resemble the heroes they celebrate : Homer, boundless and irresistible as Achilles, bears all before him, and shines more and more as the tumult increases; Virgil, calmly daring like Æneas, appears undisturbed in the midst of the action; disposes all about him, and conquers with tranquillity. And when we look upon their machines, Homer seems like his own Jupiter in his terrors, shaking Olympus, scattering the lightnings, and firing the heavens; Virgil, like the same power in his benevolence, counseling with the gods, laying plans for empires, and regu. larly ordering his whole creation.

EXERCISE LXXXIII.

WAR SONG.

SIR WALTER soort

Wheel the wild dance
While lightnings glance,

And thunders rattle loud,
And call the brave
To bloody grave,

To sleep without a shroud.
Our airy feet,
So light and fleet,

They do not bend the rye
That sinks its head when whirlwinds rave,
And swells again in eddying wave,

As each wild gust blows by.
But still the corn,
At dawn of morn,

Our fatal steps that bore,
At eve lies waste,
A trampled paste
Of blackening mud and gore.

* See Exercise LXXV.

II.
Wheel the wild dance
While lightnings glance,

And thunders rattle loud,
And call the brave
To bloody grave,

To sleep without a shroud.
Wheel the wild dance !
Brave sons of France,

For you our ring makes room;
Make space full wide
For martial pride,

For banner, spear, and plume.

Proud cuirassier!

Room for the men of steel !
Through crest and plate
The broadsword's weight

Both head and heart shall feel.

III.

Wheel the wild dance
While lightnings glance,

And thunders rattle loud,
And call the brave
To bloody grave,

To sleep without a shroud.
Burst, ye clouds, in tempest show siste
Redder rain shall soon be ours-

See the east grows wanYield we place to sterner game, Ere deadlier bolts and direr flame Shall the welkin's thunders shame : Elemental rage is tame

To the wrath of man.

Waken, lords and ladies gay,
On the mountain dawns the day.
All the jolly chase is here,
With hawk and horse and hunting spear :
Hounds are in their couples yelling,
Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling,

Merrily, merrily, mingle they,
Waken, lords and ladies gay!

II.

Waken, lords and ladies gay,
The mist has left the mountain gray;
Springlets in the dawn are streaming,
Diamonds on the brake are gleaming,
And foresters have busy been
To track the buck in thicket green;

Now we come to chant our lay,
Waken, lords and ladies gay!

III.
Waken, lords and ladies gay,
To the greenwood haste away;
We can show you where he lies,
Fleet of foot and tall of size;
We can show the marks he made,
When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed;

You shall see him brought to bay,
Waken, lords and ladies gay!

IV.
Louder, louder chant the lay,
Waken lords and ladies gay.

Tell them youth and mirth and glee,
Run a course as well as we.
Time, stern huntsman! who can balk,
Stanch as hound, and fleet as hawk ?

Think of this, and rise with day,
Gentle lords and ladies gay!

EXERCISE LXXXV.

SONG OF PEACE.

COW PER.

No longer I follow a sound;

No longer a dream I pursue; O Happiness! not to be found,

Unattainable treasure, adieu !

II.

I have sought thee in splendor and dress,

In the regions of pleasure and taste,
I have sought thee, and seemed to possess,

But have proved thee a vision at last.

EXERCISE LXXXVI.

DANIEL WEBSTER, the great American orator and statesman, was born in Salisbury, New Hampshire, January 18th, 1782. He died at Marshfield, Massachusetts, October 24th, 1852.

EDWIN P. WHIPPLE, author of the following fine, discriminative sketch, is one of the best of American essayists. He is, also, distinguished as an able and interesting lecturer : few excelling him either in the power to sway the feelings of an audience or to repay with instructive discourse an attentive hearing. He was born in Gloucester, Massachusetts, March 8th, 1819.

SKETCH OF WEBSTER.

E. P. WHIPPLE. 1. Earnestness, solidity of judgment, elevation of sentiment, broad and generous views of national policy, and a massive strength of expression, characterize all his works. We feel, in reading them, that he is a man of principles, not a man of expedients; that he never adopts opinions without subjecting them to stern tests; and that he recedes from them only at the bidding of reason and experience. He never seems to be playing a part, but always acting a life.

2. The ponderous strength of his powers strikes us not more forcibly than the broad individuality of the man. Were we unacquainted with the history of his life, we could almost infer it from his works. Everything, in his productions, indicates the character of a person who has struggled fiercely against obstacles, who has developed his faculties by strenuous labor, who has been a keen and active observer of man and nature, and who has been disciplined in the affairs of the world. There is a manly simplicity and clearness in his mind, and a rugged energy in his feelings, which preserve him from all the affectations of literature and society.

3. He is great by original constitution. What nature originally gave to him, nature has to some extent developed, strengthened, and stamped with her own signature. We never consider him as a mere debater, a mere scholar, or a mere statesman; but as a strong, sturdy, earnest man. The school and the col. lege could not fashion him into any foreign shape, because they