That as I have my share of sufferings borne, Mas. I would that now I could forget the monk who stands before me, Gen. Nay, friend, for thine own good I counselled thee, And merit not thine anger. I indeed Have understood thee better than thou think'st, Without the visionary confidence, That thou wert chosen the avenging scourge of Heaven, Thou wouldst not for our liberties contend; But now as I believe the goal is won 'Tis time that I should from thy sight withdraw The darkening veil, and from such dreams awake thee; That in reality thou should'st rejoice, And grasp the treasure, whereon foolishly Thou seek'st to close thine eyes. Go, seize it boldly, Mas. Thou, satan, get behind me! Go from my sight-I hate and I despise thee !— These were thy pious hopes, and I forsooth, Was in thy hands a pipe to play upon, And at thy music my poor soul to death Should dance before thee! Thou hast err'd. From dreams Thou hast indeed awoke me. While thou tear'st The dark veil from my sight, thy mask hath fall'n; SECTION LXXV. EXTRACT FROM PROFESSOR CHANNING'S INAUGURAL WE may account for the power of the ancient orator, from the effects of the false estimates which prevailed on the subject of national grandeur and happiness. Nothing was sooner upon the lips of the old republican, than his love of freedom and of his country. But what were liberty and patriotism then? Did they show themselves in a love of social order, and temperate government, and in a livelier jealousy of a domestic usurper than a foreign rival? Did they lead the citizen to value the comforts of home, the substantial improvements and ornaments of life, the solid institutions of a deliberate and virtuous commonwealth, infinitely more than his sway over other nations, that were too distant even to share his blessings, much less endanger his security? No-through all the splendour which genius has thrown over the old commonwealths, we can easily discern that the spirit of their government was thoroughly warlike-that their love of freedom was another name for ferocious lawlessness, and that their love of country cloaked a boundless ambition of power. He was the favourite who could swell the empire, multiply its resources, crowd the streets with trophies and captives, and make the world itself the prison-house of one master. Society was unsettled and irregular throughout, and seemed to be a combination for extending power, rather than establishing a prosperous security. Here, then, was room for the orator to pamper the pride of conquerors, or rouse the courage and scatter the shame of the defeated. National vanity, national ambition, were the principles he was perpetually called on to address. Were there evils in the state which required sober and thorough reform? The orator could draw the attention of the discontented to some foreign enterprise, or fix it upon a victim at home, and tempt them to waste their irritation upon an unpopular public benefactor, or upon some harmless neighbour, whose liberty gave of fence. Were there factions in the state which threatened its security? The orator was at hand to aid the designing, or rescue his country. Was the invader approaching in an hour of security or despair? The orator was called on to form alliances, negotiate with the enemy, breathe the spirit of resistance into his countrymen, and sometimes to waste the noblest strains of human eloquence over the last struggles of ill-adjusted and ill-guarded freedom. We was a But oratory, now, is said to be almost a lost art. hear constantly how it has fallen from its old supremacy, and lost its early splendour. Is this that we have learnt to despise our masters? Has their literature lost its hold upon our affections and veneration? Do we throw away their poetry and their eloquence, as the worthless ornaments of a voluptuous and decaying people? There never time when classical learning was held in juster veneration than at this day-a veneration that could be more grateful to those who inspired it. There never was a time when the disposition was stronger to make this learning practically useful; to take it from the sophist, the disputant, the overloaded, slumbering scholar, and put it into the hands of the philosopher, the soldier, the physician, the divine, the jurist, and statesman. It is the spirit of the age to turn every thing to account, and to let no good learning remain idle. How is it that eloquence has gone behind-hand? There are not more who seriously deny its uses now, than there were in the ancient commonwealths. There are popular governments on the earth now, where ambition, and patriotism, and the free expression of our opinions, are yet countenanced and rewarded, and where honour and usefulness follow influence as surely as they did in the age of Philip or Cæsar. SECTION LXXVI. RAMPSINITIS—PHARAOH-MOSES.....Anonymous. Rampsinitis. Son of the ancient word, eldest of kings, Let not the light'ning of thy wrath destroy The lowliest of thy servants, if he pray That, in thy wisdom, thou betray not scorn Against that God of terrors. Thou dost know him, Have mercy, then, dry up thy Egypt's tears, affect me; Pharaoh. Refresh'd by perfumed waters!—hath the bread Moses. Amram's son Stands face to face with Pharaoh. Phar. Hear, son of Levi ! We do repent our anger, and entreat, By thee, the mercy of thine angry God; Restore us light!-Light, though before our eyes Of mild entreaty, yet I do beseech thee, Shall be thine own accorded prayer. From Chemia Moses. Mighty lord! And clothe thyself in thine own proper robe- Thine angel-eye doth dart upon this spot This footstool of thy vengeance !-Rise to heaven, Phar. It is day! A day miraculous, and brighter far Than hath mine eyes e'er witnessed!-Am I blind? Of vivid lightnings that doth blast my sight! Our dear lord! Ramp. Look up, my lord, the Magian hath obey'd Thy sacred will! Phar. How pale and wan ye are !-O my people, How deeply have ye suffered! If ye come To greet your sovereign with such looks as these, Ere they shall quit our Egypt. Hear, thou son And pay the sacrifice which thou hast vow'd. Moses. We must not honour Israel's God by sin; And show him disobedience. Ramp. Amram's son, Why, thus perverse, provoke the wrath of Pharaoh ? To come back to your master, leave the herds Rampsinitis, Moses. Thus much,-The herds must go; no, not one head Ramp. I plead for thee no farther. Now then, Levi, |