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They, by a strange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plunder, I and extended rule. — We, for our country, | our altars, I and our homes. | They follow an adventurer, I whom they fear., I and obey a power, ! which they hate. ! We serve a monarcha whom we love — | a God, whom we adore !!

Whene'er they move, in an'ger, | desolation tracks their prog ress; I where'er they pause, in am'ity, 1 affiction mourns their friend ship. 1 They boast — they come but to improve our state', / enlarge our thoughts', and free us from the yoke of error! | Yesid 1 they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, / who are themselves' | the slaves of passion, av'arice, | and pride. !

They offer us their protection. I Yes," – such protection | as vultures give to lambs', | covering, and devour ing them! | They call on us. I to barter all of good we have inherited, and proved, for the desperate chance of something better, which they prom

ise. I

Be our plain answer this : 1 The throne we honour, / is the people's choice — I the laws we reverence, , are our brave fathers' leg acy.- | the faith we follow, i teaches us, I to live in bonds of charity with all mankind, and die with hopes of bliss, beyond the grave. Tell

your invaders this' ; ; and tell them too', / we seek no change ; | and least of all', / such change, as they would bring us.

CHILDE HAROLD'S ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN.

(BYRON)
O that the desert were my dwell'ing-place, |
With one fair spirit for my minister, 1
That I might all forget the human race', /
And, hating no one, i love but only her ! |

Mỏn'nårk; not monnuck. b Move in anger; not mo-vin-nang'ger. • Pause in amity; not paw-zin-nam'ity. Yis. swer; not plain-nan'swer. í Rev'er-ens; not revurunce.

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Ye elements ! in whose ennobling stir,
I feel myself exalted - | can ye not
Accord me such a being ? | Do I err

In deeming such inhabit ma ny a spot? |
Though with them to converse, can rarely be our lot. I

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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, |
There is a rapture on the lonely shore',
There is society, where none intrudes, I
By the deep sea', / and music in its roar. |
I love not man the less, , but nature more', 1
From these, our interviews, , in which I steal ,
From all I may be, | or have been before, |

To mingle with the universe, and feel,
What I can ne'er express', / yet cannot all conceal. I

Roll, on',a | thou deep, and dark-blue ocean - Troll!!! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; ] Man marks the earth' with ruin — | his control Stops with the shore ; | upon the watery plain | The wrecks are all thy' deed, | nor doth remain A shad'ow of man's ravage, / save his own, I When, for a moment, like a drop of rain',

He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan', | Without a grave,/ unknell'd', uncof fin’d, and unknown.

His steps are not upon thy paths, 1 thy fields , Are not a spoil for him', | thou dost" arise, And shake him from thee; the vile strength, he wields, For earth's destruction, thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies', And send'st him, /'shivering in thy playful spray, And howling to his gods', ?where haply lies, His petty hope', 1 in some near port, or bayi, i Then dashest him again to earth': there let him lay.

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b Důst.

c Port, or bay; not Porter

Roll on; not roll-lon'. Bay. d Agen'.

The armaments which thunderstrike the walls ,
Of rock-built cities, | bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their cap.itals, i
The oak leviathans, / whose huge ribs, make, I
Their clay-creator, the vain title take 1
Of lord of thee', , and arbiter of war;
These are thy toys, , and, as the snowy flake', i

They melt into thy yest of waves, which mar, Alike, 'the Armada’sc pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. |

Thy shores are empires, chang’d in all save thee - 1
Assyria, Greece', Rome',/Carthage, what are they? ;
Thy waters wasted them while they were free, i
And many a tyrant since ; | their shores obey
The stranger, slave', or savage; | their decay,
Has dri'd up realms to deserts :- | not so thou', /
Unchangeable, | save to thy wild waves' play,

Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow Such as creation's dawn' beheld, thou rollest now.

