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On old Platæa's day;

And now there breathed that haunted air
The sons of sires who conquer'd there,
With arm to strike, and soul to dare,
As quick, as far as they.

An hour passed on-the Turk awoke ;
That bright dream was his last;

He woke to hear his sentries shriek,

"To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!" He woke to die, 'midst flame, and smoke,

And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke,
And death-shots falling thick and fast
Like forest pines before the blast,

Or lightnings from the mountain cloud;
And heard with voice as trumpet loud,
Bozzaris cheer his band;

"Strike-till the last armed foe expires,

Strike-for your altars and your fires,
Strike-for the green graves of your

God-and your native land!"

sires,

They fought, like brave men, long and well,
They piled that ground with Moslem slain,
They conquered-but Bozzaris fell,

Bleeding at every vein.

His few surviving comrades saw

His smile when rang their proud hurrah,

And the red field was won ;

Then saw in death his eyelids close

Calmly, as to a night's repose,

Like flowers at set of sun.

Come to the bridal chamber, Death!

Come to the mother's, when she feels
For the first time her first-born's breath;
Come when the blessed seals

Which close the pestilence are broke
And crowded cities wail its stroke;
Come in consumption's ghastly form,
The earthquake's shock, the ocean storm;
Come when the heart beats high and warm,
With banquet-song, and dance, and wine;
And thou art terrible; the tear,

The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,
And all we know, or dream, or fear
Of agony, are thine.

But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word,
And in its hollow tones are heard

The thanks of millions yet to be.
Come, when his task of Fame is wrought;
Come, with her laurel-leaf, blood bought;
Come in her crowning hour; and then
Thy sunken eyes' unearthly light
To him is welcome as the sight

Of sky and stars to prison'd men;
Thy grasp is welcome as the hand
Of brother in a foreign land ;
Thy summons welcome as the cry
Which told the Indian isles were nigh

To the world-seeking Genoese,
When the land wind, from woods of palm,
And orange groves, and fields of balm,
Blew o'er the Haytien seas.

Bozzaris! with the storied brave

Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee: there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime.

She wore no funeral weeds for thee,

Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, Like torn branch from death's leafless tree, In sorrow's pomp, and pageantry,

The heartless luxury of the tomb; But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone. For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed, Her marble wrought, her music breathed; For thee she rings the birth-day bells; Of thee her babe's first lisping tells; For thine her evening prayer is said At palace couch, and cottage bed. Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears;

And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys; And even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh; For thou art Freedom's now,

and Fame's;

One of the few, the immortal names,

That were not born to die.

ON THE PRIME OBJECTS OF GOVERNMENT.

IN endeavouring to conceive the rational foundation of government, different questions present themselves for consideration:-as, first, what is the object of government? secondly, what are its natural powers or means? thirdly, what are the limitations to which it is subject in seeking its object, from the nature and necessity of things?

First, then, as to what is the proper object of government? To this question we feel ourselves at liberty to give but one answer,-that it is the welfare of the community. But this leads into a farther inquiry, What are the different points which this welfare requires to be considered? What are the constituents of the welfare of a community? The first, then, is its independence. A community subject to another has ceased to be. The first condition of its existence is, that it is individual and independent. This, then, is the first object of its government, to maintain the national integrity and independence,-its self-sovereignty. Without this, all question of government is superfluous and idle; for a subject nation has to receive its government and not to debate it.-Here, then, is one object prior in consideration even to internal liberty, and to every other question of internal welfare, that freedom as a nation which must be the

foundation of internal liberty and welfare. And this may lead us to understand what it is that some nations have received from their government, who seem to have received from it nothing else. They have been preserved from external tyranny; they have remained a People.

Nor let it be thought that this is little. There may be oppression, weakness, vice in a nation, as in every nation there is much of these; but, by their independence, they have love to their country,-by this they have a national spirit and character, they have high thoughts and hopes. Few are those to whom liberty has been given; but many are the nations that have lifted their proud front in opposition to others great and powerful as themselves. Do we imagine, because they have not the liberty we have tasted, that therefore their heart does not burn with their own glory? They feel perhaps a despotic strength compelling and even galling them; still it has risen up within themselves, and the power under which they are subjected is their own. But imagine that the hosts of some mightier nation are poured over their land,-that their armies are scattered in slaughter and defeat,— and their throne levelled with the dust. Are they not now laid under a heavier servitude? Are they not sunk in lower degradation? They are placed under a power now, to which they bow in fear, not in reverence; and every act of obedience is become for them an act of humiliation. When a people is invaded, we ask not, are they free? do they love their constitution? But are they men? do they love their country? Those who fight not for their laws, will fight for their hearths and their altars. At the same time, it is not to be

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