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If vital hope be wanting to restore,
Brave Schill! by death deliver'd, take thy flight
From Prussia's timid region.* Go, and rest
With heroes, 'mid the islands of the Blest,
Or in the fields of empyrean light.
A meteor wert thou crossing a dark night:
Yet shall thy name, conspicuous and sublime,
Stand in the spacious firmament of time,
Fix'd as a star: such glory is thy right.
Alas! it may not be ; for earthly fame
Is Fortune's frail dependant: yet there lives
A Judge, who, as man claims by merit, gives;
To whose all-pondering mind a noble aim,
Faithfully kept, is as a noble deed;
In whose pure sight all virtue doth succeed.
Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid
6 The gentle anil heroic Hoffer was at last betrayed, captured, and brought to a court-martial; and Napoleon, on learning that the court would not convict him.eenta peremptoiy order for him to be pnt to death within twenty-four hours. A most mean and execrable murder I
6 Schill waa a Prussian colonel, and something of a poet withal, whose patriotic songs did much to rekindle the old national spirit in his countrymen. While Napoleon was holding Prussia under his feet year alter year, and was fleecing, skinning. and plucking her t.. the very bone, lie gathered a band of patriots abont him, and in l80!l prematurely headed an insurrection against the oppressors. A French army being sent against him, he took refuge in Straslund. There he was besieged, and the result was yet doubtful, when he was killed, and his heroic band, left withont a leader, soon dispersed.
Curses arc his dire portion, scorn, and hate,
Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue nor pen
INDIGNATION OF A HIGH-MINDED SPANIARD. 1810.
We can endure that He should waste our lands,
Despoil our temples, and by sword and flame
Return us to the dust from which we came;
Such food a Tyrant's appetite demands:
And we can brook the thought that by his hands
Spain may be overpower'd, and he possess,
For his delight, a solemn wilderness
Where all the brave lie dead. But, when of bands
Which he will break for us he dares to speak,
Of benefits, and of a future day
When our cnlighten'd minds shall bless his sway;9
Then, the strain'd heart of fortitude proves weak ;
Our groans, our blushes, our pale cheeks declare
That he has power to inflict what we lack strength to bear.
1 Don Joseph Palafox was a Spanish nobleman, and one of the few men in his class who were then a eredit to it^ He held the chief command in Saragossa during the siege of that place; at the time of the surrender he was sick almost unto death; and as soon as he was able to travel he was conducted a close prisoner into France, and there lost sight of. Jones, in his Sieges of the J'eninsula, says that, "while heroin selt-devotion, unshaken loyalty, and exalted patriotism are held in estimation among mankind, the name of Palafox, blended with that of Saragossa, will be immortal"
8 While Napoleon was holding Spain by the throat, and harrowing her people with all the calamities of a war treacherously begun and madly prosecuted, he etill fcried to conciliate them with promises of freedom and enlightenment, ami a good ". generally.
AVaunt all specious pliancy of mind
In men of low degree, all smooth pretence!
I better like a blunt indifference,
And self-respecting slowness, disinclined
To win me at first sight: and be there join'd
Patience and temperance with this high reserve,
Honour that knows the path and will not swerve;
Affections, which, if put to proof, are kind ;
And piety towards God. Such men of old
Were England's native growth; and, throughout Spain,
(Thanks to high God!) forests of such remain:
Then for that Country let our hopes be bold;
For mateh'd with these shall policy prove vain,
Her arts, her strength, her iron, and her gold.
O'erweening Statesmen have full long relied
On fleets and armies, and external wealth:
But from within proceeds a Nation's health;
Which shall not fail, though poor men cleave with pride
To the paternal floor; or turn aside,
In the throng'd city, from the walks of gain,
As being all unworthy to detain
A Soul by contemplation sanctified.
There are who cannot languish in this strife,—
Spaniards of every rank, by whom the good
Of such high course was felt and understood;
Who to their Country's canse have bound a life
Erewhile, by solemn conseeration, given
To labour and to prayer, to Nature and to Heaven.
The power of Armies is a visible thing,
Here pause: the poet claims at least this praise,
That virtuous Liberty hath been the scope
Of his pure song, which did not shrink from hope
In the worst moment of these evil days;
From hope, the paramount duty that Heaven lays,
For its own honour, on man's suffering heart.
Never may from our souls one truth depart, —
That an accursed thing it is to gaze
On prosperous tyrants with a dazzled eye;
Nor—touch'd with due abhorrence of their guilt
For whose dire ends tears flow, and blood is spilt,
And justice labours in extremity —
Forget thy weakness, upon which is built,
O wretched man, the throne of tyranny!
TEE FRENCH ABMY IN RUSSIA. 1812-13.
Humanity, delighting to behold
For he it was — dread Winter! — who beset,
Flinging round van and rear his ghastly net,
That host, when from the regions of the Pole
They shrunk, insane ambition's barren goal,—
That host, as huge and strong as e'er defied
Their God, and placed their trust in human pride I
As fathers persecute rebellious sons,
He smote the blossoms of their warrior youth;
He call'd on Frost's inexorable tooth
Life to consume in Manhood's firmest hold;
Nor spared the reverend blood that feebly runs;
For why,—unless for liberty cnroll'd
And saered home, — ah! why should hoary Age be bold f
Flnet the Tartar's reinless steed,
And to the battle ride.
Ye Storms, resound the praises of your King!
And ye mild Seasons, — in a sunny clime,
Midway on some high hill, while father Time
Looks on delighted, — meet in festal ring,
And loud and long of Winter's triumph sing!
Sing ye, with blossoms erown'd, and fruits, and flowers,
Of Winter's breath surcharged with sloety showers,
And the dire flapping of his hoary wing!
Knit the blithe dance upon the soft green grass;
With feet, hands, eyes, looks, lips, report your gain;
Whisper it to the billows of the main,
And to th' aerial zephyrs as they pass,
That old deerepit Winter — He hath slain
That Host which render'd all your bounties vain!
By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze
Of dreadful saerifice; by Russiau blood
Lavish'd in fight with desperate hardihood;
Th' unfeeling Elements no claim shall raise
To rob our Human-nature of just praise
For what she did and suffer'd. Pledges sure
Of a deliverance absolute and pure
She gave, if Faith might tread the beaten ways
Of Providence. But now did the Most High
Exalt His still small voice; — to quell that Host,
Gather'd His power, a manifest ally ;
He, whose heap'd waves confounded the proud boast
Of Pharaoh, said to Famine, Snow, and Frost,
" Finish the strife by deadliest victory!"
OCCASIONED BY THE BATTLE OF 'WATERLOO. FEBRUARY, 181tf
The Bard whose soul is meek as dawning day,