How many may claim salvage in thee!

(pointing to Glycine.) Take her, son!

A queen that brings with her a richer dowry
Than orient kings can give!

SAROLTA.

A banquet waits!—

On this auspicious day, for some few hours
I claim to be your hostess. Scenes so awful
With flashing light, force wisdom on us all!
E'en women at the distaff hence may see,
That bad men may rebel, but ne'er be free;
May whisper, when the waves of faction foam,
None love their country, but who love their home;
For freedom can with those alone abide,

Who wear the golden chain, with honest pride,
Of love and duty, at their own fire-side:

While mad ambition ever doth caress

Its own sure fate, in its own restlessness!

END OF VOL. II.

Thomas White, Printer,
Johnson's Court.

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