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A glorious life commences

I am all thine.

Again the day of gladness or of anguish

Shall Malek Adhel share, and oft again

May this sword fence thee in the bloody field.
Henceforth, Saladin,

My heart, my soul, my sword, are thine forever.

1 SPĒ'CIOUS. Plausible;

seemingly good.

showy; 5 IR-REV'O-CA-BLE. That which can

not be recalled.

2 SUB'TER-FŪĢE. An evasion; an ar- 6 CĂL'LOUS. Hard; insensible; un

tifice; a trick.

DIS-SEM'BLER.

feeling.

A hypocrite; one 7 AL-LE'ĢIANCE. Fidelity, or obedi

who conceals his opinions or dispo

sition under a false appearance.

ence which a citizen owes to his government.

4 BOW'STRING. A cord used by the 8 EN-SAN'GUINED. Smeared or stained Turks to strangle criminals.

with blood.

LXIV. CITY AND COUNTRY.

O. W. HOLMES.

[Oliver Wendell Holmes, M. D., was born in Cambridge, in 1809, and was graduated at Harvard College in 1829. He is one of the most brilliant and popular of American writers. He is a professor in the medical department of Harvard College, and distinguished as a man of science. The following poem was read by him at a festival gathering of the sons of Berkshire, Mass.]

1. COME back to your Mother, ye children, for shame,
Who have wandered like truants, for riches and fame!
With a smile on her face, and a sprig in her cap,
She calls you to feast from her bountiful lap.

2. Come out from your alleys, your courts, and your lanes,
And breathe, like your eagles, the air of our plains;
Take a whiff from our fields, and your excellent wives
Will declare 'tis all nonsense insuring your lives.

3. Come, you of the law, who can talk, if you please,
Till the man in the moon will allow it's a cheese,
And leave "the old lady that never tells lies,"
To sleep with her handkerchief over her eyes.

4. Ye healers of men, for a moment decline
Your feats in the rhubarb and ipecac1 line;
While you shut up your turnpike, your neighbors can go
The old round-about road to the regions below.

5. You clerk, on whose ears are a couple of pens,
And whose head is an ant-hill of units and tens,
Though Plato* denies you, we welcome still
As a featherless biped, in spite of your quill.

you

6. Poor drudge of the city! how happy he feels

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With the burrs on his legs and the grass at his heels!
No dodger behind his bandannas3 to share, -

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No constable grumbling, “You mustn't walk there!"

7. In yonder green meadow, to memory dear,

He slaps a mosquito, and brushes a tear;

The dewdrops hang around him on blossoms and shoots, He breathes but one sigh for his youth and his boots.

8. There stands the old school-house, hard by the old church;

That tree by its side had the flavor of birch;

O, sweet were the days of his juvenile tricks,
Though the prairie of youth had so many "big licks!"

9. By the side of yon river he weeps and he slumps,
The boots fill with water, as if they were pumps,
Till, sated with rapture, he steals to his bed,
With a glow in his heart, and a cold in his head.

10. 'Tis past, he is dreaming-I see him again;

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The ledger returns as by legerdemain *;

* PLATO. A celebrated Greek philosopher, born about 430 years before Christ, His reported definition of man, -a biped without feathers, is alluded to here.

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His mustache is damp with an easterly flaw,
And he holds in his fingers an omnibus straw.

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11. He dreams the chill gust is a blossoming gale,
That the straw is a rose from his dear native vale;
And murmurs, unconscious of space and of time,
"A 1.-
. — Extra super.
-Ah! isn't it prime!"

12. O, what are the prizes we perish to win,

To the first little "shiner" we caught with a pin?
No soil upon earth is so dear to our eyes

As the soil we first stirred in terrestrial pies!

13. Then come from all parties, and parts, to our feast; Though not at the "Astor," we'll give you at least A bite at an apple, a seat on the grass,

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1 IP/E-CXC. A contraction of ipecacuanha, a South American plant used as an emetic.

