While Waterloo with Canna's carnage vies,
Morat and Marathon twin names shall stand;
They were true Glory's stainless victories,
Won by the unambitious heart and hand
Of a proud, brotherly, and civic band,
All unbought champions in no princely cause
Of vice-entail'd Corruption; they no land
Doom'd to bewail the blasphemy of laws

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LXV.

scribed. The inscriptions on his monument are rather too long, and not required-his name was enough. France adored, and her enemies admired; both wept over him. His funeral was attended by the generals and detachments from both armies. In the same grave General Hoche is interred, a gallant man also in every sense of the word; but though he distin-Making king's rights divine, by some Draconic guished himself greatly in battle, te had not the good fortune to die there: his death was attended by suspicions of poison. A separate monument (not over his body, which is buried by Marceau's) is raised for him near Andernach, opposite to which one of his most memorable exploits was performed, in throwing a bridge to an island on the Rhine. The shape and style are different from that of Marceau's, and the inscription more simple and pleasing: The Army of the Sambre and Meuse to its Cominander-in-Chief, Hoche.' This is all, and as it should be. Hoche was esteemed among the first of France's earlier generals, before Bonaparte monopolized her triumphs. He was the destined comniander of the invading army of Ireland.

By a lone wall a lonelier column rears
A grey and grief-worn aspect of old days,

The chapel is destroyed, and the pyramid of bones diminished to a small number by the Burgundian legion in the service of France, who anxiously effaced this record of their ancestors' less successful invasions. A few still remain, notwithstanding Ehrenbreitstein, i. e. the broad stone of honour,' one of the pains taken by the Burgundians for ages (all who passed the strongest fortresses in Europe, was dismantled and blown that way removing a bone to their own country), and the less up by the French at the truce of Leoben. It had been, and justifiable larcenies of the Swiss postilions, who carried them could only be, reduced by famine or treachery. It yielded to off to sell for knife-handles,-a purpose for which the whitethe former, aided by surprise. After having seen the fortifi-ness imbibed by the bleaching of years had rendered them in cations of Gibraltar and Malta, it did not much strike by com- great request. parison; but the situation is commanding. General Marceau Of these relics I ventured to bring away as much as may have besieged it in vain for some time; and I slept in a room where made a quarter of a hero, for which the sole excuse is, that if I was shown a window at which he is said to have been stand- I had not, the next passer-by might have perverted them to ing, observing the progress of the siege by moonlight, when a worse uses than the careful preservation which I intend for ball struck immediately below it, [them.

Bot take your choice); and then it grew a cloud; Satan replied, To me the matter is
And so it was-a cloud of witnesses.

But snch a cloud! No land ere saw a crowd
Of locusts numerous as the heavens saw these:
They shadow'd with their myriads space; their
loud

And varied cries were like those of wild geese
(If nations may be liken'd to a goose),
And realized the phrase of hell broke loose.'

Indifferent, in a personal point of view :
I can have fifty better souls than this [through
With far less trouble than we have gone
Already; and I merely argued his

Late Majesty of Britain's case with you
Upon a point of form: you may dispose
Of him; I've kings enough below, God knows!'

LXV.

Thus spoke the Demon (late call'd 'multifaced'
By multo-scribbling Southey). 'Then we'll call
One or two persons of the myriads placed
Around our congress, and dispense with all
The rest,' quoth Michael: 'Who may be so
graced
[who shall
As to speak first? there's choice enough-
It be?' Then Satan answer'd, 'There are
many:
But you may choose Jack Wilkes as well as any.

LXVI.

A merry, cock-eyed, curious-looking sprite
Upon the instant started from the throng,
Dress'd in a fashion now forgotten quite;

For all the fashions of the flesh stick long
By people in the next world; where unite
All the costumes since Adam's, right or
wrong,

From Eve's fig-leaf down to the petticoat,
Almost as scanty, of days less remote.

LXVII.

The spirit look'd around upon the crowds
Assembled, and exclaim'd, 'My friends of all
The spheres, we shall catch cold amongst these
clouds;

So let's to business: why this general call?
If those are freeholders I see in shrouds,

And 'tis for an election that they bawl, Behold a candidate with unturn'd coat! Saint Peter, may I count upon your vote?'

LXVIII.

'Sir,' replied Michael, 'you mistake; these things

Are of a former life, and what we do Above is more august; to judge of kings Is the tribunal met: so now you know.' 'Then I presume those gentlemen with wings, Said Wilkes, are cherubs; and that soul below [mind Looks much like "George the Third, but to my A good deal older--Bless me! is he blind?'

LXIX.

'He is what you behold him, and his doom
Depends upon his deeds, the Angel said.
'If you have aught to arraign in him, the tomb
Gives licence to the humblest beggar's head
To lift itself against the loftiest.'-'Some,'

Said Wilkes, 'don't wait to see them laid in

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