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for his culture, for the education and the opportunities of his children, for generous beneficence to his fellow-man, one would be a fool to say that a person who made money was not in that respect a success. But there is a success which may not come to everybody, but is still as distinct as the millions and more precious.

That man would be false to the first duty of American citizenship and the first duty that a man owes his family, who did not use all the powers that God had given him to secure a position in life where his income would sustain him in independence. When a man has once got himself to a place where his income, of which he is sure by his exertions, is sufficient to enable him to live comfortably, he is successful. When, in addition to that, he has a home, however humble, free from mortgage, and in fee simple, he is an American success: All the rest is mere addition—just so much more of the same kind.

But there is a success which comes to the cultured and the educated man, which gives a pleasure, a joy, an exquisite delight different from anything which money can buy. We all know the university man and the woman who has graduated from one of our first institutions for the higher education of girls. We all know them, living in the community, either in professions or in business. Leaders in the church with their trained ability; leaders in every benevolent and charitable enterprise; leaders in everything which promotes the culture and the art resources of the town.

In these United States of America a liberal education

is a duty. Here liberty rests upon the intelligence of the people, and it is pure or it is base according to the character of that intelligence.

be nef' i cence, practice of doing good. e quip' ment, outfit.

ex' qui site, intense; keen.

fee simple, property held absolutely without condition.

in tel' li gence, acquired knowledge.
la ment', regret; deplore.

op' por tu' ni ty, a chance.
poign' ant (poin), keen.
pro found', deep-felt; intense.

THE ISLES OF GREECE.

LORD BYRON.

(From "Don Juan.")

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece !
Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
Where grew the arts of war and peace,-
Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,

But all, except their sun, is set.

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And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone,

I dreamed that Greece might still be free;
For standing on the Persians' grave,
I could not deem myself a slave.

A king sate on the rocky brow

Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis;
And ships, by thousands, lay below,

And men in nations;-all were his!
He counted them at break of day-
And when the sun set where were they?

And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now

The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?

'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame,

Even as I sing, suffuse my face;
For what is left the poet here?
For Greeks a blush for Greece a tear.
Must we but weep o'er days more blest?
Must we but blush? —Our fathers bled.
Earth! render back from out thy breast

A remnant of our Spartan dead!
Of the three hundred grant but three,
To make a new Thermopylæ !

What, silent still? and silent all?

Ah! no;-the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall,

And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise,—we come, we come!" 'Tis but the living who are dumb.

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You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?

Of two such lessons, why forget

The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gaveThink ye he meant them for a slave?

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The tyrant of the Chersonese

Was freedom's best and bravest friend;
That tyrant was Miltiades!

O! that the present hour would lend
Another despot of the kind!

Such chains as his were sure to bind.

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Trust not for freedom to the Franks-
They have a king who buys and sells:
In native swords, and native ranks,

The only hope of courage dwells;
But Turkish force, and Latin fraud,
Would break your shield, however broad.

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Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing, save the waves and I,
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;

There, swan-like, let me sing and die:
A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine-
Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!

A PRAYER OF MOSES.

(The Bible.)

Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place

In all generations.

Before the mountains were brought forth,

Or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the

world,

Even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.

Thou turnest man to destruction;

And sayest, Return, ye children of men.
For a thousand years in thy sight
Are but as yesterday when it is past,
And as a watch in the night.

Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep:

In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.
In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up;
In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
For we are consumed in thine anger,

And in thy wrath are we troubled.

Thou hast set our iniquities before thee,

Our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath :
We bring our years to an end as a tale that

is told.

The days of our years are threescore years and ten,
Or even by reason of strength fourscore years;
Yet is their pride but labour and sorrow ;

For it is soon gone, and we fly away.

Who knoweth the power of thine anger,

And thy wrath according to the fear that is due unto thee?

So teach us to number our days,

That we may get us an heart of wisdom.

Return, O Lord; how long?

And let it repent thee concerning thy servants.
O satisfy us in the morning with thy mercy;
That we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
Make us glad according to the days wherein thou
hast afflicted us,

And the years wherein we have seen evil.

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