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weariness or sickness. If a mother, what an advantage to her offspring, to have before them, as they are growing up, a living model, in the person of one, whom they are led to reverence and love, of an accomplishment, which our schools, and academies, and colleges, find it so difficult to impart. This latter consideration, in my view, has immense weight; for our habits of pronunciation, speaking, and reading, are first formed, in childhood, and in the domestic circle; and being once formed, it is a task of extreme difficulty to alter them. But I must bring my remarks to a close; for I already owe, perhaps, too much to the patience of my hearers. I ask their indulgence, however, for a few minutes, while I allude to one other defect, and it appears to me, quite a prominent one in the education of females; it is, that their powers of conversation are not sufficiently cultivated.

Woman cannot plead at the bar, or preach in the pulpit, or thunder in the senate house. Yet her's is no trifling eloquence. Its power, though unostentatious in display, is mighty in result. In the retirement of her own family, in the circle of her friends and acquaintances, in the various intercourse of society, what a charm can woman spread around her; what a zest to every other enjoyment she can impart; what encouragement she can give to virtue, and what reproofs to vice; what aids she can afford to the cause of religion; in short, what an amount of good she can accomplish, and what an immense influence exert,--by her mere conversation,-Is it not, then, of vast importance, that her powers of conversation, should be cultivated, as a part of the course of her education, and not left, as they too often are, to take their whole character from the adventitious circumstances of life in which she may be placed? But you will inquire how is this to be made matter of instruction; must it not be the result, and the result only, of a young lady's intercourse with polished and intelligent society?-I think not. I would allow to such intercourse all the efficacy which it deserves, and doubtless this efficacy is great.-But I would go deeper than this; I would go father back, even to that period of life, when females are not yet considered old enough to mingle in promiscuous society, and especially to bear their part in the conversation of others, much their superiors in age and intelligence. I would have the mother, to all the extent in her power, and the instructress, as a part of her course of instruction, devote themselves to this great object,

Song of MAC MURROUGH-from Waverly.
Mist darkens the mountains, night darkens the vale,
But more dark is the sleep of the sons of the Gael:
A stranger commanded-it sunk on the land,
It has frozen each heart, and benum'd every hand!

The dirk and the target lie sordid with dust,
The bloodless claymore is but reddened with rust;
On the hill or the glen if a gun should appear,
It is only to war with the heath-cock or deer.

The deeds of our sires if our bards should rehearse,
Let a blush or a blow be the meed of their verse!
Be mute every string, and be hush'd every tone,
That shall bid us remember the fame that is flown.


But the dark hours of night and of slumber are past,
The morn on our mountains is dawning at last;
Glenaladale's peaks are illumin'd with the rays,
And the streams of Glenfinnan leap bright in the blaze.

O high-minded Moray!--the exiled-the dear!-
In the blush of the dawning the standard uprear,
Wide, wide on the winds of the north let it fly,
Like the sun's latest flash when the tempest is nigh!

Ye sons of the strong, when the dawning shall break,
Need the harp of the aged remind you to wake?
That dawn never beam'd on your forefathers' eye
But it rous'd each high chieftain to vanquish or die.

Awake on your hills, on your islands awake, Brave sons of the mountain, the frith, and the lake! "Tis the bugle-but not for the chase is the call; 'Tis the pibroch's shrill summous-but not to the hall.

'Tis the summons of heroes to conquest or death,
When the banners are blazing on mountain and heath;
They call to the dirk, the claymore, the targe,
To the march and the muster, the line and the charge.

Be the brand of each chieftain like Fin's in his ire!
May the blood through his veins flow like currents of fire!
Burst the base foreign yoke, as your sires did of yore,
Or die like your sires, and endure it no more!


The last beam of day from the west had departed,
And night's darkest canopy hung o'er the plain;
While through the deep gloom the wild meteor darted,
And shed its red glare o'er the field of the slain.
The camp-fires at intervals faintly were gleaming;
The storm's gloomy spirit moan'd loud from his cave;
The Carron's dark waters at distance were streaming,
And sigh'd as they mix'd with the blood of the brave.

