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"Here reigns the Russian, there the Turk; observe "His capital city!"-Thence-along a tract

Of livelier interest to his hopes and fears

His finger moved, distinguishing the spots

Where wide-spread conflict then most fiercely raged ;
Nor left unstigmatized those fatal Fields

On which the Sons of mighty Germany
Were taught a base submission." Here behold
"A nobler race, the Switzers, and their Land;
"Vales deeper far than these of ours, huge woods,
"And mountains white with everlasting snow!"
—And, surely, he, that spake with kindling brow,
Was a true Patriot, hopeful as the best
Of that young Peasantry, who, in our days,
Have fought and perished for Helvetia's rights,-
Ah not in vain!-or those who, in old time,
For work of happier issue, to the side
Of Tell came trooping from a thousand huts,
When he had risen alone! No braver Youth
Descended from Judea's heights, to march
With righteous Joshua; or appeared in arms
When grove was felled, and altar was cast down,
And Gideon blew the trumpet, soul-enflamed,
And strong in hatred of Idolatry."

This spoken, from his seat the Pastor rose, And moved towards the grave;-instinctively His steps we followed; and my voice exclaimed, "Power to the Oppressors of the world is given, A might of which they dream not. Oh! the curse, To be the Awakener of divinest thoughts,

Father and Founder of exalted deeds,

And to whole Nations bound in servile straits
The liberal Donor of capacities

More than heroic! this to be, nor yet

Have sense of one connatural wish, nor yet
Deserve the least return of human thanks ;
Winning no recompence but deadly hate
With pity mixed, astonishment with scorn!"

When these involuntary words had ceased, The Pastor said, "So Providence is served; The forked weapon of the skies can send Illumination into deep, dark Holds,

Which the mild sunbeam hath not power to pierce.

Why do ye quake, intimidated Thrones?

For, not unconscious of the mighty debt

Which to outrageous Wrong the Sufferer owes,

Europe, through all her habitable Seats,
Is thirsting for their overthrow, who still
Exist, as Pagan Temples stood of old,
By very horror of their impious rites
Preserved; are suffered to extend their pride,
Like Cedars on the top of Lebanon

Darkening the sun.-But less impatient thoughts,
And love "all hoping and expecting all,”
This hallowed Grave demands; where rests in

A humble Champion of the better Cause ;

A Peasant-youth, so call him, for he asked

peace

No higher name; in whom our Country shewed,
As in a favourite Son, most beautiful.

In spite of vice, and misery, and disease,

Spread with the spreading of her wealthy arts,
England, the ancient and the free, appeared,
In him, to stand before my swimming eyes
Unconquerably virtuous and secure.

-No more of this, lest I offend his dust:
Short was his life, and a brief tale remains.

One summer's day, a day of annual pomp And solemn chace; from morn to sultry noon

His steps had followed, fleetest of the fleet,
The red-deer driven along its native heights

With cry of hound and horn: and, from that toil
Returned with sinews weakened and relaxed,

This generous Youth, too negligent of self,

(A natural failing which maturer years

Would have subdued) took fearlessly-and kept-
His wonted station in the chilling flood,

Among a busy company convened

To wash his Father's flock. Convulsions dire

Seized him, that self-same night; and through the space

Of twelve ensuing days his frame was wrenched,

Till nature rested from her work in death.

-To him, thus snatched away, his Comrades paid

A Soldier's honours. At his funeral hour

Bright was the sun, the sky a cloudless blue,

A golden lustre slept upon the hills;

And if by chance a Stranger, wandering there,
From some commanding eminence had looked
Down on this spot, well pleased would he have seen
A glittering Spectacle; but every face

Was pallid, seldom hath that eye been moist

With tears-that wept not then; nor were the few

Who from their Dwellings came not forth to join
In this sad service, less disturbed than we.
They started at the tributary peal

Of instantaneous thunder, which announced
Through the still air the closing of the Grave;
And distant mountains echoed with a sound
Of lamentation, never heard before!"

The Pastor ceased.-My venerable Friend Victoriously upraised his clear bright eye; And, when that eulogy was ended, stood Enwrapt, as if his inward sense perceived The prolongation of some still response, Sent by the ancient soul of this wide Land, The spirit of its mountains and its seas, Its cities, temples, fields, its awful power, Its rights and virtues-by that Deity Descending; and supporting his pure heart With patriotic confidence and joy. And, at the last of those memorial words, The pining Solitary turned aside,

Whether through manly instinct to conceal

Tender emotions spreading from the heart

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