PARABLE.
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��that never in my life have I crossed any rod of it, without feeling with a glow of delight that this is my own my native state."
Later in the day Mr. Webster said, " I delight to dwell upon the consid- eration that I am now among Xew Hampshire men.
I delight to feel that I stand on my native soil, and among those whom we have always regarded with favor from my infancy. We recollect that the tomb of the great hero of Ben- nington is near us. I am proud to remember that many of my own friends, especially my own father were with him on that occasion. And I know that on these hills, in early life, I have seen his comrades. I have often seen him. Now, if we turn back to our own Xew Hampshire people, if we remember the men who shed their blood, and employed their counsels for the liberty of this country : if we think of Bartlett, and Whipple, and Thornton ; of the Gilmans, the Lang- dons, and all those patriots of two or three generations ago. who founded our New Hampshire government, who connected us with the great govern- ment of the Union, who sought with all their hearts, and recommended with all their powers, always as far as
��proper, to lead the people into its adoption. And if we could see them all here to-day, Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple, John Taylor Oilman, and the rest of them, and ask them how we should deport ourselves in the present crisis of the country, what would they say? If any should say, ' we were for breaking off from this union, were for cutting loose the ties that are binding us together,' would they not say we were stark mad, departing from every thing they had taught us?
Gentlemen, let me assure you that in my conviction, the thunder-bolt that rives the hardy oak, and splits it from its top to the ground into ten thousand pieces, and scatters those pieces over the earth, may be a more sudden mode of destruction, but it is not a surer mode than a spirit of disunion will show if it is let forth in its angry zeal upon the united government under which we live. Its fragments will cover the earth, and we shall feel the smoke of the sulphur so long as we live. Now, gentlemen, let us stand where our fathers stood. Let us say that we are Americans, one and all ; that we go for the general liberty, the general freedom, the general security of the whole American Republic ! "
��PARABLE.
��FROM THE GERMAN OF SJHILLER.
Lo. countless thousand snow-white sheep March on to pastures fair and vast.
The self-same flock we sec to-day,
That moved there in the voiceless past.
From living springs, exhaustless yet.
They drink of lite, and ne "er grow old: With silver bow. in beauty bent. A chosen shepherd guides the fold.
He drives them through the golden gate: Each name he knows: counts all at night;
Though oft he makes the journey long, No lamb is ever lost from sight.
��A ram bounds forth to lead the way. A trusty watch-dog helps to guide;
Know'stthou the flock':' Canst tell me. Who is the shepherd by their side':-
��pray
��Alma J. Herbert.
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