ORANGE AND GREEN. Her foot is small, and hath a fall And where she goes She has a name, the sweetest name If I should tell- 491 THE ORANGE AND GREEN.-GERALD GRIFFIN. an HE night was falling dreary, in merry Bandon town, Beside the waters, laving the feet of aged trees, Ha! tow'rd his cottage hieing, what form is speeding now, "In yonder vale contending alone against that crew, The Orange heart was melted in pity to the Green; "Dread not that angry warning, though death be in its toneI'll save your life till morning, or I will lose my own." 492 ORANGE AND GREEN. Now, round his lowly dwelling the angry torrent press'd, With rising shouts they gather upon the track amain, 66 "I had a son-one only, one loved as my life, Thy hand has left me lonely, in that accursed strife. I pledged my word to save thee until the storm should cease, The stranger soon departed from that unhappy vale; The night was falling dreary, in merry Wexford town, Beside the waters, laving the feet of aged trees, The green flag, gayly waving, was spread against the breeze In mighty chorus meeting, loud voices filled the town, And fife and drum were beating, "Down, Orangemen, lie down!" Hark! 'mid the stirring clangor that woke the echoes there, Like billows of the ocean he sees them hurry on And, 'mid the wild commotion, an Orangeman alone. “My hair,” he said, “is hoary, and feeble is my hand, And I could tell a story would shame your cruel band. PHILLIPS ON WASHINGTON. "It was not thus I greeted your brother of the Green; I pledged my word to save him from vengeance rushing on,—- That aged peasant heard him, and knew him as he stood; Upon his bosom falling, that old man's tears came down; He said, and slowly turning, address'd the wondering crowd; Now pressed the warm beholders their aged foe to greet; 493 They raised him on their shoulders and chaired him through the street. As he had saved that stranger from peril scowling dim, By joyous crowds attended, the worthy pair were seen, And their flags that day were blended of Orange and of Green. Τ PHILLIPS ON WASHINGTON. IT matters very little what immediate spot may be the birth place of such a man as WASHINGTON. No people can claim, no country can appropriate him; the boon of Providence to the human race, his fame is eternity, and his residence creation. Though it was the defeat of our arms and the disgrace of our policy, I almost bless the convulsion in which he had his origin. If the heavens thundered and the earth rocked, yet, when the storm passed, how pure was the climate that it cleared; how bright in the brow of the firmament was the planet which it revealed to us! In the production of Washington it does really 494 PHILLIPS ON WASHINGTON. appear as if nature was endeavoring to improve upon herself, and that all the virtues of the ancient world were but so many studies preparatory to the patriot of the new. Individual instances no doubt there were-splendid exemplifications of some single qualification; Cæsar was merciful, Scipio was continent, Hannibal was patient; but it was reserved for Washington to blend them all in one, and, like the lovely masterpiece of the Grecian artist, to exhibit, in one glow of associated beauty, the pride of every model and the perfection of every master. As a general, he marshalled the peasant into a veteran, and supplied by discipline the absence of experience; as a statesman, he enlarged the policy of the cabinet into the most comprehensive system of general advantage; and such was the wisdom of his views and the philosophy of his counsels, that to the soldier and the statesman, he almost added the character of the sage! A conqueror, he was untainted with the crime of blood; a revolutionist, he was free from any stain of treason; for aggression commenced the contest, and his country called him to the command. Liberty unsheathed his sword, necessity stained, victory returned it. If he had paused here, history might have doubted what station to assign him: whether at the head of her citizens or her soldiers— her heroes or her patriots. But the last glorious act crowns his career, and banishes all hesitation. Who, like Washington, after having emancipated a hemisphere, resigned its crown, and preferred the retirement of domestic life to the adoration of a land he might be almost said to have created! "How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Happy, proud America! the lightnings of heaven yielded to your philosophy! The temptations of earth could not seduce your patriotism! ENGLISH CHARITY. ENGLISH CHARITY.-MARIANNE PENNINGTON. H, happy England! Isle supremely blest! Thy children call thee fairest, noblest, best: Thy preachers, warm with missionary zeal, To warp the judgment and mislead the heart; Who spake from Sinai's Mount of cloud and flame, Would'st thou, presumptuous, to one creed confine grace; 495 |