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"Fee-faw-fum!

I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Dead or alive, I will have some."

of the hills on the beautiful waters of the Genevan | ple of England as my enemies, nor sympathize with lake. Blessings, then, upon these young wayfarers, that blustering sham-patriotism, which is ever exfor they have "blessed me unawares." In an hour claiming, like the giant of the nursery tale: of sickness and lassitude, they have wrought for me the miracle of Lorretto's chapel, and borne me away from the scenes around me and the sense of personal suffering, to that wonderful land where Nature seems still uttering, from lake and valley and mountains whose eternal snows lean on the hard blue heaven, the echoes of that mighty hymn of a new-created world, when the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy!"

I remember that the same sun which shines upon England's royalty and priestcraft, streams also into the dusty workshop of Ebenezer Elliot-rests on the drab coat of the Birmingham Quaker Reformergreets O Connell through the grates of his prison -glorifies the grey locks of Clarkson, and gladdens But of all classes of foreigners the Irish are by far the heroic-hearted Harriet Martineau, in her sick the most numerous. They constitute a quiet and in-chamber at the mouth of the Tyne. With heart and dustrious portion of the population; and are conse-soul I respond to the sentiments of Channing, when quently respected by their Yankee neighbors. For speaking of a foreign nation: "That nation is not myself, I confess I feel a sympathy for the Irishman. an abstraction to me; it is no longer a vague mass; I see him as the representative of a generous, warm-it spreads out before me into individuals, in a thouhearted and cruelly oppressed people. That he loves sand interesting forms and relations; it consists of his native land-that his patriotism is divided-that husbands and wives, parents and children, who love he cannot forget the claims of his mother island- one another as I love my own home; it consists of that his religion, with all its abuses, is dear to him- affectionate women and sweet children; it consists does not decrease my estimation of him. A stran- of Christians, united with me to the common Savior, ger in a stange land, he is to me always an object and in whose spirit I reverence the likeness of his of interest. The poorest and rudest has a romance divine virtue; it consists of a vast multitude of laborin his history. Amidst all his apparent gayety of ers at the plough and in the workshop, whose toils I heart, and national drollery and wit, the poor emi-sympathize with, whose burden I should rejoice to grant has sad thoughts of the "ould mother of him," lighten, and for whose elevation I have pleaded; it sitting lonely in her solitary cabin by the bog-side-consists of men of science, taste, genius, whose writrecollections of a father's blessing, and a sister's farewell are haunting him-a grave-mound in a distant churchyard, far beyond the wide wathers," has an eternal greenness in his memory-for there per-ters." haps lies a darlint child," or a "swate crather" who once loved him,-the New World is forgotten for the moment-blue Killarney and the Liffy sparkle before him-Glendalough stretches beneath him its dark still mirror-he sees the same evening sunshine rest upon and hallow alike with Nature's blessing the ruins of the Seven Churches of Ireland's apostolic age, the broken mound of the Druids, and the Round Towers of the Phenician sun-worshippers,beautiful and mournful recollections of his home waken within him-and the rough and seemingly careless and light-hearted laborer melts into tears. It is no light thing to abandon one's own country and household gods. Touching and beautiful was the injunction of the Prophet of the Hebrews: "Ye shall not oppress the stranger, for ye know the heart of the stranger, seeing that ye were strangers in the land of Egypt."

I love my own country-I have a strong New England feeling: but I am no friend of that narrow spirit of mingled national vanity and religious intolerance, which, under the name of "Native Americanism," has made its appearance among us. I reverence man, as man. Be he Irish or Spanish, black or white, he is my brother man. I have no prejudices against other nations-I cannot regard the peo

ings have beguiled my solitary hours, and given life to my intellect and best affections. I love this nation: its men and women are my brothers and sis

THE STRUGGLE FOR FAME.

BY CHARLES MACKAY.

If thou wouldst win a lasting fame;
If thou th' immortal wreath wouldst claim,
And make the Future bless thy name;

Begin thy perilous career,

Keep high thy heart, thy conscience clear,
And walk thy way without a fear.

