would not be unacceptable, on my return to my native country, I would send the *tribute referred to, as an evidence of the feeling existing in America toward the memory of Marco Bozzaris. My offer was gratefully accepted; and afterward, while in the act of mounting my horse to leave Missolonghi, our guide, who had remained behind, came to me with a message from the widow and her daughters, reminding me of my promise. 12. I make no apology for introducing to the public, the widow and daughters of Marco Bozzaris. True, I was received by them in private, without any expectation, either on their part or mine, that all the particulars of the interview would be noted and laid before the eyes of all who choose to read. I hope it will not be considered invading the *sanctity of private life; but, at all events, I make no apology; the widow and children of Marco Bozzaris are the property of the world. CXXIII.-MARCO BOZZARIS. FROM HALLECK. 1. Ar midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk lay dreaming of the hour In dreams, through camp and court, he bore In dreams, his song of triumph heard; 2. At midnight, in the forest shades, There, had the Persian's thousands stood, And now, there breathed that haunted air, As quick, as far as they. 3. An hour passed on; the Turk awoke; He woke, to hear his sentries shriek, "Strike-till the last armed foe expires; 4. They fought, like brave men, long and well; They piled the ground with Moslem slain; They conquered, but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile, when rang their proud hurra, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Like flowers at set of sun. 5. Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Which close the pestilence are broke, The groan, the knell, the *pall, the bier, Of agony, are thine. But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word. The thanks of millions yet to be. 6. Bozzaris! with the storied brave, Greece nurtured in her glory's time, We tell thy doom without a sigh, CXXIV.-SONG OF THE GREEK BARD. GEORGE GORDON BYRON, one of the most distinguished of English poets, was born in London, in 1788. His poems are numerous, and display astonishing skill in versification, a wonderful perception of the sublime and beautiful, and an intellectual power, perhaps never surpassed. Unfortunately, however, his great genius was exerted too much against all that is good, if not in favor of all that is evil. He embarked in the cause of the Greek revolution, and died at Missolonghi, in 1824. A modern Greek is here supposed to compare the present +degeneracy of his country with its ancient glory, and to utter his lamentations in the words of the song. The KING referred to in the 4th stanza is Xerxes, king of Persia. 1. THE Isles of Greece! the Isles of Greece! 2. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, 3. The mountains look on +Marathon, And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free; For, standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. 4. A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born +Salamis; And men in nations,-all were his! And when the sun set, where were they? 5. And where are they? And where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more! 6. Must we but weep o'er days more blest? 7. What, silent still? and silent all? 8. In vain-in vain!-strike other chords; How answers each bold +Bacchanal! 9. You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, The nobler and the manlier one? 10. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! 11. The tyrant of the Chersonese Was Freedom's best and bravest friend; Oh! that the present hour would lend Such chains as his were sure to bind. 12. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Where nothing, save the waves and I, CXXV.-ON THE REMOVAL OF THE BRITISH TROOPS. EXTRACT from Lord Chatham's speech, in favor of the removal of the British troops from Boston, delivered in the House of Lords, January 20, 1775. 1. MY LORDS: when I urge this measure of recalling the troops from Boston, I urge it on the pressing principle, that it is necessarily preparatory to the restoration of your peace, and the establishment of your prosperity. It will then appear, that you are disposed to treat *amicably and 'equitably; and to consider, revise, and repeal those violent acts and declarations which have disseminated confusion throughout your empire. 2. Resistance to your acts was necessary, as it was just; and your vain declarations of the omnipotence of parliament, and your imperious doctrines of the necessity of submission, will be found equally impotent to convince, or to enslave your fellow-subjects in America, who feel, that tyranny, whether exercised by an individual part of the legislature, or by the bodies which compose it, is equally intolerable to British subjects. I therefore urge and conjure your lordships, immediately, to adopt this conciliating measure. I will pledge |