The tyrant of the Chersonese

Was freedom's best and bravest friend;
That tyrant was Miltiades!

O! that the present hour would lend
Another despot of the kind!

Such chains as his were sure to bind.

Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore,
Exists the remnant of a line

Such as the Doric mothers bore;
And there, perhaps, some seed is sown,
The Heracleidan blood might own.
Trust not for freedom to the Franks-
They have a king who buys and sells:
In native swords, and native ranks,
The only hope of courage dwells;
But Turkish force, and Latin fraud,
Would break your shield, however broad.
Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
Our virgins dance beneath the shade-
I see their glorious black eyes shine;
But, gazing on each glowing maid,
My own the burning tear-drop laves,
To think such breasts must suckle slaves.
Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,-

Where nothing, save the waves and I,
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die;
A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine-
Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!

1. Meaning of burning?

2. Explain the allusions to Delos and Phoebus.

3. What place is alluded to?

BYRON.

4. What Persian?
5. What was the Pyrrhic phalana ?
6. Who was Cadmus ?

XXXIII. THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON.

"THE 5th of May came amid wind and rain. Napoleon's passing spirit was deliriously engaged in a strife more terrible than the ele ments around. The words tête d'armée,' (head of the army,) the last which escaped from his lips, intimated that his thoughts were watching the current of a heady fight. About eleven minutes before six in the evening Napoleon expired."- Scott's Life of Napoleon.

THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON.

WILD was the night, yet a wilder night
Hung round the soldier's pillow;
In his bosom there raged a fiercer fight.
Than the fight on the wrathful billow.

A few fond mourners were kneeling by,
The few that his stern heart cherish'd;
They knew by his glared and unearthly eye,
That life had nearly perish'd.

They knew by his awful and kingly look,
By the order hastily spoken,

That he dream'd of days when the nations shook,
And the nation's hosts were broken.

He dream'd that the Frenchmen's sword still slew,
And triumph'd the Frenchmen's "eagle;'
And the struggling Austrian fled anew,
Like the hare before the beagle.

The bearded Russian he scourged again,
The Prussian's camp was routed,

And again, on the hills of haughty Spain,
His mighty armies shouted.

Over Egypt's sands, over Alpine snows,
At the pyramids, at the mountain,

Where the wave of the lordly Danube flows,
And by the Italian fountain.

On the snowy cliffs where mountain-streams
Dash by the Switzer's dwelling,

He led again, in his dying dreams,
His hosts, the broad earth quelling.

Again Marengo's field was won,
And Jena's bloody battle;
Again the world was over-run,
Made pale at his cannon's rattle.

He died at the close of that darksome day,
A day that shall live in story:

In the rocky land they placed his clay
"And left him alone with his glory."

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MCLELLAN,

XXXIV. PATRIOTIC EFFUSION TO BRITAIN.

WHILE all are fellow-citizens around us we scarcely feel the force of the tie which binds us to each, because we are bound equally to all. But let our relative situation be changed: place us on some shore at a distance, in a society as civilized as that which we have left, with a brighter sky and warmer air, and all the occupations which business can give, or all the amusements with which elegant frivolity can render days and evenings short to us;-in the very hurry of pleasure, that scarcely allows us time to think of home, let but a single accent be heard of the native dialect familiar to our ear; and, if we have been long absent from our country, what benefactor or friend is there, or almost I may say, what relative, however near to us in consanguinity and affection, who is for the moment, or the hour, so interesting to our heart as the stranger of whom we know nothing, but that he comes from the land which we love above every other land, and is to us almost the representative of that land itself?-Brown's Lectures.

ON THE THREATENED INVASION, 1803.

I love thee,-when I trace thy tale
To the dim point where records fail :
Thy deeds of old renown inspire
My bosom with our fathers' fire:
A proud inheritance I claim

In all their sufferings, all their fame :
Nor less delighted when I stray

Down history's lengthening, widening way,
And hail thee in thy present hour
From the meridian arch of power,
Shedding the lustre of thy reign,
Like sun-shine over land and main.

1. Point ont tne ellipsis in this line.
2. What does glancing agree with?
3. What part of the verb is flourish in,
and how?

MONTGOMERY.

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4. Anything slightly objectionable in this line?

XXXV. STANZAS ON THE THREATENED INVASION, 1803. "By a series of criminal enterprises the liberties of Europe have been gradually extinguished; and we are the only people in the eastern hemisphere who are in possession of equal laws and a free constitution. Freedom, driven from every spot on the Continent, has sought an asylum in a country which she always chose for her favourite abode; but she is pursued even here and threatened with destruction. The inundation of lawless power, after covering the whole earth, threatens to follow us here; and we are most exactly, most critically placed in the only aperture where it can be successfully repelled--in the Thermopylae of the world. As far as the interests of freedom are concerned--the most important by far of sublunary interests!-you, my countrymen, stand in the capacity of the federal representatives of the human race; for with you it is to determine (under God) in what condition the latest posterity shall be born; their fortunes are intrusted to your care, and on your conduct at this moment depend the colour and complexion of their destiny."—Robert Hall.

OUR bosoms we'll bare for the glorious strife,

And our oath is recorded on high,

To prevail in the cause that is dearer than life,
Or crush'd in its ruins to die!

Then rise, fellow-freemen, and stretch the right hand,
And swear to prevail in your dear native land!

"Tis the home we hold sacred is laid to our trust-
God bless the green Isle of the brave!
Should a conqueror tread on our forefathers' dust,
It would rouse the old dead from their grave!
Then rise fellow-freemen and stretch the right hand,
And swear to prevail in your dear native land!

In a Briton's sweet home shall a spoiler abide,
Profaning its loves and its charms?

Shall a Frenchman insult the loved fair at our side?
To arms! oh, my country, to arms!

Then rise fellow-freemen, and stretch the right hand,
And swear to prevail in your dear native land!

Shall a tyrant enslave us, my countrymen?-No!
His head to the sword shall be given-

A death-bed repentance be taught the proud foe,
And his blood be an offering to heaven!
Then rise fellow-freemen, and stretch the right hand,
And swear to prevail in your dear native land!

CAMPBELL.

XXXVI. NELSON.

"THE most triumphant death is that of the martyr; the most awful that of the martyred patriot; the most splendid that of the hero in the hour of victory; and if the chariot and the horses of fire had been vouchsafed for Nelson's translation, he could scarcely have departed in a brighter blaze of glory. He has left us, not indeed his mantle of inspiration, but a name and an example, which are at this hour inspiring thousands of the youth of England: a name which is our pride, and an example which will continue to be our shield and our strength."-Southey's Life of Nelson.

DEEP graved in every British heart,

O never let his name depart!

Say to your sons,-Lo, here his grave,
Who victor died on Gadite' wave;
To him, as to the burning levin,2
Short, bright, resistless course was given.
Where'er his country's foes were found,
Was heard the fatal thunder's sound,
Till burst the bolt on yonder shore,
Rolled, blazed, destroy'd,-and was no more.

1. Fretum Gaditanum was the ancient name of the Straits of Gibraltar, and near it was Trafalgar, where the immortal Nelson fell.

SCOTT.

2. An antiquated word, meaning light

or lightning.

3. What bolt