500 Ten thousand men lie low; And still their dirge At his least breath. The good and brave were gone To exile or the tomb. Their country's life was done! PERICLES AND ASPASIA. THIS was the ruler of the land, When each was like a living flame: Of more than men, the more than king! Yet, not by fetter, nor by spear, His sovereignty was held or won; Fear'd-but alone as freemen fear; Loved-but as freemen love alone! He waved the sceptre o'er his kind, By Nature's first great title-mind! Resistless words were on his tongue; Then eloquence first flash'd below! Full arm'd to life the portent sprung, Minerva, from the thunderer's brow! And his the sole, the sacred hand, That shook her ægis o'er the land! And thron'd immortal, by his side, A woman sits, with eye sublime,Aspasia, all his spirit's bride; But if their solemn love were crime,Pity the beauty and the sage,Their crime was in their darken'd age. He perish'd-but his wreath was wonHe perish'd on his height of fame! Then sank the cloud on Athens' sun; Yet still she conquer'd in his name. Fill'd with his soul, she could not dieHer conquest was posterity! LINES WRITTEN AT SPITHEAD. HARK to the knell! Of the stormy ocean wave; 'Tis no earthly sound, But a toll profound From the mariner's deep sea grave. When the billows dash, And the thunder is on the gale; And the ocean is white In its own wild light, Deadly, and dismal, and pale. Is sung by the surge, When the stormy night-winds blow. Sleep, warriors! sleep On your pillow deep In peace! for no mortal care, No art can deceive, No anguish can heave The heart that once slumbers there. LEONIDAS. SHOUT for the mighty men Who died along this shore,Who died within this mountain glen! For never nobler chieftain's head Was laid on valour's crimson bed, Nor ever prouder gore Sprang forth, than theirs who won the day Upon thy strand, Thermopylæ! Shout for the mighty men, Who on the Persian tents, Like lions from their midnight den, Like the roused elements, Greece is a hopeless slave. Upon thy sea-wash'd grave. The voice that should be raised by men, And it is given!-the surge The tree-the rock-the sand- The vision of thy band And is thy grandeur done? Mother of men like these! Has not thy outcry gone Where Justice has an ear to hear! Be holy! God shall guide thy spear; Till in thy crimson'd seas Are plunged the chain and scimitar, Greece shall be a new-born star ! THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS. It was the wild midnight, A storm was on the sky; The lightning gave its light, And the thunder echoed by. (Boon for which fate doth compensate for evil) The eye to look into futurity, And read the hopes of nations. He became He proved the hollowness of the clay Idol, Would shake the world at last; and knew how Who in the one hand held the unconquered sword, men Would then remember him as the Day-Star The burning sun-the sky-the lurid waves- Ate like the iron in his soul. He was Thus he stood, That wove the meshes of their strength allied, Then, when Convulsion swept even him away. Yet o'er his devastating course GooD shone: When such as he succumbed. Hero of evil, Nations enslaved awakened to his call, They dared, and did: to be remembered then, "His gigantic success and double fall taught absolute princes their weakness, and injured nations their strength: such men as he are the avengers of great The Code, the other, hallowing his name With an enduring Glory to Time's end.† And then his battle fields arose before him: Those thunderbolts that marked each nation's fall, Until astounded armies cast their arms To earth without a stroke. Even thus he stood Immovable 'midst triumph or reverse, Till Fortune blinded his all-seeing eyes With her too dazzling glories. He became A god unto himself, while Flattery Echoed the falsehood back to him. He deemed The elements subjected to his will; That Polar snows would, like the waves, subside At voice of sovereign command. Then rose Deathless Borodino before his eye, snows evils, and harbingers of good: even now we have seen only the beginning of the end."-Life of Napoleon. "My destiny is not yet accomplished: the picture as yet exists only in outline. There must be one code, one court of appeal, and one coinage for all Europe. The states of Europe must be melted into one nation, and Paris must be its capital."—Life of Napoleon. Fomily Library. +"I shall go down to posterity,' said he, with a just pride, with my code in my hand.' It was the first uniform system of law which the French monarchy had ever possessed; and being drawn up with consummate skill and wisdom, under the Emperor's personal superintendence, at this day it forins not only the Code of France, but of a great portion of Europe also."-Ibid. "At the capitulation of Ulm, thirty thousand men laid down their arms without striking a stroke, and twenty-seven generals surrendered their swords." Napoleon stood on a rising eminence: the expression of his countenance was that of "indifference, or rather, it had no expression-it was impassive."