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forcing  it  to  rest  for  all  its power and  glory  upon  the breasts  of  its
                         people.
                           To  Treland  ton— impulsive  Ireland— the  land  of  genius,  of  elo­
                         quence,  and  of  valor,  il  is  rapidly  carrying the  blessings  of  a restored
                         freedom  2-r-ci  happiness.   In  France,  all  of  political  liberty  which
                         belongs  to  her,  is  to  be  traced  to  it;  and  even  now  it is  to  be  seen
                         cheering,  animating,  and  guiding the  classic  land  of  Italy,  making  the
                         very  streets  of  Rome  itself  to  ring  with  shouts  of  joy  and  gratitude
                         for  its presence.   Sir,  such  a  spirit  suffers  no  inactivity,  and  needs  no
                         incentive.   Tt admits  of  neither  enlargement  nor  restraint.   Upon  its
                         own  clastic  and  never-tiring  wing,  it is  now  soaring  over  the  civilized
                         world,  everywhere  leaving  its  magic  arid  abiding  charm.   I  say,  then,
                         try  not,  seek  no I  to  aid  it.   Bring  no  physical  force  to  succor  it.
                         Such  an  adjunct would  serve  only  to  corrupt  and  paralyze  its  efforts.
                         Leave it  to  itself,  and  soyner  or  later,  man  will  be  free,
                                                                            RiiviiKUif  J ohnson.

                                              ON  THE  RAPPAHANNOCK.

                                 r p I I E  sun  had  dropped  into the  distant west,
                                   [    The  cannons  ceased  to  roar,  which tells  of  rest,
                                         Rest from  the  shedding of  a  nation’s  blood,
                                        Rest to lay  their comrades  ’neath tiie sod.

                                 3Twas  early  spring,  and  calm  and  still  the  night,
                                 The  moon  had  risen, casting  softest  light;
                                 On  dlhcr  side  of  stream  the  armies  lay,
                                 Waiting for  morn,  to  then  renew  the  fray.

                                 So neiir together  a  sound  was  heard  by  all,
                                 Kach  could  hear the  other's  sen try-call.
                                 The bivouac  fires  burned  brightly  on  each  hill.
                                 And  save  the  tramp  of  pickets  ah  was  stil1

                                 The  Rappahannock  silently  Hows  on
                                 Between the hills  so  fair  to  Jo ok  upon,
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