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The noiseless tide of time, all bearing down to vast eternity's unbounded sea, he stemm'd alone; and to the source (involv'd deep in primeval gloom) ascending, rais’d his vivid lights to pilot home the deep kiftorian, wilder'd in his darksome way.
But who can number up his labours? who his high discoveries sing? When but few of the deep-studying race can stretch their minds to what he knew : in fancy's lighter thought, How shall the muse then grasp the mighty theme ?
SECT. SECT. LXIII.
My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report
and they themselves, once ferried o'er the wave
O Liberty, thou goddess heav'nly bright, profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight! Eternal pleasure in thy presence 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'st the gloomy face of nature gay, giv'st beauty to the sun, and pleasure to the day. Thee, goddess, thee BRITANNIA's isle adores ; how has she oft exhausted all her stores, how oft, in fields of death, thy presence sought, por thinks the mighty prize loo dearly bought !
On foreign mountains, let the sun refine the grape's fost juice, and mellow it to wine ; with citron groves adorn a distant soil; and the fat olive (well with floods of oil : we envy not the warmer clime, that lies in ten degrees of more indulgent skies, nor at the coarseness of our heav'n repine, though o'er our heads the frozen pleiads shine ; 'tis Liberty that crown's BRITANNIA's isle, that makes her barren rocks and bleakest mountains (mile.
SECT. SECT. LXIV.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
Dear is the tie that links the anxious sire
WHEN EDWARD the Third, disappointed of the throne of France by the brave resistance of the gartison of Calais, resolved 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
the crime of resistance to their lawful sovereign, as he chose to style himself, the governor EustacE SAINT Pierre first of all voluntarily and cheerfully gave himself 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 modesty and the
fear of imputed ostentation may withhold them from being
foremost in exhibiting their merits.”-“ Yes there are,” exclaiined his son." Ah, my child !” (cried St. PiERRE) “ I am tben twice facrificed.-But no.-I have " rather begotten thee a second time.-Thy years are few, “ but full, my son ; the victim of virtue has reached the “ utmost purpose and goal of mortality.”_" Who next,
my friends ? - This is the hour of heroes.”-“ Your kinsman!” (cried JAMES WISSANT).-" Your kins
!" (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 so ennobling an example. The keys of the city were then delivered to Sir WAL
He took the six prisoners into his custody. But before they departed, the citizens desired permission to