state or neighborhood; when I refuse for any such cause, or for any cause, the homage due to American talent, to clevated patriotism, to sincere devotion to liberty and the country; or if I see an uncommon endowment of Heaven ́; if I see extraordinary capacity or virtue in any son of the South; and if, moved by local prejudice, or gangrened by state jealousy, I get up here to abate a tithe of a hair` from his just character and just fame', may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth. 4. Mr. President, I shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts. She needs none. There she is; behold her, and judge for yourselves. There is her history; the world knows it by heart. The past, at least, is secure`. There is Boston`, and Concord`, and Lexington`, and Bunker-hill`; and there they will remain forever. And, sir, where American liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives, in the strength of its manhood, and full of its original spirit. If discord and disunion shall wound' it; if party strife and blind ambition shall hawk at and tear it; if folly and madness, if uneasiness under salutary restraint, shall succeed to separate it from that Union', by which alone its existence is made sure ́, it will stand, in the end, by the side of that cradle in which its infancy was rocked`; it will stretch forth its arm with whatever of vigor it may still retain, over the friends who gathered around it; and it will fall at last, if fall it must, amid the proudest monuments of its glory, and on the very spot of its origin. LXVI. THE LAST DAYS OF HERCULANEUM. HERCULANEUM and Pompeii were cities of Italy, which were destroyed by an eruption of Vesuvius, being entirely buried under ashes and lava. During the last century they have been dug out, to a considerable extent, and the streets, and buildings, and utensils have been found in a state of perfect preservation. A Roman soldier, for some daring deed Chain'd down. His was a noble spirit, rough, He had a son; it was a rosy boy, A little faithful copy of his sire, In face and gesture. From infancy, the child Every sport The father shared and highten'd. But at length, The captive's lot, He felt in all its bitterness: the walls Of his deep dungeon answer'd many a sigh And heart-heav'd groan. His tale was known, and touch'd His jailer with compassion; and the boy, Thenceforth a frequent visitor, beguiled His father's lingering hours, and brought a balm With earliest morn Of that first day of darkness and amaze, Grew hot at length, and thick; but in his straw (1) On his low couch The fetter'd soldier sank, and with deep awe, His useless terrors. But he could not sleep: Groan'd unimaginable thunders; sounds, Like the sad mōanings of November's wind, In the blank midnight. (W) Dēēpest hōrror chill'd Came o'er him; then anon, a fiery thrill Shot through his veins. Now, at his couch he shrunk, As though he heard the battle trumpet sound, He slept, at last, A troubled, dreamy sleep. But terrible his agony. Soon the storm Well had he slept His hours are few, Burst forth; the lightenings glanced; the air Shook with the thunders. They awoke; they sprung, A moment as in sunshine - and was dark: In darkening, quivering tints, as stunning sound` With intensest awe, The soldier's frame was fill'd; and many a thought Jarring and lifting; and the massive walls, Heard harshly grate and strain`: yet knew he not, While evils undefined and yet to come Glanced through his thoughts, what deep and cureless wound His name in vain:- he can not answer thee. 9. Loudly the father call'd upon his child: No voice replied. Trembling and anxiously He search'd their couch of straw; with headlong haste Seem'd bursting from his ears, and from his eyes 10. Fire flash'd, he strain'd with arm extended far, (hh) Mad frenzy fires him now. He plants against the wall his feet; his chain Raging to break his toils,-to and fro bounds. 11. 12. Points out the lightning's track. (1) The father saw, And all his fury fled :-a dead calm fell That instant on` him :-speechless-fix'd--he stood`; Intensely on the corse. Those laughing eyes Were not yet closed`,—and round those ruby lips Silent and pale The father stands :-no tear is in his eye":- Be given, 't were still a sweeter thing to die. 13. It will be given. (h) Look! how the rolling ground At every swell, nearer and still more near Moves toward the father's outstretch'd arm his boy: That shaded his fine brow; looks in his eyes; 14. (1) And death came sōōn and swift, And pangless. The huge pīle sānk down at once ALTERED FROM SHAKSPEARE. SCENE I.-Camp before Florence. Enter COUNT ROSENCRANTZ, the captain of horse in the Duke of Florence's army, and CAPT. DUMAIN and his brother, two officers under the Count. 1st Capt. Dumain. Nay, good, my lord, try him. If your lordship find him not a knave, take me henceforth for a fool. 2d Capt. Dumain. On my life, my lord', he is a mere bubble. Count Rosencrantz. Do you think I am so far deceived in him? 1st. Capt. D. Believe it, my lord. To my certain knowledge, without any malice, but to speak of him as gently as if he were my kinsman, he's a notorious coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker, and the owner of no one good quality worthy your lordship's respect. 2d Capt D. It is important that you should understand him, lest, reposing too far in a virtue, which he hath not, he might, on some important occasion, in some pressing danger, fail you. Count R. I would I knew in what particular action to try him. 2d Capt. D. None better than to let him fetch off his drum, which you heard him so confidently undertake to do. 1st Capt. D. I', with a troop of Florentines, will suddenly surprise him. I will have men whom, I am sure, he knows |