expired in the moment of victory, exclaiming, "To die for Liberty is a pleasure, not a pain!" Here are some of the lines : At midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour They fought-like brave men, long and well: His few surviving comrades saw His smile-when rang their proud hurrah, Then saw in death his eyelids close Like flowers at set of sun. HALLECK'S fine Elegy on Burns abounds with impassioned and glowing beauties. We extract a few stanzas: His is that language of the heart, In which the answering heart would speak, |