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England's heart is sound enough,
Like her oak-trees, true and tough,
England's heart! All Europe hurl'd
Sees yet one Zoar in all the world
England's heart is sound enough,-
Though winds be loud, and waves be rough—
England's heart,-ay God be praised,
An English cheer can yet be raised
Above the stormy tide:
Safe enough and sound enough,
A man's a bit of English stuff,
True from head to heel!
TUPPER'S Ballads and Poems.
XVII. THE TRIUMPHS OF OUR LANGUAGE.
"I CANNOT forbear to remark, that however toilsome in general, and however unproductive in part, may be the labours endured in the collection and arrangement of the materials for an English Dictionary, the author of it has it in his power, at the present æra, to congratulate himself upon the enjoyment of a prospect, much more rich and spacious than could fall to the lot of the compiler of a similar work in any language of the European Continent :—
'The world is all before him.'
And, perhaps, no subject of philosophic contemplation, possessing a livelier interest, can be proposed to a thoughtful and enlightened mind, than a comparison of the field of renown, which even 240 years ago was sketched by the graphic powers of a very humble poet of our own country, with that over which the more lofty genius of the Roman lyric bard extended its survey. When the former imagined himself soaring on wing, non usitata, nec tenui,' he prescribes the shores of the Bosphorus, the Syrtes of Getulia, and the Hyperborean plains, to be the utmost confines of his flight; he was content that the Colchian and the Dacian should become familiar with his name, and that the peritus Iber, Rhodanique potor,' should rehearse his song. Our poet, Daniel, animated probably by the spirit of discovery and
THE TRIUMPHS OF OUR LANGUAGE.
general enterprize, for which the princes of the house of Tudor, and the illustrious men who adorned that period of our history, are so distinguished, depictures to his fancy far more ample and resplendent scenes of glory: not, indeed, in personal exultation for the offspring of his own muse especially, but in patriotic pride for the language in which he wrote.
"These scenes are no longer imaginary: The treasures of our tongue' are spread over continents, scattered among islands in the Northern and the Southern Hemisphere, from the unformed occident, to the strange shores of unknowing nations in the East.' The sun, indeed, now never sets upon the empire of Great Britain. Not one hour of the twenty-four, in which the earth completes her diurnal revolution; not one round of the minute-hand of the dial is allowed to pass in which, on some portion of the surface of the globe, the air is not filled with accents that are ours.' They are heard in the ordinary transactions of life; or in the administration of law, or in the deliberations of the senate-house or council-chamber; in the offices of private devotion, or in the public observance of the rites and duties of a common faith."-Richardson, conclusion of Preface to "English Dictionary."
Now gather all our Saxon bards,
Our own good Saxon tongue;
It goes with FREEDOM, THOUGHT, and TRUTH,
Stout Albion learns its household lays
On every surf-worn shore,
And Scotland hears its echoing far
From Jura's crags and Mona's hills
And warms with eloquence and song
On many a wide and swarming deck,
The fresh and fruitful West:
Niagara knows and greets the voice
With Shakspeare's deep and wondrous verse,
With Alfred's laws, and Newton's lore,
To cheer and bless mankind.
Mark, as it spreads, how deserts bloom,
As vanishes the mist of night
But grand as are the victories
Whose monuments we see,
These are but as the dawn which speaks
Take heed, then, heirs of Saxon fame,
Go forth, and jointly speed the time,
When Christian states, grown just and wise,
When earth's oppressed and savage tribes
All taught to prize these English words-
J. G. LYONS.
"WHAT availed it to Spain to possess the key of the Mediterranean, or to Egypt to have the means of opening the most direct route to the East Indies? What protection did the iron-bound chain of the Himalaya afford to the degraded Hindoo or the Alps to the doomed denizen of the vale of the Po? Behold, a race of sturdy islanders from the north of the Atlantic, driven from their shores by the very gloom of their own ungenial climate, snatch from the Spaniards the frowning rock of Gibraltar, seize upon Malta, Corfu, and as many harbours as are likely to answer their purposes, proclaim the Mare Internum, a British lake, establish a canal, a railway-a line of aerial steam carriages if needed-athwart the Libyan desert, and ride
gallantly with their steamers to the East and West, encompassing the globe in their gigantic dominion. Talk of bright skies, of elastic paradisaical atmosphere, of fertile soil, of happy alternation of hill and dale!-man, unless braced by the discipline of a stern Spartan education, rots like a rank weed among the luxuries of a southern climate, and the centre of action, and consequently of all social preeminence, is removed to a barren land, under a dense canopy of damp fogs, where spring resembles a rehearsal of the flood, and 'Winter ends in July to recommence in August.' It is thus that mankind improve the bountiful gifts of their Creator."-Foreign and Colonial Quarterly Review.
WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command,
This was the charter of the land,
The nations, not so blessed as thee,
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame:
But work their woe and thy renown.
To thee belongs the rural reign,
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
The Muses, still with freedom found,'
Blest isle! with matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guard the fair: "Rule, Britannia, rule the waves, Britons never will be slaves!"
1. "True poets are the objects of my reverence and my love, and the constant sources of my delight. I know that the most of them, from the earliest times to those of Buchanan, have been the strenuous enemies of despotism."— Milton.