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But on the rose's dewy brink,

Each prismy tear shall catch the gleam,
And give the infant buds to drink,

The colours of the morning beam.
The waters sweet, from whispering wells,
Shall loiter 'neath the flowery brake;
Shall visit oft the Naiads' cells,

And hie them to the silver lake.

The muse shall hail, at peep
of dawn,
Melodiously, the coming day;
At eve her song shall soothe the lawn,
And with the mountain echoes play.
There spring shall laugh at winter's frown,
There summer blush for gamesome spring,
And autumn, prank'd in wheaten crown,

His stores to hungry winter bring.
"Tis mine! 'tis mine! this sacred grove,
Where truth and beauty may recline,
The sweet resort of many a love;

Monimia come and make it thine.
For thee, the bursting buds are ripe,

The whistling robin calls thee here,
To thee complains the woodland pipe;
Will not my lov'd Monimia hear?
A fawn I'll bring thee, gentle maid,

To gamble round thy pleasant door;
I'll cull thee wreaths that ne'er shall fade,
What shall I say to tempt thee more?
The blush that warms thy maiden cheek,
Thy morning eye's sequester'd tear,
For me, thy kindling passion speak,
And chain this subtle vision here.
Spots of delight, and many a day

Of summer love for me shall shine;
In truth my beating heart is gay,

At sight of that fond smile of thine.
Come, come my love away with me,
The morn of life is hast'ning by,
To this dear scene we'll gaily flee,

And sport us 'neath the peaceful sky.
And when that awful day shall rise,

That sees thy cheek with age grow pale, And the soul fading in thine eyes,

We'll sigh and quit the weeping vale.

WILLIAM RAY.

WILLIAM RAY, one of the "Algerine Captives," was born in Salisbury, Connecticut, about 1772. His father was a farmer in moderate circumstances, and removing soon after his son's birth to a then unsettled part of the state of New York, the latter had few advantages of early education. After experimenting as a schoolmaster and country shopkeeper, and getting married, having lost, by arriving too late at Philadelphia, what he calls "a flattering prospect of finding a situation as an editor, at thirty dollars a month," he shipped, July 3, 1803, "in a low capacity" on board the U. S. frigate Philadelphia, Captain Bainbridge. On the 31st of October the vessel ran aground off Tripoli, was attacked by a single gun-boat, and struck her colors. The next morning the ship was afloat, but her officers and crew were ashore as prisoners. They were treated with great severity, badly fed and lodged, and set to work in December at raising an old wreck buried in the sand, which they had to shovel from under her and carry in baskets to the shore, working almost naked with the water up to their armpits. They VOL. 1.-39

had afterwards, in March, to drag a heavy wagon "five or six miles into the country over the burning sands, barefoot and shirtless, and back again loaded with timber, before they had anything to eat, except perhaps a few raw carrots." They were imprisoned until June 3, 1805, when articles of peace were signed and the prisoners shipped for home the next day. Ray was made captain's clerk of the Essex, and laureate for the next fourth of July, when the following song by him "was sung at table by consul Lear, and encored three or four times."

Hail Independence! hail once more!
To meet thee on a foreign shore,
Our hearts and souls rejoice;
To see thy sons assembled here,
Thy name is rendered doubly dear-
More charming is thy voice.

A host of heroes bright with fame,
A Preble and Decatur's name,

Our grateful songs demand;
And let our voices loudly rise,
At Eaton's daring enterprise,

And red victorious hand.

That recreant horde of barb'rous foes,
Our deathless heroes bled t' oppose,

Can never stand the test,
When grappled with our dauntless tars,
Their crescent wanes beside our stars,
And quickly sinks to rest.

Thy spirit, born in darkest times,
Illumes the world's remotest climes,

Where'er thy champions tread-
Like lightning flash'd on Barb'ry's plains-
Dissolv'd the groaning captive's chains,

And struck the oppressor dead.
Hail Independence! glorious day,
Which chased the clouds of night away,
That o'er our country hung;
Re-tune the voice, and let us hear
The song encore-a louder cheer
Resound from every tongue.

Huzza! may freedom's banners wave,
Those banners that have freed the slave
With new all-conqu'ring charms;
Till nature's works in death shall rest
And never may the Tar be press'd

But in his fair one's arms.

The Essex, after a cruise in the Mediterranean, reached home August, 1806. Her poet published an account of his adventures a few months after. He served in the militia at Plattsburg in 1812, and after several removes settled down with his family in the village of Onondaga Court-House. In 1821 he published at Auburn a small volume of "Poems on various subjects, religious, moral, sentimental, and humorous," with a sketch of his life.

