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Dug his red grave with his own blade, And pressing on thy desperate way,
And on the field he lost was laid,

Rais'd oft and long their wid hurra,
Abhorr'd—but not despised.

The children of the Don.

Thine ear no yell of horror cleft
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So ominous, when, all bereft
But if revolves thy fainter thought Of aid, the valiant Polack left-
On safety- howsoever bought,

Ay, left by thee--fouud soldier's grave Then turn thy fearful rein and ride, In Leipsic's corpse-encumber'd wave. Though twice ten thousand men have died Fato, in these various perils past, On this eventful day,

Reserv'd thee still some future cast;— To gild the military fame

On the dread die thou now last thrown, Which thon, for life, in traffick tame, Hangs not a single field alone, Wilt barter thus away.

Nor one campaign-thy martial famo, Shall future ages tell this tale

Thy empire, dynasty, and name,
Of inconsistence faint and frail?

Have felt the final stroke;
And art thou he of Lodi's bridge, And now, o'er thy devoted head
Marengo's field, and Wagram's ridge! The last stern vial's wrath is shed,

Or is thy soul like mountain-tide, The last dread seal is broke.
That swell'd by winter storna and shower,
Roils down in turbulence of power

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A torrent fierce and wide;

Since live thou wilt-refuse not now 'Reft of these aids, a rill obscure, Before these demagogues to low, Shrinking unnotic'd, mean and poor, Late objects of thy scorn and hate,

Whose channel shows display'd Who shall thy once imperial fate The wrecks of its impetuous course, Make wordy theme of vain debate.But not one symptom of the force Or shall we say, thou stoop'st less low By which these wrecks were made! In seeking refuge from the foe,

Against whose heart, in prosperous life, XV.

Thine hand hath ever held the knife!Spur on thy way!-since now thine ear Such homage hath been paid Has brook'd thy veterans' wish to hear, By Roman and by Grecian voice,

Who, as thy flight they ey'd, And there were honour in the choice Exclajın'd-while tears of anguish came, If it were freely made. Wrung forth by pride, and rage, and Then safely come-in one so low, shame

So lost-we cannot own a soe; “Oh that he had but died!”

Though dear experience bid us end, But yet, to sum this bour of ill,

In thee we ne'er can hail a friend. Look, ere thou leav'st the fatal hill, Come, howsoe'er-but do not hide Back on yon broken ranks

Close in thy heart that germ of pride, Upon whose wild confusion gleams Erewhile by gifted bard espied, "The moon, as on the troubled streams That " yet imperial hope;"

When rivers break their banks, Think not that for a fresh rebound, And, to the ruin'd peasant's eye,

To raise ambition from the ground,
Objects half seen roll swiftly by,

We yield thee means or scope.
Down the dread current huľd. In safety come-but pe'er again
So mingle banner, wain and gun,

Hold type of independent reign;
Where the tumultuous flight rolls on

No islet calls thee lord,
Of warriors, who, when morn begun, We leave thee no confederate band,
Defi'd a banded world.

No symbol of thy lost command,

To be a dagger in the hand
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From which we wrench'd the sword.
List-frequent to the hurrying rout
The stern pursuers' vengeful shout

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Tells, that upon their broken rear Yet, e'en in yon sequester’d spot,
Rages the Prussian's bloody spear. May worthier conquest be thy lot
So fell a shriek was none,

Than yet thy life has known;
When Beresina's icy flood

Conquest, unbought by blood or harm, Redden'dand thaw'd with flame and blood, That needs por foreign aid nor arm,

A triumph all thine own,

Such waits thee when thou shalt control Laid there their last immortal claims! Those passions wild, that stubborn soul, Thou saw'st in seas of gore expire

That marr'd thy prosperous scene: Redoubted Picton's soul of fireHear this--from no un moved heart, Saw’st in the mingled carnage lie Which sighs, comparing what thou art All that of Ponsonby could dieWith what thon might'st have been! De Laney change Love's bridal wreath

For laurels from the hand of death XIX.

