Marched armies o'er thy tomb with thundering tread, And shook the pyramids with fear and wonder, 9 If the tomb's secrets may not be confessed, The nature of thy private life unfold: : A heart has throbbed beneath that leathern breast, Imperishable type of evanescence! Posthumous man, who quitt'st thy narrow bed, 11 Why should this worthless tegument endure, O, let us keep the soul embalmed and pure 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. †These are the names of Egyptian deities. Wake! wake! the old soil where our warriors repose, Their pines murmur song where bright blood hath been shed And shout ye, "Castile! to the rescue for Spain ! " 1 CAMPBELL. 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? 2 Is 't death to fall for Freedom's right? What can alone ennoble fight? A noble cause! 3 Give that! and welcome War to brace Her drums and rend Heaven's reeking space! The charging cheer, Though Death's pale horse iead on the chase, 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, 5 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. 6 To incantations dost thou trust, That men can bless one pile of dust 7 The ticking wood-worm mocks thee, man! Thy faith, that bigots dare not ban- 8 Its roof star-pictured Nature's ceiling, Make music, though unheard their pealing 0 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 10 And in your harmony sublime I read the doom of distant time; And reason on his mortal clime Immortal dawn. 11 What's hallowed ground? 'T is what gives birth And your high priesthood shall make earth 10 II — FASHIONABLE PARTIES IN NEW NETH ERLANDS. 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 disapprobation 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. 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 hog's fat, and called doughnuts, or olykocks-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 ingenious 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 macaronies 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 |