JOSIAH QUINCY.

THE will of Josiah Quincy, Jr., contained the following bequest: "I give to my son, when he shall arrive to the age of fifteen years, Algernon Sidney's works, John Locke's works, Lord Bacon's works, Gordon's Tacitus, and Cato's Letters. May the spirit of liberty rest upon him!" The son has entered upon the full fruition and has made good use of this legacy. His long life has been devoted to the dissemination of knowledge,

to the instruction of others in the good doctrines those good books have taught, while the "spirit of liberty" now rests like a sunset halo on that aged head. Whenever we read of an assemblage in his native city, convened by the rallying call of liberty, we find a portion of its record earnest words, which he has come forth from his retirement to utter. Even those who differ from him widely in opinion, as in domicile, must, or should, respect the energy and good intent of the old statesman and scholar.

Jorah Quimp

Josiah Quincy was born in 1772, prepared for college at the Phillips Academy in Andover, and graduated at Harvard in 1790. His Commencement oration was on the "Ideal Superiority of the present age in Literature and Politics." He studied law with the Hon. Judge Tudor, and in 1797 married Eliza, daughter of John Morton, a merchant of New York. In 1804 he was elected to the State Senate, and in 1805 to Congress, where he remained until 1813. He was warmly opposed to the purchase of Louisiana, and prophesied a dissolution of the Union as the result of an enlargement of the Confederacy beyond its limits at the time of the formation of the Constitution. He was also an opponent of the Embargo. One of his speeches on this topic contains an eloquent though somewhat ornate passage.

They who introduced it abjured it. They who advocated it did not wish, and scarcely knew, its

use.

And now that it is said to be extended over us, no man in this nation, who values his reputation, will take his Bible oath that it is in effectual and legal operation. There is an old riddle, on a coffin, (said Mr. Quincy,) which I presume we all learnt when we were boys, that is as perfect a representation of the origin, progress, and present state of this thing called non-intercourse, as is possible to be conceived:

There was a man bespoke a thing,
Which, when the maker home did bring,
That same maker did refuse it,-

The man that spoke for it did not use it,-
And he who had it did not know
Whether he had it, yea or no.

True it is, that if this non-intercourse shall ever be, in reality, subtended over us, the similitude will fail, in a material point. The poor tenant of the coffin is ignorant of his state. But the poor people of the United States will be literally buried alive in nonintercourse, and realize the grave closing on themselves and their hopes, with a full and cruel consciousness of all the horrors of their condition.

His speech on the influence of government patronage, delivered January 1, 1811, attracted much attention. "It ought," said John Quincy Adams, "to be hung up in every office of every office-holder in the Union." He describes the office hunters.

Let now, one of your great office-holders-a collector of the customs, a marshal, a commissioner of loans, a post-master in one of your cities, or any of ficer, agent, or factor, for your territories, or public

lands, or person holding a place of minor distinction, but of considerable profit-be called upon to pay the last great debt of nature. The poor man shall hardly be dead, he shall not be cold,-long before the corpse is in the coffin, the mail shall be crowded to repletion with letters, certificates, recommendations, and representations, and every species of sturdy, sycophantic solicitation, by which obtrusive mendicity seeks charity or invites compassion. Why, sir, we hear the clamor of the craving animals at the treasury-trough here in this capitol. Such running, such jostling, such wriggling, such clambering over one another's backs, such squealing because the tub is so narrow and the company so crowded! No, sir; let us not talk of stoical apathy towards the things of the national treasury either in this people, or in the representatives, or senators.

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Without meaning, in this place, to cast any particular reflections upon this, or upon any other executive, this I will say, that if no additional guards are provided, and now, after the spirit of party has brought into so full activity the spirit of patronage, there never will be a president of these United States, elected by means now in use, who, if he deals honestly with himself, will not be able, on quitting, to address his presidential chair as John Falstaff addressed Prince Hal: "Before I knew thee I knew nothing, and now I am but little better than one of the wicked." The possession of that station, under the reign of party, will make a man so acquainted with the corrupt principles of human conduct, he will behold our nature in so hungry, and shivering, and craving a state, and be compelled so constantly to observe the solid rewards daily de manded by way of compensation for outrageous pa triotism,-that, if he escape out of that atmosphere without partaking of its corruption, he must be below or above the ordinary condition of mortal nature. Is it possible, sir, that he should remain altogether uninfected?

