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That form beloved he marks no more;
Those scenes admired no more shall see;
Those scenes are lovely as before,

And she as fair-but where is he?

No, no, the radiance is not dim

That used to gild his favourite hill;
The pleasures that were dear to him,
Are dear to life and nature still;
But, ah! his home is not as fair,
Neglected must his garden be,
The lilies droop and wither there,
And seem to whisper, where is he?
His was the pomp, the crowded hall!
But where is now his proud display?
His-riches, honours, pleasures, all

Desire could frame;-but where are they?
And he, as some tall rock that stands
Protected by the circling sea,
Surrounded by admiring bands,

Seemed proudly strong, and where is he?

The church-yard bears an added stone,
The fire-side shows a vacant chair;
Here sadness dwells, and weeps alone,
And death displays his banner there;
The life has gone, the breath has fled,
And what has been, no more shall be;
The well-known form, the welcome tread,
O where are they, and where is he?

LESSON LXXVIII.

Character of Schiller.-THOMAS CARLYLB.

LITERATURE was his creed, the dictate of his conscience; he was an Apostle of the Sublime and Beautiful, and this his calling made a hero of him. For it was in the spirit of a true man that he viewed it, and undertook to cultivate it; and its inspirations constantly maintained the noblest temper in his soul.

The end of literature was not, in Schiller's judgment, to

amuse the idle, or to recreate the busy, by showy spectacles for the imagination, or quaint paradoxes and epigrammatic disquisitions for the understanding: least of all was it to gratify in any shape the selfishness of its professors, to minister to their malignity, their love of money, or even their fame. For persons who degrade it to such purposes, the deepest contempt, of which his kindly nature could admit, was at all times in store. Unhappy mortal!" says he, to the literary tradesman, the man who writes for gain, "Unhappy mortal! that with science and art, the noblest of all instruments, effectest and attemptest nothing more than the day-drudge with the meanest! that in the domain of perfect Freedom, bearest about in thee the spirit of a slave!"

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As Schiller viewed it, genuine literature includes the essence of philosophy, religion, art; whatever speaks to the immortal part of man. The daughter, she is likewise the nurse of all that is spiritual and exalted in our character. The boon she bestows is truth; truth not merely physical, political, economical, such as the sensual man in us is perpetually demanding, ever ready to reward, and likely in general to find; but truth of moral feeling, truth of taste, that inward truth in its thousand modifications, which only the most etherial portion of our nature can discern, but without which that portion of it languishes and dies; and we are left divested of our birthright, thenceforward “of the earth earthy," machines for earning and enjoying, no longer worthy to be called the sons of Heaven.

The treasures of Literature are thus celestial, imperishable, beyond all price: with her is the shrine of our best hopes, the palladium of pure manhood; to be among the guardians and servants of this is the noblest function that can be entrusted to a mortal. Genius, even in its faintest scintillations, is "the inspired gift of God;" a solemn mandate to its owner to go forth and labour in his sphere, to keep alive "the sacred fire" among his brethren, which the heavy and polluted atmosphere of this world is forever threatening to extinguish. Woe to him if he neglect this mandate, if he hear not its small still voice! Woe to him if he turn this inspired gift into the servant of his evil or ig noble passions; if he offer it on the altar of vanity, if he sell it for a piece of money!

LESSON LXXIX.

Law.-STEVENS.

LAW is law-law is law; and as in such and so forth and hereby, and aforesaid, provided always, nevertheless, notwithstanding. Law is like a country dance, people are led and down in it till they are tired. Law is like a book up of surgery, there are a great many desperate cases in it It is also like physic, they that take the least of it are best off. Law is like a homely gentlewoman, very well to fol low. Law is also like a scolding wife, very bad when it follows us. Law is like a new fashion, people are bewitch ed to get into it: it is also like bad weather, most people are glad when they get out of it.

