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XXXVII. - MARCO BOZZARIS.

SEN'TRY, n., a soldier on guard.

MOS'LEM, n., a Mohammedan.

COM'RADE, n., a companion.

SA'BER OF SA'BRE, n., a short sword.
NURTURE, v. t., to feed; to bring up.
MOUNTAIN (mount'în), n., a high hill.

Marco Bozzaris fell, in a night attack on the Turkish camp, at Laspi, August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. Pronounce the a in Boz-za'ris like a in far.

Ar midnight, in his guarded tent,

The Turk was dreaming of the hour

When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent,
Should tremble at his

power.

At midnight, in the forest shades,

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Bozzaris ranged his Su'liote band,

True, as the steel of their tried blades, -
Heroes in heart and hand.

There had the Persian thousands stood,
There had the glad earth drunk their blood
On old Platea's day;

And now these breathed that haunted air-
The sons of sires who conquered there-
With arm to strike, and soul to dare,
As quick, as far as they!

An hour passed on-the Turk awoke;
That bright dream was his last;

He woke to hear his sentry's shriek,

"To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!"
He woke to die midst flame and smoke,
And shout, and groan, and saber stroke,

And death-shots falling thick and fast
As lightnings from the mountain cloud;
And heard, with voice as trumpet loud
Bozzaris cheer his band:

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"Strike till the last armed foe expires;
Strike - for your altars and your fires;

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They fought, like brave men, long and well;
They piled that ground with Moslem slain
They conquered - but Bozzaris fell,
Bleeding at every vein:

His few surviving comrades saw

His smile, when rang their proud "hurrah,"
And the red field was won;

Then saw in death his eyelids close,
Calmly as to a night's repose,

Like flowers at set of sun.

Bozzaris! with the storied brave,

Greece nurtured in her glory's time,
Rest thee. There is no prouder grave
Even in her own proud clime.
We tell thy doom without a sigh;
For thou art freedom's now and fame's,
One of the few, the immortal names,

That were not born to die.

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HALLECK.

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In acts, subjects, &c., sound the t. Do not say civl for civ'il.

1. AMERICA can not be reconciled-she ought not to be reconciled-till the troops of Britain are with drawn. How can she trust you, with the bayonet at her breast? How can she suppose that you mean less than bondage or death? It is not repealing this or that act of Parliament, it is not repealing a piece of parchment, that can restore America to our bosom.

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2. You must repeal her fears and her resentments; and you may then hope for her love and gratitude. But now, insulted with an armed force posted at Bos ton, irritated with a hostile array before her eyes, her concessions, if you could force them, would be suspicious and insecure, the dictates of fear, and the extortions of force!

3. But it is more than evident that, principled and united as they are, you can not force the Americans to your unworthy terms of submission. Repeal, therefore, my lords, I say! But bare repeal will not satisfy this enlightened and spirited people. You must go through the work. You must declare you have no right to tax. Then they may trust you.

4. There is no time to be lost. Every moment is big with dangers. While I am speaking, the decisive blow may be struck, and millions involved in the consequence. The very first drop of blood shed in a civil and unnatural war will make a wound which years, perhaps ages, may not heal.

5. When your lordships look at the papers transmitted to us from America, - when you consider their decency, firmness, and wisdom,—you can not but respect their cause, and wish to make it your own. I must declare and avow, that, in the master states of the world, I know not the people nor the senate who, under such a complication of difficult circumstances, can stand in preference to the delegates of America, Assembled in General Congress at Philadelphia. For genuine sagacity, for singular moderation, for solid wisdom, manly spirit, sublime sentiments, and simplicity of language,- for every thing respectable and honorable, they stand unrivaled.

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6. I trust it is obvious to your lordships that all attempts to impose servitude upon such men, to estab

despotism over such a mighty continental nation,

must be vain, must be fatal. This wise people speak out. They do not hold the language of slaves. They tell you what they mean. They do not ask you to repeal your laws as a favor. They claim it as a right; they demand it. They tell you they will not submit to them. And I tell you the acts must be repealed. We shall be forced ultimately to retract.

7. Let us retract while we can, not when we must. I say we must necessarily undo these violent, oppressive acts. They must be repealed. You will repeal them. I pledge myself for it, that you will, in the end, repeal them. I stake my reputation on it. I will consent to be taken for an idiot, if they are not finally repealed.* Avoid, then, this humiliating, this disgraceful necessity.

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8. Every motive of justice and of policy, of dignity and of prudence, urges you to allay the ferment in America, by a removal of your troops from Boston,— by a repeal of your acts of Parliament. On the other hand, every danger and every hazard impend, to deter you from perseverance in your present ruinous measures: foreign war hanging over your heads by a slight and brittle thread; France and Spain watching your conduct, and waiting the maturity of your errors !

9. To conclude, my lords, if the ministers thus persevere in misadvising and misleading the king, I will not say that they can alienate the affections of his subjects from the crown, but I will affirm that they will make his crown not worth his wearing. I will not say that the king is betrayed, but I will pronounce that the kingdom is undone ! LORD CHATHAM. (1708-1778.)

* This prediction was verified. After a three years' fruitless war, the repeal of the offensive acts was sent out as a peace-offering to the Colonies; but it was too late. The speech from which our extracts are made was delivered in the House of Lords, January 20, 1775, on a motion to withdraw the British troops from Boston.

XXXIX. - I WILL TRY.

PAL'LET, n., a painter's color-board | ART'I-SAN (art'e-zan), n., a person

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Do not say costoom, picter, dook, &c. Heed the y sound of long u.

1. THERE is a society in London known as the Society of Arts. Its object is the encouragement of talent in the various departments of art. Prizes are awarded by the society, sometimes to painters for their pictures, and sometimes to humble artisans for improvements in weaving, or in the manufacture of bonnets, lace, or artificial flowers.

2. More than half a century ago, a little fellow, named William Ross, not twelve years of age, was talking with his mother about an exhibition of paintings at the society's rooms. William was very fond of paintings, and could himself draw and color with remarkable skill. "Look you, William," said his mother; "I saw some paintings in the exhibition which did not seem to me half as good as some of yours."

3. "Do you really think so, mother?" asked he. "I am sure of it," she replied. "I saw paintings inferior, both in color and drawing, to some that are hanging in your little chamber." William knew that his mother was no flatterer, and he said, "I have a mind to ask permission to hang one or two of my paintings on the walls, at the next exhibition.”— "Why not try for one of the prizes?" asked his mother.

4. "O! mother dear, do you think I should stand any chance of success?" said William. "Nothing

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