Aloud she shriek'd-for Hermes reappears! Round the dear shade she would have clung-'tis vain: The hours are past,-too brief had they been years; And him no mortal effort can detain: Swift, toward the realms that know not earthly day, From out the tomb of him for whom she died; Vox subita exoritur-natum uidet illa Tonantis; nequicquam speciem dextera uana tenet. hora fugit citius, neque enim sat uisa fuissent 65 nam nemus (antiquæ si fas est credere famæ) Hellespontiacas prospiciebat aquas, Illius et tumulo longis uoluentibus annis protinus, en mirum! demissa cacumina marcent: R. T. RICHARDSON. 85 EXTRACT FROM ROBERT HALL'S SERMON ON WAR WITH NAPOLEON. In other wars we have been a divided people: the effect of our external operations has been in some measure weakened by intestine dissension. When peace has returned, the breach has widened, while parties have been formed on the merits of particular men, or of particular measures. The sentiment of self-preservation, the first law which nature has impressed, has absorbed every other feeling; and the fire of liberty has melted down the discordant sentiments and minds of the British Empire into one mass, and propelled them in one direction. While we feel solicitude, let us not betray dejection, nor be alarmed at the past successes of our enemy, which are more dangerous to himself than to us, since they have raised him from obscurity to an elevation which has made him giddy, and tempted him to suppose everything within his power. |