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4. And our father said, Go again and buy us a little food. And we said, We cannot go down, unless our young. est brother be with us, for we may not see the man's face except our youngest brother be with us. And thy servant my father said unto us, Ye know that I had two sons; and the one went out from me, and I said, surely he is torn in pieces; and I saw him not since.

5. And if ye take this also from me, and mischief befal him, ye shall bring down my grey hairs with sorrow to the grave. Now, therefore, when I come to thy servant my father, and the lad be not with us, (seeing that his life is bound up in the lad's life,) it shall come to pass, when he seeth that the lad is not with us, that he will die: and thy servants shall bring down the grey hairs of thy servant our father with sorrow to the grave.

6. For thy servant became surety for the lad unto my father, saying, If I bring him not unto thee, then I shall bear the blame to my father for ever. Now therefore, I pray thee, let thy servant abide, instead of the lad, a bondman to my lord; and let the lad go up with his brethren. For how shall I go up to my father, and the lad be not with me? least peradventure I see the evil that shall come on my father.-Genesis xliv.

Judah's speech is very pathetic. Its effect upon Joseph was so great that he immediately disclosed himself. No sooner had Judah finished it, than Joseph said to his brethren, "I am Joseph; doth my father yet live?"

The italic words should be given with slight emphasis; the key should be low, and the time rather slow.

GEORGE M'DUFFIE'S ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE DEATH OF A COLLEAGUE IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVEES OF THE UNITED STATES.

1. MR. SPEAKER :-I rise to discharge a painful and melancholy duty, by announcing the death of Gen. James Blair, a representative from the State of South Carolina. The occurrence of the last few weeks furnish to us all an impressive and awful admonition of the precarious tenure by which we hold this fleeting and feverish existence, while

we are but too prone to act as if it wonld never have an end.

2. Scarcely have our feelings recovered from the violence, of the shock produced by the extraordinary and unexampled spectacle of one of our number falling dead before our eyes, while in the act of addressing the house on a great question of deep and absorbing interest, when we are summoned to pay the last melancholy offices of humanity to another, whose death was equally sudden.

3. Mr. Speaker, I never have been able to feel that on occasions of this kind, panegyric is an appropriate tribute to the memory of the dead. They are beyond the reach of praise; and it is not by this that they are judged, either in this world or the next. Biographical details, however brief, are, in my opinion, not more appropriate. Where the deceased is known, they are unnecessary; where he is unknown, they are seldom of any interest.

4. His name should be his epitaph; and, however blank it may appear to the vacant eye of the passing stranger, it will always have the power to call up the recollection of his virtues in the bosom of friendship, and the tear of undissembled sorrow in the eye of affection-offerings more grateful and congenial to the disembodied spirit, than the proudest monument which human art can erect, or the most pompous eulogium which human eloquence can pronounce.

5. Without saying more, Sir, I now ask the house to bestow upon the memory of the deceased, the customary testimonials of respect, by adopting the resolution I hold in my hand.

Mr. M'Duffie, of South Carolina, has been Governor of that State, as well as a representative in Congress. This is a burst of true eloquence,

DEATH.

1. O death! so long the cause of all our tears, Art thou, in truth, thus beautiful and fair? Then let me haste to that pale region, where

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The myriad sons of men of other years,
Have laid them down.

If such thou art, our fears
Are vain, and sweet it were with thee to share
The grave's repose. But why that pensive air,
When youth eternal on thy brow appears?
For nothing else seems mortal in thy mien.

3. In thee, methinks the beauteous type I see
Of that bright being, man himself shall be,
When from a sleep as breathless as serene,
He wakes-save that upon his radiant face
Langour and sorrow then shall have no trace.-H. Pick-
ering.

These beautiful lines require a low key, slow time, and long quantity.

ADDRESS TO THE MOON.

