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2. Oh! Douglass, Douglass! if departed ghosts
Are e'er permitted to review this world,
Within the circle of that wood, thou art;
And with the passion of immortals, hear'st
My lamentation; hear'st thy wretched wife
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for her husband slain, her infant lost.
My brother's timeless death, I seem to mourn,
Who perished with thee on this fatal day.

3. To thee I lift my voice, to thee address
The plaint which mortal ear has never heard.
Oh! disregard me not; though I am called
Another's now, my heart is wholly thine.
Incapable of change, affection lies

Buried, my Douglass, in thy bloody grave.

This "Soliloquy of Lady Randolph," in which she mourns the loss of her husband, her child, and her brother, requires a low key, very slow time, and long quantity. It is very pathetic, and therefore should be given in a plaintive manner. It is taken from the excellent tragedy of "Douglass," written by Rev John Home, who was born in Roxburyshire, in 1724, and died near Edinburgh, in 1808.

BYRON'S FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE.

1. Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare the well:
Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

2. Would that breast were bared before thee,
Where thy head so oft hath lain,
While that placid sleep came o'er thee
Which thou ne'er canst know again :

3. Would that breast, by thee glanced over,
Every inmost thought could show !
Then thou would'st at last discover
"Twas not well to spurn it so.

4. Though the world for this commend thee-
Though it smile upon the blow,
Even its praises must offend thee,
Founded on another's wo.-

5. Though my many faults defaced me,
Could no other arm be found

Than the one which once embrac❜d me,
To inflict a cureless wound?

6. Yet, Oh yet, thyself deceive not;
Love may sink by slow decay,
But by sudden wrench, believe not
Hearts can thus be torn away:

7. Still thine own its life retaineth

Still must mine, though bleeding, beat, And the undying thought which paineth, Is that we no more may meet.

8. These are words of deeper sorrow
Than the wail above the dead;
Both shall live, but every morrow
Wake us from a widow'd bed.

9. And when thou would'st solace gather,
When our child's first accents flow,
Wilt thou teach her to say, "Father!"
Though his cares she must forego !

10. When her little hands shall press thee,
When her lip to thine is prest,

Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee,
Think of him thy love hath bless'd!

11. Should her lineaments resemble

Those thou never more may'st see,
Then thy heart will softly tremble
With a pulse yet true to me,

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12. All my faults, perchance thou knowest,
All my madness, none can know ;
All my hopes where'er thou goest,
Wither, yet with thee they go.

13. Every feeling hath been shaken;
Pride, which not a world could bow,
Bows to thee-by thee forsaken,
Even my soul forsakes me now :

14. But 't is done-all words are idle-
Words from me are vainer still;
But the thoughts we cannot bridle,
Force their way without the will.

15. Fare thee well!-thus disunited,
Torn from every nearer tie,

Sear'd in heart, and lone, and blighted,
More than this, I scarce can die.

Byron's Farewell to his Wife," being the language of tender emotion, requires a plaintive manner, and a low key.

SONG OF THE GERMAN SOLDIERS AFTER

VICTORY.

Single Voice.

1. It is the Rhine! our mountain vineyards laving;
I see the bright flood shine;

Sing on the march with every banner waving,
Sing, brothers! 'tis the Rhine!

Chorus.

2. The Rhine, the Rhine! our own Imperial river! Be glory on thy track!

We left thy shores, to die or to deliver;

We bear thee freedom back.

Single Voice.

3. Hail! hail! my childhood knew thy rush of water,
Even as a mother's song ;

That sound went past me on the field of slaughter,
And heart and arm grew strong.

Chorus.

4. Roll boldly on! brave blood is with thee sweeping,
Poured out by sons of thine,

When sword and spirit forth in joy were leaping
Like thee, victorious Rhine!

Single Voice.

5. Home! home! thy glad wave hath a tone of greeting,Thy path is by my home:

Even now, my children count the hours, till meeting, O ransomed ones, I come!

Chorus.

6. Go, tell the seas that chain shall bind thee never;
Sound on, by hearth and shrine ;

Sing through the hills, that thou art free forever;
Lift up thy voice, O Rhine !-Mrs. Hemans.

The German soldiers were two days passing over the river, at the first gleam of which, they all burst forth into the national chant, Am Rhein! Am Rhein ! and the rocks and the castle were ringing to the song the whole time; for, while crossing, each band renewed it; and the Cossacks, with the clash, and the clang, and the roll of their stormy war-music, catching the enthusiasm of the scene, swelled forth the chorus, Am Rhein! Am Rhein! This song is admirably adapted to the purposes of simultaneous reading or recitation, both for ladies and gentlemen.

DEFENCE OF SOCRATES BEFORE HIS JUDGES.

1. I chiefly marvel, O ye judges! that Melitus should have asserted that I, diligently applying myself to the contemplation and practice of whatever is virtuous, corrupt the youth;'-and, indeed, we well know what it is to cor

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rupt them. But show us, if in your power, whom of pious, I have made impious; of modest, shameless; of frugal, profuse. Who from temperate is become drunken; from laborious, idle, or effeminate, by associating with me? Or, where is the man who has been enslaved, by my means, to any vicious pleasure whatever?

2. How could it escape being regarded even by you, Melitus, as a thing deserving the highest admiration, that while in every other instance, the man who excels in any employment, is supposed not only entitled to a common regard, but receives many, and those very distinguishing marks of honor; I, on the contrary, am persecuted even to death, because I am thought by many to have excelled in that employment which is the most noble, and which hath for its aim the greatest good to mankind; by instructing our youth in the knowledge of their duty, and planting in the mind each virtuous principle!

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3. It is necessary, O ye judges! that all those who instructed the witnesses to bear, by perjury, false testimony against me, as well as all those who too readily obeyed their instructions, should be conscious to themselves of much impiety and injustice; but that I, in any wise, should be more troubled and cast down than before condemna. tion, I see not, since I stand here unconvicted of any of the crimes whereof I was accused, for no one hath proved against me, that I sacrificed to any new deity, or even made mention of the names of any other than Jupiter, Juno, and the rest of the deities, which, together with these, our city holds sacred; neither have they once shown what were the means I made use of to corrupt the youth, at the very time I was enuring them to a life of patience and frugality.

4. As for those crimes to which our laws have annexed death as the only proper punishment: sacrilege, man-stealing, undermining of walls, or betraying of the city,-my enemies do not even say that any of these things were ever practised by me. Wherefore I the rather marvel that ye have now judged me worthy to die.

5. But it is not for me to be troubled on that account ; for, if I die unjustly, the shame must be theirs who put me

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