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sanctity of the church, the safety of the state, and character of the country! by the solemn virtues which consecrate their hearths! by those fond endearments of nature and of habit which attach them to their cherished wives and families, I implore their tears, their protection, and their pity upon the married widow and the childless mother!

To those high powers and authorities I appeal with the firmest confidence in their honour, their integrity, and their wisdom. May their conduct justify my faith, and raise no blush on the cheek of our posterity! I have the honour to subscribe myself,

Sire,

Your Majesty's most faithful subject,

CHARLES PHILLIPS.

Othello's Apology.

MOST potent, grave, and reverend Seigniors,
My very noble and approv'd good masters,
That I have ta en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married her;
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I in speech,
And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace;
For since these arms of mine had seven years pith,
'Till now some nine moons wasted, they have us'd
Their dearest action in the tented field;
And little of this great world can I speak
More than pertains to feats of broils and battle;
And therefore little shall I grace my cause,

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver,

Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms;
What conjuration, and what mighty magic,

(For such proceeding I am charg'd withal)

I won his daughter with

Her father lov'd me, oft invited me;
Still question'd me the story of my life,
From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have past.

I ran it through, e'en from my boyish days,
To th' very moment that he bade me tell it.
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,

Of moving accidents by flood and field;

Of hair-breadth 'scapes in the imminent deadly breach;

Of being taken by the insolent foe,

And sold to slavery: of my redemption thence,

And with it all my travel's history:

Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle,

Rough quarries, rocks, and hills, whose heads touch heav'n, It was my bent to speak-All these to hear

Would Desdemona seriously incline,

But still the house-affairs would draw her hence,
Which ever as she cold with haste despatch,
She'd come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my discourse: which I observing,
Took once a pliant hour, and found good means,
To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate;
Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
But not distinctively. I did consent,
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains, a world of sighs,

She swore. in fait, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pittiful, 'twas wond'rous pitiful

She wish'd she had not heard it- —yet she wish'd
That heav'n had made her such a man :- —She thank'd me,

And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. On this hint I spake;
She lov'd me for the dangers I had past;
And I lov'd her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have us❜d.

SHAKSPEARE.

Brutus and Cassius.

Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favour.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.-

I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be

In awe of such a thing as I myself.

I was born free as Cæsar; so were you;
We both have fed as well; and we can both
Endure the winter's cold as well as he.
For once upon a raw and gusty day

The troubled Tyber chasing with his shores,
Cæsar says to me, dar'st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?-Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,

And bade him follow; so, indeed, he did,

The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside,
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point propos'd,
Cæsar cry'd, help me Cassius, or I sink.

I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,

Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear; so from the waves of Tyber
Did I the tired Cæsar: and this man

Is now become a god; and Cassius is

A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.

He had a fever when he was in Spain,

And when the fit was on him, I did mark

How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake;
His coward lips did from their colour fly,

And that same eye, whose bend does awe the world,
Did lose its lustre; I did hear him groan :
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
Alas! it cry'd-Give me some drink, Titinius-
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.

Bru. Another general shout!

I do believe, that these applauses are

For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. Cas. Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world

Like a Colossus! and we petty men

Walk under his huge legs, and peep about

To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

Men at sometimes are masters of their fates;

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus-and Cæsar-what should be in that Cæsar:
Why should that name be sounded, more than yours?
Write them together; your's is as fair a name:
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon Casar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meats does this our Cæsar feed,

That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd,
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods.
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
'But it was fam'd with more than with oe man?
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,

That her wide walls encompass'd but one man રે
Oh! you and I have heard our fathers say,

There was a Brutus, one that would have brook'd
The eternal devil, to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.

SHAKSPEARE.

On Education.-BY THE REV. DR. MASON, President of Dickinson College.

The revival of a decayed institution, being much more difficult than the establishment of a new one, as the resurrection of a dead body is more arduous, and certainly more uncommon, than the production of a living one; and as all the success, humanly speaking, will depend upon the plan to be pursued, it may be due to the occasion to say a few words on a subject, on which every body talks confidently, and few think correctly, while the million prate without thinking at all-the subject of EDUCATION.

Education, if I mistake not, contemplates three objects, the evolution of faculty, the formation of habits, and the cultivation of manners.

