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While the same sunbeam shines upon
'Twas when the golden orb had set,
Her harbinger of glory near!
MILITARY SUPREMACY DANGEROUS TO
ECALL to your recollection the free nations which have gone
before us. Where are they now? “Gone glimmering through the dream of things that were,
A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an hour.” And how have they lost their liberties? If we could transport ourselves to the ages when Greece and Rome flourished in their greatest prosperity, and, mingling in the throng, should ask a Grecian if he did not fear that
some daring military chieftain covered with glory some Philip or Alexander-would one day overthrow the liberties of his country, the confident and indignant Grecian would exclaim, “No! no! we have nothing to fear from our heroes ; our liberties will be eternal.” If a Roman citizen had been asked if he did not fear that the conqueror of Gaul might establish a throne upon the ruins of public liberty, he would have instantly repelled the unjust insinuation. Yet Greece fell ; Cæsar passed the Rubicon, and the patriotic arm even of Brutus could not preserve the liberties of his devoted country.
We are fighting a great moral battle, for the benefit, not only of our country, but of all mankind. The eyes of the whole world are in fixed attention upon us. One, and the largest portion of it, is gazing with contempt, with jealousy, and with envy; the other portion, with hope, with confidence, and with affection. Everywhere the black cloud of Legitimacy is suspended over the world, save only one bright spot, which breaks out from the political hemisphere of the West, to enlighten, and animate, and gladden the human heart. Observe that, by the downfall of liberty here, all mankind are enshrouded in a pall of universal darkness. belongs the high privilege of transmitting, unimpaired, to posterity, the fair character and liberty of our country. Do you expect to execute this high trust by trampling or suffering to be trampled down, law, justice, the Constitution, and the rights of the people ? by exhibiting examples of inhumanity, and cruelty, and ambition ? Beware how you give a fatal sanction, in this infant period of our Republic, scarcely yet two-score years old, to military insubordination. Remember that Greece had her Alexander, Rome her Cæsar, England her
Cromwell, France her Bonaparte, and that, if we would escape the rock on which they split, we must avoid their
A MITHER'S KNEE.
T mither's knee I waitin' stood,
Wi' fingers link'd behind me,
That hour they seldom faund me;
Wi’ lo’e-lit e'e, a' droopin'-
In memory's halie groupin'!
Her han’ she placed upon my heid;
Hoo aften I've caressed it!
Hoo aft wi' tears ha'e blessed it!
Hoo He lay in the manger:
And mapped out ilka danger.
A roguish, rompin' bairn was I,
Wi, een deep-set, blue-blinkin',
An' had a way o' thinkin';
Adoon my cheek fast trickle-
He has o' joys sic mickle.
She never thought her wark was gran',
Nor bruited it, nor tauld it ;
Our bairnheid life to mould it;
Ower whilk she stretch'd lo'e's scepter ;
Hopefu' through a' this kept her.
For, like the sources o' the burn,
Frae rocks an' trees doon-drappin',
Still oot they maun be crappin',
The wise things taught i' college ;
That ither bairnheid knowledge !
THE FINDING OF THE CROSS.
For Missionary Meetings.
ISTEN! I will tell a legend of a land beyond the
sea ; Listen! I will tell a legend, strange, and strangely sweet
Of the days of superstition, when the hearts of men were
led From the Saviour's dying sorrow, to the cross whereon
He bled; When they worshiped less the Saviour, than the cross
on which He died ; When they held aloft a symbol, till the type was glorified.
But the cross they counted sacred-so the weird tradi
Vanished from sight of mortals, how or wherefore, none
could know. So they journeyed late and early, hoping they might find
again, Raise, and hold it up forever, in the sight of doubting men. Watchers waited on each summit, on each towering
mountain height, For the signal which should tell them that the cross was
brought to light. Long and far the pilgrims journeyed, long they sought
in patient trust, Till at last they found their object, rudely trampled in
the dust. Lo! a sudden cry of gladness over plain and valley
rung, And a chorus of thanksgiving for the sacred cross was
sung ; On the nearest mountain summit soon a fire was all
aglow, Blazing forth the joyful tidings to the waiting hearts
below. Watchers on another mountain saw the fire that burned
afar, Shining through the dark and distance like a glory
giving star. So they quickly gathered fagots, lit them up, and sent
the word To another group of watchers, till the hearts of men were
stirred. And from summit unto summit thus the signals passed