And

eager nations turn their eyes Upon the hero's sacrifice—

O, 'tis not then, it is not there,
With gory "blade and vengeful air,

The grandest wreath is thine:
"Tis when with calm, untrembling breath
The hero, smiling, faces Death

Upon the land or brine,

And knowing not if e'er his name
Shall murmur from the harp of fame,
But looking from a troubled zone
To God, and to his God alone!

7. Brave HOLLAND! such a wreath is thine,
And millions shall rejoice that they
May build to thee a glorious shrine,
And round it deathless laurel twine,
Nor let thy memory fade away-
For still, despite the reeling deck,
The yawning wave, the sinking wreck,
The record of thy deed remains,
Stamped on the pyramid that Time
For hero-souls of every clime,

Has reared on glory's plains.

8. O, Dweller of the crag and cloud,
Wave wider, wider yet thy wing!

Roll back, roll back the tempest's shroud,
And brood above the thunder's spring:
A newer splendor lights thy plume,
And fresher vigor nerves thy flight
Amid the South's soft, sunny bloom,

Or through the Northland's wintry night: "Twas not in vain our martyrs sighed

And not in vain our heroes cried,

'Tis sweet for one's own land to die!
The soul of yore, the soul that gave
Their glory to our soil and wave,

From Vernon's mount and Ashland's grave,
Still lightens through the sky!

1. On the fifth day of the moon, which, according to the custom of my forefathers, I always keep holy, after having washed myself and offered up my morning devotions, I ascended the high hills of Bagdat, in order to spend the rest of the day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life; and passing

from one thought to another, surely, said I, man is but a shadow, and life a dream.

2. Whilst I was thus musing, I cast my eyes towards the summit of a rock that was not far from me, where I discovered one in the habit of a shepherd, with a little musical instrument in his hand. As I looked upon him he applied it to his lips and began to play upon it. The sound of it was exceeding sweet, and wrought into a variety of tunes that were inexpressibly melodious and altogether different from anything I had ever heard; they put me in mind of those heavenly airs that are played to the departed souls of good men upon their first arrival in Paradise, to wear out the oimpressions of the last agonies, and qualify them for the pleasures of that happy place. My heart melted away in secret oraptures.

3. I had been often told that the rock before me was the haunt of a genius; and that several had been entertained with that music who had passed by it, but never heard that the musician had before made himself visible. When he had raised my thoughts by those transporting airs which he played, to taste the pleasures of his conversation, as I looked upon him like one astonished, he beckoned to me, and by the waving of his hand directed me to approach the place where he sat. I drew near with that reverence that is due to a superior nature; and as my heart was entirely subdued by the captivating strains I had heard, I fell down at his feet and wept. The genius smiled upon me with a look of compassion and affability that familiarized him to my imagination, and at once dispelled all the fears and apprehensions with which I approached him. He lifted me from the ground, and taking me by the hand, "Mirza," said he, "I have heard thee in thy soliloquies; follow me!"

4. He then led me to the highest pinnacle of the rock, and

placing me on the top of it, "Cast thy eyes eastward,” said he, "and tell me what thou seest." "I see," said I, “a huge valley and a prodigious tide of water rolling through it." "The valley thou seest," said he, "is the vale of misery, and the tide of water that thou seest is a part of the great tide of eternity." "What is the reason," said I, "that the tide I see rises out of the thick mist at one end, and again loses itself in a thick mist at the other?" "What thou seest," said he, "is that portion of eternity which is called time, measured out by the sun, and reaching from the beginning of the world to its consummation. Examine, now," said he, "this sea that is bounded with darkness at both ends, and tell me what thou discoverest in it." "I see a bridge," said I, "standing in the midst of the tide." "The bridge thou seest," said he, "is human life; consider it attentively."

5. Upon a more leisurely survey of it, I found that it consisted of three score and ten entire arches, with several broken arches, which, added to those that were entire, made up the number about a hundred. As I was counting the arches, the genius told me that this bridge consisted at first of a thousand arches; but that a great flood swept away the rest, and left the bridge in the ruinous condition I now beheld it. "But tell me further," said he, "what thou discoverest on it." "I see multitudes of people passing over it," said I, "and a black cloud hanging on each end of it."

6. As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge into the great tide that flowed underneath it; and, upon further examination, perceived there were innumerable trap doors that lay concealed in the bridge, which the passengers no sooner trod upon, but they fell through them into the tide, and immediately disappeared. These hidden pit-falls were set very thick at the entrance of the bridge, so that throngs of people no sooner

broke through the cloud, but many of them fell into them. They grew thinner towards the middle, but multiplied and lay closer together towards the end of the arches that were entire.

7. There were indeed some persons, but their number was very small, that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches, but fell through one after another, being quite tired and spent with so long a walk. I passed some time in the contemplation of this wonderful structure, and the great variety of objects which it presented. My heart was filled with a deep melancholy to see several dropping unexpectedly in the midst of mirth and jollity, and catching at everything that stood by them to save themselves. Some were looking up towards the heavens in a thoughtful posture, and in the midst of a speculation stumbled and fell out of sight.

8. Multitudes were very busy in the pursuit of bubbles that glittered in their eyes and danced before them; but often, when they thought themselves within the reach of them, their footing failed, and down they sank. In this confusion of objects, I observed some with scimetars in their hands, who ran to and fro upon the bridge, thrusting several persons on trapdoors which did not seem to lie in their way, and which they might have escaped had they not been thus forced upon them.

9. The genius, seeing me indulge myself in this melancholy prospect, told me I had dwelt long enough upon it. "Take thine eyes off the bridge," said he, " and tell me if thou seest anything thou dost not comprehend." Upon looking up, "What mean,” said I, "those great flights of birds that are perpetually hovering about the bridge, and settling upon it from time to time? I see vultures, harpies, ravens, cormorants, and, among many other feathered creatures, several little winged boys that perch in great numbers upon the middle