were by stealth, erected to him that modest memorial. Around him he would see, at whatever hour of the day he might enter, solitary worshippers, who gently come in through the ever-unclosed brazen portals, to keep watch, like the lamp which sheds its mild light upon them, before the altar of God. And I fancy it would be no difficult task, with these objects before us, to expound and fully develop to him the Christian faith : the life of our Redeemer, beginning with his birth from a virgin, to his death upon a cross; the testimony to his doctrine, and the power which accompanied it, exhibited in the triumph of the first among his martyrs: the humble and modest virtue his teaching inspired to his followers, their contempt of worldly praise, and the fixing of their hopes upon a better world; the constant and daily influence his religion exercises amongst its believers, whom it sweetly invites and draws to breathe a solitary prayer, amidst the turmoils of a busy life.

And methinks this ancient heathen would have an idea of a religion immensely different from that which he had professed the religion of the meek and of the humble, of the persecuted and the modest, of the devout and the chaste. I believe, too, that by seeing the substitution of symbol for symbol of the cross, for the badge of ignominy; with its unresisting Victim, for the haughty thunderer; of the chastest of virgins, for the lascivious Venus; of the forgiving Stephen for the avenging god of war he would thereby conceive a livelier idea of the overthrow of his idolatry by the mildest of doctrines; of the substitution of Christianity for heathenism, than if the temple had been merely stripped, and left a naked hall, or a tottering ruin.

For I think that the ark of God, standing in the very temple of Dagon, with the idol at its side, broken and

so maimed that it might no longer be made to stand upon its pedestal, would convey a stronger and prouder demonstration of the superiority of the Law to the religion of Syria, than when concealed in silence behind the curtain of the sanctuary.

Questions:- Define "symbolism," "solitary worshippers; " and then resume second paragraph, showing how a Catholic church recalis the chief events in the life of our divine Lord. Or, write the death scene of "forgiving Stephen," and name an Apostle there converted through St. Stephen's prayer. What did St. Ambrose say to Monica about the fruit her prayer would bear for her hesitating son Augustine?

SPEECH OF LORD CHATHAM ON THE AMERCAN WAR.

CANNOT, my lords, I will not, join in congratulation

on misfortune and disgrace. This, my lords, is a perilous and tremendous moment. It is not a time for adulation: the smoothness of flattery cannot save us in this rugged and awful crisis. It is now necessary to instruct the throne in the language of truth. We must, if possible, dispel the delusion and darkness which envelop it, and display, in its full danger and genuine colors, the ruin which is brought to our doors. Can ministers still presume to expect support in their infatuation? Can Parliament be so dead to its dignity and duty, as to give its support to measures thus obtruded and forced upon it? Measures, my lords, which have reduced this late flourishing empire to scorn and

contempt! "But yesterday, and Britain might have stood against the world; now, none so poor as to do her reverence." The people, whom we at first despised as rebels, but whom we now acknowledge as enemies, are abetted against us, supplied with every military store, have their interest consulted, and their ambassadors entertained, by our inveterate enemy, and ministers do not, and dare not, interpose with dignity or effect. The desperate state of our army abroad is in part known. No man more highly esteems and honors the British troops than I do; I know their virtues and their valor; I know they can achieve anything, but impossibilities; and I know that the conquest of British America is an utter impossibility. You cannot, my lords, you cannot conquer America. What is your present situation there? We do not know the worst; but we know that in three campaigns we have done nothing, and suffered much. You may swell every expense, accumulate every assistance, and extend your traffic to the shambles of every German despot: your attempts will be for ever vain and impotent- doubly so, indeed, from this mercenary aid on which you rely; for it irritates, to an incurable resentment, the minds of your adversaries, to overrun them with mercenary sons of rapine and plunder, devoting them and their possessions to the rapacity of hireling cruelty. If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms - never, nover,

never!

But, my lords, who is the man that, in addition to the disgraces and mischiefs of war, has dared to authorize and associate to our arms the tomahawk and scalpingknife of the savage?-to call into civilized alliance, the wild and inhuman inhabitant of the woods?-to

delegate to the merciless Indian the defence of disputed rights, and to wage the horrors of his barbarous war against our brethren? My lords, these enormities cry aloud for redress and punishment. But, my lords, this barbarous measure has been defended, not only on the principles of policy and necessity, but also on those of morality; "for it is perfectly allowable," says Lord Suffolk, "to use all the means which God and nature have put into our hands." I am astonished, I am shocked, to hear such principles confessed; to hear them avowed in this house, or in this country. My lords, I did not intend to encroach so much on your attention, but I cannot repress my indignation-I feel myself impelled to speak. My lords, we are called upon as members of this house, as men, as Christians, to protest against such horrible barbarity! "That God and nature have put into our hands!" What ideas of God and nature that noble lord may entertain, I know not; but I know, that such detestable principles are equally abhorrent to religion and humanity. What! to attribute the sacred sanction of God and nature to the massacres of.the Indian scalping-knife! to the cannibal savage, torturing, murdering, devouring, drinking the blood of his mangled victims! Such notions shock every precept of morality, every feeling of humanity, every sentiment of honor. These abominable principles, and this more abominable avowal of them, demand the most decisive indignation.

I call upon the spirit and humanity of my country, to vindicate the national character. I invoke the genius of the Constitution. To send forth the merciless cannibal, thirsting for blood! against whom? Our brethren! To lay waste their country, to desolate their dwellings, and extirpate their race and name by the

instrumentality of these horrible hounds of war! I solemnly call upon your lordships and upon every order of men in the state, to stamp upon this infamous procedure the indelible stigma of public abhorrence.

Questions: What is it to join in congratulation? What is meant by "instructing the throne"? Name three prophets who thus instructed the throne. What is here meant by ministers? When are ministers of state infatuated? Name three ministers or kings who shared such infatuation and suffered for it. When is a parliament “dead to duty?” Name some parliament that was dead to duty in England, France or America. What body in the United States corresponds with the English Parliament? What is a foreign troop? Write the following sentence in four ways:

"If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I would never lay down my arms never, never, never!"

Thomas Moore (1779-1852) was a native of Dublin. The “Irish Melodies," undoubtedly his best production, have made the traditions, the trials, the patriotism, the hopes and the beauty of his native land famous the world over. In melody and neatness of versification, in clear and apt diction, in vigor and sprightliness, they have seldom been surpassed. "Lalla Rookh," his most ambitious work, is an Oriental love-tale, marked by great splendor of imagination, luxuriance of description and voluptuousness of sentiment. The decline in Moore's once great popularity is owing to lack of real poetic depth of sentiment, and to the evidence that his verse comes oftener from the head and the wit, than from the heart.

THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet

THERE

As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

O, the last rays of feeling and life must depart,

Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.