And if thou hast a voice within
That ever whispers, "Work and win,
And keep thy soul from sloth and sin:
If thou canst plan a noble deed,
And never flag till it succeed,
Though in the strife thy heart should bleed:

If thou canst struggle day and night,
And, in the envious world's despite,
Still keep thy cynosure in sight:

If thou canst bear the rich man's scorn:
Nor curse the day that thou wert born,
To feed on chaff, and he on corn:

If thou canst dine upon a crust,
And still hold on with patient trust,
Nor pine that Fortune is unjust:

If thou canst see with tranquil breast, The knave or fool in purple dress'd, While thou must walk in tatter'd vest:

If thou canst rise ere break of day, And toil and moil till evening gray, At thankless work, for scanty pay:

If, in thy progress to renown,

Thou canst endure the scoff and frown Of those who strive to pull thee down:

If thou canst bear th' averted face,
The jibe, or treacherous embrace,
Of those who run the self-same race:

If thou in darkest days canst find An inner brightness in thy mind, To reconcile thee to thy kind:

Whatever obstacles control,

Thine hour will come-go on-true soul ! Thou'lt win the prize, thou'lt reach the goal!

If not-what matters? tried by fire,
And purified from low desire,
Thy spirit shall but soar the higher.

Content and hope thy heart shall buoy, And men's neglect shall ne'er destroy Thy secret peace, thy inward joy.

But if so bent on worldly fame,
That thou must gild thy living name,
And snatch the honors of the game;

And hast not strength to watch and pray,
To seize thy time and force thy way,
By some new combat every day:

If failure might thy soul oppress,
And fill thy veins with heaviness,
And make thee love thy kind the less:

Thy fame might rivalry forestal,
And thou let tears or curses fall,
Or turn thy wholesome blood to gall;

Pause ere thou tempt the hard career,
Thou'lt find the conflict too severe,
And heart will break and brain will sear.

Content thee with a meaner lot;
Go plough thy field, go build thy cot,
Nor sigh that thou must be forgot.

SONG OF THE FREE.

On Freedom's holy altar-stone
We lay this day our hearts as one;
And deeply as those hearts can feel,
To Freedom's foes they're hearts of steel!
Hurrah for Freedom's rising sun!
For Freedom's battle well begun!
Hurrah for Freedom's chosen one,
For him for whom her laurels bloom!
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!

O, not alone our vows we pay;
From rising to the setting day,

From Maine to Huron's prairie flowers,
A thousand voices blend with ours!

Nor hate, nor wrath, nor evil deed, Nor gift of blood doth Freedom need; But love, whose service never tires, And zeal to watch around her fires!

In joy and faith the seeds we cast,
Of Freedom's truth on every blast;
And trust to Heaven's own dew and rain
To nurse the flower and swell the grain.

Who calls thy service, Freedom, hard?
Who feels it not its own reward?
Who for its trials deems it less
A cause for praise and thankfulness?
O, toil-worn brothers, be of cheer!
Rejoice, O sisters, gleaning near!
Like fields of Heaven before your eyes,
The promise of the Future lies!

Hurrah for Freedom's rising sun!
For Freedom's battle well begun!
Hurrah for Freedom's chosen one,
For him for whom her laurels bloom!
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!

THE POET.

BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.

Poet! who sittest in thy pleasant room,

Warming thy heart with idle thoughts of love,
And of a holy life that leads above,
Striving to keep life's spring flowers still in bloom,
And lingering to snuff their fresh perfume,-
O, there were other duties meant for thee
Than to sit down in peacefulness and Be!

O, there are brother hearts that dwell in gloom,
Souls loathsome, foul, and black with daily sin,
So crusted o'er with baseness, that no ray
Of Heaven's blessed light may enter in!

Come down then to the hot and dusky way,
And lead them back to hope and peace again,-
For, save in act, thy love is all in vain.

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THE MAN OUT OF THE MOON.

The man of the moon

Came down at noon.

tesy they received unquestioned the remarkable
stranger, and invited him to their princely home.
"How beautiful is Earth," said the man, as a few
days afterwards he rambled to the spot where he
first pressed its soil, and how happy are her child-

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more common than bliss, that quiet was more freqent than joy; but hitherto I bave investigated at a disadvantageous distance, and here I find that my ignorance was proverbial. Nevertheless, I have the will and capacity to learn, and the duke himself shall not know more of his neighbors than I will as

certain."

