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which Antony repeatedly applies to Cæsar's murderers, renders it unne cessary to prolong this note. There is no better piece in our language, for an elocutionary exercise.


1. Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note,

As his corse o'er the ramparts we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot,

O'er the grave where our hero we buried.

2. We buried him darkly at dead of night,

The sod with our bayonets turning,
By the trembling moonbeams' misty light,

And our lantern dimly burning.

3. No useless coffin enclosed his breast;

Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,

With his martial cloak around him.

4. Few and short were the prayers we said

We spoke not a word of sorrow;
But steadfastly gaz'd on the face of the dead,

And bitterly thought of the morrow.

5. We thought as we hollow'd his narrow bed,

And smooth'd down his lowly pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we, far

away o'er the billow.

6. Lightly they'll speak of the spirit that's gone,

And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him;
But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on,

In the grave where his comrades have laid him.

7. Not the half of our heavy task was done

When the bell toll’d the hour for retiring; And we knew by the distant, random gun,

That the foe was then suddenly firing.

8. Slowly and sadly we laid him down,

From the field of his fame, fresh and gory; We carv'd not a line, we rais'd not a stone,

But left him alone-in his glory. The “Burial of Sir John Moore" requires a low key, slow time, and long quantity.


1. If the spirits of the illustrious dead participate in the concerns and cares of those who were dear to them in this transitory'life, O, ever dear and venerated shade of my departed father, look down with scrutiny upon the conduct of your suffering son; and see if I have, even for a moment, deviated from those principles of morality and patriotism which it was your care to instil into my youthful mind, and for which I am now to offer up my

life. 2. My lords, you seem impatient for the sacrifice—the blood which you seek, is not congealed by the artificial terrors which surround your victim ; it circulates warmly and unruffiled, through the channels which God created for noble purposes, but which you are bent to destroy for purposes so grievous, that they cry to heaven. Be yet patient! I have but a few words more to say. I am going to my

cold and silent grave--my lamp of life is nearly extinguished—my race is run—the grave opens to receive me,

and I sink into its kosom!

3. I have but one request to ask at my departure from this world,—it is the charity of its silence. Let no man write my epitaph ; for as no man who knows my motives, dare now vindicate them, let not prejudice or ignorance asperse them. Let them and me repose in obscurity and peace,


tomb remain uninscribed, until other times, and other men, can do justice to my character

. When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written

The above extract is the concluding part of the speech of Robert Em met, Esq., a distinguished Irish orator and patriot, before Lord Norbury of England, on an indictment for high treason. He was condemned before

he was tried; and, under the combined influence of prejudice and tyranny, he was executed in the year 1803. The extract from his last speech, here given, requires quantity in its elocution.


1. She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,

And lovers around her are sighing;
But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps,

For her heart in his grave is lying.

2. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains,

Every note which he lov'd awaking-
Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains,

How the heart of the minstrel is breaking.
3. He had liv'd for his love-for his country he died ;

They were all that to life had entwin'd himNor soon shall the tears of his country be dried,

Nor long will his love stay behind him.

4. Oh! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest,

When they promise a glorious morrow;
They'll shine o'er her sleep like a smile from the west,

From her own lov'd island of sorrow.

Love, like life, has no second spring.” As Mr. Fowler, a phrenologist, in his writings on matrimony, elegantly and philosophically, observes:

Let love be checked or blighted in its first pure emotion, and the beauty of its spring is irrecoverably withered and lost. It may yet retain the glory of its summer, but the dew of its youth has vanished, never to return. The fruits of its autumn may be enjoyed, but the flower of its primrose has faded away, never to blossom again.

Curran was greatly distinguished in Ireland, both as a lawyer and orator. His daughter was engaged to be married to Robert Emmet, whose fate produced a deep impression on public sympathy," and especially upon the heart of his betrothed. The evening before his death, she had an affecting interview with him in his dungeon. As a parting token of attachment, he gave her a little miniature of himself, and besought her not to forget him. Immediately after his execution, she left Ireland and went to Italy, where she died broken hearted. "The Broken Heart," written by Washington Irving, is founded upon these circumstances. He says: "She wasted away in a slow and hopeless decline, and at length, sank into the grave, the victim of a broken heart !"

The appropriateness, beauty, and tenderness of those pathetic lines, written by the celebrated Irish poet, will give them a passport to all countries, and to every heart. Thøy should be read or recited on a very low key, with slow time, long quantity, and rhetorical pauses. Such a pause should be made after uttering the first word.


MILLENNIUM.—Rev. Dr. Sprague.

1. Ages have gone by, since the fact was revealed in the predictions of inspired men, that there shall ere long dawp apon the church, while her residence is yet on the earth, a day of triumph and jubilee, a period in which her light and glo ry shall fill the world. To this period she has been looking forward amidst all the oppression, and darkness, and conflicts, to which she has been subject; keeping an eye out continually upon the signs of the times, to see if there were any thing that betokened the dawn of millennial glory.

2. In these later years there have been streaks of light seen purpling the distant horizon, and the light has been gradually increasing in brightness, until it is now with most christians no longer a question, whether it is not the beginning of that which will terminate in the perfect day." No, it is not enthusiasm to imagine that we are standing at this moment on the margin of the latter day glory; and that the church will soon strike up, in loud and thrilling hosannas, her song of millennial joy.

3. Who that looks abroad upon the world and surveys the moral machinery that is now in operation, can doubt that we are fairly brought to this cheering and triumphant conclusion ? And who that looks at the progress and present state of the temperance cause, at the strength which it has gained in this nation, and which it is gaining in other nations, and at the increasing rapidity and majesty with which it moves forward,—who can let his eye rest upon all this, without being full in the conviction, that this very cause is at once a harbinger of the millennium, and destined to be one of the most efficient means of its introduction?

4 That blessed period is to be characterized by the universal prevalence of good order, of social happiness, of the influence of evangelical truth and piety. Say then whether the temperance cause can prevail without lending a mighty influence towards this glorious result? Take out of the world all the misery of which intemperance is either directly or indirectly the cause, and the change would be so great, that for a moment you would almost forget that the earth was still in any degree, laboring under the original curse.

5. Take away all the vice and the crime with which intemperance is identified or connected, and it would almost seem as if the “ holy Jerusalem had descended out of heaven” to dwell with men. Limit your views to a single neighborhood or a single city, and suppose intemperance to be entirely banished, and imagine the greatness of the change; and then extend your views all over this great nation, and this wide world, and in each case, suppose the temperance reformation to have become universal, and to have done its perfect work, and say whether its direct influence in bringing forward the millennium does not far exceed your most vivid conceptions.

6. But it exerts also an indirect influence towards the same result. One grand reason why the millennium is delayed, is that the church cannot command the means necessary for sending the gospel among all the nations. There is wealth enough in the world, but hitherto it has to a great extent been applied to other purposes than that of fulfilling the Redeemer's command, to carry abroad his gospel; and one of these purposes has been to extend the triumphs of this demon Intemperance.

7. And now as the monster is becoming chained, he cannot to the same extent, waste those treasures which God meant for the advancement of his cause; and as he becomes tame and powerless, and finally writhes in his last convulsions, he will leave to the church, not because he desires to do it, but because he cannot do otherwise, the almost boundless resources from which he has been accustomed to draw the means of his malignant triumph.

8. Men who were once drunkards, but have been reformed, instead of devoting their property to the work of self-destruction, will consecrate it to the service and honor of the Redeemer. Talents and influence too, which had been worse than lost, will be reclaimed for the use of the church. Who will not say, “Success, honor, and glory to a cause which is to

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