EXERCISE 85. Address of the Bible Society,-1816.-MASON. People of the United States Have you ever been invited to an enterprise of such grandeur and glory? Do you not value the Holy Scriptures? Value them as containing your sweetest hope; your most thrilling joy? Can you submit to the thought 5 that you should be torpid in your endeavours to disperse them, while the rest of christendom is awake and alert? Shall you hang back, in heartless indifference, when princes come down from their thrones, to bless the cottage of the poor with the gospel of peace; and imperial 10 sovereigns are gathering their fairest honors from spreading abroad the oracles of the Lord your God? Is it possible that you should not see, in this state of human things, a mighty motion of Divine Providence? The most heavenly charity treads close upon the 15 march of conflict and blood! The world is at peace! Scarce has the soldier time to unbind his helmet, and to wipe away the sweat from his brow, ere the voice of mercy succeeds to the clarion of battle, and calls the nations from enmity to love! Crowned heads bow to the 20 head that is to wear 66 many crowns;" and, for the first time since the promulgation of Christianity, appear to act in unison for the recognition of its gracious principles, as being fraught alike with happiness to man and honor to God. 25 What has created so strange, so beneficent an alteration? This is no doubt the doing of the Lord, and it is marvel lous in our eyes. But what instrument has he thought fit chiefly to use? That which contributes, in all latitudes and climes, to make Christians feel their unity, to re30 buke the spirit of strife, and to open upon them the day of brotherly concord-the Bible! the Bible!-through Bible Societies! Come then, fellow citizens, fellow Christians, let us join in the sacred covenant. Let no heart be cold; no 35 hand be idle: no purse reluctant! Come, while room is left for us in the ranks whose toil is goodness, and whose recompense is victory. Come cheerfully, eagerly, generally. EXERCISE 86. The Roman Soldier;-Last days of Herculaneum. ATHERSTONE. PART I. There was a man, A Roman Soldier, for some daring deed 10 He had a son, it was a rosy boy, A little faithful copy of his sire In face and gesture. From infancy the child Every sport The father shared and heightened. But at length The captive's lot 15 He felt in all its bitterness:-the walls Of his deep dungeon answered many a sigh And heart-heaved groan. His tale was known, and touched His jailer with compassion;-and the boy, 20 Thenceforth a frequent visitor, beguiled His father's lingering hours, and brought a balm He was a poisoned àrrow in the breast 25 Where he had been a cure. With earliest morn, Of that first day of darkness and amaze, He came. The iron door was closed,-for them Grew hòt at length, and thick; but in his straw 35 The boy was sleeping: and the father hoped The earthquake might pass by; nor would he wake From his sound rest the unfearing child, nor tell The dangers of their state. () On his low couch The fettered soldier sunk-and with deep awe 40 Listened the fearful sounds:-with upturned eye To the great gōds he breathed a prayer;-then strove To calm himself, and lose in sleep awhile His useless terrors. But he could not sleep:His body burned with feverish heat;-his chains 45 Clanked loud although he moved not: deep in earth Groaned unimaginable thùnders:-sounds, Fearful and ominous, aróse and dìed, Like the sad moanings of November's wind, In the blank midnight. (..) Deepest horror chilled 50 His blood that burned before;-cold clammy sweats Came o'er him:-(=) then anon a fiery thrill Shot through his veins. Now on his couch he shrunk, And shivered as in fear:-now upright leaped, As though he heard the battle trumpet sound, 55 And longed to cope with death. He slept at last, A troubled, dreamy sleep. Well,-had he slept PART II. Soon the storm Burst forth the lightnings glanced:—the air 5 A moment as in sunshine,-and was dark:- In darkening, quivering tints, as stunning sound Silence, 10 And blackest darkness.-With intensest awe The soldier's frame was filled; and many a thought 15 Heard harshly grate and stràin:-yet knew he not, Glanced through his thoughts, what deep and cureless wound Fate had already given.-Where, man of wo! 20 Where wretched father! is thy boy? Thou callest His name in vain:—he cannot answer thee. Loudly the father called upon his child:— Groped darkling on the earth:-no child was there. Of his accursed fetters,-till the blood Seemed bursting from his ears, and from his eyes 30 Fire flashed,―he strained with arm extended far, And fingers widely spread, greedy to touch Though but his idol's garment. Useless toil! Yet still renewed:-still round and round he goes, 40 Raging to break his toils,-to and fro bounds. The father saw, And all his fury fled:—a dead calm fell 50 That instant on him:-speechless, fixed he stood, 55 Silent and pale The father stands:-no tear is in his eye: The thunders bellow-but he hears them not: The ground lifts like a sea:-he knows it not:The strong walls grind and gape:-the vaulted roof 60 Takes shapes like bubble tossing in the wind:See! he looks up and smiles;-for death to him Is happiness. Yet could one last embrace Be given, 'twere still a sweeter thing to die. It will be given. Look! how the rolling ground, 65 At every swell, nearer and still more near Moves towards the father's outstretched arm his boy:Once he has touched his gàrment;-how his eye Lightens with love-and hope-and anxious fears! Ha! see! he has him now!-he clasps him round— 70 Kisses his face;-puts back the curling locks, That shaded his fine brow:-looks in his eyesGrasps in his own those little dimpled handsThen folds him to his breast, as he was wont To lie when sleeping-and resigned awaits 75 Undreaded death. And death came soon, and swift, And pangless. The huge pile sunk down at once Into the opening earth. (..) Walls-arches-roof80 And deep foundation stones-all.. mingling.. fell! EXERCISE 87. The Orphan Boy.-MRS. OPIE. 1 Stay, lady stay, for mercy's sake, And my brave father's hope and joy: 2 Poor, foolish child! how pleased was I To see the lighted windows flame! |