He bounded over a sweet-briar hedge, and wended his way to a little hamlet, which nestled between the grove and upland at a short distance. He entered the nearest cot, and the first sound which reached his ears was a cry for bread.

Perhaps these lines occurred to some of the indi-dren. Before I came here I thought that peace was viduals who witnessed the disappearance of the man from the moon one balmy summer evening. There must have been at least one astronomer, poet, lunatic, and pair of lovers; and how many more may not easily be ascertained. But the moonshine still came down so gently, and the space vacated by that ancient man was filled with such calm brightness, that little was said and no commotion caused by his withdrawal from that place where he had been an admired fixture. Had he dropped down among any of the evening watchers, doubtless there would have been a great excitement-especially among children "Bread-BREAD!" repeated he, "I saw it given and nurses, with whom this man had been an object to the dogs this morning. Bread! there is enough of greater interest than any other class. And, as every body was once a boy or girl, there might have at the castle. Go to the duchess, my child, she will been a revival of affection which would have mani- give you enough of bread." The child ceased her fested itself in waving of handkerchiefs, loud huzzas, cry, but looked at him wonderingly, and an elderly and clapping of hands, perhaps in ringing of bells, sister shook her head, yet said nothing. Then the and firing of cannon; and who knows what fine din-man heard a moan from a low pallet, and lookners might have been given him, and concerts, also, ing into the dark recess, he saw stretched upon it the She called the girl to in which a few particular nursery rhymes might have emaciated form of a woman. been set to music by Vieux Temps, or Ole Bull, and the stranger almost paralysed by the excess of joyous sensibility. But those, who knew that he was gone, could not of course tell whether he had started upon a journey to the Sun, or to Venus, or to Herschel, or to some other place among the stars; and perhaps a few of them dreamed that he had come on a pilgrimage of love to the Moon's great satellite, EARTH. But, upon the same principle that little boats should keep near the shore," the inexperienced traveller had wisely resolved that his first voyage should terminate at the first landing place. Whether

those were moonstruck who first saw him

Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Where a fair lady throned by the west," held state upon a little island-whether they were moonstruck or not, matters little; but certainly no skylark ever fluttered into nest more unregarded, no eagle ever descended into its nest more untroubled, no snow-flake ever fell into its deep dingle more unnoticed, and no leaflet ever nestled under its shadowing rock more quietly, than the man from the moon came down, when he alighted under the broad shadow of a noble elm, in a ducal park.

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Is there not a little more wine in the phial?" she asked.

"Not one drop," was the reply. The woman moaned more faintly.

"Wine! wine!" repeated the man; "we drank last night at the castle until our heads ached, and some of the company were carried away drowned by it. Wine and bread;" he repeated, as he turned upon his heel, and flew towards the castle. He entered the drawing room, and a servant passed him with a silver salver, upon which were refreshments for the ladies, and the sideboard was covered with various wines. He grasped a bottle, and snatching the salver from the waiter, he turned to go. But the astonished domestic made such an outcry, and vociferated, "Thief! Robber!" so lustily that he was soon overtaken. The duke came to learn the cause of the

tumult.
"He was stealing your silver." repeated the ser-
vant, after all your kindness to him."
The duke looked at his mysterious guest with a
penetrating eye.

"I saw a child almost within a stone's throw of your mansion," replied the man, who cried for bread. I saw also a woman fainting for a cordial, and here I knew that there was enough of bread and wine. I ran that they might the sooner be relieved from their misery."

The deer turned upon him their large lustrous eyes, and darted away to their leafy converts; the rooks slowly wheeled around above his head, and sailed upon the breezes of their leafy homes; and the watch-dog met him at the portal with a fawn of The duke blushed as he heard the simple reply of affection. At the porter's lodge had gathered some the man, and almost doubted for the moment wheof the juvenile nobility, and with the utmost cour-ther he himself were a man, Bread and wine were

