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And earth puts on its rudest frown;
That drove them from their own fair land,
With streaming eye, yet steadfast heart,
And burst each tender tie;
In peaceful age to die;
Their fathers' hallowed graves;
Beyond a world of waves.
Signs from on high the wanderers led;
A fearful path they trod,
And dared a fearful doom;
And find a quiet tomb.
On yonder ice-bound rock,
To meet fate's rudest shock.
With him the waste who trod-
The Christian turns to God!
4 In grateful adoration now,
Upon the barren sands they bow.
As waits to crown that feeble hour?
There falls the iron from the soul;
Up to the King of kings!
The dreaming nations shall awake,
Pontiff and prince, your sway
Must crumble from that day;
The hand is raised, the pledge is given-
Of days and deeds to reverence dear;
On kingdoms built
In blood and guilt,
But what exploit with theirs shall page,
Who rose to bless their kind;
Man's spirit to unbind?
Who boundless seas passed o'er,
To dedicate a shore,
Duty of Literary men to their Country.—GRIMKE.
We cannot honor our country with too deep a reverence; we cannot love her with an affection, too pure and fervent; we cannot serve her with an energy of
purpose or a faithfulness of zeal, too steadfast and ar5 dent. And what is our country? It is not the East, with
her hills and her valleys, with her countless sails, and the rocky ramparts of her shores. It is not the North, with her thousand villages, and her harvest-home, with her
frontiers of the lake and the ocean. It is not the 10 West, with her forest-sea and her inland-isles, with her
luxuriant' expanses, clothed in the verdant corn, with her beautiful Ohio, and her majestic Missouri. Nor is it yet the South, opulent in the mimic snow of the cot
ton, in the rich plantations of the rustling cane, and 15 in the golden robes of the rice-field. What are these
but the sister families of one greater, better, holier family, our COUNTRY? I come not here to speak the dialect, or to give the counsels of the patriot-states
But I come, a patriot-scholar, to vindicate the 20 rights, and to plead for the interests of American Lite
rature. And be assured, that we cannot, as patriotscholars, think too highly of that country, or sacrifice too much for her. And let us never forget, let us
rather remember with a religious awe, that the union 25 of these States is indispensable to our Literature, as
it is to our national independence and civil liberties, to our prosperity, happiness, and improvement. If, indeed, we desire to behold a Literature like that, which
has sculptured, with such energy of expression, which 30 has painted so faithfully and vividly, the crimes, the
vices, the follies of ancient and modern Europe: if we desire that our land should furnish for the orator and the novelist, for the painter and the poet, age
after age, the wild and romantic scenery of war; the 35 glittering march of armies, and the revelry of the
camp; the shrieks and blasphemies, and all the horrors of the battle field; the desolation of the harvest, and the
burning cottage; the storm, the sack, and the ruin of 40 cities: If we desire to unchain the furious passions of
jealousy and selfishness, of hatred, revenge and ambition, those lions, that now sleep harmless in their den: If we desire, that the lake, the river, the ocean, should blush
with the blood of brothers; that the winds should waft 45 from the land to the sea, from the sea to the land, the
roar and the smoke of battle; that the very mountaintops should become altars for the sacrifice of brothers; if we desire that these, and such as these—the elements
to an incredible extent, of the Literature of the old 50 world—should be the elements of our Literature, then,
but then only, let us hurl from its pedestal the majestic statue of our union, and scatter its fragments over all our land. But, if we covet for our country the noblest,
purest, loveliest Literature, the world has ever seen, such 55 a Literature as shall honor God, and bless Mankind; a
Literature, whose smiles might play upon an Angel's face, whose tears “would not stain an Angel's cheek;" then let us cling to the union of these States, with a pat
riot's love, with a scholar's enthusiasm, with a chris60 tian's hope. In her heavenly character, as a holocaust
self-sacrificed to God; at the height of her glory, as the ornament of a free, educated, peaceful, christian people, American Literature will find that THE INTELLECTUAL
SPIRIT IS HER VERY TREE OF LIFE, AND THAT UNION, 65 HER GARDEN OF PARADISE.
EXERCISE 78. Eulogy on Adams and Jefferson.-Wirt. Such was the state of things under which the Congress of 1776 assembled, when Adams and Jefferson again met. It was, as you know, in this Congress, that
the question of American Independence came, for the 5 first time, to be discussed; and never, certainly, has a
more momentous question been discussed in any age or in any country; for, it was fraught, not only with the destinies of this wide extended continent, but as the
event has shown, and is still showing, with the destinies 10 of man all over the world,
Amid this appalling array that surrounded them, the first to enter the breach, sword in hand, was John Adams—the vision of his youth at his heart, and his coun
try in every nerve. On the sixth of May, he offered, in 15 committee of the whole, the significant resolution, that
the colonies should form governments independent of the crown. This was the harbinger of more important measures, and seems to have been put forward to feel
the pulse of the House. The resolution, after a severa 20 struggle, was adopted on the 15th of May following.
On the 7th of June, by previous concert, Richard Henry Lee moved the great resolution of Independence, and was seconded by John Adams; and “then came
the tug of war.” The debate upon it was continued 25 from the 7th to the 10th, when the further consideration
of it was postponed to the 1st of July, and at the same time a committee of five was appointed to prepare, provisionally, a draught of a Declaration of Independence.
At the head of this important committee, which was then 30 appointed by a vote of the House, although he was proba
bly the youngest member, and one of the youngest men in the House, for he had served only part of the former session, and was but thirty-two years of age, stands the
name of Thomas Jefferson-Mr. Adams stands next. 35 And these two gentlemen, having been deputed a sub
committee to prepare the draught, that draught, at Mr. Adams's earnest importunity, was prepared by his more youthful friend. Of this transaction Mr. Adams is him
self the historian, and the authorship of the Declaration, 40 though once disputed, is thus placed forever beyond the reach of question.
The final debate on the resolution was postponed as we have seen, for nearly a month. In the meantime,
all who are conversant with the course of action of all 45 deliberative bodies, know how much is done by conver
sation among the members. It is not often, indeed, that proselytes are made on great questions by public debate. On such questions, opinions are far more frequently
formed in private, and so formed, that debate is seldom 50 known to change them. Hence the value of the out-of
door talent of chamber consultation, where objections, candidly stated, are candidly, calmly, and mildly discussed; where neither pride, nor shame, nor anger take