Mr. Quincy was an opponent of the war of 1812, and soon after his election to the Senate of his state, June, 1813, gave a decided proof of his opposition by offering the following preamble and resolution in reference to the gallant conduct of Captain Lawrence in the destruction of the British ship of war Peacock by the sloop Hornet.

Whereas, It has been found that former resolu tions of this kind, passed on similar occasions, relative to other officers engaged in similar service, have given great discontent to many of the good people of this commonwealth, it being considered by them as an encouragement and excitement to the counte nance of the present unjust, unnecessary, and iniquitous war; and, on this account, the Senate of Massachusetts have deemed it their duty to refrain from acting on the said proposition. And whereas, this determination of the Senate may, without explanation, be misconstrued into an intentional slight of Capt. Lawrence, and a denial of his particular merits, the Senate therefore deem it their duty to declare that they have a high sense of the naval skill and military and civil virtues of Capt. James Lawrence; and they have been withheld from acting on said proposition solely from considerations relative to the nature and principle of the present war: and, to the end that all misapprehension on this subject may be obviated, Resolved, as the sense of the Senate of Massachusetts, that, in a war like the present, waged without justifiable cause, and prosecuted in s manner which indicates that conquest and ambition are its real motives, it is not becoming a moral and religious people to express any approbation of mili

tary or naval exploits which are not immediately connected with the defence of our sea-coast and soil.

Both were afterwards, January 23, 1824, by a vote of the body expunged from its records.

Mr. Quincy remained in the Senate until 1821, and in 1822-3 was a member of the House. In 1822 he was appointed Judge of the Municipal Court, but resigned the office on his election as Mayor of Boston in 1823. He held the office until he declined a re-election in December, 1828. The House of Industry, the House for the Reformation of Juvenile Offenders, the admirable market-house which bears his naine, the efficient Fire Department of the city, and numerous important streets and avenues, are some of the monuments of his vigorous administration. He was to be seen throughout his mayoralty traversing the streets and lanes at daybreak on horseback, personally inspecting their condition, and in every other department of duty was equally active.

In January, 1829, Mr. Quincy, to use his own expression, was called from the "dust and clamor of the capitol" to the presidency of Harvard University. He was as much surprised at the appointment, he said, "as if he had received a call to the pastoral charge of the Old South Church." He delivered his inaugural address in Latin on the second of June, and retained the office until his resignation in 1815, his academic rule being marked by the same zeal and prosperity which had attended his civic sway. During its course debts were paid, endowments secured, buildings renovated, and the general efficiency of the ancient institution largely promoted.

Since his retirement from Harvard Mr. Quincy has not held any public office. He is often, however, called upon to preside at assemblages of his fellow-citizens, and is always ready to lend the great influence which a long life of honorable public service has added to the ancestral honors of his name in the furtherance of measures which he deems of national benefit. He is often present on occasions of public festivity, enjoying a well deserved reputation as an after dinner speaker and wit. One of his happy epigrams is recorded in the diary of the Rev. Joseph S. Buckminster.

President Nott preached in Brattle Street Church; the fullest audience ever known there, except on ordination-day. Epigram made on by Josiah Quincy. Delight and instruction have people, I wot, Who in seeing not see, and in hearing hear not.

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At a dinner given soon after the completion of the Quincy market, Judge Story gave the toast, May the fame of our honored Mayor prove as durable as the material of which the beautiful market-house is constructed." Quincy instantly responded, "That stupendous monument of the wisdom of our forefathers, the Supreme Court of the United States; In the event of a vacancy may it be raised one Story higher." The same distinguished name was used in a still happier manner at a Phi Beta Kappa dinner, after the institution of the Story Association, when Mr. Quincy proposed "The Members of the Bar; Let them rise as high as they may they can never rise higher than one Story." He once remarked of his college, "May it, like the royal mail packets, distribute good letters over our land."