2 DŎDG'ER. One guilty of sly, mean tricks; here, a sly thief.

at nothing a glass!

the art of performing tricks which depend chiefly on nimbleness of hand; a juggle.

6 ŎM'NI-BUS. A large public carriage used in cities.

3 BAN-DAN'NA. A kind of pocket 7 A 1. Signs used in insuring a vessel

handkerchief.

4 SAT'ĘD. Filled or gratified to the extent of desire; glutted.

• LEG-ER-DE-MAIN'. Sleight of hand;

to denote that it is of the first class; hence, colloquially applied to any thing of the best quality. 8 TER-RES TRI-AL. Earthy, or earthly.

LXV. — EXTRACT FROM EMMET'S SPEECH.

ROBERT EMMET.

[Robert Emmet was born at Dublin, Ireland, in the year 1780. Even in his boyhood he became prominent as an advocate of the independence of his native country. After the failure of the revolution of 1798, he escaped to France, but returned in 1803, and took an active part in an attack upon the castle and arsenals of Dublin. The effort was unsuccessful. Emmet was arrested, tried, and convicted of high treason. The following extract is from the speech deliv

* A large hotel in New York city.

ered by him in reply to the question, "What have you, therefore, now to say why judgment of death and execution should not be awarded against you, according to law?"

He was executed on the gallows, September 20, 1803. The eloquence and pathos evinced by his speech, as well as the courage with which he met his fate, won general admiration.]

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1. MY LORDS: What have I to say, why sentence of death should not be pronounced on me, according to law? I have nothing to say that can alter your predetermination, or that it would become me to say, with any view to the mitigation of that sentence which you are here to pronounce, and which I must abide. But I have much to say which interests me more than that life which you have labored to destroy. I have much to say, why my reputation should be rescued from the load of false accusation and calumny which has been heaped upon it.

2. Were I only to suffer death, after being adjudged guilty by your tribunal, I should bow in silence and meet the fate that awaits me, without a murmur. But the sentence of the law which delivers my body to the executioner, will, through the ministry of that law, labor in its own vindication to consign my character to obloquy 3, for there must be guilt somewhere; whether in the sentence of the court or in the catastrophe, posterity must determine.

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3. When my spirit shall be wafted to a more friendly port; when my shade shall have joined the bands of those martyred heroes who have shed their blood on the scaffold and in the field, in defence of their country and virtue, this is my hope: I wish that my memory and name may animate those who survive me, while I look down with complacency on the destruction of that perfidious government, which upholds its domination by blasphemy of the Most High.

4. My lord, shall a dying man be denied the legal priv ilege of exculpating himself, in the eyes of the commu

nity, from an undeserved reproach thrown upon him during his trial, by charging him with ambition, and attempting to cast away, for a paltry consideration, the liberties of his country? Why, then, insult me? or, rather, why insult justice, in demanding of me why sentence of death should not be pronounced?

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5. I am charged with being an emissary of France! An emissary of France! And for what end? It is alleged that I wished to sell the independence of my country! And for what end? Was this the object of my ambition? and is this the mode by which a tribunal of justice reconciles contradictions? No, I am no emissary; and my ambition was to hold a place among the deliverers of my country; not in power, nor in profit, but in the glory of the achievement!

6. Sell my country's independence to France! And for what? Was it for a change of masters? No, but for ambition! O my country, was it personal ambition that could influence me? Had it been the soul of my actions, could I not by my education and fortune, by the rank and consideration of my family, have placed myself among the proudest of my oppressors? My country was my idol; to it I sacrificed every selfish, every endearing sentiment; and for it I now offer up my life.

7. No, my lord; I acted as an Irishman, determined on delivering my country from the yoke of a foreign and un, relenting tyranny; and from the more galling yoke of a domestic faction, which is its joint partner and perpetrator in the parricide, whose reward is the ignominy of exist ing with an exterior of splendor and a consciousness of depravity. It was the wish of my heart to extricate my country from this doubly-riveted despotism; I wished to place her independence beyond the reach of any power on earth; I wished to exalt her to that proud station in the world.

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