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10 freedom, to all within its boundaries, and shedding light
and hope and joy upon the pathway of human liberty
throughout the world, — and Washington needs no other
monument. Other structures may fitly testify our vener-
ation for him ; this, this alone, can adequately illustrate

15 his services to mankind.

Nor does he need even this. The republic may perish ;
the wide arch of our ranged union may fall ; star by star
its glories may expire ; stone after stone its columns and
its capitol may moulder and crumble; all other names

20 which adorn its annals may be forgotten ; but as long as
human hearts shall anywhere pant, or human tongues
shall anywhere plead, for a true, rational, constitutional
liberty, those hearts shall enshrine the memory, and those
tongues shall prolong the fame, of George Washington !

Hon. R. C. Winthrop.

Winter Scenes.

25 See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train —
Vapors, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme,
' These, that exalt the soul to solemn thought,
And heavenly musing.

30 Welcome, kindred glooms !

Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot.
Pleased have I, in my cheerful morn of life,
When nursed by careless. Solitude I lived,
And sung of Nature with unceasing joy,

35 Pleased have I wandered through your rough domain ;
Trod the pure virgin snows, myself as pure ;
Hearji the winds roar, and the big torrent burst ;


Or seen the deep-fermenting tempest brewed,
In the grim evening sky.

Thus passed the time,
Till through the lucid chambers of the south
5 Looked out the joyous spring, — looked out, and smiled.

T^ TT T^ tF *T? tIP

Now when the cheerless empire of the sky

To Capricorn the Centaur Archer yields.

And fierce Aquarius stains the inverted year ;

Hung o'er the furthest verge of heaven, the sun
10 Scarce spreads through ether the dejected day.

Faint are his gleams, and ineffectual shoot

His struggling rays, in horizontal lines,

Through the thick air ; as, clothed in cloudy storm,

Weak, wan, and broad, he skirts the southern sky ;
15 And, soon descending, to the long, dark night,

Wide-shading all, the prostrate world resigns.
Nor is the night unwished ; while vital heat,

Light, life and joy, the dubious day forsake.

Meantime, in sable cincture, shadows vast,
20 Deep-tinged and damp, and congregated clouds,

And all the vapory turbulence of heaven,

Involve the face of things.

Thus Winter falls,

A heavy gloom oppressive o'er the world,
25 Through Nature shedding influence malign,

And rouses up the seeds of dark disease.

The soul of man dies in him, loathing life.

And black with more than melancholy views.
The cattle droop ; and o'er the furrowed land,
30 Fresh from the plough, the dun-discolored flocks,

Untended spreading, crop the wholesome root.

Along the woods, along the moorish fens.

Sighs the sad Genius of the coming storm :

And up among the loose disjointed cliffs,
35 And fractured mountains wild, the brawling brook

And cave presageful send a hollow moan.

Resounding long in listening Fancy's ear.
Then comes the father of the tempest forth.

Wrapped in black glooms. First joyless rains obscure
40 Drive through the mingling skies with vapor foul.

Dash on the mountain's brow and shake the woods,

That grumbling wave below.

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The unsightly plain
Lies a brown deluge ; as the low-bent clouds
Pour flood on flood, yet unexhausted still
Combine, and, deepening into night, shut up
5 The day's fair face.

The wanderers of heaven
Each to his home retire ; save those that love
To take their pastime in the troubled air,
Or skimming flutter round the dimply pool.

10 The cattle from the untasted fields return.

And ask, with meaning low, their wonted stalls,
Or ruminate in the contiguous shade.
Thither the household feathery people crowd, —
The crested cock, with all his female train,

15 Pensive and dripping; while the cottage hind
Hangs o'er the enlivening blaze, and taleful there
Recounts his simple frolic ; much he talks,
And much he laughs, nor recks the storm that blows
Without, and rattles on his humble roof.

20 Wide o'er the brim, with many a torrent swelled,
And the mixed ruin of its banks o'erspread,
At last the roused-up river pours along :
Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes,
From the rude mountain, and the mossy wild,

25 Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and sounding far;
Then o'er the sanded valley floating spreads.
Calm, sluggish, silent; till again, constrained
Between two meeting hills, it bursts away.
Where rocks and woods o'erhang the turbid stream ;

30 There, gathering triple force, rapid and deep.

It boils, and wheels, and foams, and thunders through.