When Wirt visited Boston in 1829 he was received by Quincy, who, in the course of conversation, asked him in which college he had graduated. Wirt in a letter at the time tells the sequel. "I was obliged to admit that I had never been a student of any college. A shade of embarrassment, scarcely perceptible, just flitted across his countenance; but he recovered in an instant, and added most gracefully, upon my word you furnish a very strong argument against the utility of a college education.' Was not this neatly said, and very much in the style of Bishop Madison?"*

Mr. Quincy, in addition to his other public services, is the author of several important volumes. His Memoir of Josiah Quincy, Jr., published in 1825, we have already had occasion to express our obligations to in writing an account of that distinguished patriot. It is an admirable monument of filial reverence. His History of Harvardt has rendered a similar service to our article on that University. His Centennial Address on the Two Hundredth Anniversary of the Settlement of Boston, 1830, and History of the Boston Athenaum, with Biographical Notices of its devoted Founders, are equally valuable contributions to civic and literary history.§

JOHN LATHROP,

THE son of a minister at Boston, of the same name, was born in that city in January, 1772; was a graduate of Harvard in 1789; studied law in the office of Christopher Gore; commenced the practice of the profession, and in 1797 removed to Dedham. The society of Fisher Ames and the appointment of clerk of Norfolk county did not long retain him there. He returned to Boston, and lived among the wits, Robert Treat Paine, Jr., Charles Prentiss, T and others, con

Kennedy's Memoirs of Wirt, ii. 275.

+ Cambridge, 1840.

Cambridge, 1851.

Loring's Hundred Boston Orators, pp. 258-278.

John Lathrop, 174-1816, was born in Norwich, Ct.; studied at Princeton; assisted Wheelock in his Indian school, at Lebanon; was ordained and became pastor of the Second Church in Boston. He published a number of ordination and occasional discourses, amongst others an Historical Discourse at the commencement of the Nineteenth Century, which are enumerated by Allen. Joseph Lathrop, another divine of the family, 1781-1821, was also born at Norwich; studied at Yale, and was pastor of the church in West Springfield, Mass. His ministerial life extended over sixty-three years. His published sermons form a large collection, a portion of which were issued in seven volumes; one of them, a posthumous publication, containing his Autobiography, a production," says Allen, "remarkable for its simplicity and candor."

Buckingham, in his Newspaper Reminiscences, has traced the career of Prentiss through a series of journals with which he was connected. He was born in 1774, the son of the Rev. Caleb Prentiss, minister of Reading, Mass.: studied at Harvard, and upon leaving college, edited, in 1795, the Rural Repository, at Leominster, Mass., a weekly paper of a literary character, and "short lived." One of his sportive effusions in this journal was a "will" in verse, written in emulation of a similar college production of the wit Biglow. The humor turns upon a custom of Harvard, of the transmission of a jackknife from the ugliest member of one senior class to the ugliest member of the next. The verses may be found in Buckingham, ii. 269. A Collection of Fugitive Essays, in Prose and Verse, was published by Prentiss at Leominster, in 1797 -a pleasant volume. When the Repository expired, Prentiss published The Political Focus at the same place; afterwards, The Washington Federalist, at Georgetown, D.C.; the AntiDemocrat at Baltimore, and in the same city a literary paper, The Child of Pallas. This was at the beginning of the century. In 1804 he visited England. In 1809 he published The Thistle, a theatrical paper of a brief existence. After 1810 he reported the Congressional proceedings at Washington, and edited the Independent American. In 1813. a Life of General Eaton from his pen was published at Brookfield. In 1817 and 1818 he edited the Virginia Patriot, at Richmond. He died in Brom

tributing, with them, to the Federal Boston Gazette. Samuel L. Knapp, who was subsequently connected with that journal, and who has furnished a genial account of Lathrop, says, that a difference of taste led to an encounter between the young authors:-" Lathrop was modest, learned, and poetical, but had much less of the ardor of genius and the sparkling of wit than Paine, but more chastity of style and more method in his compositions and conversations. Prentiss was easy, familiar, good-natured, and poetical, and amused himself at the parade of learning in Paine, and laughed at the sentimental solemnity of Lathrop." Such contests might enliven the Boston newspapers, but they would not assist to wealth and eminence at the bar. Discouraged in this field, Lathrop, in 1799, embarked to try his fortunes in British India, where he established a school at Calcutta. Knapp relates a proposition which he made to the government there, and its reception. "In the ardor of his zeal for instructing the rising generation of Calcutta, he presented to the Governor-General, the Marquis of Wellesley, a plan of an institution at which the youths of India might receive an education, without going to England for that purpose. In an interview with his lordship, Lathrop urged, with great fervency and eloquence, the advantages that he believed would flow from a seminary well endowed and properly patronized by the government, on such a plan as he recommended; but his lordship opposed the plan, and in his decided and vehement manner replied: No, no, sir, India is and ever ought to be a colony of Great Britain; the seeds of independence must not be sown here. Establishing a seminary in New England at so early a period of time hastened your revolution half a century.' Besides his occupations as a teacher, Lathrop wrote for the Calcutta papers the Hircarrah and the Post, but he found the newspaper system under the government censorship as restricted as the educational.

