declivities in colors dipped in heaven, has been the source of the most absorbing sensations. There stands magnitude, giving the instant impression of a power above man, grandeur that defies decay, antiquity that tells of ages unnumbered, beauty that the touch of time makes only more beautiful, use exhaustless for the service of man, strength imperishable as the globe; the monument of eternity, the truest earthly emblem of that everliving, unchangeable, irresistible Majesty, by whom and for whom all things were made! ODE ON THE PASSIONS.-Collins. When Music, heavenly maid, was young, From the supporting myrtles round, Would prove his own expressive power. 2. First, Fear, his hand its skill to try, Next, Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, With woful measures, wan Despair-- But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, Still it whisper'd-promised pleasure, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all her song. And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft, responsive voice was heard at every close; And Hope, enchanted, smiled and wav'd her golden hair. 6. And longer had she sung-but, with a frown, Revenge-impatient rose, He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast, so loud and dread, The doubling drum with furious heat. And though, sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still, he kept his wild unalter'd mien; While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head. 7. Thy numbers, Jealousy, to nought were fix'd; Of differing themes the veering song was mix'd: And, now, it courted Love; now, raving, call'd on Hate. 8. With eyes upraised, as one inspired, Pale Melancholy sat, retired; And, from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes, by distance made more sweet, Par'd thro' the mellow horn her pensive soul: Thro' glades and glooms, the mingled measure stole; Love of peace, and lonely musing- 9. Bat, oh! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone! When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest bue, Her bow across her shoulders flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket 1ung, The hunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known! 10. The oak-crown'd sisters, and their chaste eyed queen, Satyrs, and sylvan boys, were seen, Peeping from forth their alleys green; Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear; And Sport leap'd up, and seiz'd his beechen spear. 11. Last came Joy's ecstatic trial. He, with viny crown advancing, To some unwearied minstrel dancing; While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, As if he would the charming air repay, THE HOLY ALLIANCE.-Daniel Webster. It is not a little remarkable, that a writer of reputa. tion upon the Public Law, described, many years ago, not inaccurately, the character of the Holy Alliance. I allude to Puffendorff. "It seems useless," says he, sure. 2. "If one engage to serve another, he does not set it down expressly and particularly among the terms and conditions of the bargain, that he will not betray nor murder him, nor pillage nor burn his house. For the same reason, that would be a dishonorable engagement in which men should bind themselves to act properly and decently, and not break the peace. 3. Such were the sentiments of that eminent writer. How nearly he had anticipated the case of the Holy Alliance, will appear from comparing his observations with the preamble to that alliance, which is as follows: * Book 2, chap. ii. |