And such as to my claim are liable, Sweat in this business, and maintain this war. I AM satisfy'd. Courage and Boasting. Cæsar sits down in Alexandria, where I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Hath nobly held our sever'd navy, too, Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sea-like. Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I should return once more, I will appear in blood;. I and my sword will earn my chronicle; I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, Show me what thou'lt do; Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself? Woo't drink up esil; eat a crocodile? I'll do't-Do'st thou come here to whine, To outface me with leaping in her grave? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Singeing its pate against the burning zone, Perplexity. YES; 'tis Emilia :-by and by.-She's dead. Vexation. O WHAT a rogue and peasant slave am I ! But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, Peevishness. Troi. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me! Pan. Because she's akin to me: therefore, she's not so fair as Helen; an she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not an she were a blackamoor, 'tis all one to me. Troi. Say I she is not fair? Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to stay behind her father: let her to the Greeks and so I'll tell her the next time I see her-for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more i' th' matter. Troi. Pandarus Pan. Not I. Troi. Sweet Pandarus Pan. Pray you speak no more to me-I will leave all as I found it and there's an end. Malice. How like a fawning publican he looks! I hate him, for he is a Christian; But more for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails Ev'n there where merchants most do congregate, How blest am I Jealousy. In my just censure! in my true opinion!- The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known Columbia. COLUMBIA, Columbia, to glory arise; The queen of the world, and the child of the skies; To conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire; Fair science her gates to thy sons shall unbar, * Nor less shall thy fair ones to glory ascend, And genius and beauty in harmony blend; The graces of form shall awake pure desire, And the charms of the soul ever cherish the fire: Their sweetness unmingled, their manners refin'd, And virtue's bright image, instamp'd on the mind, With peace and soft rapture, shall teach life to glow, And light up a smile in the aspect of wo. Thy fleets to all regions thy power shall display, The nations admire, and the ocean obey; Each shore to thy glory its tribute unfold, And the east and the south yield their spices and gold. Thus, as down a lone valley, with cedars o'erspread, The queen of the world, and the child of the skies." Washington and Liberty. OYE sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought, For those rights, which unstain'd from your sires had descended! While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. But let traitors be told, who their country have sold, That ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, "Tis the fire of the flint each American warms: Then shou'd Rome's haughty victors beware of collision! Let them bring all the vassals of Europe in arms, We're a world by ourselves, and disdain a division! For ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, Lo! our mountains are crown'd with imperial oak, Whose deep roots, like our liberties, ages have nourish'd, But before our dear country submits to the yoke, Not a tree shall be left on the fields where it flourish'd. Should invasion impend, ev'ry grove would descend, From the hill tops they shaded, our shores to defend ; For ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. Let our patriots destroy anarch's pestilent worm, Lest our liberty's growth should be check'd by corrosion; And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, Should the tempest of war overshadow our land, All its bolts could ne'er rend freedom's temple asunder; And repulse, with his breast, the assaults of its thunder! PREMONITION TO TEACHERS AND PARENTS; BUT MORE PARTICULARLY TO MOTHERS. 1. And, to you, my fair countrywomen, the pride, the delight of this nation-decked with all those native charms and cultivated graces, which can adorn the female character, whose moral influence, mild and unassuming, pervades every department of private and social life, to you, is assigned a most important, a most pleasing task. In the revered characters of wives, of mothers, the earliest guardians and instructers of those who will form the future citizens of this republic,' upon your conduct depends their future usefulness to their country, her glory, or her shame. 2. It is yours to elicit and direct the first dawnings of that reason upon the due regulation of which depend their present, / their eternal happiness. Instil into their infant minds the sacred principles of religion, and the great moral lessons it inculcates: next to their duty to their God, instruct them in their duties to their country. Show to them, the intimate, the necessary connexion between those sacred relations, as their reason and judgment expand; read to them the Declaration of American Independence; let its golden truths, its sacred principles be deeply impressed upon their minds; direct them to the farewell address of Washington,' and bid them regard its precepts as the injunctions of a dying parent to his children, to be indelibly engraved upon their memories. 3. Let the examples of Franklin and Laurens, of Jefferson and Adams, of Green and Warren, of Kosciusco and La Fayette, and the host of worthies, whose names illumine the pages of our history, be ever held up to them for imitation. Tell them of their patriotic zeal, and firmness in the senate ; of their heroic valour, and undaunted fortitude in the field; and for a consummation of all that can dignify the hero, the patriot, the statesman, the sage and the Christian-name to them WASHINGTON. |