resting | place | 7 in the | progress | 7 of their vic- torious industry. | 77 | 77 | Nor is the equi- | noctial | heat | more dis- | couraging to them, | 7 7 | than the ac- | cumulated | winter | 7 of both the poles. | 77 | 77 | 7 We | know that | 1 whilst some of them | draw the | line | 7 and | strike the har- | poon | 7 on the coast of | Africa, | 77 | others | run the longitude, | 7 and pur- | sue their gi- | gantic | game | 7 a- | long the | coast of Bra- | zil. 7 | 7777 | No | sea | 7 but | what is | vexed by their ¦ fisheries. | 77 | 7 No | climate | 7 that | is not | witness to their toils. 7 | 77 | 7 7 | Neither the | perse- | verance of Holland, | 7 7 | nor the ac- | tivity of | France, | 777 | nor the dexterous | 7 and | firm sa- | gacity | of | English | enter- | prise, 7 | ever | carried this most perilous | mode of | hardy | industry | 7 to the ex- | tent | 7 to | which it has been | pushed | 7 by this | recent | people; | 77 | 7 a | people | who are | still, as it were, | 7 7 | but in the | gristle, | 77 | 7 and | not yet | hardened | into the | bone of | manhood. | 77 | 771 | When I con- | template | these | things, 7 |77| when I know that the | colonies | 7 in | general | owe | little or nothing | 7 to | any | care of | ours, 7 | and that they are not squeezed | into this | happy | form | by the constraints of a | watchful | 7 and sus- | picious | government, | 7 7 | but that through a | wise and | salutary neglect 7 a generous | nature has been | suffered 7 to take her own | way to per- fection; | 77 | when I re- | flect upon | these ef- | fects, | 77 | when I see 7 7 how | profitable | they have been to us, | 7 I | feel | all the | pride of | power | sink, | 7 7 | 7 and | all pre- | sumption | 7 in the | wisdom of | human con- trivances | melt, | 7 and | die a- | way | 7 with- | in me. | 77 | 77 | 7 My | rigor re- | lents. 7 | 7 7 | 7 7 | 7 I | pardon | something | 7 to the liberty. | 77 | 77 | spirit of APOSTROPHE TO THE QUEEN OF FRANCE. Burke. 7 It is now, 7 | sixteen or | seventeen | years 7 | since I saw the Queen of | France, 7 | then the | Dauphiness, 7 at Ver- sailles: 7 | 77 | 7 and surely | never | lighted on this | orb, 7 | 7 which she | hardly | seemed to touch, 7 | 7 a | more de- | lightful | vision. | 77 | 77 | 7 I saw her just a- | bove the ho- | rizon, | 7 7 | decorating and cheering | 7 the elevated | sphere | 7 she | just began to move in: | 7 7 glittering, | 7 like the | morning | star; | 7 7 | full of ❘ life, 7 | 7 and | splendor, | 7 and joy. 7 7 7 | 7 7 | | Oh! what a revo- | lution! | 77 | 7 and | what a | heart 7 | must I have, | 7 to | contemplate | 7 with- | out e- | motion, | that | ele- | vation | 7 and | that 7 | fall. 7 | 77 | 7 7 | Little did I dream | 7 that | when she | added | I I titles of vene- | ration | 7to | those of en| | thusi| thusi- | astic, distant, | 7 re- spectful | love, 7 7 7 that she should ever be obliged | 7 to carry | 7 the | sharp | antidote against dis- | grace 7 | 7 con- | cealed in | that | bosom; | 77 | 7 7 | little did I dream 7 | that I should have up- on her lived to 7 in a see 7 | such dis- | asters | fallen nation of gallant | men; 777 | 77 | 7 in a | nation of men of honor | 7 and of cavaliers. 