The gates of honor on me,-turning out The Roman from his birthright; and for what ?— To fling your offices to every slave; (-Looking round him.) And having wound their loathsome track to the top Come, consecrated lictors! from your thrones; (To the Senate.) Fling down your sceptres :-take the rod and axe, LESSON CLXXXVI. The Battle Hymn of the Berlin Landsturm.*—KÖRNER FATHER of earth and heaven! I call thy name! God! thou art merciful.-The wintry storm, The cloud that pours the thunder from its womb, The lightnings, glăncing through the midnight gloom, As splendors of the autumnal evening star, God! thou art mighty!—At thy footstool bound, Nor in the million worlds that blaze beneath, Is one that can withstand thy wrath's hot breath.— *The Landsturm (German) is the military force of the country as distinguished from the regular standing army:-the whole mass of the undisciplined militia, called out in some sudden exigency of the state. Wo in thy frown-in thy smile victory! Hear my last prayer!-I ask no mortal wreath; Now for the fight-now for the cannon-peal- LESSON CLXXXVII. Extract from "Heaven and Earth,-A Mystery."-By RAPHAEL, the Archangel.-NOAH.-JAPHET Japhet. ОH, say not so, Father! and thou, Archangel, thou! Celestial mercy lurks below That pure serenity of brow. Let them not meet this sea without a shore! If not within thy heart, yet with thy tongue Live as he wills it-die, when he ordains, And bear what Adam's race must bear, and can. Floating upon the azure desert, and The depth beneath us hides our own dear land, And dearer, silent friends and brethren, all Buried in its immeasurable breast, Who, who, our tears, our shrieks shall then command? Renew not Adam's fall: But they are numerous now as are the waves, And the tremendous rain, Whose drops shall be less thick than would their graves, Were graves permitted to the sons of Cain. Noah. Silence, vain boy! each word of thine's a crime! Angel! forgive this stripling's fond despair. Japh. Hark! hark! deep sounds, and deeper still, In clouds they overspread the lurid sky, And hover round the mountain, where before Never a white wing, wetted by the wave, Yet dared to soar; Even when the waters waxed too fierce to brave. And then no more! Japh. The sun! the sun! He riseth, but his better light is gone, And a black circle, bound His glaring disk around, Proclaims Earth's last of summer days hath shone! Save where their brazen-colored edges streak The verge Noah. And lo! yon flash of light, The distant thunder's harbinger, appears ! It cometh! hence, away, Leave to the elements their evil prey! Hence, to where our all-hallowed ark uprears Japh. Oh, father, stay' Leave not my Anah to the swallowing tides! Noah. Must we not leave all life to such? Begone! Japh. Not I. Noah. Then die With them. How dar'st thou look on that prophetic sky, And seek to save what all things else condemn, In overwhelming unison With just Jehovah's wrath? Japh. Can rage and justice join in the same path? He knows not what he says, yet shall not drink But be, when passion passeth, good as thou, Nor perish like heaven's children, with man's daughters. LESSON CLXXXVIII. Speech of Catiline before the Roman Senate, on hearing his sentence of banishment.-CROLY's Catiline. my chain ! BANISHED from Rome! what's banished, but set free Your Consul's merciful. For this all thanks. This trial! Or make the infant's sinews strong as steel. This day's the birth of sorrows!-This hour's work Will breed proscriptions.-Look to your hearths, my lords, For there henceforth shall sit, for household gods, Wan Treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn ; LESSON CLXXXIX. Dialogue between HAMLET and HORATIO. SHAKSPEARE. Horatio. HAIL to your lordship! Hamlet. I am glad to see you well: Horatio or I do forget myself. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. Ham. I would not hear your enemies say so ; Nor shall you do mine ear that violence. We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Hor. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio; the funeral baked meats Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! My father-methinks I see my father- Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hor. I saw him once; he was a goodly king. I shall not look upon his like again. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Hor. My lord, the king, your father. Ham. The king, my father! Hor. Season your admiration for a while, |