike, the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. | I Thy shores are em'pires, | chang'd in all save theeAssyria, Greece', Rome', Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free', I And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave', or savage; | their decay | Has dri'd up realms to deserts: | not so thou', Unchangeable, | save to thy wild waves' play,Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow Such as creation's dawn' beheld, | thou rollest now.

Thou glorious mirror, 'where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests; in all' time, |
Calm, or convuls'd-in breeze', or gale', or storm., |
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, |

Dark-heaving; | bound less, | end'less, and sublime.—|
The image of eternity-'the throne |

Of the Invisible; | 'e'en from out thy slime' | The monsters of the deep are made; each zone | Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread', fath'omless, alōne.

SP And I have lov'd' thee, o'cean! | and my joyl Of youthful sports, was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, on ward: | from a boy' | I wanton'd with thy break.ers: they to me, | Were a delight; | and, if the fresh'ning sea | Made them a terror I't was a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, | And trusted to thy billows, far, and near, | And aid my hand upon thy mane'

• Mon'nårks: not mon'nucks. Yest.

| as I do here. |