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“ Take, Freedom, take thy radiant round,
“ When dimm'd, revive, when lost, return, “ Till not a shrine through earth be found,
“On which thy glories shall not burn !"
THE BENDED BOW.
There was heard the sound of a coming foe, There was sent through Britain a bended bow, And a voice was pour'd on the free winds far, As the land rose up at the sign of war.
“ Heard ye not the battle-horn ?
Arm ! ere Britain's turf grow red !"
son, And the bended bow and the voice pass’d on.
6. Hunter ! leave the mountain-chase,
Arm thee ! Britain's foes are nigh !”
“ Chieftain ! quit the joyous feast !
Arm thee! Britain's foes must fall."
Prince ! thy father's deeds are told
-Foes are on thy native sea
Give our bards a tale of thee !".
“ Mother! stay thou not thy boy!
Britain calls the strong in heart !"
There is a land, of every land the pride,
every clime the magnet of his soul,
Art thou a man? a patriot? look around ;
THE FLIGHT OF XERXES.
When like a king he bore him!
And prouder chiefs before him ;
No daunting thoughts came o'er him ;
Was covered with his fleet;
His banner'd millions meet.
The thunder of their feet !
I saw him next alone; not camp,
Nor chief his steps attended,
With war-cries proudly blended :
He, who with Heav'n contended,
He stood,-fleet, army, treasure, gone,
Alone, and in despair !
For They were monarchs there ;
Must all their fury dare :
Lines written by Lieut. John MALCOLM, of the 42d Regiment. si Oh that I had the wings of a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest.”
So pray'd the Psalmist to be free
From mortal bonds and earthly thrall ;
Full oft the heart-breathed prayer of all ;
With faltering foot and aching breast,
To flee away and be at rest.
While hearts are young, and hopes are lighi,
A fairy scene doth life appear ;
Its sounds are music to the ear ;
And of its joys no more possess’d,
Would flee away and be at rest.
Is ours fair woman's angel smile,
All bright and beautiful as day?
Time steals the rose and dims the ray :
And we with speechless grief opprest,
Would gladly share her place of rest,
Beyond the hills-beyond the sea
Oh! for the pinions of a dove;
Away, and be with them we love :
And life is but a wintry waste,
To flee away and be at rest.
Extract from Mr. LLOYD's Speech, in the Senate of the Unii
ed States, in 1812, on the Bill for the increase of the Nazal Establishment.
If we are going to war with Great Britain, let it be a real, effectual, vigorous war. Give us a naval force ; this is the
sensitive chord you can touch, and which would have more effect on her than ten armies. Give us thirty swift sailing, well appointed frigates—they are better than 74's—two 36 gun frigates can be built and maintained for the same expense as one 74, and for the purpose of annoyance for which we want them, they are better than two 74's ; they are managed easier -ought to sail faster, and can be navigated in shoaler waterwe do not want 74's-courage being equal, in line of battle ships, skill and experience will always ensure success-we are not ripe for them--but butt-bolt the sides of an American to that of a British frigate, and though we should lose sometimes, we would win as often as we should lose ;-- the whole Revolutionary war, when we met at sea on equal terms, would bear testimony in favour of this opinion-Give us then this little fleet well appointed place your Navy Department under an able and spirited administration-Give tone to the service. Let a sentiment like the following precede every letter of instruction to the captain of a ship of war- “Sir, the honour of the nation s is in a degree attached to the flag of your vessel ; remember so that it may be sunk without disgrace, but can never be struck só without dishonour.”_Do this-cashier every officer who struck his flag, and you would soon have a good account of your navy. This may be said to be a hard tenure of servicehard or easy, sir--embark in an actual, vigorous war, and in a few weeks, perhaps days, I would engage completely to officer
your whole fleet from New-England alone.
Give us this little fleet, and in a quarter part of the time you could operate upon
other way, we would bring her to terms with you—not to your feet No, sir ; Great Britain is at present the most Colossal Power the world ever witnessedher dominion extends from the rising to the setting sun. Survey it for a moment.-Commencing with the newly found Continent of New-Holland ; as she proceeds she embraces under her protection, or in her possession, the Philippine Islands, Java, Sumatra, passes the coast of Malacca,-rests for a short time fruitlessly to endeavour to number the countless millions of her subjects in Hindostan--winds into the sea of Arabiaskirts along the coasts of Coromandel and Ceylon-stops for a moment for refreshment at the Cape of Good-Hope-visits her plantations of the Isles of France and Bourbon-sweeps along the whole of the Antilles-doubles Cape Horn to protect her whalemen in the Northern and Southern Pacific Oceanscrosses the American Continent from Queen Charlotte's Sound to Hudson's Bay-glancing in the passage at her Colonies of the Canadas, Nova Scotia and New Brunswick