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8. May the Great Ruler of nations grant that the signal blessings with which he has favored ours, may not, by the madness of party or personal ambition, be disregarded and lost; and may His wise Providence bring those who have produced this crisis, to see their folly, before they feel the misery of civil strife ; and inspire a returning veneration for that union, which, if we may dare to penetrate His designs, He has chosen as the only means of attaining the high destinies to which we may reasonably aspire.
In the year 1832, a state convention was held in South Carolina, and passed an ordinance, declaring laws of the United States, for imposing duties and imposts on the importation of foreign commodities, null and toid! On the 10th of December of the same year, Gen. Jackson, who, at that time, was president of the United States, made a proclamation, from which the above eloquent extract is taken.
58. WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE.-George P Morris.
1. Woodman, spare that tree !
Touch not a single bough,
Thy axe shall harm it not.
Whose glory and renown,
Now towering to the skies.
I sought its grateful shade,
My mother kissed me here-
4. My heart strings round thee cling,
Close as thy bark, old friend!
Thy axe shall harm thee not. The author is indebted to the “Schenectady Reflector" for a knowledge of the incidents upon which this beautiful and affecting poem is founded. Such a poem, when we become familiar with the circumstances under which it was written, breathes a charm over the cold realities of life. That paper says, in substance, that a family of opulence, consisting of the parents and a large number of sons and daughters, resided near the city of New-York; and that their home was an earthly paradise. But it did not long continue. The failures of those for whom the old gentleman endorsed, swept away every farthing of his property. All died but the youngest son. He went to the south, and gained a fortune; and then returned to his old home, which however, was so situated, that he could not possess himself of it. He visited the sacred grounds periodically. When Col. Morris accompanied him, they saw a woodman, standing by the “aged oak,” near the old cottage, sharpening his axe. The stranger put spurs to his horse, rode swiftly up, and accosted him thus: “What are you going to do?" "I intend to cut down this tree," replied the woodman. “What for ?" "I want it for fire wood.” “If you want fire wood," said the stranger, “why did you not go to yonder forest, and let this old oak stand ?" "You see I am an old man,” replied the woodman, “and I have not strength to bring my wood so far.”
** If I will give you enough money, to hire as much wood, brought to your door, as this tree will make, will you forever let it stand?" I he woodman replied, “Yes.” They executed a bond that the tree should remain; and the stranger turned to Col. Morris, and said, with a generous tear sparkling in his eye, "in youth it sheltered me, and I'll protect it now.". It affected the colonel deeply, as it would every man who had a heart capable of feeling; and, on his return to New-York, he wrote the above exquisite lines.
59. THE UNION.-D. Webster.
1. While the union lasts, we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects, spread out before us, for us, and our children. Be yond that, I seek not to penetrate the veil
. God grant that, in my day, at least, that curtain may not rise. God grant that, on my vision, never may be opened what lies behind !
2. When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in the heavens, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious union; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood !
3. Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the world, --its arms and trophies streaming in their original lustre, not a stripe erased or polluted, nor a single star obscured-bearing for its motto, no such miserable interrogatory, as - What is all this worth ? nor those other words of delusion and folly, “ Liberty first, and union afterwards ;" but every where, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart—" Liberty and union, now and forever, one and inseparable."
The above is the conclusion of Mr. Webster's speech in 1830, on Mr. Foote's land resolution, in reply to Gen. Hayne of South Carolina.
60. MARCO BOZZARIS.-F. G. Halleck.
1. At midnight, in his guarded tent,
The Turk was dreaming of the hour
Should iremble at his power;
In dreams, his song of triumph heard;
Then pressed that monarch's throne,-a king;
As Eden's garden bird.
2. At midnight, in the forest shades,
Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band, True as the steel of their tried blades,
Heroes in heart and hand.
On old Platæa's day,
As quick, as far as they.
3. An hour passed on—the Turk awoke;
That bright dream was his last; He woke--to hear his sentries shriek, " To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek He woke—to die midst flame, and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre-stroke,
And death-shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud,
Bozzaris cheer his band : « Strike-till the last arm'd foe expires; Strike-for
altars and your fires; Strike for the green graves
your God—and your native land !"
4. They fought-like brave men, long and well;
They piled that ground with Moslem slain They conquered—but Bozzaris fell,
Bleeding at every vein.
And the red field was won;
Like flowers at set of sun.
5. Come to the bridal chamber, Death!
Come to the mother, when she feels, For the first time, her first-born's breath;
Come when the blessed seals
That close the pestilence are broke,
With banquet-song, and dance, and wine;
Of agony, are thine.
But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
The thanks of millions yet to be.
Greece nurtured in her glory's time,
Even in her own proud clime.
We tell thy doom without a sigh;
That were not born to die.
Marco Bozzaris, the Epaminondas of Modern Greece, fell in a night attack
upon the Turkish camp, at Laspi, the site of the ancient Platæa, August 30, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words were—" To die for liberty is a pleasure, and not a pain."
John L. Stephens, who is greatly distinguished as an author of " Travels," says that he saw his widow, and apprised her of the high estimation in which Americans hold the name and memory of Marco Bozzaris.
This piece renders the name of our countryman, by whom it was written, almost as imperishable as that of the hero, to whom it relates. In reciting or declaiming it, the voice should undergo great changes in pitch and quantity. The third verse, except the first three lines, and the last, should be given on a high key,—the fifth verse on a low key.
61. SPEECH OF EDMUND BURKE.
1. Since I had the honor, I should say, the dishonor, of sitting in this house, I have been witness to many strange, many