instantly despatched by the servant, and the duke
took the stranger into his closet. What he told him
there is what my readers already know-that Want
and Misery stand even within the sunshine of Plenty
and Prosperity; that Sickness, Pain and Death are
in the daily paths of the rich and powerful; that all
these things are looked upon as necessary evils, and
not allowed for a moment to interrupt the usual
course of business and amusement. But he could
not make it appear to the man out of the Moon as it
did to himself. The more common it is, the more
dreadful it seemed to this wanderer from another
sphere. The more difficult it appeared to find the
remedy, the more earnestly he thought it should be
sought. It seemed to him that the great fault was
in the government, and at its head was a lady as
young, as kind, as compassionate as the duke's eldest
daughter. He left the castle, and hastened to the
capitol. He lingered not by the way, but sighs ob-
truded themselves upon his notice which gave him
much pain. He sought the palace; he asked audience
of the queen. He brought no references, no intro-
ductions, and could not be admitted to the young
sovereign; but his earnestness gained him an inter-
view with one of her counsellors. He had so much
to say, and knew so little how to say it, his ideas
were all in such confusion, that it was some time be-
fore the minister could gather aught from him.
"To the point," said he at length.-Tell me,
stranger, what you want."

"I want RIGHT!" said the man.

passes?' But the more my spirit was pained within me, the more I hurried to this place. And when I was come I saw mighty palaces for the accommodation of a few, and I saw also men herding together in filth and wretchedness; and those who had not where to lay their heads. I have seen warehouses filled with cloths for raiment, and stout men passed by them with scarce a rag to cover them; yet touched they nothing. I have seen bakeries full of bread, and storehouse filled with other food; and savage looking men proved that they were not yet fiends, for they did not strike dead those who withheld from them these provisions. Even here I have seen dogs and horses receive the attention denied to man. You ask me what I want: I want to know if you have known aught of this; and, if so, why stand you here idle?"

"Who are you?" rejoined the astonished courtier.

"The man out of the Moon."

"Aha, aha,—a lunatic! I thought as much. Now let me see if we have not a nice place for you which you have not yet espied;" and calling the servants, he ordered them to take the man to the hospital.

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"But why do the people bear all this?" asked the Man. Why do they not rise in their strength, and demand clothing, food and shelter? Why do they not stretch out their hands and take it, when almost within their grasp? Why at least do they not die as men, rather than live like beasts."

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They are enchanted," was the reply of the philosopher.

But he slipped from their grasp and was soon out of the way. He strayed to the sea side, for there was there less of the misery he could not relieve. He found a man sitting upon a solitary rock, and gazing far out upon the waters. There was that in his eye which told the Lunarian that there he might I came a stran-meet with sympathy. So they sat together, while ger to your land, and at first, all appeared to me the sea-winds moaned around them, and talked of very beautiful. But I soon found hunger, destitu- wrong and oppression. tion, and death. I inquired the cause, and asked for the remedy. I was told there was none; but I found that if relief could be obtained this was the place to look for it. I left for this city. I hurried on my way; but unless I shut my eyes, I could not but see wrong. I have seen huge heaps of grain converted into liquid poison, and starving men drunk of it that they might drown all sense of want and misery. I have seen broad fields lie waste as pleasure ground, while squalid crowds were faint for food. I saw a mighty ship filled with brave men; and their garments glittered with beauty, and gushing strains of music stirred their noble hearts. I thought it a glorious sight, but I learnt that they were sent to kill or be killed of their fellow men. I saw a high and narrow structure spring upward to the sky; and they brought out a man and put him to death between the heavens and the earth. Crowds of men gazed upward at the sight, and think ye not that God looked down? I went into an old moss grown church, and there I saw the man who prayed at the gallows; and all the people said with him Be ye also merciful, even as your Father in Heaven is merciful.' For if ye forgive not men their trespasses, how will your Father which is in Heaven, forgive your tres

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Then the Man thought how impossible it would be for him to disenchant them, and he sighed; and when the philosopher had gone he unrobed himself, and spread his wings, and flew across the channel till he came to another land.

We will not follow him, as he strayed through various cities, towns, and villages, along the Mediterranean. But he heard of it everywhere-he had heard of it before he crossed the channel—of a happy land, far across many wide waters-a new world, where tyranny, oppression, and corruption, had not found time to generate their train of evils. yearned for this better land; and one night, when the sky was dark with sombre clouds, and no one could witness his flight, he left the old for the newer continent.

