Humbled

my birth, bartered my ancient name, For the rank favor of the senseless mass

That frets and festers in your commonwealth.

Ay, stalked about with bare head and stretched hand,
Smiling on this slave, and embracing that,
Coining my conscience into beggar words,
Doing the candidates' whole drudgery.

What is't to me that all have stooped in turn?
Does fellowship in chains make bondage proud?
Does the plague lose its venom, if it taint
My brother with myself? Is't victory,
If I but find, stretched by my bleeding side,
All who came with me in the golden morn,
And shouted as my banner met the sun?

I cannot think of't. There's no faith in earth;
The very men with whom I walked through life!
Nay, till within this hour, in all the bonds
Of courtesy and high companionship,
They all deserted me; Metellus, Scipio,
Æmilius, Cato, even my kinsman °Cæsar,—
All the chief names and senators of Rome,
This day, as if the heavens had stamped me black,
Turned on their heel, just at the point of fate,
Left me a mockery in the rabble's midst,
And followed their plebeian consul, °Cicero!
No! I have run my course. Another year!
Why täunt me, sir? No-if their curule chair,
Sceptre, and robe, and all their mummery,
Their whole embodied consulate were flung
Here at my feet,-and all assembled Rome
Knelt to me, but to stretch my finger out,

And pluck them from the dust,-I'd scorn to do it;
This was the day to which I looked through life;
And it has failed me,-vanished from my grasp,
Like air.

For all the ills

That chance or nature lays upon our heads,

In chance or nature there is found a cure:

But self-abasement is beyond all cure!

The brand is there, burned in the living flesh,

That bears its mark to the grave:-That dagger's plunged Into the central pulses of the heart;

The act is the mind's suicide; for which

There is no after-health-no hope-no pardon!

My day is done.

REV. GEORGE "CROLY.

CXI. ADAMS AND JEFFERSON.

ADAMS and Jefferson are gone. Let us mourn the sad reality of their loss-let us rejoice in the glory of their departure-let us condole with that solitary and venerable man, the companion of their glory, CARROLL, the model of the accomplished gentleman, the scho lar, and the patriot. Washington, °Franklin, Jefferson, Adams, have passed to another and a happier existence, but their names will be associated here, as the founders of a mighty republic. Washington, by the suffrage of all posterity, and of the universe, has been assigned the first place; not because he wielded the sword, and crowned the great work with success, but because his virtues as a citizen, his abilities as a statesman, his authority as a magistrate, his godlike purity and disinterestedness as a patriot, placed him beyond the reach of envy, of rivalry, of competition. Nor should we conclude, that because Adams and Jefferson have not been seen at the head of legions, they were destitute of the courage and capacity of command; such minds cannot be allied to fear, and those who ruled the destinies of nations might have commanded armies.

We may seek in vain through the whole range of history, for a parallel to the lives and deaths of Adams and Jefferson. It would have been remarked as extraordinary, if any one of our revolutionary worthies had departed amid the glory of this anniversary; still more if that one had been instrumental in bringing about the great event; but when it shall be told, that both the author and the advocate of the declaration, so pregnant with the fate of unborn millions, departed on that day, after having lived the exact period of half a century from its date, it will require all the weight of cotemporary evidence to place it on the records of history, and all the faith of posterity to give it credit. It was natural that the minds of both should linger upon that most brilliant moment of their lives, and that it should be the last spot of earthly vision to fade from their view; but that a secret sympathy should exist between their kindred spirits, calling them to wing their flight to the regions of immortality, at the same moment, is a circumstance at which we must pause, and adore the inscrutable designs of Providence.

