The baffled prince in honour's flattering bloom. His foes' derision, and his subjects' blame, In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, No sounds, alas! would touch th' impervious ear, He turns, with anxious heart and crippled hands, But grant the virtues of a temperate prime But few there are whom hours like these await, Who set unclouded in the gulfs of fate. From Lydia's monarch should the search descend, In life's last scene what prodigies surprise, From Marlborough's eyes the streams of dotage flow, **** Ye nymphs of rosy lips and radiant eyes, By day the frolic, and the dance by night, What care, what rules your heedless charms shall save, Less heard, and less, the faint remonstrance falls; Where then shall hope and fear their objects find? Must no dislike alarm, no wishes rise, No cries invoke the mercies of the skies? Which Heaven may hear, nor deem religion vain. But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice. Safe in His power, whose eyes discern afar Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Counts death kind nature's signal of retreat. Anglo-Saxons and Normans. HARDY. [AMONGST the most learned of our modern race of antiquaries, was Sir Thomas Duffus Hardy, who, in 1819, when he was in his fifteenth year, became a junior clerk in the Record Office in the Tower, and there, working his way with unceasing diligence and rare sagacity, succeeded in 1861 to the important office of Deputy-Keeper of the Public Records, vacant by the death of Sir Francis Palgrave. Sir T. Hardy was not less remarkable for his original views of great historical questions, and for his power of expounding his opinions, than for his erudition founded upon his long and varied experience. In the vexed question regarding the character and influence of the Anglo-Saxon or Norman element of our literature, Sir Thomas Hardy regards the Norman Conquest as having introduced a higher tone of thought than belonged to the insularity of our Teutonic forefathers. In the following extract from the preface to the second volume of "Descriptive Catalogue of Materials relating to the History of Great Britain and Ireland," 1865, he presents us with a most interesting view of the differences between the conceptions and acquirements of the two races, who, in a couple of centuries, became amalgamated in feelings and principles, each adopting from the other what war excellent in their several distinctive qualities, whether for building up a Litera ture or a State. Sir Thomas Duffus Hardy died in 1878.] The Anglo-Saxon was isolated from the Continent; it was the inevitable tendency of that isolation to shut him up in a narrow round of ideas and still narrower sympathies, to make him perfectly satisfied with his present condition, or rather with that state of degeneracy into which he was insensibly sinking deeper and deeper from age to age. His literature is the exact counterpart of that moral and intellectual condition. To force him out of those habits was the inevitable consequence of the Conquest. To bring him into violent collision with a race of conquerors whose habits of life, whose social condition, whose cosmopolitan tendencies were directly opposed to his own, was the bitter but salutary fruit of his submission to the Norman. The Anglo-Saxon never rose above local attachments; his own soil, his own parish, his own saint were sufficient for him, and he sought no further. His writings were like himself. With the exception of Beda, and perhaps of Alfred, there is no Anglo-Saxon author who exhibits any interest for what was or had been going on in Christendom beyond the narrow range of his own experience. He had no sense of a common brotherhood; no value for things removed from himself and his own immediate observation; even that intense attraction which Rome, as the visible representative of the past, once exercised over his imagination had ceased to stimulate him. The history of the Anglo-Saxon from the time of King Alfred to the Norman Conquest is little else than the history of disorganisation, degeneracy, and decay. On any other theory it would be impossible to explain how a people who had spent more than two centuries in mastering the unwarlike Britons should in less than two years have been so completely overawed by a handful of Normans as never to attempt to rise and rid themselves of their conquerors. The noble and the gentle, swept into one undistinguished serfdom with their slaves, were content, like submissive bondsmen, to till the land they had occupied before as masters, Therefore, that the Anglo-Saxon, already sunk before the Conquest into the lowest stage of feebleness, should never recover his independence after the Conquest will scarcely appear remarkable. He bowed his head without resistance to a stronger and more energetic race. But that a people, so given to song as the Anglo-Saxon, so attached to their native soil, to their here. ditary traditions, to their old masters and customs, should have left no songs behind them to indicate their feelings under the change, that they should have apparently produced not a |