7 7 7 7 7 I thought | ten thousand swords 7 | must have leaped from their | scabbards, venge | even a look 7 | 7 that threat insult. | 7 7 7 7 | 7 But the | age of 777 to a ened | her with ́| | chivalry | 7 is gone. | 7 7 | That of | sophisters, | 7 e- |conomists and calculators, | 7 has suc- | ceeded; | | 77 | 7 and the glory of | Europe | 7 is ex- | tinguished for ever. | 77 | 7 7 | Never | 7 7 | never | more, 7 | shall we be- | hold 7 | that | generous | loyalty | "7 to rank and sex, 7 | 77 | 7 that | proud sub- | mission, | 77 | 7 that | dignified o- | bedience, | 77 | 7 that sub- ordi- | nation of the | heart, 7 | 77 | 7 which kept a- | live, 7 | even in | servitude it- | | self, 7 | 7 the spirit | 7 of an ex- | alted | freedom. | 77 | 77 | 7 The unbought | grace of | life, 7 | 7 the | cheap de- | fence of | nations, | 77 | 7 the | nurse of | manly sentiment 7 and he- | roic | enterprize | 7 is gone! 7777 It is gone, 7 | that sensi- | bility of | principle, | 77 | 7 that | chastity of | honor, | 77 | 7 which | felt a stain 7 | like a ❘ wound, 7 | 7 7 | which in- | spired courage | 7 whilst it | mitigated fe- | rocity, | 7 7 | which en- | nobled | 7 what- | ever it | touched; | 777 and under which 7 | vice it- | self | lost | | half its evil, 7 by | losing | all its | grossness. | 77 | 771 ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCH YARD. Gray. Reprinted according to the original copy. 7 The curfew tolls, | 777 the | knell of | parting | day, 7 | 7 The | lowing | herd | wind | slowly | 7 o'er the | lea ; 7 | 7 7 | 7 The | ploughman | homeward | plods his | weary | way, 7 77 | 7 And | leaves the | world 7 | 7 to | darkness | 7 and to me. 7 | 77 | 77 | Now | fades the glimmering | landscape | 7 on the sight, 7 | I 7 7 7 And all the | air | 7 a | solemn | stillness | holds 7 | Save 7 where the beetle wheels his | droning | flight 7| 7 And | drowsy | tinklings | lull the | distant | folds. 7 | 7 7 | 7 7 | Save that | 7 from | yonder | ivy | mantled | tower | 7 The | moping | owl 7 | does to the | moon com- | plain | 7 Of | such as | wandering | near her | secret | bower | 7 Mo- lest her ancient | 7 7 | solitary | reign. |77|77| 7 Beneath those | rugged | elms, | 7 that | yew tree's | shade 7 | 7 Where | heaves the turf in | many a | mouldering | heap 7 | Each in his narrow cell 7 | 7 for | ever | laid 7 | 7 The rude fore- | fathers of the | hamlet | sleep. 7 | 77771 7 The | breezy | call of | incense | breathing|morn, 7 | 7 The | swallow | twittering | 7 from the straw-built | shed, 7 | 7 The | cock's shrill | clarion, |7 or the | echoing | horn 7 | 7 No more shall | rouse them | 7 from their lowly | bed. 7|77|77| 7 For them 7 | no | more 7 | 7 the blazing | hearth shall | burn 7 | 7 Nor busy housewife | ply her | evening | care; 7 | 77 | No children | run | 7 to | lisp their | sire's re- | turn 7 | 77 | 7 Or | climb his | knees, 7 | 7 the | envy'd | kiss to share. | 77 | 77 | Oft did the harvest | 7 to their | sickle | yield, 7 | 77 | 7 Their | furrow | oft | 7 the | stubborn | glebe | 7 has | broke ; | 77 | How | jocund | 7 did they | drive their | team afield, 7 7 7 How bowed the | woods 7 | 77 | 7 be- | neath their | sturdy stroke. | 77 | 77 | Let not Ambition | 7 7 | mock their | useful | toil, 7 | 7 Their homely | joys, 7|7 and | destiny ob- | scure, 7 | 7 Nor | Grandeur | hear 7 | with a dis- | dainful | smile 7 | 7 The | short and | simple | annals | 7 of the | poor. | 77 | 7 7 | 7 The | boast of | heraldry, | 7 the | pomp of | power, | |