the dictatorship, and restored the monarchy. The sword effected both. Cromwell made one revolution; and Monk another. And what did the people of England gain by it? Nothing. Nothing. Absolutely nothing! The rights and liberties of Englishmen, as they now exist, were settled and established at the revolution in 1688. Now, mark the difference! By whom was that revolution begun and conducted ? Was it by soldiers? by military genius? by the sword? No! It was the work of statesmen and of eminent lawyers,-men never distinguished for military exploits. The faculty-the dormant faculty-may have existed. That is what no one can affirm or deny. But it would have been thought an absurd and extravagant thing to propose, in reliance upon this possible dormant faculty, that one of those eminent statesmen and lawyers should be sent, instead of the Duke of Marlborough, to command the English forces on the continent. Who achieved the freedom and the independence of this our own country? Washington effected much in the field; but where were the Franklins, the Adamses, the Hancocks, the Jeffersons, and the Lees,-the band of sages and patriots, whose memory we revere? They were assembled in council. The heart of the revolution beat in the Hall of Congress. There was the power which, beginning with appeals to the king and the British nation, at length made an irresistible appeal to the world, and consummated the revolution by the Declaration of Independence, which Washington established with their authority, and, bearing their commission, supported by arms. And what has this band of patriots, of sages, and of statesmen, given to us? Not what Cæsar gave to Rome; not what Cromwell gave to England, or Napoleon to France: they established for us the great principles of civil, political, and religious liberty, upon the strong foundations on which they have hitherto stood. There may have been military capacity in Congress; but can any one deny that it is to the wisdom of sages, Washington being one, we are indebted for the signal blessings we enjoy ? 2. CHAMOUNY.-S. T. Coleridge, B. 1770; d. 1834. How silently! Around thee and above, O dread and silent mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer, Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy, Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven! Thou, first and chief, sole sovereign of the vale! Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink— 3. CHAMOUNY.-Continued. And you, ye five wild torrents, fiercely glad! Who called you forth from night and utter death, From dark and icy caverns called you forth, Down those precipitous, black, jagged rocks, For ever shattered, and the same for ever? Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder, and eternal foam ? And who commanded,-and the silence came,"Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest ?" Ye ice-falls! ye, that, from the mountain's brow, Adown enormous ravines slope amain, Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Thou, too, hoar mount, with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene, Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears-- To rise before me-rise, O ever rise! Rise, like a cloud of incense, from the earth! Great hierarch, tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, 4. HYMN TO THE SEASONS.-Thomson. These, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER! these |