The noiseless tide of time, all bearing down to vaft eternity's unbounded fea, he stemm'd alone; and to the fource (involv'd But who can number up his labours? who his high difcoveries fing? When but few of the deep-studying race can stretch their minds to what he knew: in fancy's lighter thought, How shall the mufe then grafp the mighty theme? THOMSON. SECT. SECT. LXIII. ON LIBERTY. My foul is fick with ev'ry day's report of brotherhood is fever'd as the flax He finds his fellow guilty of a skin and worse than all, and moft to be deplor'd, and and they themselves, once ferried o'er the wave Slaves cannot breathe in ENGLAND; if their lungs of all your empire, that where BRITAIN's power COWPER. O Liberty, thou goddess heav'nly bright, profuse of blifs, and pregnant with delight! Eternal pleasure in thy prefence reign, and smiling plenty leads thy wanton train; eas'd of her load subjection grows more light, and poverty looks cheerful in thy fight; thou mak'ft the gloomy face of nature gay, giv'ft beauty to the fun, and pleasure to the day. Thee, goddefs, thee BRITANNIA's ifle adores;" how has the oft exhausted all her stores, how oft, in fields of death, thy prefence sought, nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought! On foreign mountains, let the fun refine the grape's foft juice, and mellow it to wine; with citron groves adorn a distant soil; and the fat olive fwell with floods of oil: we envy not the warmer clime, that lies in ten degrees of more indulgent skies, 'tis Liberty that crown's BRITANNIA's ifle, that makes her barren rocks and bleakeft mountains (mile. ADDISON. SECT. SECT. LXIV. OF PATRIOTISM. Dulce et decorum eft pro patria mori. Dear is the tie that links the anxious fire to the fond babe that prattles round his fire; But not th' endearing springs that fondly move nor all the ties that kindred bofoms bind, nor all the friendship's holy wreaths entwin'd, are half fo dear, fo potent to controul the generous workings of the patriot foul, as is that holy voice that cancels all thofe ties, that bids him for his country fall. nor heaves one figh for all he leaves below. WHEN EDWARD the Third, difappointed of the throne of France by the brave refiftance of the garrifon of Calais, refolved to take revenge, and demanded fix of the principal inhabitants of that place, to be led to him with halters about their necks, as a due atonement for VOL. IV. 4 U the the crime of refiftance to their lawful fovereign, as he chose to style himself, the governor EUSTACE SAINT PIERRE first of all voluntarily and cheerfully gave himfelf up as a ransom for the city, and " I doubt not," says he, "there are many here as ready, nay, more zealous for "this martyrdom than I can be, however modefty and the fear of imputed oftentation may withhold them from being 66 66 foremost in exhibiting their merits."-" Yes there are," exclaimed his fon.-"Ah, my child!" (cried St. P1ERRE) "I am then twice facrificed.—But no.—I have "rather begotten thee a fecond time.-Thy years are few, " but full, my fon; the victim of virtue has reached the "utmost purpose and goal of mortality."-" Who next, "my friends?-This is the hour of heroes."-" Your "kinfman!" (cried JAMES WISSANT).-" Your kinf"man!" (cried PETER WISSANT).-"Ah!" (exclaimed Sir WALTER MAUNY, bursting into tears), "Why was I not a citizen of Calais ?” The fixth victim was still wanting, but was supplied by lot, from numbers who were emulous of fo ennobling an example. The keys of the city were then delivered to Sir WALTER. He took the fix prisoners into his cuftody. But + before they departed, the citizens defired permiffion to take |