Nature ! great parent ! whose unceasing hand
Rolls round the seasons of the changeful year,
How mighty, how majestic, are thy works !

35 With what a pleasing dread they swell the soul,
That sees astonished, and astonished sings !
Ye too, ye winds ! that now begin to blow
With boisterous sweep, I raise my voice to you.
Where are your stores, ye powerful beings ! say

40 Where your a'erial magazines reserved.
To swell the brooding terrors of the storm ?
In what far distant region of the sky.
Hushed in deep silence, sleep ye when 't is calm ?
When from the pallid sky the sun descends,


With many a spot, that o'er his glaring orb

Uncertain wanders, stained ; red fiery streaks

Begin to flush around. The reeling clouds

Stagger with dizzy poise, as doubting yet
5 Which master to obey : while rising slow,

Blank, in the leaden-colored east, the moon

Wears a wan circle round her blunted horns.
Seen through the turbid, fluctuating air,

The stars obtuse emit a shivered ray ;
10 Or frequent seem to shoot athwart the gloom,

And long behind them trail the whitening blaze.

Snatched in short eddies, plays the withered leaf;

And on the flood the dancing feather floats.
With broadened nostrils to the sky upturned,
15 The conscious heifer snuffs the stormy gale.

E'en as the matron, at her nightly task.

With pensive labor draws the flaxen thread,

The wasted taper and the crackling flame

Foretell the blast.
20 But chief the plumy race,

The tenants of the sky, its changes speak.

Retiring from the downs, where all day long

They picked their scanty fare, a blackening train

Of clamorous rooks thick urge their weary flight,
25 And seek the closing shelter of the grove ;

Assiduous, in his bower, the wailing owl

Plies his sad song.

The cormorant on high

Wheels from the deep, and screams along the land.
30 Loud shrieks the soaring hern ; and with wild wing

The circling sea-fowl cleave the flaky clouds.

Ocean, unequal pressed, with broken tide

And blind commotion heaves ; while from the shore,

Eat into caverns by the restless wave,
35 And forest-rustling mountain, comes a voice,

That solemn sounding bids the world prepare.
Then issues forth the storm with sudden burst,

And hurls the whole precipitated air

Down in a torrent. On the passive main
40 Descends the ethereal force, and with strong gust

Turns from its bottom the discolored deep.

Through the black night that sits immense around,

Lashed into foam, the fierce conflicting brine

Seems o'er a thousand raging waves to bum.


Meantime, the mountain billows, to the clouds

In dreadful tumult swelled, surge above surge,

Burst into chaos with tremendous roar.

And anchored navies from their station drive,
5 Wild as the winds, across the howling waste

Of mighty waters : now the inflated wave

Straining they scale, and now impetuous shoot

Into the secret chambers of the deep.

The wintry Baltic thundering o'er their head.
10 Emerging thence again, before the breath

Of full-exerted heaven they wing their course,

And dart on distant coasts ; if some sharp rock

Or shoal insidious break not their career.

And in loose fragments fling them floating round.
15 Nor less at land the loosened tempest reigns.

The mountain thunders ; and its sturdy sons

Stoop to the bottom of the rocks they shade.

Lone on the midnight steep, and all aghast,

The dark, wayfaring stranger breathless toils,
20 And, often falling, climbs against the blast.

Low waves the rooted forest, vexed, and sheds

What of its tarnished honors yet remain ;

Dashed down, and scattered, by the tearing wind's

Assiduous fury, its gigantic limbs.
25 Thus struggling through the dissipated grove,

The whirling tempest raves along the plain ;

And on the cottage thatched, or lordly roof.

Keen-fastening, shakes them to the solid base.

Sleep frighted flies ; and round the rocking dome,
30 For entrance eager, howls the savage blast.

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Huge uproar lords it wide. The clouds, commixed

With stars swift gliding, sweep along the sky.

All Nature reels. Till Nature's King, who oft
35 Amid tempestuous darkness dwells alone.

And on the wings of the careering wind

Walks dreadfully serene, commands a calm ;

Then, straight, air, sea and earth, are hushed at once
As yet 't is midnight deep. The weary clouds,
40 Slow-meeting, mingle into solid gloom.

Now, while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep.

Let me associate with the serious Night,

And Contemplation, her sedate compeer;

EX. Lvn.] Parker's exercises in 299

Let me shake off the intrusive cares of day,

And lay the meddling senses all aside.
Where now, ye lying vanities of life !

