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14. So through the night rode Paul Revere ;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
LXXVII.-ALEXANDER THE GREAT, AND A
JOHN AIKIN. Alexander. What, art thou the Thracian robber, of whose exploits I have heard so much ?
Robber. I am a Thracian, and a soldier.
Alex. A soldier !-a thief, a plunderer, an assassin! the pest of the country ; I could honor thy courage, but I must detest and punish thy crimes.
Robber. What have I done, of which you can complain?
Alex. Hast thou not set at defiance my authority, violated the public peace, and passed thy life in injuring the persons and properties of thy fellow subjects ?
Robber. Alexander! I am your captive-I must hear what you please to say, and endure what you please to inflict. But my soul is unconquered ; and if I reply at all to your reproaches, I will reply like a free man.
Alex. Speak freely. Far be it from me to take the advantage of my power, to silence those with whom I deign to converse.
Robber. I must then answer your question by another. How have you passed your life?
Alex. Like a hero. Ask Fame, and she will tell you. Among the brave, I have been the bravest : among sovereigns, the noblest : among conquerors, the mightiest.
Robber. And does not Fame speak of me too? Was there ever a bolder captain of a more valiant band ? Was there ever- but I scorn to boast. You yourself know that I have not been easily subdued.
Alex. Still, what are you but a robber-a base, dishonest robber?
Robber. And what is a conqueror ? Have not you, too, gone about the earth like an evil genius, blasting the fair fruits of peace and industry ; plundering, ravaging, killing, without law, without justice, merely to gratify an insatiable lust for dominion ? All that I have done to a single district with a hundred followers, you have done to whole nations with a hundred thousand. If I have stripped individuals, you have ruined kings and princes. If I have burned a few hamlets, you have desolated the most flourishing kingdoms and cities of the earth. What is, then, the difference, but that as you were born a king, and I a private man, you have been able to become a mightier robber than I?
Alex. But if I have taken like a king, I have given like a king. If I have subverted empires, I have founded greater. I have cherished arts, commerce, and philosophy.
Robber. I, too, have freely given to the poor what I took from the rich. I have established order and discipline among the most ferocious of mankind, and have stretched out my protecting arm over the oppressed. I know, indeed, little of the philosophy you talk of, but I believe neither you nor I shall ever atone to the world for half the mischief we have done it.
Alcx. Leave me.—Take off his chains, and use him well. --Are we then so much alike? Alexander like a robber? Let me reflect.
1. “Move my arm-chair, faithful Pompey,
In the sunshine bright and strong,
ed I fain we more the breaking
*And I fain would hear the south wind
Bring once more the sound to me,
On the shores of Tennessee.
2. “Mournful though the ripples murmur,
As they still the story tell,
That I've loved so long and well,
Dreaming that again I see
Sailing up the Tennessee ;
3. “And, Pompey, while old Massa's waiting
For Death's last dispatch to come,
Should come proudly sailing home,
Voice and hand shall both be free
On the waves of Tennessee.”
4. “ Massa's berry kind to Pompey; .
But old darkey's happy here,
For dese many a long gone year.
No one tends her grave like me:
She used to love in Tennessee.
5. “ 'Pears like, she was watching Massa
If Pompey should beside him stay,
How for him she used to pray;
White as snow his soul would be,
While he lived in Tennessee."
6. Silently the tears were rolling
Down the poor old dusky face,
In his long accustomed place.
As they gazed on rock and tree
Of the rolling Tennessee ;
7. Master, dreaming of the battle
Where he fought by Marion's side,
Stoop his lordly crest of pride ;-
Once he held upon his knee,
Ralph Vervair of Tennessee.
8. Still the south wind fondly lingers
'Mid the veteran's silver hair;
Stands behind the old arm-chair,
Shading eyes, he bends to see
Turns aside the Tennessee.
9. Thus he watches cloud-born shadows
Glide from tree to mountain-crest,
To the river's yielding breast.
Something flutters wild and free!
The flag's come back to Tennessee !”
10. “Pompey, hold me on your shoulder,
Help me stand on foot once more,
As they pass my cabin door.
Here's the paper signed that frees you,
Give a freeman's shout with me-
Evermore in Tennessee !”
11. Then the trembling voice grew fainter,
And the limbs refused to stand ;
Glided to the better land.
Man and master both were free;
With the rippling Tennessee.
LXXIX.—THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM.
Old Kaspar's work was done,
Was sitting in the sun ;
2. She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll something large and round,
In playing there, had found.
3. Old Kaspar took it from the boy,
Who stood expectant by ;
And with a natural sigh,