1- Daughter of heaven, fair art thou! the silence of thy face is pleasant! Thou comest forth in loveliness. The stars attend thy blue course in the east. The clouds rejoice in thy presence, O moon. They brighten their darkbrown sides. Who is like thee in heaven, light of the silent night! The stars in thy presence, turn away their sparkling eyes.

2. Whither dost thou retire from thy course, when the darkness of thy countenance grows. Hast thou thy hall, like Ossian? Dwellest thou in the shadow of grief? Have thy sisters fallen from heaven? Are they who rejoice with thee at night, no more? Yes; they have fallen, fair light! and thou dost often retire to mourn. But thou thyself shalt fail, one night, and leave thy blue path in heaven.

3. The stars will then lift their heads and rejoice. Thou art now clothed with thy brightness. Look from thy gates in the sky. Burst the cloud O wind, that the daughter of night may look forth that the shaggy mountains may brighten, and the ocean roll its white waves in light.-Ossian.

CONCLUSION OF DANIEL WEBSTER'S SPEECH.

Gentlemen, a hundred years hence, other disciples of Washington will celebrate his birth, with no less of sincere admiration, than we now commemorate it. When they shall meet, as we now meet, to do themselves and him the honor, so surely as they shall see the blue summits of his native mountains rise in the horizon, so surely as they shall behold the river on whose banks he lived, and on whose banks he rests, still flow to the sea, so surely may they see, as we now see, the flag of the Union floating on the top of the Capitol; and then, as now, may the sun in his course, visit no land more free, more happy, more lovely, than this our own country.

The Speech from which this short and eloquent extract is taken, was made at Washington, on the 22 of February, 1832, it being the Centennial birth day of George Washington.

ON EDUCATION.

1. Education is a companion which no misfortune can depress, no clime destroy, no enemy alienate, no despotism enslave; at home a friend, abroad an introduction; in soli. tude a solace, in society an ornament; it chastens vice, it guides virtue, it gives at once a grace and government to genius.

2. Without it, what is man? A splendid slave! a reasoning savage, vascillating between the dignity of an intelligence derived from God, and the degradation of passions participated with brutes; and in the accident of their alternate ascendency shuddering at the terrors of an hereafter, or embracing the horrid hope of annihilation.

3. What is this wondrous world of his residence?

A mighty maze, and all without a plan ;

a dark, and desolate, and dreary cavern, without wealth, or ornament, or order. But light up within it the torch of knowledge, and how wondrous the transition!

4. The seasons change, the atmosphere breathes, the

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landscape lives, earth unfolds its fruits, ocean rolls in its magnificence, the heavens display their constellated canopy, and the grand, animated spectacle of nature rises revealed before him, its varieties regulated, and its mysteries resolved !

5. The phenomena which bewilder, the prejudices which debase, the superstitions which enslave, vanish before education. Like the holy symbol which blazed upon the cloud before the hesitating Constantine, if man follow but its precepts, purely, it will not only lead him to the victories of this world, but open the very portals of Omnipotence for his admission.-Phillips.

THE SACKING OF PRAGUE.

1. Oh! sacred truth! thy triumph ceas'd awhile,
And hope, thy sister, ceas'd with thee to smile,
When leagu'd oppression pour'd to northern wars
Her whisker'd panders and her fierce hussars,
Wav'd her dread standard to the breeze of morn,
Peal'd her loud drum, and twang'd her trumpet horn!
Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van,
Presaging wrath to Poland-and to man!

2. Warsaw's last champion from her height survey'd,
Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid,-
Oh! Heav'n, he cried, my bleeding country save!
Is there no hand on high to shield the brave?
Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains,
Rise fellow-men! our country yet remains l
By that dread name, we wave the sword on high,
And swear for her to live! with her to die!

3. He said, and on the rampart heights array'd
His trusty warriors, few, but undismay'd;
Firm-pac❜d and slow, a horrid front they form,
Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm;
Low, murmuring sounds along their banners fly,
Revenge, or death,-the watchword and reply;
Then pealed the notes, omnipotent to charm,
And the loud tocsin toll'd their last alarm!

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