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Show ~72 Tilt: UD!:RTY IH:LL. head ! He bore all this, and dieU because he was not nominated! And this was the "grnnclest growth of our soil and institutions," this the noblest heart that our Christian republic can offer to the world for a place beside the Pbocions and the Hampdens, the Jays and the Fayettes! Pericles consoled his death-bed with the thought that he never caused a Greek to wear mourning. Not poppy, nor mandragora, nor all the drowsy syrups of tho world could have medicined our Pericles to that sweet sleep,-he who clung with so much tenacity to birthplace and homestead, and bowed in such agony 0\'Cr a daughter's death~bcd, -had he remembered the many homes one ruthless act of his selfish ambition had made desolate, and the hundreds of children it had made orphans. Nortbnmptou, Noveu1bcr 10, 1852. LIN.ES. 273 Einta WHITTEN AI/TER A WlNTl:R OF SE\'EUE STOUMS. WE shrink before the rushing storm, And dread its giant powers, And tremble at the fearful form As on our path it lowers. ' We start, to hear appalling tales, Repeated o'er and o'er, Of the disastrous wintry gales, Which strew with wrecks our shore. Yet safe within our quiet homes, Wo catch but a faint breath, As o'er tho wild, dark wave, there comes, The stormy voice of death. |