Saw'st gallant Miller's failing eye Thou, too, whose deeds of fame renew'a Still bent where Albion's banners fly, Bankrupt a nation's gratitude,

And Cameron, in the shook of steel, To thine own noble heart must owe Die like the offspring of Lochiet; More than the meed she can bestow. And generous Gordon, 'muid the strife, For not a people's just acclaim,

Fall wbile he watel'd his leader's life. Not the full hail of Europe's fame, Ah! though her guardian angel's shield Thy prince's smiles, tiny state's decree, Fenc'd Britain's liero through the field, The ducal raok, the garter'd knee, Fate not the less her power made known, Not these such pure delight afford Thro' his friends' hearts to pierec his own! As that, when, hanging up thy sword, Well may'st thou think, “ This honest

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Forgive, brave dead, th' imperfect lay! Was ever drawn for public weal; Who may your names, your numbers, say And, such was rightful Heaven's decree, What high-strung harp, what lofty line, Ne'er sheathed unless with victory!" To each the dear earn’j praise assign,

From high-born chiefs of martial fame XX.

To the poor soldier's lowlier name? Look forth, onee more, with soften'd heart, Lightly ye rose, that dawning day, Ere from the field of fame we part; From your cold couch of swamp and clas, Triumph and sorrow border near, To fill, before the sun was low, And joy oft melts into a tear.

The bed that morning caunot know.
Alas! what links of love that morn Oft may the tear the green sod steer,
Has War's rude hand asunder toru! And sacred be the heroes' sleep,
For ne'er was field so sternly fought,

'Till time shall cease to run;
And ne'er was conquest denrer bought. And ne'er beside their noble grave
Here, pild in common slaughter, sleep May Briten pass, and fail to crave
Those whom affection long shall weep; A blessing on the fallen brave
Here rests the sire, that ne'er shall strain Who fought with Wellington!
His orphans to his heart again;
The son, whom, on his native shore,

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The parent's voice shall bless no more; Farewell, sad Field! whose blighted face
The bridegroom, who has hardly press's Wears Desolation's withering trace;
Flis blushing consort to his breast; Long shall my memory retain
The husband, whom, through many a year Thy shatter'd huts and trampled grain,
Long love and mutual faith endear. With every mark of martial wrong,
T'hou can'st pot name one tender tie That scathe thy towers, fair Hougomont!
But here, dissolv'd, its reliques lie! Yet though thy garden's green arcade
O when thou see'st some mourner's veil | The marksman's fatal post was made,
Shroud her thin form and visage pale, Though on thy shatter'd beeches fell
Or mark'st the matron's bursting tears The blended rage of shot and shell,
Stream when the stricken drum she hears, Though from thy blacken'd portals torn
Or see'st how manlier grief, suppress'd, Their fall thy blighted fruit-trees mourn,
18 labouring in a father's breast,- Has not such havoc bought a name
With no inquiry vain pursue

Immortal in the rolls of fame?
The cause, but think on Waterloo! Yes— Agincourt may be forgot,

And Cressy be an unknown spot,
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And Blenheim's name be new
Period of honour as of woes,

But still in story and in song,
What bright careers 'twas thine to close! For many an age remember'd long,
Mark'd on thy roll of blood what names, Shall live the towers of Hougomont,
To Britain's memory, and to Fame's,

And fields of Waterloo:

CONCLUSION.

Well art thou now repaid-though slowly Stern tide of human Time! That know'st

rose, not rest,

And struggled long with mists thy But, sweeping from the cradle to the

blaze of fame, tomb,

While like the dawn that in the orient Bear'st ever downward on thy dusky glows breast

On the broad wave its earlier lustre Successive generations to their doom:

came; While thy capacious stream has equal | Then eastern Egypt saw the growing

flame, For the gay bark where Pleasure's And Maida's myrtles gleam'd beneath

streamers sport, And for the prison-ship of guilt and gloom, Where first the soldier, stung with geneThe fisher-skiff, and barge that bears a rous shame, court,

Rivall’d the heroes of the wat'ry way, Still wafting onward all to one dark silent And wash'd in foemen's gore, unjust report.

proach away.

room

its ray,

Stern tide of Time! through what myste. Now, Island Empress, wave thy crest on rious change

high, Of hope and fear have our frail barks And bid the banner of thy patron flow, been driven!