He returned to America in 1819, projected “a literary journal on an extensive plan," but did not carry it into execution. He then brought his stock of literary resources into use as teacher of a school in Boston; "wrote in the papers; delivered lectures on natural philosophy, and gave the public several songs and orations for festive and masonic purposes." Tired of this unsatisfactory career he passed to the South, where he took up his residence in the District of Columbia, pursuing his old occupations as a teacher, writer, and lecturer, and securing an employment in the postoffice. He died at Georgetown. January 30,

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following year. This was entitled the Speech of Caunonicus, or an Indian Tradition.* It is dedicated "to his Excellency the most noble RichThe author furard, Marquis Wellesley, K.P." "Caunoninishes the "argument" of the poem. cus, Sachem of the Narraghansetts, having reached his eighty-fourth year at a time a little anterior to the landing of the Pilgrims, and finding his infirmities daily increasing, assembled his people round the council fire, and previous to the act of resigning his authority to his nephew, delivered an address, in which he informed them of their The hero nature, origin, and approaching fate." is introduced with dignity, amidst the council of chiefs, at the senate fire.

At length-serene, Caunonicus arose,
The patriot Sachem of the rude domain.
He recounts the blessings of his reign:-
If aught my years have added to your store,
Of martial prowess or of useful lore,

If mine has been a mild, propitious sway,
And light your task to follow and obey,
Return to God your thanks! My time is past ;-
I sink before the cold and wintry blast.

To fertile realms I haste,
Compared with which your gardens are a waste;
There, in full bloom eternal Spring abides,
And swarming fishes glide through azure tides.

The origin of "the Pagan Pantheon" is thus disclosed, how a spirit was placed in the sun and another in the sea, and in the fire, with a succession of river gods, when beasts and fishes were formed, and the gigantic mammoth, with whom the primeval deity has a struggle.

Creation groan'd when with laborious birth, Mammoth was born to rule his parent earth,Mammoth! I tremble while my voice recounts, His size that tower'd o'er all our misty mounts,— His weight a balance for yon pine-crowned hills, On whose broad front half heaven in dew distils;— His motions forced the starry spheres to shake, The sea to roar-the solid land to quake. His breath a whirlwind. From his angry eye, Flash'd flames like fires that light the northern sky; The noblest river scarce supplied him drink,— Nor food, the herds that grazed along its brink;— Trampling through forests would the monster pass, Breasting the stoutest oaks like blades of grass!

Creation finished, God a Sabbath kept, And twice two hundred moons profoundly slept; At length from calm and undisturbed repose, With kind intent the sire of nature rose;Northward he bent his course, with parent care, To view his creatures and his love declare, To bless the works his wisdom erst had plann'd, And with fresh bounties fill the grateful land, Hoar Paumpagussit swell'd with conscious pride, And bore the Almighty o'er each looming tide; Sweet flowering bushes sprang where'er he trod, And groves, and vales, and mountains, hail'd their God;

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With more effulgent beams Keesuckquand shone,
And lent to night a splendor like his own.
Thus moved the deity. But vengeful wrath,
Soon gather'd awful glooms around his path,
Approaching near to Mammoth's wide domain,
He view'd the ravage of the tyrant's reign.
Not the gaunt wolf, nor cougar fierce and wild,
Escaped the tusks that all the fields despoil'd,
No beast that ranged the valley, plain or wood,
Was spared by earth's fell chief and his insatiate
brood.

Nor did just anger rest.

Behold, a storm
Of sable horrors clothe the eternal's form.
Loud thunders burst while forked lightnings dart,
And each red bolt transfix'd a Mammoth's heart,
Tall cedars crash'd beneath them falling prone,
And heaven rebellow'd with their dying groan.
So, undermined by inward fires, or time,

Some craggy mount that long has tower'd sublime,
Tumbles in ruins with tremendous sound,
And spreads a horrible destruction round;
The trembling land through all its caverns roars,
And ocean hoarsely draws his billows from the
shores.

Mammoth, meanwhile, opposed his maily hide,
And shagged front, that thunderbolts defied;
Celestial arms from his rough head he shook,
And trampling with his hoofs, the blunted weapons
broke.

At length, one shaft discharged with happier aim, Pierced his huge side and wrapp'd his bulk in flame.

