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ATEngland's pie tiro; list to hear our noble Many addedtafitching bark put out to pry along
the coast, I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inin ancient days,
land many a post. When that great fleet invincible against her with his white hair unbonnetted, the stout bore in vain
old sheriff comes ; The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest Behind him march the halberdiers; before hearts of Spain.
him sound the drums; His yeomen round the market-cross make
clear an ample space, It was about the lovely close of a warm For there behoves him to set up the standard summer day,
of Her Grace. There came a gallant merchant ship full sail And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily to Plymouth Bay;
dance the bells, Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet, be- As slow upon the labouring wind the royal yond Aurigny's isle,
blazon swells. At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving Look how the Lion of the Sea lifts up his anmany a mile.
cient crown, At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's And underneath his deadly paw treads the especial grace;
gay lilies down. And the tall Pinta till the moon had held her So stalked he when he turned to flight, on close in chase.
that famed Picard field, Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Cæalong the wall;
sar's eagle shield; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edg- So glared he when at Agincourt in wrath he cumbe's lofty hall;
turned to bay,
And crushed and torn beneath his claws the From all the batteries of the Tower pealed princely hunters lay.
loud the voice of fear, Ho! strike the flag-staff deep, Sir Knight; And all the thousand masts of Thames sent ho! scatter flowers, fair maids;
back a louder cheer; Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute; ho! gallants, And from the furthest ward was heard the draw your blades !
rush of hurrying feet, Thou sun, shine on ber joyously! ye breezes, And the broader streams of pikes and flags waft her wide
rushed down each roaring street. Our glorious SEMPER EADEM, the banner of our And broader still became the blaze, and loudpride!
er still the din,
As fast from every village round the horse The freshening breeze of eve unfurled that
came spurring in; banner's massy fold;
And eastward straight from wild Blackheath The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that
the warlike errand went, haughty scroll of gold;
And roused in many an ancient hall the galNight sank upon the dusky beach and on the
lant squires of Kent. purple sea,
Southward from Surrey's pleasant hills flew Such night in England ne'er had been, nor
those bright couriers forth; ne'er again shall be.
High on bleak Hampstead's swarthy moor From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from
they started for the north; Lynn to Milford Bay,
And on, and on, without a pause, untired, That time of slumber was as bright and busy
they bounded still : as the day ;
All night from tower to tower they sprang; For swift to east and swift to west, the
they sprang from hill to hill, ghastly war-flame spread
Till the proud peak unfurled the flag o'er High on St. Michael's Mount it shone; it Darwin's rocky dales, shone on Beachy Head.
Till, like volcanoes, flared to heaven the stormy Far on the deep each Spaniard saw, along hills of Wales ; each southern shire,
Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those
Malvern's lonely height; twinkling points of fire.
Till streamed in crimson on the wind the The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's Wrekin's crest of light; glittering waves ;
Till broad and fierce the star came forth on The rugged miners poured to war from Men
Ely's stately fane, dip's sunless caves ;
And tower and bamlet rose in arms o'er all O'er Longleat's tower, o'er Cranbourne's
the boundless plain; oaks, the fiery herald flew
Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to LinHe roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the
coln sent, rangers of Beaulieu.
And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the Right sharp and quick the bells all night rang wide vale of Trent; out from Bristol town,
Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on And ere the day three hundred horse had met '
Gaunt's embattled pile, on Clifton down;
And the red glare on Skiddaw roused the The sentinel on Whitehall Gate looked forth
Burgbers of Carlisle. into the night,
THOMAS BABINGTOX MACAULAY. And saw o’erhanging Richmond Hill the
streak of blood-red light. Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death-like silence broke,
THE PERI'S OFFERING. And with one start, and with one cry, the
(From " Lalla Rookh.'') royal city woke.
OWNWARD the Peri turns her gaze, At once on all her stately gates arose the And, through the war field's bloody haze, answering fires;
Beholds a youthful warrior stand At once the wild alarum clashed from all her Alone beside his native river, reeling spires;
The red blade broken in his hand,
And the last arrow in his quiver.
To the gods of bright silver, of gold, and of
stone; Bring forth !” And before him the vessels all
shine, And he bows unto Baal, and he drinks the
Whilst the trumpets bray,
And the cymbals ring : “Praise, praise to Belshazzar, Belsbazzar the
False flew the shaft, though pointed well;
And, when the rush of war was past,
Of morning light, she caught the last, Last glorious drop his heart had shed Before its free-born spirit fled.
"Be this,” she cried, as she winged her flight, “My welcome gift at the Gates of Light. Though foul are the drops that oft distill
On the field of warfare, blood like this,
For Liberty shed, so holy is,
That sparkles among the Bowers of Bliss :
BELSHAZZAR. ELSHAZZAR is king! Belshazzar is lord !
BRYAN W. PROCTER. his board ; Fruits glisten, flowers blossom, meats steam, Now what cometh ? Look, look! without and a flood
menace or call ? Of the wine that man loveth, runs redder than blood;
Who writes, with the lightning's bright hand, And the beauty that maddens the passions of what pierceth the king, like the point of a
on the wall ? earthWild dancers are there, and a riot of mirth;
What drives the bold blood from his cheek to And the crowds all sbout,
his heart? Till the vast roofs ring, “All praise to Belshazzar, Belshazzar the
“Chaldeans! Magicians! the letters expound !” king!”
They are read, and Belshazzar is dead on the
ground! “Bring forth,” cries the monarch, “the ves
Hark! The Persian is come sels of gold,
On a conqueror's wing, Which my father tore down from the temples And a Mede's on the throne of Belshazzar the of old ;
king Bring forth, and we'll drink, while the trum
BRYAN W. PROCTER. pets are blown,
BRUCE'S ADDRESS. COTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Now's the day, and now's the hour Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, See the front of battle lour; Welcome to your gory bed,
See approach proud Edward's power · Or to glorious victory!
Edward! chains and slavery!
deat, wha have we Wallace blad Sests, wharm Bruce has aften Welcome
bed. Or to glorious velosie Now is the day, & now is the hour, See the front to battle louri des approach, hrorud Elderlands
I power edward I lohains & Mavrie Who will be a traitor knave? Tha can fill a coward's grave? ha sae base as be a Slave Traitor Coward, turn &
& the The toi scellend hinger han Otriedom's
sword will strongly drow; o Fare man stana or free. mań Caledonian menu
wars & paines
your sons in service chains prout they shall they shall be free Lay the proud usurpers low
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Traitor! Coward! turn and flee!
By oppression's woes and pains!
But they shall, they shall be free!
Wha for Scotland's king and law
Caledonia! on with me!
Lay the proud usurpers low !
PATRIOTISM. REATHES there the m?n, with soul so High though his titles, proud his name, dead,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Who never to himself hath said,
Despite those titles, power and pelf,
The wretch, concentered all in self,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, If such there breathe, go, mark him well; Unwept, unhonored, and unsung. For him no minstrel raptures swell;
Sir WALTER SCOTT.