From my wings are shaken the dews that waken

The sweet birds every one,

When rocked to rest on their mother's breast
As she dances about the sun;

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

2. I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast ;
And all the night 'tis my pillow white,

While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers,
Lightning, my pilot, sits;

In a cavern under is fettered the thunder:
It struggles and howls at fits.

Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,

Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;

Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,

Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,

The spirit he loves remains;

And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

3. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,

Leaps on the back of my sailing rack
When the morning star shines dead,

As on the jag of a mountain-crag

Which an earthquake rocks and swings,

An eagle alit one moment may sit

In the light of its golden wings.

And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,

Its ardors of rest and of love,

And the crimson pall of eve may fall

From the depth of heaven above,

With wings folded I rest on mine airy nest,
As still as a brooding dove.

4. That orbéd maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the moon,

Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn ;

And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,

May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;

And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,

Like a swarm of golden bees,

When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,

Till the calm river, lakes, and seas,

Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.

5. I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone,
And the moon's with a girdle of pearl;
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim,
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,

Over a torrent sea,

Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof:

The mountains its columns be.

The triumphal arch through which I march,
With hurricane, fire, and snow,

When the powers of the air are chained to my chair,
Is the million-colored bow;

The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,

While the moist earth was laughing below.
I am the daughter of earth and water,

And the nursling of the sky :

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.

DEFINITIONS.-2. Ġē'ni ī, good or evil spirits. 3. Săn'guine (gwin), having the color of blood; red. Mē ́te or, a transient fiery or luminous appearance seen in the air or higher up. Jağ, a ragged point. A lit', alighted. 4. Woof, the threads that cross the warp in weaving. Peer, peep. 5. Sphere'-fire, the sun.

59.-AMERICAN ORATORY.

HAYNE.

ROBERT YOUNG HAYNE was born in the parish of St. Paul, South Carolina, November 10, 1791. He received but a limited education. He commenced to study law when only seventeen, and was admitted to the bar in 1812. He was elected to the State Legislature in 1814, and in 1823 was sent to the United States Senate, where he served for many years, and where he was distinguished for his administrative abilities and for his eloquent speeches opposing a protective tariff. He also contributed numerous articles to The Southern Review on various important topics of the time. He died in 1840.

1. WHAT, sir, was the conduct of the South during the Revolution? Sir, I honor New England for her conduct in that glorious struggle; but, great as is the praise which belongs to her, I think at least equal honor is due to the South. They espoused the quarrel of their brethren with a generous zeal which did not suffer them to stop to calculate their interest in the dispute. Favorites of the

mother-country, possessed of neither ships nor seamen to create a commercial rivalship, they might have found in their situation a guarantee that their trade would be forever fostered and protected by Great Britain. But, trampling on all considerations either of interest or safety, they rushed into the conflict; and, fighting for principle, they periled all in the sacred cause of freedom.

2. Never was there exhibited in the history of the world higher examples of noble daring, dreadful suffering, and heroic endurance than by the Whigs of Carolina during the Revolution. The whole State, from the mountains to the sea, was overrun by an overwhelming force of the enemy. The fruits of industry perished on the spot where they were produced, or were consumed by the foe. The "plains of Carolina" drank up the most precious blood of her citizens. Black and smoking ruins marked the places which had been the habitations of her children. Driven from their homes into the gloomy and almost impenetrable swamps, even there the spirit of liberty survived; and South Carolina-sustained by the example of her Sumters and her Marions-proved by her conduct that, though her soil might be overrun, the spirit of her people was invincible.

CALHOUN.

JOHN CALDWELL CALHOUN was born at Abbeville, South Carolina, March 18, 1782. He received his education at Yale College. He afterward studied law, and so distinguished himself that in 1811 he was sent to Congress. In 1817 he was made Secretary of War under President Monroe, and managed his office with great ability. In 1824, and again in 1828, he was elected Vice-President of the United States. In the words of Webster," he was a man of undoubted genius and of commanding talent." He died at Washington, March 31, 1850.

3. THE gentleman from Virginia is at a loss to account for what he calls our hatred to England. He asks, How

can we hate the country of Locke, of Newton, Hampden, and Chatham,—a country having the same language and customs with ourselves, and descending from a common ancestry? Sir, the laws of human affection are steady and uniform. If we have so much to attach us to that country, potent indeed must be the cause which has overpowered it. Yes, there is a cause strong enough,-not in that occult courtly affection which he has supposed to be entertained for France, but it is to be found in continued and unprovoked insult and injury,-a cause so manifest that the gentleman from Virginia had to exert much ingenuity to overlook it. But the gentleman, in his eager admiration of that country, has not been sufficiently guarded in his argument. Has he reflected on the cause of that admiration? Has he examined the reasons of our high regard for her Chatham? It is his ardent patriotism, the heroic courage of his mind, that could not brook the least insult or injury offered to his country, but thought that her interest and honor ought to be vindicated at every hazard and expense. I hope, when we are called upon to admire, we shall also be asked to imitate. I hope the gentleman does not wish a monopoly of those great virtues for England.

WEBSTER.

DANIEL WEBSTER was born at Salisbury, New Hampshire, January 18, 1782. He received his early education at home; later on, he spent some months at Phillips Academy, Exeter, and went from there to Dartmouth College, where he graduated in 1801. He then studied law, and was admitted to the bar in 1805. In 1813 he was sent to Congress, where he made his first speech,-in regard to the Berlin and Milan Decrees of Napoleon. He showed great wisdom and knowledge on financial questions, and commanded the attention of Congress whenever he spoke. "His range of information was so vast, his observation so acute and accurate, his memory so retentive, his command of language so great," that he may justly be considered the greatest orator America has ever produced. He died October 24, 1852.