Mad with the anguish of the burning wound,
With furious speed he raged along the ground,
And pass'd Ohio's billows with a bound,-
Thence, o'er Wabash and Illinois he flew,-
Deep to their beds the river gods withdrew
Affrighted nature trembled as he fled,
And God alone, continued free from dread.
Mammoth in terrors-awfully sublime,
Like some vast comet, blazing from our clime,
Impetuous rush'd. O'er Allegany's brow
He leap'd, and howling plung'd to wilds below;
There, in immortal anguish he remains,

No peace he knows;-no balm can ease his pains;
And oft his voice appals the chieftain's breast,
Like hollow thunders murmuring from the west,-
To every Sachem dreadful truths reveals,
And monarchs shudder at its solemn peals.
Such is the punishment, by righteous fate,
The dread avenger of each injured state,
Reserved for tyrant chiefs, who madly dare
Oppress the tribes committed to their care.
Almighty wrath pursues them for their deeds,-
They stab their souls in every wretch that bleeds,
The hideous wound eternal shall endure,-
Remorse, despair,-alas, what skill can cure!

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Mammoth being thus overpowered, man and woman are then brought on the scene:

There God retired, elate, from Mammoth's death,
Form'd man of oak, and quickened him with breath,
Moulding the wood according to his will,

Nine moons his plastic hands employed their skill.
Life's vital fount within the breast he plac'd,
And Reason's seat the brain's nice fabric grac'd,
Superior wisdom beaming from his face,
Proclaim'd the lord of earth and all its race.
Erect and tall the new Commander strode,
In shape and motion noble as a god.

His eye the spirit intellectual fir'd,
His ample heart no vulgar joys desir'd,

For there, though chief, unrivall'd and alone,
Had emulation fix'd her blazing throne.

Next to complete th' Eternal's glorious plan,
Sweet woman rose, the sole compeer of man,
Her voice was soft as Philomela's note,
When Evening's shades o'er flowery vallies float;
Her lips breath'd fragrance, like the breeze of morn,
And her eyes sparkled as the spangled thorn,
Ere glist'ning dews, by heat exhaled away,
Yield their mild splendors to intenser day :-
And silken skin adorn'd her waving form,
Whose glossing texture touch'd, so smooth, so

warm,

Through the thrill'd breast diffused a rapt'rou glow,

And bade the blood with amorous phrenzy flow.
She, like the skies, which gazing tribes adore,
Two beauteous orbs upon her bosom bore,
Whose charms united, bless'd continual view,
While heaven's lights singly deck'd the expansive
blue,

Giving all seasons of man's life to prove,
The bliss of constant and unfading love;
Perfect she shone, the fairest and the best-
Of all God's works the paragon confest.
This pair, the parents of our race design'd,
The solemn rites of holy wedlock joined;
From their embraces, sprang forth at a birth,
Of different sex, two more to people earth,
Thence, still proceeding, num'rous children smil'd,
And gladden'd with their sports the shady wild.
Till Paugautemisk held paternal reign,

O'er the throng'd forest and the busy plain.

An Indian legend of Oswego follows, and the poem closes with a prophecy of the coming Empire.

Lathrop's several addresses and orations were: on the Fourth of July, 1796, for the town authorities of Boston; on the same anniversary, in 1798, at Dedham; a Masonic Address at Charlestown, Mass., June 24, 1811; an Address before the Associated Instructors of Youth, in Boston and vicinity, on the First Anniversary of the Institution, August 19, 1813; Monody Sacred to the Memory of John L. Abbot, who died Oct. 17, 1814. He also published the Pocket Register and Free Mason's Anthology, in 1813.* Of his occasional verses, Knapp quotes the following

ODE FOR THE TWENTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF THE MASSACHUSETTS CHARITABLE FIRE SOCIETY.

If on the haughty warrior's brow,

Is plac'd the crown of deathless fame;
And earth's applauding lords bestow,
Their proudest titles on his name;
Oh say, shall glory's partial hand,
Withhold the meed to pity due,
When plaintive sorrow's grateful band
For wreaths to deck their patrons sue.
A tear-enamelled chaplet weave,

Round Bowdoin's venerated urn,
Where all the patriot virtues grieve,
And votive lamps of science burn;
Sweet charity on Russell's tomb,

A shower of vernal flow'rets throws ;-
And bays of fadeless verdure bloom
O'er classic Minot's calm repose.

New England's worthies grace the pyre,
Where Belknap soar'd for ever blest!
Religion lights her hallow'd fire,

Where pious Stillman's relics rest,—

Knapp's American Biography. Loring's Boston Orators, pp. 255-7. Allen's Biog. Dict.

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