Ye ever-tempting, ever-cheating train !
5 Where are you now ? and what is your amount ? —

Vexation, disappointment, and remorse :

Sad, sickening thought ! and yet, deluded man,

A scene of crude disjointed visions past,

And broken slumbers, rises, still resolved,
10 With new-flushed hopes, to run the giddy round
Father of light and life ! Thou Good Supreme !

O, teach me what is good ! teach me Thyself !

Save me from folly, vanity and vice,

From every low pursuit I and feed my soul
15 With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure ;

Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss I TJumison.

The Punishment of a lAar.

From the 2nd Book of Kings, Chapter V.

Now Naaman, captain of the host of the King of Syria,
was a great man with his master, and honorable, because
by him the Lord had given deliverance unto Syria : he

20 was also a mighty man in valor, but he was a leper.

And the Syrians had gone out by companies, and had
brought away captive out of the land of Israel a little
maid ; and she waited on Naaman's wife. And she said
unto her mistress, Would God my lord were with the

25 prophet that is in Samaria ! for he would recover him of

his leprosy. And one went in, and told his lord, saying,

Thus and thus said the maid that is of the land of Israel.

And the King of Syria said, Go to, go, and I will send

a letter unto the King of Israel. And he departed, and

30 took with him ten talents of silver, and six thousand pieces
of gold, and ten changes of raiment. And he brought the
letter to the King of Israel, saying, Now when this letter
is come unto thee, behold, I have therewith sent Naaman
my servant to thee, that thou mayst recover him of his

35 leprosy.

And it came to pass, when the King of Israel had read


the letter, that he rent his clothes, and said, Am I God, to
kill and to make alive, that this man doth send unto me to
recover a man of his leprosy ? Wherefore consider, I pray
you, and see how he seeketh a quarrel against me.
5 And it was so, when Elisha the man of God had heard
that the King of Israel had rent his clothes, that he sent to
the king, saying. Wherefore hast thou rent thy clothes ?
let him come now to me, and he shall know that there is a
prophet in Israel.

10 So Naaman came with his horses and with his chariot,
and stood at th*e door of the house of Elisha. And Elisha
sent a messenger unto him, saying, Go and wash in Jordan
seven times, and thy flesh shall come again to thee, and
thou shalt be clean.

15 But Naaman was wroth, and went away, and said, Be-
hold, I thought. He will surely come out to me, and stand,
and call on the name of the Lord his God, and strike his
hand over the place, and recover the leper. Are not Aba-
na and Pharpar, rivers of Damascus, better than all the

20 waters of Israel? may I not wash in them, and be clean?
So he turned and went away in a rage.

And his servants came near, and spake unto him, and
said, My father, if the prophet had bid thee do some great
thing, wouldst thou not have done it ? how much rather

25 then, when he saith to thee, Wash and be clean. Then
went he down, and dipped himself seven times in Jordan,
according to the saying of the man of God : and his flesh
came again like unto the flesh of a little child, and he was

30 And he returned to the man of God, he and all his
company, and came and stood before him : and he said.
Behold, now I know that there is no God in all the earth,
but in Israel : now therefore, I pray thee take a blessing
of thy servant. But he said, As the Lord liveth, before

35 whom I stand, I will receive none. And he urged him to
take it ; but he refused.

And Naaman said. Shall there not then, I pray thee, be
given to thy servant two mules' burden of earth ? for thy
servant will henceforth offer neither burnt-offering nor sac-

40 rifice unto other gods, but unto the Lord. In this thing
the Lord pardon thy servant, that when my master goeth
into the house of Rimmon to worship there, and he leaneth
on my hand, and I bow myself in the house of Rimmon :
when I bow down myself in the house of Rimmon, the


Lord pardon thy servant in this thing. And he said unto
him, Go in peace. So he departed from him a little way.
But Gehazi, the servant of Elisha the man of God, said.
Behold, my master hath spared Naaman this Syrian, in
5 not receiving at his hands that which he brought : but as
the Lord liveth, 1 will run after him, and take somewhat
of him. So Gehazi followed after Naaman.

And when Naaman saw him running after him, he
lighted down from the chariot to meet him, and said. Is all

10 well ? And he said. All is well. My master hath sent
me, saying, Behold, even now there be come to me from
Mount Ephraim two young men of the sons of the proph-
ets : give them, 1 pray thee, a talent of silver, and two
changes of garments.

