6. In private places, among sordid objects, an act of truth or heroism seems at once to draw to itself the sky as its temple, the sun as its candle. Nature stretches out her arms to embrace man, only let his thoughts be of equal greatness. Willingly does she follow his steps with the rose and the violet, and bend her lines of grandeur and grace to the decoration of her darling child. Only let his thoughts be of equal scope, and the frame will suit the picture. A virtuous man is in unison with her works, and makes the central figure of the visible sphere. 1. LESSON CLXVIII. ADDRESS OF LEONIDAS. HE alone RICHARD GLOVER. Remains unshaken. Dignity and grace Adorn his frame, and manly beauty, joined Where justice gives the laurel; in his eye The inextinguishable spark, which fires The souls of patriots; while his brow supports 2. Serene he rose, and thus addressed the throng: That, wanting liberty, even virtue mourns, 3. "Then speak, O Sparta! and demand my life; And smiles on glorious fate. To live with fame LESSON CLXIX. NOTE. ALCHEMY was an imaginary and pretended science, much cultivated in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. It related to the transmutation of base metals into gold, to the finding of a universal remedy for diseases, and a universal solvent, or fluid that dissolves all substances, as well as to other things, now treated as ridiculous. SOLILOQUY OF THE DYING ALCHEMIST. N. P. WILLIS. 1. THE night wind with a desolate moan swept by; 2. The fire beneath his crucible was low; 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. Fell from his nerveless fingers, and his eye The silent room, From its dim corners, mockingly gave back He drew a phial from beneath his head, I did not think to die Till I had finished what I had to do; I thought to pierce th' eternal secret through I felt, O God! it seemeth even now This can not be the death-dew on my brow! And yet it is,-I feel, Of this dull sickness at my heart, afraid; And in my eyes the death-sparks flash and fade; Feel I this wild recoil? It can not be Like a chain'd eaglet at its parent's call? Yet thus to pass away!— To live but for a hope that mocks at last,— 8. g. 10. To agonize, to strive, to watch, to fast, 11. Night's better beauty, feeling, fancy, thought, Grant me another year, God of my spirit!--but a day, -to win 12. I would know something here! Break for me but one seal that is unbroken! Vain,-vain !—my brain is turning With a swift dizziness, and my heart grows sick, My phial -Ha! it thrills me,-I revive. Aye, were not man to die He were too mighty for this narrow sphere! Might he but wait the mystic word and hour,— Earth has no mineral strange, Th' illimitable air no hidden wings, Water no quality in covert springs, And fire no power to change, Seasons no mystery, and stars no spell, Oh, but for time to track The upper stars into the pathless sky,- To hurl the lightning back,— To tread unhurt the sea's dim-lighted halls,- 13. 14. And more, much more,--for now The life-sealed fountains of my nature move,— Of weakness and mistrust, and bow it down This were indeed to feel The soul-thirst slaken at the living stream,— Dim,-dim,-I faint,-darkness comes o'er my eye,→→→ 15. 'Twas morning, and the old man lay alone. 16. The storm was raging still. The shutter swung And all without went on,- -as aye it will, The vessels of his mystic art lay round, Might vex the elements at its master's will. |