2. It was a still summer evening that I committed her to the deep. The sea was calm and peaceful; the sun almost rested his broad, red disk upon the waters, forming a path of glory to himself upon the ocean like a road for happy spirits to a better world; the soft hills of Portugal were blue in the distance, the air was mild and balmy. It was just the scene hat seemed as if the world had never known and never could know grief; and there, while the vessel was held on and off, were the mourners' clustering round the gangway. 3. There were the weather-beaten sailors, with some feeling even in their iron countenances; there was the union-jack, the only mark of respect we could give; then came the solemn service, and at the sad words, "We therefore commit her body to the deep," the splash of the waters, and the gurgling of the waves over that which was committed to their trust-not given to their possession. For who but could feel that to be Christian burial, when the waves had been stilled and trodden by our Redeemer, when the bodies of so many of his saints have been committed to them, and when one day they must of necessity give up their dead? REV. J. M. NEALE. 95. THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS. ING FRANCIS was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, And one day, as his lions fought, sat looking on the court; The nobles fill'd the benches round, the ladies by their side, And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for whom he sigh'd: And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show, Valor and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below. Ramp'd and roar'd the lions, with horrid laughing jaws; They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws: With wallowing might and stifled roar, they roll'd on one another, Till all the pit, with sand and mane, was in a thund'rous smother; The bloody foam above the bars came whizzing thro' the air: Said Francis then, "Faith! gentlemen, we're better here than there !" III. De Lorge's love o'erheard the king, a beauteous lively dame, With smiling lips and sharp bright eyes, which always seem'd the same; She thought, The Count my lover is brave as brave can be; IV. She dropp'd her glove, to prove his love, then look'd at him and smiled; He bow'd, and in a moment leap'd among the lions wild. The leap was quick, return was quick-he has regain'd the place, Then threw the glove-but not with love-right in the lady's face. "By Heaven !" cried Francis, "rightly done !" and he rose from where he sat : "No love," quoth he, "but vanity, sets love a task like that!" L. HUNT. 96. MODERN THEORIES. [Extract from a brilliant and eloquent speech delivered in the National Assembly of France, 1848.] A LL the novel doctrines of our day, all modern theories, tend to an immoderate thirst of enjoyment, and to a spirit of aversion for and revolt against social authority. Yes, all the anti-social tendencies that threaten our country, may be summed up in those two words, enjoyment and contempt. In the first place, enjoyment not only of one's own property, but of another's property; at least what has heretofore been termed the property of others. 2. Here I beg leave to place before you the authorities on which my assertion rests; and I shall do so without the slight est intention to wound the feelings of others, but merely for the purpose of discussion. I will call your attention to a certain number of axioms or expressions put forth by eminent socialists, which imply that desire of enjoyment to which I have alluded. 3. At the Luxembourg, the working classes were told that they ought to aspire to the highest degree-the maximum of enjoyment. Another orator has declared on this very floor,." The people tell you, through me, that they wish no longer to be poor, and will not be so any longer." It has been said by a third, that the want of the present day was a paradise on earth. Thus you see the idea of enjoyment is everywhere predominant. 4. Other aspirants after the same end endeavor to make labor attractive, and thus destroy the very notion of labor in the popular mind. Instead of its being an obligation, a warning, a punishment, a remedy for the soul of man, it is represented as an enjoyment and a right. At the same time, the notion of self-sacrifice and self-devotion is set aside, and that of happiness is substituted in its place. 5. A man is said to have attained his end upon earth when he has risen to a state of happiness; not, indeed, that moral happiness which consists in the performance of duty and the acquisition of merit, and which necessarily supposes sacrifice and self-devotion, but a happiness which is altogether material. 6. This is the end held out to mankind in general, and to the French nation in particular. And, in addition to this thirsting after a material and immoderate enjoyment, the people are taught to despise and to resist all kind of author. ity. This rebellious disposition is not a spirit of liberty, but a spirit of revolt, which threatens as much danger, if not more, to a republican government, as to any other kind of power. 7. In fact, authority is an essential element in a republic as well as in a monarchy; but the idea of authority is now-alays materially impaired among those classes, which threaten the social existence of France. The people are very willing to obey laws which they find to their taste; but to obey the law because it is law, to obey the magistrate because he is the magistrate, is an idea which is fast becoming extinct in the mind of the French people. MONTALEMBERT. 97. TO-MORROW IS SAINT CRISPIAN. [Before the battle of Agincourt, several of the officers were discouraged by the fewness of their soldiers. The Duke of Westmoreland wishes but "one ten thousand of those men who were that day idle were there to help them." The king, Henry V., replies:] THAT'S he that wishes so? WHAT'S My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin; God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through our host, 2. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors, And say: To-morrow is Saint Crispian. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words,- Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glo'ster,- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. SHAKESPEARE war. 98. A CHALLENGE TO AMERICA. ET us quarrel, American kinsmen. Let us plunge into We have been friends too long. We have too highly promoted each other's wealth and prosperity. We are too plethoric; we want depletion: to which end let us cut one another's throats. 2. Let us sink, burn, kill, and destroy-with mutual energy; sink each other's shipping, burn each other's arsenals, destroy each other's property at large. We will bombard your towns, and you shall bombard ours-if you can. Let us ruin each other's commerce as much as possible, and that will be a considerable some. 3. Let our banks break while we smite and slay one another; let our commercial houses smash right and left in the United States and the United Kingdom. Let us maim and mutilate one another; let us make of each other miserable objects, cripples, halt, and blind, adapted for the town's end, to beg during life. 4. Come, let us render the wives of each other widows, and the mothers childless, and cause them to weep rivers of tears, amounting to an important quantity of "water privilege." 5. The bowl of wrath, the devil's punch-bowl, filled high, |