THE DEATH OF LAFAYETTE. BY T. A. WORRALL. COME forth, pavilioned cloud, And let night's mantle o'er the earth be spread- The widow's and the orphan's tears be shed- Toll now the muffled bell, Its death-cry well may speak a nation's wo- It is the festival of grief-we go With measured steps-while rolls the funeral drum, As if a great calamity had come. Fond memory turns to him Who was a nation's foreign, cherished son Whose fame time cannot dim; While age on age shall keep what he hath won. Ours is no clamorous cry, Or vulgar wo, the mockery of grief! The brave and good must die. He sunk to earth, as falls the Autumn's leaf; A knell comes o'er the deepThe nations' lamentation for the dead, Whose clay is wrapp'd in sleep! We shall no more behold the form which bled With sires, who fell upon their country's heights- Weep, freemen, in your sadness! When despots strewed your mother earth with dead, His young heart beat with gladness, To seek for honour on the warrior's bed: A name, or else a grave! He left the crowd France! thou hast cause for wo Thy brave will weep-thy good cannot forget; The chief among thy chief-thy sun hath set; Weep when thy thought returns To the dark era of thy bloody hour; And if thy bosom burns That cannibals did riot in thy power, Think of thy chief, betrayed by heartless men— Weep for thy chief, in Olmutz' midnight den! Smile, that his soul was true, "Twas well-that hour a radiance round him throws, No sceptered monarch ever yet obtained— A martyr's wreath! and nobly was it gained. The great may not be good- The truly good are great; thy honour'd just, And chain'd to earth, was greater with his crust, He was the chosen friend Of him who foremost stood upon the earth, Whose spirit gave confederate nations birth: Sarmatia, where's thy power? Now fallen is the mighty-he who stood When the fierce tiger revell'd in thy blood. Pulaski fell in fight De Kalb, in leading freemen to the shock! When nations meet, as ocean strikes the rock! Sleep on, and take your rest Oblivion cannot wrap your deeds in night, Upon our hearts imprest! Time's rolling years shall hallow them in light. Farewell! for ever-Kosciusko sleeps: The last is fallen now, for whom an empire weeps ! PHILADELPHIANS. BY W. H. DAVIDSON. As a true Philadelphian, strongly attached to my native city, and jealous of her reputation, I have often felt mortified on hearing remarks made in disparagement of her hospitality and friendliness towards strangers. If it be so, that the inhabitants of this metropolis are really wanting in attention to a virtue so amiable as hospitality, it is time that a reformation should take place; and every one who has the spirit of brotherly love in his breast, or who desires to promote improvement in all that is "lovely and of good report," should make it his endeavour to contribute to the attainment of a better character in this respect. It does not become us, when we are censured for coldness towards strangers, to be affronted, and hasty in denying the charge; but rather to enquire how far we are justly liable to blame, and by what means our manners may be amended. That the inhabitants of Philadelphia possess the qualities essential to friendship and genuine civility, has not been questioned by any who have frequented our city; on the contrary, the substantial virtues of our citizens have been much eulogised. Strangers, however, have complained of a certain reserve of manner and formality in our conduct to them, at least upon first acquaintance; and it has been frequently said that our sister cities are not liable to this imputation. At the same time, it is well known that such as have brought respectable letters of introduction, have met with a reception highly gratifying to them, and I heard an observation made which deserves to be considered; that the civilities of Philadelphians, are not diminished in proportion to the length of a stranger's visit, as has sometimes been the case in places where there is greater promptitude in offering a welcome. It is true, that we are not in the habit of making extraordinary professions of delight on a first interview, and that the people of this city are cautious in their intercourse with persons whom they do not know to be worthy of regard; we can easily imagine what effect upon the mind of a stranger must be produced by any excessive reserve resulting from this prudence of disposition. Frank and easy manners are very prepossessing, and leave a pleasing impression on one who comes to day and departs to-morrow; a better acquaintance might, in some instances, dispel the illusion produced by mere outward politeness, but there are comparatively few who remain long enough to gain such experience. While it is admitted then, that Philadelphians are somewhat too deliberate in their manner of showing civilities to newly arrived guests, it is not intended to plead guilty to any charge of unsociableness of temper. In order to form a just estimate of the social qualities of any people, it is necessary to consider other traits in their character, and the circumstances of their situation. The inhabitants of this city are a considerate and prudent race, generally and comparatively speaking. They are not easily agitated or thrown into a bustle, but pursue the even. tenor of their way in quietness and sobriety. They are diligent in the transaction of their private or public business, and generally every one has some regu |