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the reader's pormission, he will relate. "The emperor of Russia sent to the emperor of China, to know what he should do in case of the cholera. The latter returned for answer that the inhabitants of China had nothing to fear from cholera, except the drunkards and debauchees; that he could spare four millions of them; and he thought it a fortunate circum stance when cholera cut them off, as no admonition could restrain them from pursuing their wicked practices.”

In his address, the chancellor eloquently calls upon American women, to contribute their full and fair proportion of influence in behalf of the temperance cause; and that, too, without departing from the refinement of their character, or the delicacy of their sex. If there be any difference in the necessity and importance of temperance, to one portion of the human race more than another, that difference is in favor of the female sex, for reasons, some of which are mentioned by the chancellor.

Cato well said, Rome governs the world, but women govern the Romans, In this free and enlightened country," blooming, smiling, lovely woman," sways the regal sceptre. She is our only sovereign. The eighteen millions of Anglo-Saxon descendants now inhabiting this broad continent are her subjects. She is equally sovereign amidst the scattered inhabitants of the forest, and the crowded population of our cities. Every where, and at all times, she can rule by the law of kindness and love.

The cruelties and sufferings of the dark and unevangelized nations dwindle into insignificance, when compared with those which are caused by intemperance. Every body knows that wife-killing is very common among drunkards. The Hindoo women sacrifice themselves voluntarily on the funeral pile of their husbands, but drunkards' wives suffer involuntarily. Men can only “scotch the snake,” called the worm of the still; it is the prerogative of woman to kill it. If every young lady would adopt the motto, “ Total abstinence or no husband,"—if all mothers would persuade their children to pledge themselves, in the spirit of Hannibal, the great Carthaginian general, against all intoxicating drinks, - language would be inadequate to describe the exultation with which, in view of the complete triumph of temperance, “every philanthropist would strike up loud and thrilling sounds of joy."

79. SPEECH OF A MINGO CHIEF.—Logan. 1. I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Lagan's cabin hungry, and he gave him no meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed and said, “ Logan is the friend of the white man."

2. I had even thought to have lived with you, but for the injuries of one man. Colonel Cresap, last spring, in cold

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L.ood, and unprovoked, murdered all the relations of Logan, not even sparing my women and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it, I have killed many,--I have fully glutted my vengeance.

3. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace; but do not harbor a thought, that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life. Who is there to mourn for Logan? Not one. History informs us, substantially, that in the spring of 1774, two Indians of the Shawanese tribe, murdered one of the inhabitants of Virginia. The infamous Colonel Cresap, accompanied by several other white men, proceeded down the Kanhawa, and destroyed every member of the innocent family of Logan. They concealed themselves on the bank of the river, and his women and children, who were seen coming in a canoe, from the opposite shore, unapprehensive of danger, and unarmed, were all killed at ome fire. Logan had long been recognized as the white man's friend. This atrocious outrage and ungrateful return, provoked him to take up arms, and he signalized himself in the battle which was fought in the autumn of the same year, at the mouth of the Great Kanhawa, between the Shawanese, Mingoes, and Delawares, and a detachment of the Virginia militia. The Indians were defeated, and made a treaty for peace. Logan disdained to be seen among the suppliants; but fearing his absence would operate injuriously, he sent the above speech to be delivered to Lord Dunmore,-a speech of which Thomas Jefferson says: “I may challenge the whole orations of Demosthenes and of Cicero, and of any more eminent orator, if Europe has furnished more eminent, to produce a single passage superior to it."

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1. Ye woods and wilds, whose melancholy gloom
Accords with my soul's sadness, and draws forth
The voice of sorrow from my bursting heart-
Farewell awhile, I will not leave you long;

, in your shades, I deem some spirit dwells;
Who from the chiding stream and groaning oak,

Still hears and answers to Matilda's moan.
2. Oh! Douglass, Douglass! if departed ghosts

Are e'er permitted to review this world,
Within the circle of that wood, thou art;
And with the passion of immortals, hear'st

My lamentation; hear’st thy wretched wife
Weep for her husband slain, her infant lost.
My brother's timeless death, I seem to mourn,
Who perished with thee on this fatal day.

3. To thee I lift my voice, to thee address

The plaint which mortal ear has never heard.
Oh! disregard me not; though I am called
Another's now, my heart is wholly thine.
Incapable of change, affection lies

Buried, my Douglass, in thy bloody grave. This "Soliloquy of Lady Randolph,” in which she mourns the loss of her husband, her child, and her brother, requires a low key, very slow time, and long quantity. It is very pathetic, and therefore should be given in a plaintive

manner. It is taken from the excellent tragedy of “ Douglass," written by Rev. John Home, who was born in Roxburyshire, in 1724, and died near Edinburgh, in 1808.


1. Fare thee well! and if for ever,

Still for ever, fare thee well;
Even though unforgiving, never

'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

2. Would that breast were bared before thee,

Where thy head so oft hath lain,
While that placid sleep came o'er thee

Which thou ne'er canst know again.

3. Would that breast, by thee glanced over,

Every inmost thought could show!
Then thou would'st at last discover

'Twas not well to spurn

it so.

4. Though the world for this commend thee

Though it smile upon the blow,
Even its praises must offend thee,

Founded on another's wo.

5. Though my many faults defaced me,

Could no other arm be found
Than the one which once embrac'd me,

To inflict a cureless wound?

6. Yet, O yet, thyself deceive not;

Love may sink by slow decay,
But by sudden wrench, believe not

Hearts can thus be torn away. 7. Still thine own its life retaineth

Still must mine, though bleeding, beat, And the undying thought which paineth,

Is—that we no more may meet.

8. These are words of deeper sorrow

Than the wail above the dead;
Both shall live, but every morrow

Wake us from a widow'd bed.

9. And when thou would'st solace gather,

When our child's first accents flow,
Wilt thou teach her to say, " Father !"

Though his cares she must forego?

10. When her little hands shall press thee,

When her lip to thine is prest,
Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee,

Think of him thy love had bless'd ! 11. Should her lineaments resemble

Those thou never more may'st see,
Then thy heart will softly tremble

With a pulse yet true to me.

12. All my faults, perchance thou knowest,

All my madness, none can know;
All my hopes, where'er thou goest,

Wither, yet with thee they go. 13. Every feeling hath been shaken;

Pride, which not a world could bow,

Bows to thee—by thee forsaken,
Even my

soul forsakes me now!

14. But 'tis done all words are idle

Words from me are vainer still;
But the thoughts we cannot bridle,

Force their way without the will.

15. Fare thee well!_thus disunited,

Torn from every nearer tie,
Sear'd in heart, and lone, and blighted,

More than this, I scarce can die. Lord Byron was unhappy in his domestic relations. Being rejected by Miss Chaworth, for whom he had contracted an ardent attachment, he formed an ill-starred union, at the age of twenty-seven, with Miss Millbank, which terminated in a final separation, after the birth of a daughter, of whom he affectionately speaks in the 9th, 10th and 11th verses.

His "Farewell to his wife," being the language of tender emotion and grief, requires a plaintive elocution.


Felicia D. Hemans.


1. It is the Rhine! our mountain vineyards laving ;

I see the bright flood shine ;
Sing on the march with every banner waving,

Sing, brothers ! 'tis the Rhine !


2. The Rhine, the Rhine! our own Imperial river !

Be glory on thy track !
We left thy shores, to die or to deliver i

We bear thee freedom back.


3. Haill hail! my childhood knew thy rush of water

Even as a mother's song ;
That sound went past me on the field of slaughter,

And heart and arm grew strong.

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