To their children, for we may now call them our fathers, it is a pleasing reflection, that if ever for a moment the warm and sincere friendship, which had commenced with the morning of our liberties, had been clouded by the demon of party long before the close of their lives, it had been renewed into the most generous ardor, beyond the power of malevolence. In the lives of these great men, the historian will delight to trace the numerous points of coincidence. They were both educated in the profession of the law, a profession

which, in a free country, in a government of laws, and not of men, when liberally pursued, deserves to be considered as the guardian of its liberties. Before our revolutionary contest, they had both been engaged in prepâring the minds of their countrymen for the separation; and with Franklin, were probably among the first to foresce its necessity, and pursue a systematic plan for its accomplishment. As members of the first congress, the one from the principal colony of the north, the other of the south, they took the lead in bringing forward and sustaining the important measure; they displayed at the same time those characteristics, which, according to the author of Anacharsis, constitute true courage-they knew their danger, feared it, yet encountered it with unshaken firmness. To both were confided the most important trusts abroad: first, to negotiate peace and "amity with the nations of Europe, and next, as the first representatives of our government, at the two principal courts; Jefferson to that of Paris, and Adams to that of London. They both filled in succession the second station in the government; and were both afterwards elevated to the first. For many years after their retirement, they were both the objects of peculiar veneration to their countrymen. They saw in the simple retirement of private citizens those distinguished men, who had been the chief magistrates of a great people, and who had filled a station more dignified than that of kings. In their great age, we are reminded of the celebrated philosophers of Greece; and much is to be ascribed to the power of that intellect, which they preserved unimpaired, so highly cultivated, so habitually exercised, whose embalming influence almost controlled and retarded the decay of nature. The closing scene of their lives rendered the coincidence almost perfect. But the doom of man is inevitable. If virtues, and talents, and good services could secure immortality on earth, our WASHINGTON had still lived. Let us not then repine at the unvarying laws of nature, and of nature's God, which have created the vicissitudes of day and night, the changes of the seasons, and have appointed a time for every living thing to die. Under the guidance of hope and faith, let us keep in view the celestial light, which, if steadily pursued, will conduct us safely through this vale of trouble and disappointment to the regions of happiness and immortality, when we shall meet again with those whom we esteemed, and loved, and venerated on earth. O illustrious names of WASHINGTON, FRANKLIN, JEFFERSON, ADAMS! delightful to every American ear-dear to humanity-ever living in the remembrance of posterity! Cities may disappear-empires may fall-monuments may be crumbled into dust-but unless the light of civilization and science shall be extinguished by an eternal night of barbarism, your fame and your honors shall endure FOR EVER.

H. M. BRACKENRIDGE,

And now he nears the chasmed ice;
He stoops to leap, and in a trice,

His foot hath slipped!-0, heaven!
He hath leaped in, and down he falls
Between those blue tremendous walls,
Standing asunder riven !

But quick his clutching nervous grasp
Contrives a jutting crag to clasp,
And thus he hangs in air;-
O moment of exulting bliss!
Yet hope so nearly hopeless, is
Twin brother to despair.

He looked beneath,- -a horrid doom!
Some thousand yards of deepening gloom
Where he must drop to die!
He looked above, and many a rood
Upright the frozen ramparts stood,
Around a speck of sky.

Fifteen long dreadful hours he hung,
And often by strong breezes swung,
His fainting body twists;

Scârce can he cling one moment more—
His half-dead hands are ice, and sore
His burning, bursting wrists.

His head grows dizzy-he must drop:
He half resolves ;-but stop, Oh, stop!
Hold on to the last spasm!

Never in life give up your hope:
Behold! behold! a friendly rope
Is dropping down the chasm!

They call thee, Pierre! See, see them here;
Thy gathered neighbors far and near:
Be cool, man-hold on fast!
And so from out that terrible place,
With death's pale paint upon his face,
They drew him up at last.

And he came home an altered man,
For many harrowing terrors ran

Through his poor heart that day:

He thought how all through life, though young,
Upon a thread, a hair, he hung,

Over a gulf midway:

He thought what fear it were to fall
Into the pit that swallows all,

Unwinged with hope and love:
And when the succor came at last,
Oh, then he learnt how firm and fast
Was his best Friend above!

M. F. "TUPPER.

CXIII. THE VOICE.

THE apparatus of the voice is truly a musical instrument. We can see, therefore, in its construction and arrangement, the application of those principles, which usually regulate the production of musical sounds, and which man observes in making the various instruments which his ingenuity has invented to delight the ear. It is, however, a much more perfect instrument than any which man. has invented.

Almost every musical instrument, it is true, has a greater compass than that of the human voice; but it is by no means the chief excel