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republic, and a monarchy surrounded by republican institutions. Upon this subject there is among us no diversity of opinion ; and if it should take the people of France
another half century of internal and external war, of daz5 zling and delusive glories, of unparalleled triumphs, hu
miliating reverses, and bitter disappointments, to settle it to their satisfaction, the ultimate result can only bring them to the point where we have stood from the day of the
Declaration of Independence, to the point where Lafayette 10 would have brought them, and to which he looked as a
consummation devoutly to be wished. Then, and then only, will be the time when the character of Lafayette will be appreciated at its true value throughout the civilized
world. 15 When the principle of hereditary dominion shall be
extinguished in all the institutions of France ; when government shall no longer be considered as property transmissible from sire to son, but as a trust committed for a
limited time, and then to return to the people whence it 20 came, — then will be the time for contemplating the char
acter of Lafayette, not merely in the events of his life, but in the full development of his intellectual conceptions, of his fervent aspirations, of the labors and perils and sacri.
fices of his long and eventfui career upon earth ; and 25 thenceforward, till the hour when the trump of the arch
angel shall sound to announce that time shall be no more, the name of Lafayette shall stand enrolled upon the annals of our race, high on the list of the pure and disinterested benefactors of mankind.
CXXI. — HYMN OF PRAISE BY ADAM AND EVE.
MILTON. [JOHN MILTON was born in London, December 9, 1608, and died November 8, 1674. His is one of the greatest names in all literature; and of course it would be impossible in the compass of a brief notice like this to point out, except in the most cursory manner, the elements of his intellectual supremacy. His Comus,"" Lycidas," " L'Allegro," "Il Penseroso, were written before he was thirty years old; “ Paradise Lost," " Paradise Regained,” and “Samson Agonistes” were all published after his fifty-nintha year, and many years after he had been totally blind. His prose works were the growth of the intermediate period.
Milton's early poetry is full of morning freshness, and the spirit of unworn youth; the “Paradise Lost” is characterized by the highest sublimity, the most various learning, and the noblest pictures; and the “ Paradise Regained" and “Samson Agonistes” have a serene and solemn grandeur, deepening in the latter into austerity; while all are marked by imaginative power, purity, and elevation of tone, and the finest harmony of verse.
His prose works, which are partly in Latin and partly in English, were for the most part called forth by the ecclesiastical and political controversies of the stormy period in which he lived. They are vigorons and eloquent in style, and abound in passages of the highest beauty and loftiest tone of sentiment.
Milton's character is hardly less worthy of admiration than his genius. Spotless in morals; simple in his tastes; of ardent piety; bearing with cheerfulness the burdens of blindness, poverty, and neglect; bending his genius to the humblest duties,- he presents an exalted model of excellence, in which we can find nothing to qualify our reverence, except a certain severity of tems per, and perhaps a somewhat impatient and intolerant spirit.
The following passage is from the fifth book of “Paradise Lost."
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Unspeakable! who sittest above these heavens, 5 To us invisible, or dimly seen
In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Angels ; for ye behold him, and with songs 10 And choral symphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven,
If better thou belong not to the dawn,
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Acknowledge him thy greater; sound his praise
Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise
Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers, 15 Rising or falling, still advance his praise.
His praise, ye winds that from four quarters blow,
Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow,
Join voices, all ye living souls; ye birds,
Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk
Witness if I be silent, morn or even,
Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still 30 To give us only good; and if the night
Have gathered aught of evil or concealed,
CXXII. — SONG OF THE GREEKS.
CAMPBELL. These stirring lines were written while the struggle between the Grecks and Turks was going on, which ended in the establishment of Greece as an independent kingdom.]
Again to the battle, Achaians !
Ah! what though no succor advances,
A breath of submission we breathe not:
And new triumphs on land are before us :-
4. This day — shall ye blush for its story;
Or brighten your lives with its glory ? -
Old Greece lightens up with emotion !
Singing joy to the brave that delivered their charnas, —
CXXIII. – A PARENTAL ODE TO MY INFANT SON.
Thou tiny image of myself!
Thou merry, laughing sprite !