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"I love you—yes, I love you, my hus- tion was the more strongly directed to this band." point by the consideration that the enemies When did you know? When did you with whom they had to deal were the Latremember?" ines-people who used the same language, and who had the same manners, the same kind of arms, and, what was more than all, the same military institutions, as themselves, who had been intermixed with them in the same arinies, often in the same companies, soldiers with soldiers, centurions with centurions, tribunes with tribunes, as comrades and colleagues. Lest, in consequence of this, the soldiers might be betrayed into any mistake, the consuls issued orders that no person should fight with any of the enemy except in his post.

For a moment she answered not. She broke from my embrace, then, opening the bosom of her dress, drew forth a blue ribbon which hung round her neck. Upon it were threaded the two rings. They seemed to sparkle with joy in the bright sun. She detached them and held them toward me: "Gilbert, my love, my husband, if you will that I shall be your wife, if you think me worthy of it, take them and place them where they should be."

Our wooing may close with these words; let all the rest be sacred. The trees around alone know what passed between us as their kindly shade fell on us where we sat and interchanged our words of love whilst hour after hour of our second and real weddingday slipped by. At last we rose, but lingered yet a while, as though loth to leave the spot where happiness had come to us. We looked round once more and bade farewell to hill and valley and stream; we gazed long in each other's eyes; our lips met in a passionate kiss; then we went forth together to the world and the new sweet life awaiting us.

HUGH CONWAY.

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It happened that among the other commanders of the troops of horsemen which were despatched to every quarter to procure intelligence, Titus Manlius, the consul's son, came with his troop to the back of the enemy's camp, so near as to be scarcely distant a dart's throw from the next post, where some horsemen of Tusculum were stationed, under the command of Geminius Metrius, a man highly distinguished amongst his countrymen both by his birth and conduct. On observing the Roman horseman and the consul's son, remarkable above the rest, marching at their head (for they were all known to each other, particularly men of any note), he called out,

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are superior to either-Jupiter himself, the witness of those treaties which you have violated. If at the lake of Regillus we gave you fighting until you were weary, I will answer for it that we shall in this place also give you such entertainment that for the future it will not be extremely agreeable to face us in the field."

To this Geminius, advancing a little from his men, replied,

"Do you choose, then, until that day arrives, when with such great labor you move your armies, to enter the lists yourself with me, that from the event of a combat between us two it may immediately be seen how much a Latine horseman surpasses a Roman ?" Either anger or shame of declining the contest or the irresistible power of destiny urged on the daring spirit of the youth; so that, disregarding his father's commands and the edict of the consuls, he rushed precipitately to a contest in which whether he was victorious or vanquished was of no great consequence to himself. The other horsemen moved to some distance, as if to behold a show; and then, in the space of clear ground which lay between them, the combatants spurred on their horses against each other, and on their meeting in fierce encounter the point of Manlius's spear passed over the helmet of his antagonist, and that of Metrius across the neck of the other's horse. They then wheeled their horses round, and Manlius, having with greater quickness raised himself in his seat to repeat his stroke, fixed his javelin between the ears of his opponent's horse. The pain of the wound made the animal rear his forefeet on high and toss his head with such violence that he shook off his rider, whom, as he endeavored to raise him

self after the severe fall by leaning on his javelin and buckler, Manlius pierced through the throat, so that the steel came out between his ribs and pinned him to the earth. Then, collecting the spoils, he rode back to his men, and together with his troop, who exulted with joy, proceeded to the camp, and so on to his father, without ever reflecting on the nature or the consequences of his conduct or whether he had merited praise or punishment.

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Father," said he, " that all men may justly attribute to me the honor of being descended of your blood, having been challenged to combat, I bring these equestrian spoils, taken from my antagonist, whom I slew."

Which when the consul heard, turning away instantly from the youth in an angry manner, he ordered the assembly to be called by sound of trumpet; and when the troops had come together in full numbers, he spoke in this manner:

"Titus Manlius, forasmuch as you, in contempt of the consular authority and of the respect due to a father, have, contrary to our edict, fought with the enemy out of your post, as far as in you lay subverted the military discipline by which the power of Rome has to this day been supported, and have brought me under the hard necessity either of overlooking the interests of the public or my own and those of my nearest connections, it is fitter that we undergo the penalty of our own transgressions than that the commonwealth should expiate our offences, so injurious to it. We shall afford a melancholy example, but a profitable one, to the youth of all future ages. For my part, I own, both the natural affection of a parent and the instance which you have shown of bravery misguided by a false notion of honor

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Shocked to the last degree by such a cruel order, each looking on the axe as if drawn against himself, all were quiet through fear rather than discipline. They stood therefore for some time motionless and silent; but when the blood spouted from Titus's severed neck, then, their minds emerging, as it were, from the stupefaction into which they had been plunged, they all at once united their voices in free expressions of compassion, refraining not either from lamentations or execrations; and, covering the body of the youth with the spoils, they burned it on a pile erected without the rampart, with every honor which the warm zeal of the soldiers could bestow on a funeral.

From thence "Manlian orders" were not only then considered with horror, but have been transmitted as a model of austerity to future times. The harshness of this punishment, however, rendered the soldiery more obedient to their commander, while the guards and watches and the regulation of the several posts were thenceforth attended to with greater diligence; this severity was also found useful when the troops, for the final decision, went into the field of battle.