By a moss cover'd rock lay his country's defender,
Asleep with his mantle form wrapt in his plaid,
He dream'd of a land that had none to befriend her,
If low in the dust her brave Wallace was laid!
He dream'd of companions in peril, in danger,
Now stretch'd on the wild heath and stiff'ning in gore,
Who fought by his side in the land of the stranger,
And died to defend him by Carron's lone shore !

He dream'd that he saw deeply pictur'd before him,
His own cruel fate in the land of the slave,

But he dream'd that the banner of glory wav'd o'er him,
That the tears of his country would hallow his grave.
He started-awoke-drew his falchion-'twas gory;
He raised high to heaven his arm and his eye,
And swore to pursue the path onward to glory;
For dear Caledonia to conquer or die.


O! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,

What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight

O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ; O! say, does that Star-spangled Banner yet wave, O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,

Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses ?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream.

'Tis the Star-spangled Banner, O! long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore

That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more:

Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave,
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,

And the Star-spangled Banner in triumph doth wave,
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

O! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,

Between their lov'd home, and the war's desolation,
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heaven-rescu'd land,

Praise the Power that hath made and preserv'd us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto-" In God is our trust 19

And the Star-spangled Banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave,

Extract from Mr. PLUNKET'S Speech on the right or pow er of the Irish Parliament to enact a Legislative Union,

Let me again ask you, how was the rebellion of 1798 put down? By the zeal and loyalty of the gentlemen of Ireland rallying round-what? a reed shaken by the winds, a wretched apology for a minister, who neither knew how to give or when to seek protection! No-but round the laws and consti tution, and independence of the country. What were the affec tions and motives that called us into action? To protect our families, our properties and our liberties. What were the antipathies by which we were excited? Our abhorrence of French principles and French ambition. What was it to us that France was a republic? I rather rejoiced when I saw the ancient despotism of France put down. What was it to us that she dethroned the monarch? I admired the virtues and wept for the sufferings of the man, but as a nation it affected us not. The reason I took up arms, and am ready still to bear them against France, is because she intruded herself upon our domestic concerns because, with the rights of man and the love of

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freedom on her tongue, I see that she has the lust of dominion in her heart-because, wherever she has placed her foot, she has erected her throne, and that to be her friend or her ally is to be her tributary or her slave. Let me ask, is the present conduct of the British ministry calculated to augment or to transfer that antipathy? No, sir, I will be bold to say, that licentious and impious France, in all the unrestrained excesses which anarchy and atheism have given birth to, has not committed a more insidious act against her enemy, than is now attempted by the professed champion of civilized Europe against a friend and an ally in the hour of her calamity and distress at a moment when our country is filled with British troops-when the loyal men of Ireland are fatigued with their exertions to put down rebellion-efforts in which they had succeeded before these troops arrived-whilst our habeas corpus act is suspended-whilst trials by court martial are carrying on in many parts of the kingdom-whilst the people are taught to think that they have no right to meet or to deliberate, and whilst the great body of them are so palsied by their fears, and worn down by their exertions, that even the vital question is scarcely able to rouse them from their lethargy-at the moment when we are distracted by domestic dissentions-dissentions artfully kept alive as the pretext for our present subjugation and the instrument of our future thraldom. Sir, I thank the administration for this measure. They are, without intending it, putting an end to our dissentions-through this black cloud which they have collected over us, I see the light breaking in upon this unfortunate country. They have composed our dissentions-not by fomenting the embers of a lingering and subdued rebellion-not by hallooing the Protestant against the Catholic, and the Catholic agaist the Protestant-not by committing the north against the south-not by inconstant appeals to local or to party prejudices-No-but by the avowal of this atrocious conspiracy against the liberties of Ireland, they have subdued every petty and subordinate distinction. They have united every rank and description of men by the pressure of this grand and momentous subject, and I tell them, that they will see every honest and independent man in Ireland rally round her constitution, and merge every other consideration in his opposition to this ungenerous and odious measure. For my own part, I will resist it to the last gasp of my existence, and with the last drop of my blood, and when I feel the hour of my dissolution approaching, I will, like the father of Hannibal, take my children to the altar, and swear them to eternal hostility against the invaders of the country's freedom. Sir, I

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