15 And Naaman said, Be content, take two talents. And
he urged him, and bound two talents of silver in two bags,
with tAVo changes of garments, and laid them upon two of
his servants ; and they bare them before him. And when
he came to the tower, he took them from their hand and

20 bestowed them in the house : and he let the men go, and
they departed. But he went in, and stood before his

And Elisha said unto him. Whence comest thou, Ge-
hazi ? And he said. Thy servant went no whither. And

25 he said unto him. Went not my heart with thee, when
the man turned again from his chariot to meet thee ? Is
it a time to receive money, and to receive garments, and
olive-yards, and vineyards, and sheep, and oxen, and men-
servants, and maid-servants ? The leprosy, therefore, of

30 Naaman shall cleave unto thee and unto thy seed forever.
And he went out from his presence a leper as white as


Rejlections occasioned by a Man's perishing in a SnoW'Storm.

As thus the snows arise ; and foul, and fierce,
All Winter drives along the darkened air ;
35 In his own loose revolving fields, the swain
Disastered stands : sees other hills ascend.
Of unknown joyless brow ; and other scenes,
Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain :
Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid

302 Parker's exercises in [ex. lvhi.

Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on

From hill to dale, still more and more astray ;

Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps,

Stung with the thoughts of home ; the thoughts of home
5 Rush on his nerves, and call their vigor forth

In many a vain attempt.

How sinks his soul !

What black despair, what horror fills his heart !

When for the dusky spot, which fancy feigned
10 His tufted cottage rising through the snow,

He meets the roughness of the middle waste,

Far from the track and blessed abode of man !

While round him night resistless closes fast,

And every tempest, howling o'er his head,
15 Renders the savage wilderness more wild.

Then throng the busy shapes into his mind

Of covered pits, unfathomably deep,

A dire descent ! beyond the power of frost !

Of faithless bogs ; of precipices huge,
20 Smoothed up with snow; and, what is land, unknown;

What water, of the still unfrozen spring,

In the loose marsh or solitary lake.

Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
These check his fearful steps ; and down he sinks
25 Beneath the shelter of the shapeless drift.

Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death.

Mixed with the tender anguish Nature shoots

Through the wrung bosom of the dying man, —

His wife, his children, and his friends unseen.
30 In vain for him the officious wife prepares

The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ;

In vain his little children, peeping out

Into the mingling storm, demand their sire,

With tears of artless innocence. Alas !
35 Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold,

Nor friends, nor sacred home.

On every nerve

The deadly Winter seizes ; shuts up sense ;

And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,
40 Lays him along the snows, a stiffened corse,

Stretched out, and bleaching in the northern blast.
Ah ! little think the gay licentious proud.

Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ;

They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth,


And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ;
Ah! little think they, while they dance along,
How many feel, this very moment, death,
And all the sad variety of pain !
5 How many sink in the devouring flood.
Or more devouring flame ! How many bleed,
By shameful variance betwixt man and man!
How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ,
Shut from the common air, and common use

10 Of their own limbs ! How many 'drink the cup
Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread
Of misery ! Sore pierced by wintry winds,
How many shrink into the sordid hut
Of cheerless poverty ! How many shake

15 With all the fiercer tortures of the mind,
Unbounded passion, madness, guilt, remorse ;
Whence tumbled headlong from the height of life,
They furnish matter for the tragic Muse !

E'en in the vale where Wisdom loves to dwell,

20 With friendship, peace, and contemplation joined,
How many, racked with honest passions, droop
In deep retired distress ! How many stand
Around the death-bed of their dearest friends.
And point the parting anguish !

25 Thought fond Man

Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills,
That one incessant struggle render life, —
One scene of toil, of suflfering, and of fate, —
Vice in his high career would stand appalled,

30 And heedless rambling Impulse learn to think ;
The conscious heart of Charity would warm,
And her wide wish Benevolence dilate ;
The social tear would rise, the social sigh :
And into clear perfection, gradual bliss,

35 Refining still, the social passions work. Thomson.


CaUisthe)ies' Reproof of Clean's Flattery to Alexander.

If the king were present, Cleon, there would be no need
of my answering to what you have just proposed. He
would himself reprove you for endeavoring to draw him

804 Parker's exercises in [ex. lx.

into an imitation of foreign absurdities, and for bringing
envy upon him by such unmanly flattery.