1. The evolution of faculty-This, of course, implies, that there is faculty to be evolved. So, that like all created power, education must have its materials from the hand of the Creator. Itself creates nothing. It only brings out qualities which pre-existed. It is a manufacture, and like all other manufactures must have the raw material to work upon, or it can do nothing. Many well meaning people imagine that it is in the power of teachers to do every thing: and hard measure do they give them for not working miracles-for not converting a booby into a lad of genius. My friends, you must not expect that we shall do what the Almighty God has not done. That we shall furnish brains where our pupils naturally are without them I know no more thankless and desperate experiment, than an attempt to educate the naturally stupid. It may well enough consort with the vocation of a pedant, who provided he has a head to hammer upon, is well enough satisfied; but it is grief, and misery, and purgatory, to a man of any sense or feeling. Persons, with uncouth and rugged minds, would be employed far better in following the plough, drawn by their more intelligent horses, than in making themselves ridiculous by endeavouring to obtain a liberal education. At the same time it must be acknowledged that the seeds of natural ability are pretty equally distributed : and that fine minds are often lost for want of culture.

"Full many a gem of purest ray serene,

"The dark unfathom'd, caves of ocean bear;
"Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
"And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”

Yes, among these lads who know no other use for their limbs, than felling the forests; and no other for their activity of mind and body, than catching the wild turkey, the pheasant, or the deer, there are some master spirits who need nothing but cultivation to bring them forth into their pe culiar action; who contain the rudiments of the statesman's skill, and the patriot's fire, and may, according to their places, become the Washingtons the Hamiltons, and the Franklin's of future days. There are, among these simple rustics, men who in former ages would have

"Wielded at will the fierce democracy,

"And fulmin'd over Greece to Macedon
"And Artaxerxes' Throne."

O, could we but light upon these chosen spirits, these minds which can balance themselves and millions of other men! Could Dickinson present among her sons, an array hostile, terrible, destructive, to all the legions of infidelity and misrule, she might well hold up her head amid the seminaries of the nation, and receive their homage, not less freely granted than richly merited.

On subordination to authority. I regret to say that in all the departments of society, from the parental controul to that of the government, this is held by our youth in too little esteem. Their ambition, very early evinced, is to be manly and to be free. They are, therefore, prone to spurn restraint and to take their own way: esteemed that to be a noble spirit which acknowledges no superior; and that to be true liberty which follows its own pleasure. That the prevalence of such a temper should produce wide spreading mischief, is manifest to every sound thinker; and often to the youth themselves, when it is too late to undo the consequences. In the mean time it militates alike against the very constitution of our nature— against the most express commandments of God-and against those principles of action which, at all times and in every place, but from peculiar causes, in the present day and in our own country, are necessary to the order of society and the happiness of individuals.

It is not for no

It militates against the very constitution of our nature. thing; it is for benign and wise purposes, that our Creator has determined we should come into the world utterly feeble and helpless. The first friend whom the infant recognizes, is his mother. To her tenderness, her watchfulness, her patience, he probably owes more than to the kindness of any of his species. Under her gentle auspices the first buddings of his rational nature begin to unfold. To her is allotted the delightful province of teaching "the young idea how to shoot," of moulding the heartof cherishing all its amiable and generous affections-of storing it with the "sweet charities” of life—of leading it in filial piety, to God the sovereign good. The rudiments of many a character distinguished for virtues honoured both on earth and in heaven, can be traced to the nursery and the lap. O most charming employment! rich compensation for the seclusion, the anxieties, the pains, to which the sex is destined! O most refreshing abatement of the sorrows of that cup which has been assigned to woman for her priority in transgression!

Then comes the father, appointed by the divine mandate to be the head of the domestic establishment. His family is his kingdom; his children are his subjects; and he is the governour in his own house. These young subjects are submitted to his rule: he knows best, at least better than they, what is for their good. His authority is to be their reason for many, for most things, while they are quite young. And should they prove refractory, his superior physical force can, and should, constrain their submission. If therefore, both parents perform their duty, their children, notwithstanding the dreadful drawback of human depravity, will generally grow up trained to obedience. Their habits will be incorporated into their character. They cannot become rude and disorderly without violating all sense of decorum and gratitude; and breaking through, besides, all their early habits. The common sense of mankind is in accordance with all this. A rough, surly, ungovernable, boy, there is nothing more common than to call an unnatural child. Thus are children, by the very condition of their being, made fit subjects for order which "is Heaven's first law." And he who requites his parents care, by vicious courses, by giving

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