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How brilliant on the Ethiop brow of Night
Burns yon fixed star, whose intermitting rays,
Like woman's changeful eye, now shun our gaze,
And now break forth in all the life of light!
Far fount of beams! thou scarce art to the sight,
In size, a spangle on the Tyrian stole

Of Majesty, 'mid hosts more mildly bright,
Although of worlds the centre and the soul!
Sure, 't was a thing for angels to have seen,
When God did hang those lustres through the sky;
And Darkness, turning pallid, sought to screen
With dusky wing her dazed and haggered eye;-
But 't was in vain-for, pierced with light, she died;
And now her timid ghost dares only brood
O'er planets in their midnight solitude,
Doomed all the day in ocean's caves to hide.
Thou burning axle of a mighty wheel!
Dost thou afflict the beings of thy ray
With feelings such as we on earth must feel-
Pride, passion, envy, hatred, agony?
Doth any weep o'er blighted hope? or curse
That hour thy light first ushered them to life?
Or malice, keener than the assassin's knife,
Stab in the dark? or hollow friendship, worse,
Skilled round the heart with viper coil to wind,
Forsake, and leave his sleepless sting behind?
No! if I deemed it, I should cease to look
Beyond the scene where thousands know such ills;
Nor longer read that brightly-lettered book,
Which heaven unfolds, whose page of beauty fills
The breast with hope of an immortal lot,
When tears are dried, and injuries forgot.
Oh, then the soul, no longer earthward weighed,
Shall soar tow'rds heaven on exulting wing.
Among the joys past Fancy's picturing,

It may be one to scan, through space displayed,
Those wondrous works our blindness now debars-
The awful secrets written in the stars.


STAND! the ground 's your own, my braves!

Will ye give it up to slaves?

Will ye look for greener graves?
Hope ye mercy still?

What's the mercy despots feel?
Hear it in that battle peal!
Read it on yon bristling steel!
Ask it-ye who will.

Fear ye foes who kill for hire?
Will ye to your homes retire?
Look behind you! they 're afire!
And, before you, see

Who have done it!-From the vale
On they come!-and will ye quail?—
Leaden rain and iron hail

Let their welcome be!

In the God of battles trust!
Die we may-and die we must:-
But, O, where can dust to dust
Be consigned so well,

As where heaven its dews shall shed
On the martyred patriot's bed,
And the rocks shall raise their head,
Of his deeds to tell.


'But the ship was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with waves; for the wind was contrary.'-Matthew xiv. 24.

FEAR was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud;

And waves came rolling high and dark,
And the tall mast was bowed.

And men stood breathless in their dread,
And baffled in their skill-

But one was there, who rose, and said
To the wild sea, 'Be still!'

And the wind ceased-it ceased! that word
Passed through the gloomy sky;
The troubled billows knew the Lord,
And sank beneath his eye.

And slumbers settled on the deep,
And silence on the blast,

As when the righteous fall asleep,
When death's fierce throes are past.

Thou, that didst rule the angry hour,
And tame the tempest's mood-
Oh! send the spirit forth in power,
O'er our dark soul to brood.

Thou, that didst bow the billow's pride,
Thy mandates to fulfil-

Speak, speak, to passion's raging tide,
Speak, and say 'Peace, be still!'


PERMIT me to inform you, my friends, what are the inevitable consequences of being too fond of glory;-TAXESupon every article which enters into the mouth, or covers the back, or is placed under the foot-taxes upon every thing which it is pleasant to see, hear, feel, smell, or taste-taxes upon warmth, light, and locomotion-taxes on every thing on earth, and the waters under the earth-on every thing that comes from abroad, or is grown at home-taxes on the raw material-taxes on every fresh value, that is added to it by the industry of man-taxes on the sauce which pampers man's appetite, and the drug that restores him to healthon the ermine which decorates the judge, and the rope which hangs the criminal-on the poor man's salt, and the

rich man's spice-on the brass nails of the coffin, and the ribands of the bride-at bed or board, couchant or levant, we must pay.

The school-boy whips his taxed top-the beardless youth manages his taxed horse, with a taxed bridle on a taxed road; and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid 7 per cent., into a spoon that he has paid 15 per cent.-flings himself back upon his chintzbed which has paid 22 per cent.-makes his will on an eight pound stamp, and expires in the arms of an apothecary, who has paid a license of an hundred pounds for the privilege of putting him to death. His whole property is then immediately taxed from 2 to 10 per cent. Besides the probate, large fees are demanded for burying him in the chancel; his virtues are handed down to posterity on taxed marble; and he is then gathered to his fathers,-to be taxed

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In addition to all this, the habit of dealing with large sums, will make the Government avaricious and profuse; and the system itself will infallibly generate the base vermin of spies and informers, and a still more pestilent race of political tools and retainers, of the meanest and most odious description;-while the prodigious patronage, which the collecting of this splendid revenue will throw into the hands of Government, will invest it with so vast an influence, and hold out such means and temptations to corruption, as all the virtue and public spirit, even of republicans, will be unable to resist.


THE first source of right, by which property is acquired in a country, is DISCOVERY. For as all mankind have an equal right to anything, which has never before been appropriated, so any nation,that discovers an uninhabited country and takes possession thereof, is considered as enjoying full property, and absolute, unquestionable empire therein.

This proposition being admitted, it follows clearly, that the Europeans who first visited America, were the real discoverers of the same; nothing being necessary to the establishment of this fact, but simply to prove that it was

totally uninhabited by man. This would at first appear to be a point of some difficulty, for it is well known, that this quarter of the world abounded with certain animals, that walked erect on two feet, had something of the human countenance, uttered certain unintelligible sounds, very much like language; in short, had a marvellous resemblance to human beings.

But the zealous and enlightened fathers, who accompanied the discoverers, for the purpose of promoting the kingdom of heaven, by establishing fat monasteries and bishoprics on earth, soon cleared up this point, greatly to the satisfaction of his holiness the Pope, and of all Christian voyagers and discoverers.

They plainly proved, and as there were no Indian writers arose on the other side, the fact was considered as fully admitted and established, that the two-legged race of animals before mentioned were mere cannibals, detestable monsters, and many of them giants-which last description of vagrants have, since the time of Gog, Magog, and Goliath, been considered as outlaws, and have received no quarter in either history, chivalry or song. Indeed, even the philosophic Bacon declared the Americans to be people proscribed by the laws of nature, inasmuch as they had a barbarous custom of sacrificing men, and feeding upon man's flesh.

But the benevolent fathers, who had undertaken to turn these unhappy savages into dumb beasts by dint of argument, advanced still stronger proofs; for as certain divines of the sixteenth century, and among the rest, Lullus, affirm -the Americans go naked, and have no beards!-'They have nothing,' says Lullus, of the reasonable animal, except the mask.'--And even that mask was allowed to avail them but little; for it was soon found that they were of a hideous copper complexion-and being of a copper complexion, it was all the same as if they were negroes--and negroes are black, and black,' said the pious fathers, devoutly crossing themselves, 'is the colour of the Devil!' Therefore, so far from being able to own property, they had no right even to personal freedom-for liberty is too radiant a deity to inhabit such gloomy temples. All which circumstance plainly convinced the righteous followers of Cortes and Pizarro, that these miscreants had no title to the soil that they infested that they were a perverse, illiterate, dumb, beardless, black seed-mere wild beasts of the forests, and like them should either se subdued or exterminated.

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