Where every grim basaltic cliff sings to the lashing spray, The monk his vessel made. But, ere he'd any time to think, And with a voice of magic tone Thus sang she, to an air well known: "I'm the fairest of Rhine's fairy daughters, Lurley-ety! Each peri that dwells 'neath its waters, Lurley-ety! Then come, love; oh come, love, with me, I thy own peri, Winkle, will be. Haste, haste to my home, I implore, Lurley-ety! And give up the cells of the St. Goar. Lurley-ety! Lurley-ety!-Now make up your mind, Lurley-ety-ety-y-y-y," The song had concluded, and hushed was the strain, As the notes died away In the noise of the spray, When Winkle, o'ercome, shouted, "Lurline! oh! stay! Midst the clash and the din Of the eddies ne'er ceasing to bubble and spin, Came Lurline to his side, And into the vortex her lovèd did guide: From the monk rent the air, As he whirl'd round and round like a thing at a fair; Plung'd after her victim, to meet him elsewhere. The waters clos'd over his head with a roar, And the young Father Winkle was heard of no more At least that I know of. My legend is o'er. Moral. Mistrust all short dresses, and jupes crinolines, Whether sported by Alma, Giselle, or Ondine; For, once caught by some bright-eyed Terpsichore's daughter, You won't very long keep your head above water. MARULLUS'S SPEECH TO THE MOB-IN JULIUS CESAR. Shakspeare. WHEREFORE rejoice? That Cæsar comes in triumph ? What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! And do you now put on your best attire? Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, LOGAN, THE MINGO CHIEF. I MAY challenge the whole orations of Demosthenes and Cicero, and of any more eminent orator (if Europe has furnished more eminent), to produce a single passage superior to the speech of Logan, a Mingo Chief, to Lord Dunmore, when governor of this State. And as a testimony of their talents in this line, I beg leave to introduce it, first stating the incidents necessary for understanding it. In the spring of the year 1774, a robbery was committed by some Indians on certain land adventurers on the river Ohio. The whites in that quarter, according to their custom, undertook to punish this outrage in a summary way. Captain Michael Cressop, and a certain Daniel Greathouse, leading on these parties, surprised, at different times, travelling and hunting parties of the Indians, having their women and children * Virginia. with them, and murdered many. Among these were, unfortunately, the family of Logan, a chief celebrated in peace and war, and long distinguished as a friend of the whites. This unworthy return provoked his vengeance. He accordingly signalized himself in the war which ensued. In the autumn of the same year, a decisive battle was fought at the mouth of the Great Kasihaway, between the collected forces of the Shawnese, Mingoes, and Delawares, and a detachment of the Virginia militia. The Indians were defeated, and sued for peace. Logan, however, disdained to be seen among the suppliants; but lest the sincerity of a treaty should be distrusted, from which so distinguished a chief absented himself, he sent, by a messenger, the following speech to be delivered to Lord Dunmore : "I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said-Logan is the friend of white men.' I had ever thought to have lived with you, but for the injuries of one man. Colonel Cressop, the last spring, in cold blood, and unprovoked, murdered all the relations of Logan-not even sparing my women and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many: I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beam of peace; but do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear: Logan never felt fear! -he will not turn on his heel to save his life. Who is there to mourn for Logan? No one." BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN. Campbell. ON Linden, when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Then shook the hills with thunder riven, But redder yet that light shall glow, 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Few, few shall part where many meet! THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA. Reginald Heber. For many a coal-black tribe, and caney spear, The parch'd and sinewy sons of Amalek; Deck'd in Behemoth's spoils, the tall Shangalla strode.- Saw ye how swift the scythèd chariots roll'd? Lo! these are they whom, lords of Afric's fates, Old Thebes has pour'd through all her hundred gates— Where, flush'd with power and vengeance, Pharaoh rode; Osiris' ark his swarthy wizards bore: And, still responsive to the trumpet's cry, The priestly sistrum murmur'd-" Victory!" Why swell these shouts, that rend the desert's gloom? On earth's last margin throng the weeping train, Their cloudy guide moves on-and must we swim the main? Mid the light spray their snorting camels stood, He comes!-their leader comes! The Man of God And onward treads; the circling waves retreat, Or dark to them, or cheerless came the night; Still in the van, along that dreadful road, Blazed broad and fierce the brandished torch of God; On the long mirror of the rosy wave; While its blest beams a sunlike heat supply, To them alone:-for Mizraim's wizard train Clouds heap'd on clouds their struggling sight confine, And range unconscious through the ocean's bed; Show'd his dread visage, lightning through the storm With withering splendour blasted all their might, And brake their chariot-wheels, and marr'd their coursers' flight. "Fly, Mizraim, fly!" The rav'nous floods they see, And, fiercer than the floods, the Deity! "Fly, Mizraim, fly!" From Edom's coral strand, O welcome came the morn, where Israel stood, M |