To all the conquering years have gained
A nation's rights, a race unchained!
Children of the day new-born,
Mindful of its glorious morn,

Let the pledge our fathers signed
Heart to heart forever bind!

Cho.-While the stars of heaven shall burn,
While the ocean tides return,

Ever may the circling sun

Find the Many still are One!

Graven deep with edge of steel,

Crowned with Victory's crimson seal,

: All the world their names shall read!:]

Enrolléd with His hosts that led,

Whose blood for us-for all-was shed.
Pay our sires their children's debt,
Love and honor- nor forget
Only Union's golden key

Guards the Ark of Liberty!-Cho.
Hail, Columbia, strong and free,
Firm enthroned from sea to sea!

|: Thy march triumphant still pursue !:]
With peaceful stride from zone to zone,
And make the Western land thine own!
Blest in Union's holy ties,

Let our grateful song arise-
Every voice its tribute lend-

In the loving chorus blend !-Cho.

E PLURIBUS UNUM.

Though many and bright are the stars that appear
In that flag by our country unfurled,

And the stripes that are swelling in majesty there
Like a rainbow adorning the world-

Their light is unsullied as those in the sky,

By a deed that our fathers have done,

And they're linked in as true and as holy a tie,
In their motto of "Many in One."

From the hour when those patriots fearlessly flung
That banner of starlight abroad,

Ever true to themselves, to that motto they clung
As they clung to the promise of God;

They conquered, and, dying, bequeathed to our care
Not this boundless dominion alone,

But that banner whose loveliness hallows the air,
And their motto of "Many in One."

Then up with our flag!—let it stream on the air;
Though our fathers are cold in their graves

They had hands that could strike-they had souls that could

dare

And their sons were not born to be slaves.

Up, up with that banner!-where'er it may call,
Our millions shall rally around,

And a nation of freemen that moment shall fall,
When its stars shall be trailed on the ground.

AMERICA.

God bless our native land!
Firm may she ever stand,
Through storm and night;
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save
By Thy great might.

For her our prayers shall rise,
To God above the skies,
On Him we wait;
Thou who art ever nigh,

Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee aloud we cry,

God save the State!

50.—QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS.

SHAKSPEARE.

Cassius. That you have wronged me, doth appear in this: You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella,

For taking bribes here of the Sardians;

Wherein my letters (praying on his side,

Because I knew the man) were slighted off.

Brutus. You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
Cas. At such a time as this, it is not meet

That every nice offence should bear its comment.
Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself

Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
To sell and mart your offices for gold,

To undeservers.

Cas. I an itching palm?

You know that you are Brutus that speak this,

Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last!

Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

Cas. Chastisement!

Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember

Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?

What villain touched his body, that did stab

And not for justice?—What! shall one of us,
'That struck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers,—shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honors
For so much trash as may be graspéd thus?—
I'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman!

Cas. Brutus, bay not me!

I'll not endure it. You forget yourself,
To hedge me in: I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.

Bru. Go to! you are not, Cassius.
Cas. I am.

Bru. I say you are not!

Cas. Urge me no more: I shall forget myself.

Have mind upon your health; tempt me no further!

Bru. Away, slight man!

Cas. Is 't possible?

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

Cas. Must I endure all this?

Bru. All this? ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break

Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,

And make your bondmen tremble! Must I budge?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch

Under your testy humor?

You shall digest the venom of your spleen,

Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth,-yea, for my laughter
When you are waspish!

Cas. Is it come to this?

Bru. You say you are a better soldier:

Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,

And it shall please me well. For mine own part,

I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus.

I said, an elder soldier, not a better.

Did I say better?

Bru. If you did, I care not!

Cas. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus have mov'd me. Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him. Cas. I durst not?

Bru. No.

Cas. What? durst not tempt him?

Bru. For your life, you durst not!

Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love;

I

may do that I shall be sorry for.

Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;
For I am armed so strong in honesty,

That they pass me by as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you

For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ;---
For I can raise no money by vile means:

By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart,

And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection! I did send

To

you for gold to pay my legions,

Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?

When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,

To lock such rascal counters from his friends,

Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him to pieces!

Cas. I denied you not.

Bru. You did.

Cas. I did not :-he was but a fool

That brought my answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Bru. I do not, till you practice them on me.

Cas. You love me not.

Bru. I do not like your faults.

Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.

Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come!
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius;

For Cassius is aweary of the world,

Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother,
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learned and conned by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold;
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;

I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart.
Strike as thou didst at Cæsar; for I know,

When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius!

Bru. Sheathe your dagger:

Be angry when you will, it shall have scope:

Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor

O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb

That carries anger as the flint bears fire:

Who much enforcéd shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

Cas. Hath Cassius lived

To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him?
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered, too.
Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
Bru. And my heart, too.

Cas. O Brutus !—

Bru. What's the matter?

Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,
When that rash humor which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth,

When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

51.—TRIBUTE TO WASHINGTON.

W. H. HARRISON.

Hard, hard indeed, was the contest for freedom, and the struggle for independence. The golden sun of liberty had well-nigh set in the gloom of an eternal night, ere its radiant beams illumined our western horizon. Had not the tutelar saint of Columbia hovered around the American camp, and presided over her destinies, freedom must have met with an untimely grave. Never can we sufficiently admire the wisdom of those statesmen, and the skill and bravery of those unconquerable veterans, who, by their unwearied exertions in the cabinet and in the field, achieved for us the glorious revolution. Never can we duly appreciate the merits of a Washington, who, with but a handful of undisciplined yeomanry, triumphed over a royal army, and prostrated the Lion of England at the feet of the American Eagle. His name,- -so terrible to his foes, so welcome to his friends,-shall live forever upon the brightest page of the historian, and be remembered with the warmest emotions of gratitude and pleasure by those whom he has contributed to make happy, and by all mankind, when kings, and princes, and nobles, for ages, shall have sunk into their merited oblivion. Unlike them, he needs not the assistance of the sculptor or the architect to perpetuate his memory: he needs no princely dome, no monumental pile, no stately pyramid, whose towering height shall pierce the stormy clouds, and rear its lofty head to heaven, to tell posterity his fame. His deeds,