The war being brought to a conclusion, Titus Manlius, after distributing rewards and punishments according to the merits and demerits of each, returned to Rome. On his

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seduced by well-selected works of fiction from the present objects of the senses and the thoughts accustomed to dwell on the past, the distant or the future, and in the same proportion in which this effect is in any instance accomplished the man," as Dr. Johnson has justly remarked, "is exalted in the scale of intellectual being." The tale of fiction will probably be soon laid aside with the toys and rattles of infancy, but the habits which it has contributed to fix and the powers which it has brought into a state of activity will remain with the possessor, permanent and inestimable treasures, to his latest hour.

Nor is it to the young alone that these observations are to be exclusively applied. Instances have frequently occurred of individuals in whom the power of imagination has at a more advanced period of life been found susceptible of culture to a wonderful. degree. In such men what an accession is gained to their most refined pleasures! What enchantments are added to their most ordinary perceptions! The mind, awakening as if from a trance to a new existence, becomes habituated to the most interesting aspects of life and of nature; the intellectual eye “is purged of its film," and things the most familiar and unnoticed disclose charms invisible before. The same objects and events

which were lately beheld with indifference | tend should be realized. His passions were occupy now all the powers and capacities strong, and sometimes they broke out with of the soul, the contrast between the present vehemence; but he had the power of checkand the past serving only to enhance and to ing them in an instant. Perhaps self-control endear so unlooked-for an acquisition. What was the most remarkable trait of his characGray has so finely said of the pleasures of ter. ter. It was in part the effect of discipline, vicissitude conveys but a faint image of what yet he seems by nature to have possessed this is experienced by the man who, after having power to a degree which has been denied to lost in vulgar occupations and vulgar amuseother men. ments his earliest and most precious years, is thus introduced at last to a new heaven and a new earth.

"The meanest floweret of the vale,

The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are opening Paradise."

DUGALD STEWART.

WASHINGTON'S MORAL CHARACTER.

A Christian in faith and practice, he was habitually devout. His reverence for religion is seen in his example, his public communications and his private writings. He uniformly ascribed his successes to the beneficent agency of the supreme Being. Charitable and humane, he was liberal to the poor and kind to those in distress. As a husband, son and brother he was tender and affectionate. Without vanity, ostentation or pride,

HIS moral qualities were in perfect har- he never spoke of himself or his actions un

mony with those of his intellect. Duty was the ruling principle of his conduct, and the rare endowments of his understanding were not more constantly tasked to devise the best methods of effecting an object than they were to guard the sanctity of conscience. No instance can be adduced in which he was actuated by a sinister motive or endeavored to attain an end by unworthy means. Truth, integrity and justice were deeply rooted in his mind, and nothing could rouse his indignation so soon or so utterly destroy his confidence as the discovery of the want of these virtues in any one whom he had trusted. Weaknesses, follies, indiscretions, he could forgive, but subterfuge and dishonesty he never forgot, rarely pardoned. He was candid and sincere, true to his friends and faithful to all, neither practising dissimulation, descending to artifice nor holding out expectations which he did not in

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less required by circumstances which con-
cerned the public interests. As he was free
from envy, so he had the good fortune to
escape the envy of others by standing on an
elevation which none could hope to attain.
If he had one passion more strong than
another, it was love of his country.
purity and ardor of his patriotism were com-
mensurate with the greatness of its object.
Love of country in him was invested with
the sacred obligation of a duty, and from
the faithful discharge of this duty he never
swerved for a moment, either in thought or
deed, through the whole period of his event-
ful career.

JARED SPARKS.

POVERTY AND LOVE.-He travels safe and not unpleasantly who is guarded by poverty and guided by love. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.

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twain,

And thou be living, breathing Greece again?
Grave of the mighty-hero, poet, sage—
Whose deeds are guiding-stars to every age,
Land unsurpassed in glory and despair,
Still in thy desolation thou art fair.
Low in sepulchral dust lies Pallas' shrine,
Low in sepulchral dust thy fanes divine,
And all thy visible self; yet o'er thy clay
Soul, beauty, linger, hallowing decay.
Not all the ills that war entailed on thee,
Not all the blood that stained Thermopylæ,
Not all the desolation traitors wrought,
Not all the woe and want invaders brought,
Not all the tears that slavery could wring
From out thy heart of patient suffering,
Not all that drapes thy loveliness in night,
Can quench thy spirit's never-dying light;
But, hovering o'er the dust of gods enshrined,
It beams a beacon to the march of mind,
An oasis to sage and bard forlorn,
A guiding-light to centuries unborn.

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When Death displays his coldness in my

cheek

And I myself in my own picture seek,
Not finding what I am, but what I was,
In doubt which to believe, this or my glass,-
Yet, though I alter, this remains the same
As it was drawn, retains the primitive frame
And first complexion; here will still be seen
Blood on the cheek and down upon the chin;
Here the smooth brow will stay, the lively eye,
The ruddy lip and hair of youthful dye.
Behold what frailty we in man may see,
Whose shadow is less given to change than
he!

THOMAS RANDOLPH.

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