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Now Gorcum glows beneath the summer sky,
her peaceful streets ;
And lesser must give place to greater treats ;
Thou swear'st the torture from those scorching heats
But we must take the bitters with the sweets,
He only frets himself, who fumes and scolds
Nay, there are those, and certes oft have been,
Who could from real ills, draw real weal ; 'Tis said that Socrates's scolding quean,
Who gave him many a broken head to heal,
First taught him patience, which he straight would deal, And preach to others-eke Demosthenes,
, A very stammerer by Nature's seal,
* It is known to every one, that Demosthenes was born with great natu.
In time by management of tongue and face,
What ! rain again! 'tis fanciful, 'tis strange;
But I like fancy, when it comes well mix’d With other things—it is a pleasant change
From the plain prose of life, so tame, so fix’d.
But what is fanciful ?_The twenty-sixth Of June brought woe to every British heart;
So does it seem to 've sadden'd and perplex'd The very heavens themselves, which do impart A flood of piteous tears, incessant, smart :
Sure ne'er since the days of the Deluge of old,
Were such torrents pour'd forth on the earth ; And but that 'twill not come again, we are told,
We might swear that a second had birth :
ral defects; but which, with care, he completely overcame, so that he could utter the most harmonious and agreeable sounds.
Would'st thou know why this gloom so long darkens the sky ?
Whence those waters which fall have their spring ? 'Tis the firmament weeps that a Monarch must die,
That Monarch our Father, our King !
“ THE STAR OF BRITAIN."
The Star which rose o’er Britain's Isle,
'Midst horror and amaze,
Shook empires to their base.
The Star, which, with its brilliant light,
Was hail'd from many a strand,
Sought safety from the brand
The Star, beneath whose kindling ray
The Despot was enchain'd,
Restor'd and still maintain'd.
That Star, alas ! has just gone down,
And darkness fills the realm :
Our King has, for a worldly crown,
Found one of heavenly calm ! !
But let us leave those sorrows, for behold,
Just peeping through yon cloud, thy brightening spire, Old Nimeguen—'would shame us to be told,
That we should lack or feeling, force or fire,
With thee in sight-Oh! No! thou could'st inspire
Proud Charlemagne, Ay! Cæsar too still higher,
A sneer of pity for the witless few,
Who were the dupes of Gallic sophistry:
1 It was altogether in opposition to the wishes of their Stadtholder, William III. that the Treaty of Nimeguen was concluded by the United Provinces ; but Louis XIV. had contrived, with his usual address, to divide the allies; pleasing the Dutch by restoring to them Maestricht, but at the same time, dictating most disadvantageous terms to their Allies; then it was that Spain gave up to France, not only Franche Comte, but several cities in Flanders, such as Valenciennes, Bouchain, Condé, Cambray, &c. &c.
Lo! here too lies the dastard's glave which slew,
Thy twain" brave honour'd sons, but so to die,
Is but to live in immortality !-
Who, from this nether world would sometimes hie,
Abhorrent of all base and harsh controls;
'Tis somewhat strange, but martyrdom consoles !
And well it may, console us of that land,
Where it has prov'd the very source and spring
The noble band, who gain'd us that great thing,
Yclep'd the Charta, from a stubborn King;
In yielding more, have strengthen’d more the string,
i The sword with which Counts Hoorn and Egmont were beheaded, is still preserved at Nimeguen,—those two high-minded lords who spurned the control of the Spanish general, the Duke of Alva, and ultimately fell beneath his cruel axe in 1568.