Thou glorious mir'ror, | 'where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tem pests; | ’in all' time, i
Calm, or convuls'd -1 in breeze', or gale', or storm, |
Icing the pole', | or in the torrid clime,
Dark-heaving; | boundless, send'less, and sublime-1
The image of eternity - | 'the throne,
Of the Invis ible; / 'even from out thy slime',

The monsters of the deep , are made ; | each zone Obeys thee ;|thou goest forth, dread',lfäth'omless, lalone.

sp And I have lov'd' thee, o'cean! | and my joy, Of youthful sports, was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, on'ward : | from a boy'ı I wanton'd with thy breakers : | they to me, , Were a delight'; , and, if the fresh'ning sea Made them a terror - | 't was a plea sing fear, For I was, as it were , a child of thee, i

And trusted to thy billows, far, and near, I And laid my hand upon thy mane' - as I do here. !

Mỏn'nårks ; not mon'nucks. "Yést. «Ar-ma'-dåz. « Tråf-fål-går'.

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APOSTROPHE TO TIIE QUEEN OF FRANCE.

(BURKE.) It is now sixteen, or seventeen years', / since I saw the queen of France, I then the dauphiness, | at Versailles'; / and surely, never lighted on this orb, | (which she hardly seemed to touch) a more delightful vision. | I saw her just above the horizon, | decorating, and cheering the elevated sphere, I she just began to move in- glittering like the morning star - | full of life', 1 and splen'dour, and joy, I 'Oh what a revolu tion! i and what a heart musi I have, to contemplate without emotion, that elevation, and that fall !

Little did I dream', / when she added titles of veneration to those of enthusiastic, distant, respectful love, that she should ever be obliged to carry the sharp antidote against disgrace', | concealed in that bo som —| little did I dream that I should have lived | to see such disasters fallen upon her | in a nation of gallant men',- 1 in a nation of men of hon'our, and of cavaliers. | I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards | to avenge even a look' | that threatened her with insult. | But the age of chivalry is gone. I That of soph'isters, | econ'omists, / and calculators, | has succeeded; and the glory of Europe is extinguished for

ever. 1

Never, never more, , shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex ,- | that proud submission,-1 that dignified obedience', - | that subordination of the heart' which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom. ! The unbought grace of life, I the cheap defence of nations, I the nurse of manly sentiment, and heroic en'terprise, is gone! | It is gone,- that sensibility of principle, - that chastity of honour, which felt å stain like a wound , - | which inspired courage | whilst it mitigated fero'city, - 1 which enno'bled whatever it touched ; , and under which, / vice itself | lost half its evil, 1 by losing all its gross ness. 1

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BATTLE OF WARSAW.

(CAMPBELL.) O sacred Truth!, thy triumph ceas'd awhile, And Hope, thy sister, ceas'd with thee to smile, When leagued Oppression pour'd to northern wars, Her whisker'd pandours, and her fierce hussars, Wav'd her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Peal'd her loud drum, and twang'd her trumpet-horn ; Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van' Presaging wrath to Poland, and to man! | Warsaw's last champion, from her height, survey'd, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ru'in laid - 1 O Heav'n! he cried, my bleeding country, save! | Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? ! What though destruction , sweep these lovely plains— 1 Rise', fellow-men! | our country yet remains' ! | By that dread name, we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live — with her to die, ! | He said — and on the rampart-heights, array'd, I His trusty war'riors, | few, but undismay'd ; | Firm-paced, and slow, | a horrid front' they form; | Still as the breeze', / but dreadful as the storm. ; | Low, murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge', or death, | the watchword, and replyi ; Then peal'd the notes, omnipotent to charm', | And the loud tocsin told their last alarm. In vain, alas! | in vain, ye gallant few! | From rank to rank, your volley'd thunder flew: O bloodiest picture in the book of Time ! Sarma'tia fell, | unwept', | without a crime ; 1 Found not a generous friend, | a pitying foe', 1 Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her wo,

a Pandour (French), Hungarian soldier. • Hủz-zår, one of the Hungarian horsemen, so called from the shout they generally make, at the first onset.

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