Gallant Saint George, the flower of ChiFor ne'er, before, vicissitude so strange

valry! Was to one race of Adam's offspring For thou hast fac'd, like him, a dragon given.

foe, And sure such varied change of sea and And rescu'd innocence from overthrow, heaven,

And trampled down, like him, tyrannie Such unexpected bursts of joy and wo, might, Such fearful strife as that where we have and to the gazing world may'st proudly striven,

show Succeeding ages ne'er again shall know, The chosen emblem of thy sainted Until the awful term when thou shalt knight, cease to flow.

Who queli'd devouring pride, and vindi

cated right. Well hast thou stood, my country!-the brave fight

Yet, ʼmid the confidence of just renown, Hast well maintaiu'd through good re- Renown dear bought, but dearest thus port and ill;

acquir'd, In thy just cause, and in thy native might, Write, Britain, write the moral lesson And in Heaven's grace and justice con.

down; stant still.

'Tis not alone the heart with valour Whether the banded prowess, strength, fir'd, and skill

The discipline so dreaded and admired, Of half the world against thee stood ar- In many a field of bloody conquest

knownOr when, with better views and freer will, Such may by fame be lured, by gold be Beside thee Europe's nobiest drew the biredblade,

'T'is constancy in the good cause alone, Bach emulous in arms the Occan Queen Best justifies the moed thy valiant sons to aid.

have won:

ray'd,

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DOMESTIC LITERATURE.

Memoirs of the lives of Benjamin Lay and Rulph Sandiford. By Roberts Vaux. 12mo. pp. 73. Philadelphia. S. W. Conrad. “ Among the events which occasionally appear in the history of nations, to dignify and adorn their charac. ter, and shed over them a ray of genuine greatness and glory, the abolition of the African slave trade must be admitted to hold a conspicuous place. It was one of the purest offerings ever borne by lawgivers to the altar of justice—the most acceptable tribute which legislative power could pay at the shrine of mer. cy. Whilst, however, it is customary to admire the wisdom, and applaud the virtue of those governments which have wiped such pollution from their name, it should equally be a pleasure and a duty, to recognize the labours of individuals in that noble cause of reformation and benevolence. It would be difficult to calculate precisely how extensive and availing the efforts of two men might be in correcting the opinions of a large community, especially if their exertions should be so much in opposition to the interests, the habits, and sentiments of a people, as to excite towards them the spirit of intolerance and persecution. This remark is certainly applicable to the history of Lay and Sandiford, who were among the first of the very few in any country that had just conceptions of the rights of the enslaved Africans, and sufficient firmness to avow their opinions concerning the cruelty which was triumphantly exercised over that oppressed race of men.”

This extract from the author's preface explains his laudable motive for endeavouring to rescue from oblivion the names of the two meritorious subjects of his biographical work.

Natural and Statistical View, or Picture of Cincinnati and the Miami country, illustrated by maps. With an appendix containing observations on the late earthquakes, the aurora borealis, and southwest wind.-By Daniel Drake. 12mo. pp. 251. Cincinnati. Looker and Wallace. 1815. This is a plain, well written, useful work, and cannot fail to be interesting to those who intend emigrating to the state of Ohio, or to those who delighit in contemplating the rapid march of the prosperity of our country. But the reader must not expect to be entertained with such romantic tales as were fancied or fabricated by Brissot and Im. lay. He will not read of an earthly paradise where virtue, freedom, and felicity forever reign unilisturbed, bat of an extensive and fertile region, where indus. trious families may, by labour, acquire independence, with many of the comforts and not a few of the luxuries of life. The book contains, besides what the titlepage announces, a general view of the state of society and manners, and observations on the prevailing diseases, of the districts described. The following passage shows the wonderful increase of the population of the western states.

" It appears that the population of Tennessee increased, from 1791 to 1800, at the rate of twelve and three-fourths per cent, and doubled in six years; from 1800 to 1810, at the rate of nine and a half per cent, and doubled in eight years. Since that time, if the rate of increase has diminished regularly, it amounts to about six and three-tenths per cent, and will cause the population to double in little more than eleven years.

