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Piled ofer some honoured Chieftain's narrow house.
* Glory to those who in their country's cause
" Qur comrades, nor with vain and idle pbrase *** · « Of pity and compassion, to console .***
'" The friends who loved them. They, indeed, who fall ca's Beneath Oppression's banner, merit well.""
" Our pity; may the GOD OF PEACE AND LOVE “ Be merciful to those blood-guilty men
Who came to desolate the realm of France, “ To make us bow the knee, and crouch like slaves, “ Before a tyrant's footstool ! Give to these, “ And to their wives and orphan little ones . " That on their distant father vainly cry “ For bread, give these your pity. Wretched men, “ Forced or inveigled from their homes, or driven " By Need and Hunger to the trade of blood; " Or, if with free and willing mind they came, " Most wretehed--for before the eternal throne " They stand, as hireling murderers arraign'd. " But our dead comrades for their freedom fought ; “ No arts they needed, nor the specious bribes " Of promise, to allure them to this fight, " This holy warfare! them their parents sent, w And as they raised their streaming eyes to Heaven, 5 Bade them go forth, and from the ruffian's sword “ Save their grey hairs: these men their wives sent forth, Fix'd their last kisses on their * armed hands, " And bade them in the battle think they fought “ For them and for their babes. Thus rous'd to rage “ By every milder feeling, they rush'd 'forth, “They fought, they conquer'd. Tothishigh-rear'dmound “ The men of Orleans shall in after days “ Bring their young boys, and tell them of the deeds "Our gallant friends atchieved, and bid them learn " Like them to love their country, and like them, “ Should wild Oppression pour again it's tide " Of desolation, to step forth and stem " Fearless, the furious torrent. Men of France ! " Mourn not for these our comrades ; boldly they * Fought the good fight, and that Eternal One,
# Sed contra Enotria pubes.'
Silius Italicus. xii. 587.
“ Who bade the angels harbinger his word “ With " Peace on Earth," rewards them. We survive, “ Honouring their memories to avenge their fall . “ On England's ruffian hordes; in vain her chiefs “ Madly will drain her wealth and waste her blood " To conquer this vast realm ! for, easier were it “ To hur) the rooted mountain from it's base, “.Than force the yoke of slavery upon men so Determin'd to be free: yes- let them rage, “ And drain their country's wealth, and waste her blood, “. And pour their hireling thousands on our coasts, " Sublime amid the storm shall France arise, “ And like the rock amid surrounding waves, “ Repel the rushing océan-she shall wield “ The thunder-she shall blast her despot foes.