And, flashing to the orient light, And shakes, beneath the lightning's glare, Hence! ye thought my grave to spoil, History drops her mouldering scroll, And never shall reveal the name, Of him who scorns her transient fame." Plattsburgh. 'Tis silence all-above, beneath, Along the hill's bleak brow, Along the marsh's yellow heath, - Silent as death, and yet thy flood, Yet from that hill, the sweeping shell Rung shout and charge, and dying groan. X. And still the work of war is there; The strip'd flag wavering to the air, The shatter'd battlement. And darker still, the heaps that heave These are the bones of warrior-men, The hearts that here lie low. But our's the grief, and guilt, and stain, They came in triumph o'er the tide Nor e'er from toil or triumph came Such hands of might, such souls of flame. "God and the Right," their charging word, Stronger than helm or mail, The prayer of Europe on their sword, Its shout upon the gale. Like Heaven's own lightnings rushing on They smote the Oppressor on his throne. Their rest was short. They rose again, To crush the vilest foe That ever shrunk on land or main Before a Briton's blow: That all their father-spirit gone, Bowed basest to that bloody throne! Slaves in their souls! their native scorn To freedom, honour given; Where England wars for Heaven. There's not a form of all that lie But to his knee some infant clung, Dreamers! away! your clasp no more And shall they perish all! and blood Nor call to Heav'n from field and flood Thoughtless of triumph or of stain, If basely screen'd from scourge and chain. They died, they gave their lives as free As foam upon the wave, Alike to them, on shore or sea, The passage to the grave. The distaff and the warrior's brand. St. Helena Races.-The Knowing Ones taken-in. -These races, which took place in September last, presented the sporting amateurs with a novelty, such as perhaps is not to be found, recorded n the annals of horse-racing. An officer of the Lady Carrington undertook to trot one of those immense dray-horses which are made use of in London, and which had been brought out in that ship for the purpose of drawing the stores up from the beach, against an ambling nag of the island, whose favourite pace was a canter. The match was made for 20 guineas, and the distance to be trotted was one mile. Considerable curiosity was excited. At the appointed time, the gen tleman who rode the daisy cutter, was upon the ground, waiting for his opponent, the knight of the Dray-horse, who soon made his appearance over the top of the last hill, which he had to surmount on his way from town to Deadwood; for he rode all the way up, nothing fearful of fatiguing his colossal beast, of whom it was truly observed, "the trembling earth resounds his tread." He was accoutred, if not in Dandy, yet something in Dandy Dinmont-like style, with a large white frock coat, a white hat, the slouching brim of which had "ample room and verge enough" to shield its wearer from both sun and rain; large top boots, and his dexter hand flourishing a long whip. As they rose over the brow of the mountain, the horse and the rider had more the appearance of one of those gigantic shapes which the mists often assume in a mountainous region, than animals of blood and bone. They started, and bets ran high against poor dobbin, but his opponent, perhaps, scorning such a competition, or finding a trot uneasy to his rigidity of limb, soon broke off into his accustomed two-up and two-down, and was consequently obliged to return, and start anew. He did so, but with no better success, yet still bets were in his favour; a third time he started, but still beginning never ending," was a third time obliged to return. The tide now turned in dobbin's favour, who all this while kept on "the even tenour of his trot," "And backward and forward he switched his long tail, "As a gentleman switches his cane." And finally, his plodding industry and perseverance, as is often the case in the more important competitions of men, as well as horses, carried off the prize from his fleet but unsteady rival; and he came in winner of the race, amidst the loud laughter and acclamations of almost the whole population of the island.-Evening Paper. On Hydrophobia.-To the Editor of the Times.-Sir, Having read in the Medical and Physical Journal some of Dr. Pincard's very admirable remarks on Hydrophobia, I am induced to address this letter to you, fearful that what he has so well observed will not sufficiently soon circulate for public good. The very fatal cases that have of late been given us is surely enough to |