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, humiliating 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 character 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 eventful career upon earth; and 25 thenceforward, till the hour when the trump of the archangel 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,” and “ 'Arcades," were written before he was thirty years old; "Paradise Lost," "Paradise Regained," and "Samson Agonistes " were all published after his fifty-ninth 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 tem 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, Thus wondrous fair! Thyself how wondrous then, 5 To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crownest the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. 5 Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climbest, And when high noon hast gained; and when thou fallest, Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise 10 From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, His praise, ye winds that from four quarters blow, 25 The earth and stately tread or lowly creep; To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, 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.] 1 AGAIN to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance; the first garden of Liberty's tree, The pale dying crescent is daunted, And we march that the footprints of Mahomet's slaves And the sword shall to glory restore us. 2 Ah! what though no succor advances, Nor Christendom's chivalrous lances Are stretched in our aid?-Be the combat our own! Or that, dying, our deaths shall be glorious. 3 A breath of submission we breathe not: The sword that we 've drawn we will sheathe not: If they rule, it shall be o'er our ashes and graves: And new triumphs on land are before us :— 4 This day shall ye blush for its story; Our women-Oh! say, shall they shriek in despair, If a coward there be who would slacken Till we've trampled the turban, and shown ourselves worth As heroes descended from heroes. 5 Old Greece lightens up with emotion ! Fanes rebuilt, and fair towns shall with jubilee ring, That were cold, and extinguished in sadness; Whilst our maidens shall dance with their white waving arms, Singing joy to the brave that delivered their charms, When the blood of yon Mussulman cravens Shall have crimsoned the beaks of our ravens ! CXXIII. — A PARENTAL ODE TO MY INFANT SON. (But stop first let me kiss away that tear)Thou tiny image of myself! (My love, he's poking peas into his ear)— Thou merry, laughing sprite! With spirits feather light, |