He

He alighted at the plantation of a wealthy gentle

man. With manly courtesy he was received, and, entertained with chivalrous generosity which asked no questions of the stranger, and knew nothing but that he needed rest. He was truly weary, and spent some quiet days in the family of his host, for whom he formed quite an attachment. But one day as he was walking in the grounds, he heard the voice of piercing lamentation. He looked around, and saw a negro woman, with her young child pressed to her bosom, and sobbing as though her heart would break. He inquired the cause of her sorrow, and heard that her husband had just been taken away to be sold to another master. Her children had been taken from her long before, all but the babe upon her breast.

The Man could not understand this at first, but after long questioning he learned some of the evils of slavery. He returned to his host. He was sitting with his wife at his side, and his child upon his knee. He caressed them both with affection. The Man looked at him sternly,

were also Wealth and Poverty-here were Misery, Selfishness, and Pride. He saw a wealthy lady roll along in her carriage, while a feeble woman could hardly totter across the streets. "The carriage would have held more than two," said he to himself. He followed the faltering footsteps until he came to a cellar. The woman approached a bed, upon which two children were gasping for breath,

"Can nothing be done for them?" asked the Man.

"I have just called a physician," replied the mother. In a few moments he came in. He looked tenderly at his little patients. 64 They are dying of want," said he. "They want every thing they should now have; but first of all, is the want of fresh air." The Man started from the house and ran to a street, in which was the residence of an eminent philanthropist. His questionings had already led him to a knowledge of the good. He came to the house. The master was not at home-he had gone to his country-seat, and his mansion was vacant, with the exception of one servant who was left to open the windows each day, and see the cool air breathed through the deserted rooms. And, as he looked at the lofty, well-ventilated and vacant apart"Who are you?" replied the host, "that you ments, he thought of the children who were dying speak thus in my own house, where as yet unques-in a neighboring cellar for want of air. tioned you have been honored and cherished as a stranger and a guest."

"How dare you love your child?" said he. "How dare you adore your wife?" when you have separated mother and child, husband and wife, and consigned them all to misery.

"I am the man out of the Moon."

Then the host laughed heartily. "Ah, moonstruck, I see," said he, carelessly; and touching his head he nodded to his wife. After this they would neither of them heed what he said, but treated him good humoredly, as a maniac.

The man was wearied, disappointed and vexed. "If this is the happiest spot on Earth," said he, then let me go back to the Moon."

It was a lovely starlight night. The moon, like a silver crescent, hung afar in the blue ether, and there was one bright solitary cloud in the clear sky. The Man spread his wings, and, bidding farewell to Earth, he turned his face upward to a better home. In the neighborhood, however, he met not with As he passed the bright cloud he thought he saw, this consideration, for he would not hold his peace faintly delineated as though in bright shadow, the while he believed a great wrong was calling for re- outlines of a human form. He approached nearer, dress. They called him an Abolitionist, and pro-and the cloud seemed like a light couch, upon which posed assisting him in his departure from a place an etherealized being reclined.-Lofty intellect and which did not seem to suit him very well. They would provide feathers, if not wings, and attach them to him with tar, as the best artificial method. They would not furnish him with a horse, but they found a rail, and this with the aid of their own locomotive powers, would assist him greatly.

The Man felt as though he would rather continue free of all such obligations, and on the very night when all things were preparing for his exit, he spread his wings upon the darkness and flew away.

He had heard the negroes speak of a land to the north, where there were no slaves, where oppression, cruelty, and selfishness did not exist; and he thought that must be the better land of which he had so often heard. He came to its far famed city; that where morals, intelligence, and prosperity are more nearly connected than in any other. He was pleased at first, but soon became dissatisfied, because

childlike mildness were blended in his pale spiritual countenance, but there was a glance of sorrow in his deep eyes which told that, if an angel, he had not forgotten the trials of earth.

The Man said to him, “I have just left Earth for Moon, but I would gladly leave it for any other world. You seemed to have returned to it from Heaven."

"It was my home," replied the spirit. "There I first received existence; there I first drew the breath of life. It was my first home; and, though I know it is full of sin and sorrow, yet at times I leave Heaven that I may view it once again."

"And did you know, while there, that it was filled with Guilt, Ignorance, or Pain? or did you neglect the great interests of Humanity for selfish pleasure?"

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I did not live for myself alone. I endeavored it fell far short of his ideas of social perfection. Here to live for my kind, and to find my happiness in try

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