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Marched armies o'er thy tomb with thundering tread,

O’erthrew Osiris, Orus, Apis, Isis, f
And shook the pyramids with fear and wonder,
When the gigantic Memnon fell asunder?

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If the tomb's secrets may not be confessed,

The nature of thy private life unfold: -
A heart has throbbed beneath that leathern breast,

And tears adown that dusky cheek have rolled:-
Have children climbed those knees, and kissed that face?
What were thy name and station, age and race ?


Statue of flesh — immortal of the dead !

Imperishable type of evanescence !
Posthumous man, who quitt'st thy narrow bed,

And standest undecayed within our presence,
Thou wilt hear nothing till the judgment morning,
When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning.

11 Why should this worthless tegument endure,

If its undying guest be lost forever ?
0, let us keep the soul embalmed and pure

In living virtue; that when both must sever,
Although corruption may our frame consume,
The immortal spirit in the skies may bloom.

LI. — SPANISH WAR SONG. Fling forth the proud banner of Leon again; Let the watchword, Castile, go resounding through Spain ! And thou, free Asturias, encamped on the height, Pour down thy dark sons to the vintage of fight;

* Egypt was conquered 525 B.C., by Cambyses, the second king of Persia, f These are the names of Egyptian deities,

Wake! wake! the old soil where our warriors repose,
Rings hollow and deep to the trampling of foes.
The voices are mighty that swell from the past,

With Aragon's cry on the shrill mountain blast; 5 The ancient Sierras give strength to our tread,

Their pines murmur song where bright blood hath been shed
Fling forth the proud banner of Leon again,
And shout ye, “Castile! to the rescue for Spain!”

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What's hallowed ground ? Has earth a clod
Its Maker meant not should be trod
By man, the image of his God,

Erect and free,
Unscourged by Superstition's rod

To bow the knee?

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3 Give that! and welcome War to brace

Her drums! and rend Heaven's reeking space!
The colors planted face to face,

The charging cheer,
Though Death's pale horse iead on the chase,

Shall still be dear.

4 And place our trophies where men kneel

To Heaven ! but Heaven rebukes my zeal.

O God above!
The cause of Truth and human weal,
Transfer it from the sword's appeal

To Peace and Love.

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Peace, Love! the cherubim that join
Their spread wings o'er Devotion's shrine,
Prayers sound in vain, and temples shine,

Where they are not —
The heart alone can make divine

Religion's spot.

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The ticking wood-worm mocks thee, man!
Thy temples — creeds themselves grow wan :
But there 's a dome of nobler span,

A temple given
Thy faith, that bigots dare not ban —

Its space is Heaven !

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Its roof star-pictured Nature's ceiling,
Where, trancing the rapt spirit's feeling,
And God himself to man revealing,

The harmonious spheres
Make music, though unheard their pealing

By mortal ears.


Fair stars ! are not your beings pure ?
Can sin, can death, your worlds obscure ?
Else why so swell the thoughts at your

Aspect above?
Ye must be Heavens that make us sure

Of heavenly love!

10 And in your harmony sublime

I read the doom of distant time;
That man's regenerate soul from crime

Shall yet be drawn,
And reason on his mortal clime

Immortal dawn.


What's hallowed ground ? 'T is what gives birth
To sacred thoughts in souls of worth !-
Peace ! Independence ! Truth! go forth

Earth's compass round;
And your high priesthood shall make earth

All hallowed ground !



WASHINGTON IRVING. In those happy days, a well-regulated family always rose with the dawn, dined at eleven, and went to bed at sunset. Dinner was invariably a private meal, and the

fat old burghers showed incontestable signs of disapproba$ tion and uneasiness at being surprised by a visit from a

neighbor on such occasions. But though our worthy ancestors were thus singularly averse to giving dinners, yet they kept up the social bands of intimacy by occasional

banquetings, called tea-parties. 1 These fashionable parties were generally confined to the

higher classes, or noblesse, that is to say, such as kept their own cows, and drove their own wagons. The company commonly assembled at three o'clock, and went away. about six, unless it was in winter-time, when the fashionable hours were a little earlier, that the ladies might get home before dark. The tea-table was crowned with a

huge earthen dish, well stored with slices of fat pork, 5 fried brown, cut up into morsels, and swimming in gravy.

The company being seated round the genial board, and each furnished with a fork, evinced their dexterity in launching at the fattest pieces in this mighty dish — in

much the same manner as sailors harpoon porpoises at sea, 10 or our Indians spear salmon in the lakes. Sometimes the

table was graced with immense apple-pies, or saucers full of preserved peaches and pears; but it was always sure to boast an enormous dish of balls of sweetened dough, fried

in bog's fat, and called doughnuts, or olykoeks — a deli15 cious kind of cake, at present scarce known in this city, except in genuine Dutch families.

The tea was served out of a majestic delft tea-pot, ornamented with paintings of fat little Dutch shepherds and

shepherdesses tending pigs — with boats sailing in the air, 20 and houses built in the clouds, and sundry other ingen

ious Dutch fantasies. The beaux distinguished themselves by their adroitness in replenishing this pot from a huge copper tea-kettle, which would have made the pigmy maca

ronies of these degenerate days sweat merely to look at it. 25 To sweeten the beverage, a lump of sugar was laid beside

each cup- and the company alternately nibbled and sipped with great decorum, until an improvement was introduced by a shrewd and economic old lady, which was

to suspend a large lump directly over the tea-table, by a 30 string from the ceiling, so that it could be swung from

mouth to mouth — an ingenious expedient, which is still kept up by some families in Albany; but which prevails without exception in Communipaw, Bergen, Flatbush, and

all our uncontaminated Dutch villages. 35 At these primitive tea-parties the utmost propriety and

dignity of deportment prevailed. No flirting nor coquet

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