As he is absent, I take upon me to tell you, in his name,
that no praise is lasting, but what is rational ; and that

5 you do what you can to lessen his glory, instead of adding
to it. Heroes have never among us been deified, till after
their death ; and whatever may be your way of thinking,
Cleon, for my part, I wish the king may not, for many
years to come, obtain that honor.

10 You have mentioned, as precedents of what you pro-
pose, Hercules and Bacchus. Do you imagine, Cleon, that
they were deified over a cup of wine ? and are you and I
qualified to make gods ? Is the king, our sovereign, to
receive his divinity from you and me, who are his subjects ?

15 First try your power, whether you can make a king. It
is surely easier to make a king than a god ; to give an
earthly dominion, than a throne in heaven. I only wish
that the gods may have heard without offence the arro-
gant proposal you have made of adding one to their num-

20 ber ; and that they may still be so propitious to us as to
grant the continuance of that success to our affairs with
which they have hitherto favored us.

For my part, I am not ashamed of my country ; nor do
I approve of our adopting the rites of foreign nations, or

25 learning from them how we ought to reverence our kings.
To receive laws or rules of conduct from them, what is it
but to confess ourselves inferior to them ?


Rural Felicity.

O, KNEW he but his happiness, of men
The happiest he, who, far from public rage,

30 Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired,
Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life.

What though the dome be wanting, whose proud gate,
Each morning, vomits out the sneaking crowd
Of flatterers false, and in their turn abused?

35 Vile intercourse ! what though the glittering robe
Of every hue reflected light can give.
Or floating loose, or stiff with mazy gold.
The pride and gaze of fools ! oppress him not ?


What though, from utmost land and sea purveyed,

For him each rarer tributary life

Bleeds not, and his insatiate table heaps

With luxury and death ? What though his bowl
5 Flames not with costly juice ; nor sunk in beds,

Oft of gay care, he tosses out the night,

Or melts the thoughtless hours in idle state ?
What though he knows not those fantastic joys

Tjjat still amuse the wanton, still deceive •
10 A face of pleasure, but a heart of pain ;

Their hollow moments undelighted all ?

Sure peace is his ; a solid life, estranged

To disappointment, and fallacious hope :

Rich in content, in Nature's bounty rich,
15 In herbs and fruits.

Whatever greens the Spring,

When heaven descends in showers ; or bends the bough

When Summer reddens, and when Autumn beams ;

Or in the wintry glebe whatever lies
20 Concealed, and fattens with the richest sap :

These are not wanting ; nor the milky drove,

Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale ;

Nor bleating mountains ; nor the chide of streams,

And hum of bees, inviting sleep sincere
25 Into the guiltless breast, beneath the shade,

Or thrown at large amid the fragrant hay ;

Nor aught besides of prospect, grove, or song,

Dim grottoes, gleaming lakes, and fountain clear.
Here too dwells simple Truth ; plain Innocence ;
30 Unsullied Beauty ; sound unbroken Youth,

Patient of labor, with a little pleased ;

Health ever blooming; unambitious Toil,

Calm Contemplation, and poetic Ease.

Let others brave the flood in quest of gain,
35 And beat, for joyless months, the gloomy wave.

Let such as deem it glory to destroy

Rush into blood, the sack of cities seek;

Unpierced, exulting in the widow's wail,

The virgin's shriek, and infant's trembling cry.
40 Let some, far distant from their native soil

Urged or by want or hardened avarice,

Find other lands beneath another sun.

Let this through cities work his eager way,

By legal outrage and established guile,

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The social sense extinct ; and that ferment

Mad into tumult the seditious herd,

Or melt them down to slavery. Let these

Insnare the wretched in the toils of law,
5 Fomenting discord, and perplexing right,

An iron race ! and those of fairer front.

But equal inhumanity, in courts.

Delusive pomp and dark cabals, delight ;

Wreathe the deep bow, diffuse the lying smile,
10 And tread the weary labyrinth of state.

While he, from all the stormy passions free

That restless men involve, hears, and but hears,

At distance safe, the human tempest roar.

Wrapped close in conscious peace. The fall of kings,
15 The rage of nations, and the crush of states.

Move not the man who, from the world escaped,

In still retreats, and flowery solitudes,

To Nature's voice attends, from month to month

And day to day, through the revolving year :
20 Admiring, sees her in her every shape :

Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart ;

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