"From tables of a similar kind for Kentucky, it appears that the population from 1790 to 1800 increased at the rate of about eleven and six-tenths per cent, and was doubled in less than seven years; from 1800 to 1810, at the rate of six and three-tenths per cent, and doubled itself in something more than eleven years. Sir.ce 1810 it probably increases at the rate of three and one-third per cent, and will require, for the period of doubling, about twenty-three years.

" In Ohio, the population was augmented at the rate of thirty and one-fourth per cent, and doubled in less than three years between 1790 and 1800: from the latter period till 1810, it advanced at the rate of eighteen and a half per cent, and nearly doubled every four years. Since 1810, it probably increases at the rate of seven and eight-tenths per cent, and will double itself in less than ten years.

“ From these rates of increase, the population of the present year (1814) in round numbers must be nearly as follows: Kentucky 4:20,000, Tennessee 334,000, Ohio 312,000. In 1820, it will probably approach to the following: Kentucky 453,000, Tennessee 481,000, Ohio 492,000.”

“The people of the Miami country," we are told, “may in part be charac. terized, as industrious, frugal, temperate, patriotic, and religious; with as much intelligence, and more enterprise, than the families from which they were detached.

“ In Cincinnati the population is more compounded, and the constant addition of emigrants from numerous countries, in varying proportions, must for many years render nugatory all attempts at a faithful portraiture. There is no state in the union which has not enriched our town with some of its more enterprising or restless citizens; por a kingdom of the west of Europe whose adventurous or desperate exiles are not commingled with us. To Kentucky, and the states north of Virginia—to England, Ireland, Germany, Scotland, France and Holland, we are most indebted."

An Appeal to the public on the conduct of the bunks in the city of New-York. By a citizen. 8vo. pp. 21. The banks spoken of in the title-page are censured by this writer for the loans made by them to government during the war from patriotic considerations, as it was then alleged in his opinion the large issues of paper which these loans required, in addition to the ordinary demands for the commercial currency, and the subsequent depreciaticu of public stock, rendered a suspension of their payments inevitable.

The generosity of patriotism is certainly entitled to a high rank among the social virtues; but its exercise, like that of every other virtue, should be regulated by justice. Let the patriot gratify his generous zeal with cvery thing which he can justly call his own; but let him not be liberal, even to his country, at other people's expense. If he gives or lends, even for her use, the money which has been deposited in his hands for safe keeping only, he deserves the reproach of something much worse than imprudence; and if he lends it on terms of advantage to himself, when none of the benefit can accrue to its rightful owner, his speculation may be attributed to something very different from patriotism. If again, the speculation proving fortunate, he should determine to retain the whole profit in his own possession, instead of employing a part of it to indemnify the confiding creditor, at whose expense it was realized, we should be apt to give him an appellation at which delicate and respectable ears would feel shocked.

But the evil which has led to these remarks is done; and our attention should now be chiefly directed to provide a remedy. With reference to that which was suggested in our last number (p. 507, et seq.), we would beg leave to observe that it might be adopted at a smaller nominal sacrifice of revenue, (for in truth the sacrifice would be only nominal,) than at first appeared necessary. The di. minution of the duties of impost, from the rate at which they would otherwise be fixed, of only an eighth or a tenth part, would enable the importing merchants 10 pay them in specie without difficulty. Tbe consequent payment by the government of the interest, and a reimbursement annually of a portion of the capital, of the six per cent stocks, in the same money, would speedily raise them to par; a consequence which from their present prices here and in Europe may be considered certain. They might then be made to supply the place of coin, for the payment of bank notes, at their full pur price invariably. This arrangement would be more simple and more favourable to the banks, than that we originaly proposed; and it would prevent the inconvenience--the only one we have heard suggested—which might arise from the different prices of those funds in the different states. Should specie payments be resumed, the banks could not for a long time venture to issue much more paper than they had cash to redcem, so greatly has their credit suffered in the public opinion; but by thie.

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