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on which I stood? Where are the forms either, or the looks of love that breathed in the innumerable company that moved around me? I sunk down overpowered and wretched; I crept into a corner, and tried to hide myself, for I felt that I had nothing in unison with the blessed creatures of such a place; they were moving in a dance to the music, to the harmony of songs that never fell upon mortal ear; my guide joined in raptures, and I was left alone. I saw the tall forms all fair and brilliant in their ineffable felicity, their songs and looks of gratitude forming the circumstances and differences of each.

"At length I saw one taller than the rest, one every way more fair, more awful, surpassing thought, and to him every eye was turned, and in his face every face was brightened. The songs and the dance were to his honor, and all seemed to drink from him their life and joy. As I gazed in speechless and trembling amazement, one who saw me left the company, and came where I stood. "Why" he asked, "art thou silent? come quickly and unite in the dance, and join in the song." I felt a sudden anger in my heart and I answered with sharpness-"I will not join in your song, for I know not the strain; I will not unite in your dance, for I know not the measure." He sighed, and with a look of surprising and humiliating pity, returned to his place. About a minute after another came, and addressed me as he had done, and with the same temper I answered him in the same words; he seemed as though he could have resigned his own dazzling glory to have changed me; if Heaven knew anguish, he seemed to have felt it, but he left me and returned. What could it be that put such tempers into my heart?

"At length the lord of this glorious company of these living forms of light saw me, and came where I stood. I thrilled in every pulse with awc; I felt my blood curdle, and the flesh upon me tremble, and my heart grew hard, and my voice was bold. He spoke, and deep toned music seemed to issue from his lips. "Why sittest thou so still, when all around thee are glad? Come join in the dance, for I have triumphed! Come join in the song for now my people reign." Love ineffable, unutterable, beamed upon me as though it would have melted a heart of stone, but I melted not. I gazed an instant, and then said, I will not join in the song, for I know not the strain; I will not join in the dance for I know not the measure." Creation would have fled at the change of his countenance. His glance was lightning, and in a voice louder than ten thousand thunders, he said, "Then what doest thou here?" The floor beneath me opened, the earth quaked, and the whirlwind encompassed me, and I "sunk into tormenting flame." With the fright I awoke.”

There was silence for a time, for the sisters were struck with awe. They considered the dream, the deep impression it had inade. "Anne," said they, "we cannot wish you to forget this

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and formed the Cisalpine Republic. At the age of 29 he received the command of the army against Egypt, scattered the clouds of Mameluke cavalry, mastered Alexandria, Aboukir, and Cairo, and wrested the land of the Pharaohs and Ptolemies from the proud descendants of the prophet. At the age of 30 he fell among the Parisians like a thunderbolt, overthrew the directorial government; dispersed the council of five hundred, and was proclaimed first consul. At the age of 31 he crossed the Alps with an army and destroyed the Austrians by a blow at Marengo. At the age of 32 he established the Code of Napoleon; in the same year he was elected consul for life by the people; and at the age of 34 he was crowned Emperor of the French nation.

William Pitt, the first earl of Chatham, was but 27 years of age, when, as a member of Parliament he waged the war of a giant against the corruptions of Sir Robert Walpole.

The younger Pitt was scarcely 20 years of age, when, with masterly power he grappled with the veterans of Parliament, in favor of America. At 22 he was called to the high and responsible trust of chancellor of the exchequer.

It was at that age when he came forth in his might on the affairs of the East Indies. At 25 he was first Lord of the Treasury.

Edmund Burke, at the age of 19, planned a refutation of the metaphysical theories of Berkeley and Hume. At 20 he was in the Temple, the admiration of its inmates for the brilliancy of his genius and the variety of his acquisitions. At 26 he published his celebrated satire, entitled "A vindication of Natural Society." The same year he published his Essay on the Sublime and Beautiful-so much admired for its spirit of philosophical investigation, and the elegance of his language. At 29, during the first insanity of George III, he rallied around the Prince of Wales.

George Washington was only 27 years of age when he covered the retreat of the British troops at Braddock's defeat; and the same year was appointed commander in chief of all the Virginia forces.

Alexander Hamilton was a lieutenant-colonel in the army of the Revolution, and aid-de-camp to Washington, at the age of 20. At 25 he was a member of Congress from New York; at 30, he was one of the ablest members of the Convention that formed the Constitution of the United States. At 31, he was a member of the New York Convention and joint author of the great work entitled the "Federalist." At 32 he was Secretary of the Treasury of the United States, and arranged the financial branch of government upon so perfect a plan, that no great improvement has ever been made upon it by his successors.

At the age of 26, Thomas Jefferson was a leading member of the Colonial Legislature in Virginia. At 30, he was a member of the Virginia Convention; at 32, a member of Congress; and at 33, he drafted the Declaration of Independence.

Milton, at the age of 20, had written his finest miscellaneous Poems, including his L'Allegro, Penseroso, Comus, and the most beautiful of his Monodies.

Lord Byron, at the age of 20, published his celebrated satire upon the English Bards and Scotch Reviewers: at 24, the two first Cantos of Childe Harrold's Pilgrimage, indeed all the vast poetic treasures of his genius

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