The roman orator had the population
of a city for liis audience, but the Ameri
can orator has a nation of his countrymen
proclaiming the preceptor of morality
yet the Press bears every word which he
utters in the Capitol from the Atlantic
cities to the Floridas. The merchant of
New York reads the speech when reeling
on his luxurious couch, after the business
of the day; and the hunter of the Rocky
Mountains can peruse it by the light of the
pine torch. Yes, even in the rude hut of
the trappef, when the bleak snows arc
lying around and the loud night blast
wails above the lonely dwelling, the
thoughts of the" American orator are felt.
Let him remember his responsibility, and
weigh all that he utters He is speaking
to sixteen millions of freemen
From Blackwood's Magazine,
LOVE'S WITXE09.
'When I was in thy chamber,
Alone, my love with thee,
Night cast it shadows round us,
And none was there to see;
The very breeze was lying
Asleep within the tree;
Then who could tell, or who reveal,
This cruel tale to me!"
"The lady moon was peeping,
And watch'd us through the tree;
A little star shot downwards,
And told it to the sea;
A sailor caught the whisper,
Who bore no love to me,
And sang before a maiden's door,
This wicked tale of thee."
Funeral Ccrrmonies of the Arab.
