The heart that cherished him-for him he poured, Strong supplication, and forgave him there, * * * * * * 4. The pall was settled. He who slept beneath As when, in hours of gentle dalliance, bathing His helm was at his feet; his banner, soiled 5. The soldiers of the king trod to and fro, Of David entered, and he gave command, In a low tone, to his few followers, And left him with his dead. The king stood still He bowed his head upon him, and broke forth 6. "Alas! my noble boy! that thou shouldst die! And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! 7. "Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, And hear thy sweet 'my father!' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom! 8. "The grave hath won thee. I shall hear the gush And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung; 9. "And, oh! when I am stricken, and my heart, Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token! 10. "And now, farewell! 'Tis hard to give thee up, May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home, 11. He covered up his face, and bowed himself LESSON LIV. CHARACTER OF WASHINGTON. IR, it matters very little what immediate spot may have been the birthplace of such a man as WASHINGTON. No people can claim, no country can appropriate him. The boon of Providence to the human race, his fame is eternity, and his residence creation. Though it was the defeat of our arms, and the disgrace of our policy, I almost bless the convulsion in which he had his origin. If the heavens thundered, and the earth rocked, yet, when the storm had passed, how pure was the climate that it cleared! how bright in the brow of the firmament was the planet which it revealed to us! 2. In the production of Washington it does really appear as if nature was endeavoring to improve upon herself, and that all the virtues of the ancient world were but so many studies preparatory to the patriot of the new. Individual instances, no doubt, there were, splendid exemplifications, of some single qualification: Cæsar was merciful, Scipio was continent, Hannibal was patient; but it was reserved for Washington to blend them all in one, and, like the lovely masterpiece of the Grecian artist, to exhibit, in one glow of associated beauty, the pride of every model, and the perfection of every master. 3. As a general, he marshaled the peasant into a veteran, and supplied, by discipline, the absence of experience; as a statesman, he enlarged the policy of the cabinet into the most comprehensive system of general advantage; and such was the wisdom of his views, and the philosophy of his counsels, that, to the soldier and the statesman, he almost added the character of the sage! A conqueror, he was untainted with the crime of blood; a revolutionist, he was free from any stain of treason; for aggression commenced the contest, and his country called him to the command. Liberty unsheathed his sword, necessity stained, victory returned it. 4. If he had paused here, history might have doubted what station to assign him; whether at the head of her citizens, or her soldiers, her heroes, or her patriots. But the last glorious act crowns his career, and banishes all hesitation. Who, like Washington, after having emancipated a hemisphere, resigned its crown, and preferred the retirement of domestic life to the adoration of a land he might be almost said to have created? Happy, proud America! The lightnings of heaven yielded to your philosophy! The temptations of earth could not seduce your patriotism! PHILLIPS. LESSON LV. THE EXILE. E'rin, an early name of Ireland, now used in poetry. TE HERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh! 2. "Sad is my fate!" said the heart-broken stranger; "The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me! Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, [hours, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh! 3. "Erin! my country! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore; But, alas! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more! O cruel fate! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace, where no perils can chase me? Never again shall my brothers embrace me? They died to defend me!—or live to deplore! |