Definitions.—­1.  Ma-neu’vers, movements. 2.  Dem-on-stra’-tions, expression of the feelings by outward signs.  Port-man’teau (pro. port-man’to), a traveling bag, usually made of leather.  Con-fi-dant’, one to whom secrets are intrusted. 3.  Dis-patch’, a message. 6.  Phi-los’o-phy, reasoning. 7.  Ma-chin’ist, a constructor of ma-chines and engines.  Mort’gaged (pro. mor’gajd), given as security for debt. 9.  Ging’ham, a kind of cotton cloth which is dyed before it is woven. 10.  Pan’to-mime, acting without speaking, dumb show. 12.  Hys-ter’ic-al, convulsive, fitful.

LX.  MAKE WAY FOR LIBERTY.

James Montgomery (b. 1771, d. 1854) was born in Irvine, Ayrshire, Scotland.  His father, a Moravian preacher, sent him to a Moravian school at Fulneck, Yorkshire, England, to be educated.  In 1794 he started “The Sheffield Iris,” a weekly paper, which he edited, with marked ability, till 1825.  He was fined and imprisoned twice for publishing articles decided to be seditious.  His principal poetical works are “The World before the Flood,” “Greenland,” “The West Indies,” “The Wanderer in Switzerland,” “The Pelican Island,” and “Original Hymns, for Public, Private, and Social Devotion.”  Mr. Montgomery’s style is generally too diffuse; but its smoothness and the evident sincerity of his emotions have made many of his hymns and minor poems very popular.  A pension of 300 Pounds a year was granted to him in 1833.

1.  “Make way for Liberty!” he cried;
   Made way for Liberty, and died!

2.  In arms the Austrian phalanx stood,
   A living wall, a human wood! 
   A wall, where every conscious stone
   Seemed to its kindred thousands grown;
   A rampart all assaults to bear,
   Till time to dust their frames should wear
   A wood like that enchanted grove,
   In which, with fiends, Rinaldo strove,
   Where every silent tree possessed
   A spirit prisoned in its breast,
   Which the first stroke of coming strife
   Would startle into hideous life: 
   So dense, so still, the Austrians stood,
   A living wall, a human wood!

3.  Impregnable their front appears,
   All horrent with projected spears,
   Whose polished points before them shine,
   From flank to flank, one brilliant line,
   Bright as the breakers’ splendors run
   Along the billows to the sun.

4.  Opposed to these, a hovering band,
   Contending for their native laud;
   Peasants, whose new-found strength had broke
   From manly necks the ignoble yoke,
   And forged their fetters into swords,
   On equal terms to fight their lords;
   And what insurgent rage had gained,
   In many a mortal fray maintained: 
   Marshaled once more at Freedom’s call,
   They came to conquer or to fall,
   Where he who conquered, he who fell. 
   Was deemed a dead or living Tell!