-Communication from a General Officer present. "Moscow was one vast ocean of flame, which emitted a roaring sound like the breakers in a tempest -it was a visible Hell. Napoleon persisted in remain ing in the Kremlin until it was enveloped, when to ride through the flames was a matter of danger and difficulty."-Count Dumas' Memoirs. The Cross supposed to be seen in the sky by Con stantine previous to the decisive victory which gained him the Western empire-ev Torto veika. The cir cumstance is recorded by contemporary historians. Sweeping around them merciless as man: Walk humbly in thy charitable path; II. NAPOLEON, IN HIS FALL, TO CAIUS MARIUS. He stood among The wrecks of buried power-of what was: Time's truths were taught, and fate's decree re. Even thus he stood, sedate, and calm, yet firm, vealed. His race was run-he vanished from the world, The infinite spirit that had filled the earth Minghing with the Infinity around him. The world heard when he died, and smiled, or sighed, And then-forgot. Fame defied in life, Weigh in his petty scale the dust of heroes!† The sleepless aspirations of a spirit Faint moralist! of calm and temperate pulse, Of thought and deeds eternal as thy words Like him, the noble Roman, who was found All alone, Alone against the solitary sky III. NAPOLEON AT AUSTERLITZ. 1. THEY do not die-they do not die- Ye live through every age-y' are given 2. I tell thee, yet on Marathon The shade of Theseus treads!t And the slave that walks Thermopyla The Spartan's spirit dreads. *The disastrous battle of Leipsic, hazarded with Immense inferiority of numbers by Napoleon against the allied powers, and more immediately lost by the open desertion of thirty-five thousand Saxons. Talleyrand, and others, were in early communication with n'êtes capables ni de bien ni de mal: ne mesurez his enemies. "I felt," said Napoleon, "the reins slip-qu'avec effroi le colosse de volonté qui lutte ainsi sur ping from my hands." Expende Annibalem! &c.-Juvenal. "What is this immortality 3-remembrance left in the memory of man. That idea elevates to great deeds. Better never to have lived, than to leave no trace of one's existence."-Bourienne's Life. une mer fougeuse pour le seul plaisir d'exercer sa vigeur et de la jeter en dehors de lui. Son égoïsme le pousse au milieu des fatigues et des dangers, comme le votre vous enchaine à de patientes et loborieuses professions. Que son fatal example serve seulement à vous consoler de votre inoffensive nullité !" "Go, tell him thou hast seen the exiled Marius sitting amidst the ruins of Carthage."-Plutarch's Life of Marius. A passage in a French author, illustrating also these reflections, cannot be too often quoted: it is as Just as it is forcibly expressed :-"Mais, en le condamnant ne le méprisez pas, petites organisations qui + Plutarch relates that, during the battle of Mara And hast thou stood by Ur's lake 3. Go-stand on Austerlitz: but not In the garish eye of day; When the world in sleep is drowned, The rush of troops-of an army's throngTramps o'er that marshalled ground, While to lead again the shadowy brave, Napoleon comes from his sea-girt grave. 4. O, then he stands as he stood in life, With a soul that felt all it could do, And knew what it would dare ; While he looks unmoved, as he looked in life, When matched against the world in strife. 5. Their drums are heard like the muffled note A pale gleam from their helms is cast, And faintly sheds on the sumless ranks In front, the Chiefs in martial ring Are crowding round their Phantom King! 6. His arm is raised to the clouded sky A moment more-the mist flits by, And thus, when the world in sleep is drowned, Napoleon walks on his hallowed ground. THE LILY OF THE VALLEY. WHITE bud, that in meek beauty so dost lean Thy cloister'd cheek as pale as moonlight snow, thon, the Athenian army thought they saw the apparition of Theseus completely armed, and bearing down before them upon the Barbarians. The well-known attitude of Napoleon-in the court -the camp-and on the battle field. Thou seem'st beneath thy huge, high leaf of green, THE ARTIST'S CHAMBER. A SKETCH ON THE SPOT. THE room was low and lone, but linger'd there, And scatter'd round, by wall and sofa, lay Emblems of thoughts that love from earth to spring. Upon a portrait fell the evening ray, Touching with splendour many an auburn ring That veil'd a brow of snow; and crinisoning The bending Spanish cheek with living rose; And there lay a guitar, whose silvery string Breathed to the wind; like beauty in repose; Sighing the lovely sounds that bade her blue eye close. LORENZO DE' MEDICI. THERE is a tradition, that when LORENZO THE MAGNIFICENT was yet in his cradle, a wandering astrologer predicted his future renown. INFANT-noble infant-sleep, Now, like roses when they dip Their budding crimson in the dew; |