We shall now mention a cause, called "Bullum versus Boatum :" it was a cause that came before me. The cause was as follows:

There were two farmers: farmer A. and farmer B. Farmer A. was seized or possessed of a bull: farmer B. was seized or possessed of a ferry-boat. Now, the owner of the ferry-boat, had made his boat fast to a post on shore, with a piece of hay, twisted rope-fashion, or, as we say, vulgo vocato, a hay-band. After he had made his boat fast to a post on shore, as it was very natural for a hungry man to do, he went up town to dinner: farmer A.'s bull, as it was very natural for a hungry bull to do, came down town to look for a dinner; and, observing, discovering, seeing, and spying out some turnips in the bottom of the ferry-boat, the bull scrambled into the ferry-boat; he ate up the turnips, and, to make an end of his meal, fell to work upon the hay-band: the boat, being eaten from its moorings, floated down the river, with the bull in it; it struck against a rock, which beat a hole in the bottom of the boat, and tossed the bull overboard; whereupon the owner of the bull brought his action against the boat, for running away with the bull; the owner of the boat brought his action against the bull for running away with the boat. And thus notice of trial was given, Bullum versus Boatum, Boatum versus Bullum.

Now the counsel for the bull began with saying:

"My

lord, and you gentlemen of the jury, we are counsel in this cause for the bull. We are indicted for running away with the boat. Now, my lord, we have heard of ruming horses, but never of ruuning bulls, before. Now, my lord, the bull could no more run away with the boat, thau a man in a coach may be said to run away with the horses; therefore, my lord, how can we punish what is not punishable ? How can we eat what is not eatable ? Or how can we drink what is not drinkable? Or, as the law says, how can we think on what is not thinkable? Therefore, my lord, as we are counsel in this cause for the bull; if the jury should bring the bull in guilty, the jury would be guilty of a bull."

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The counsel for the boat observed, that the bull should be nonsuited; because, in his declaration, he had not specified what colour he was of; for thus wisely, and thus learnedly, spoke the counsel !" My lord, if the bull was of no colour, he must be of some colour; and, if he was not of any colour, what colour could the bull be of!" ruled this motion myself, by observing, that the bull was a white bull, and that white is no colour: besides, as I told iny brethren, they should not trouble their heads to talk of colour, in the law, for the law can colour any thing. This cause being afterwards left to a reference, upon the award, both bull and boat were acquitted; it being proved, that the tide of the river carried them both away: upon which, I gave it as my opinion, that, as the tide of the river carried both bull and boat away, both bull and boat had a good action against the water-bailiff.

My opinion being taken, an action was issued; and, upon the traverse, this point of law arose : How, wherefore, and whether, why, when, and what, whatsoever, whereas, and whereby, as the boat was not a compos-mentis evidence, how could an oath be administered? That point was soon settled, by Boatum's attorney declaring, that, for his client, he would swear any thing.

The water-bailiff's charter was then read, taken out of the original record, in true law Latin; which set forth, in their declaration, that they were carried away either by the tide of flood, or the tide of ebb. The charter of the water-bailiff was as follows: Aque bailiffi est magistratus in choisi super omnibus fishibus qui habuerunt finnos et sca

los, claus, shells, et talos, qui swimmare in freshibus, vel saltı bus riveris, lakis, pondis, canalibus, et well boats; sive oysteri, prawni, whitini, shrimpi, turbutus solus; that is, not turbots alone, but turbots and soles both together. But now comes the nicety of the law: the law is as nice as a new-laid egg, and not to be understood by addle-headed people. Bullum and Boatum mentioned both ebb and flood, to avoid quibbling; but it being proved, that they were carried away neither by the tide of flood, nor by the tide of ebb, but exactly upon the top of high water, they were nonsuited; but such was the lenity of the court, upon their paying all costs, they were allowed to begin again, de novo.

LESSON LXXX.

Contributions of the New World to the Old.-D. WEBSTER.

FEW topics are more inviting, or more fit for philosophi cal discussion, than the action and influence of the new world upon the old; or the contributions of America to Europe. Her obligations to Europe for science and art, laws, literature and manners, America acknowledges as she ought, with respect and gratitude. And the people of the United States, descendants of the English stock, grateful for the treasures of knowledge derived from their English ancestors, acknowledge also, with thanks and filial regard, that among those ancestors, under the culture of Hampden and Sydney, and other assiduous friends, that seed of popular liberty first germinated, which on our soil has shot up to its full height, until its branches overshadow all the land.

But America has not failed to make returns. If she has not cancelled the obligation, or equalled it by others of like weight, she has, at least, made respectable advances, and some approaches toward equality. And she admits, that standing in the midst of civilized nations-there is a high part which she is expected to act, for the general advance of human interests and human welfare. American mines have filled the mints of Europe with the precious metals. The productions of the American soil and climate have poured out their abundance of luxuries for the tables of

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