And twice the lines of Saint Antoine the More idly than the summer flies French tirailDutch in vain assailed, leurs rush round; For town and slope were filled with fort and As stubble to the lava-tide French squadrons flanking battery, strew the ground; And well they swept the English ranks and Bombshell and grape and round-shot pour : Dutch auxiliary. still on they marched and fired; As vainly through De Barri's wood the Brit- Fast from each volley grenadier and voltiish soldiers burst The French artillery drove them back dimin ished and dispersed. geur retired. "Push on, my household cavalry!" King Louis madly cried ; The bloody duke of Cumberland beheld with To death they rush, but rude their shock ; not unavenged they died. anxious eye, And ordered up his last reserve, his latest On through the camp the column trod; King chance to try; On Fontenoy, on Fontenoy, how fast his generals ride! Louis turns his rein; "Not yet, my liege," Saxe interposed: "the Irish troops remain ;" And mustering come his chosen troops like And Fontenoy, famed Fontenoy, had been a clouds at eventide. Six thousand English veterans in stately col- Their cannon blaze in front and flank; Lord Waterloo Were not these exiles ready then, fresh, vehement and true. "Lord Clare," he says, "you have your wish there are your Saxon foes!" Steady they step adown the slope, steady The marshal almost smiles to see, so furiously Steady they load, steady they fire, moving How fierce the look these exiles wear, who're right onward still wont to be so gay! The treasured wrongs of fifty years are in | Bright was their steel: 'tis bloody now, their their hearts to-dayguns are filled with gore; The treaty broken ere the ink wherewith Through shattered ranks and severed files and trampled flags they tore. 'twas writ could dry, Their plundered homes, their ruined shrines, The English strove with desperate strength, their women's parting cry, paused, rallied, staggered, fled: Their priesthood hunted down like wolves, The green hillside is matted close with dying their country overthrown; and with dead. Each looks as if revenge for all were staked Across the plain and far away passed on that on him alone. hideous wrack, On Fontenoy, on Fontenoy, nor ever yet else- While cavalier and fantassin dash in upon where their track. Rushed on to fight a nobler band than these On Fontenoy, on Fontenoy, like eagles in Like lions leaping at a fold when mad with Nor ever was, I think, since time began hunger's pang Right up against the English line the Irish exiles sprang; No, and I don't believe will ever be : She hopes with all her heart her boy some day Will lead the people in his father's way. I want to be a soldier-meet the foe," That there's a soldier's service nobler far, And that a clergyman does wear a sword Forty times over let Michaelmas pass: Pledge me round, I bid ye Ever a month was past away ? The reddest lips that ever have kissed, Gillian's dead! God rest her bier! WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY. TERRORS OF A GUILTY CONSCIENCE. What poor fate followed thee and plucked CURSED URSED with unnumbered groundless How pale yon shivering wretch appears ! By day he mingles with the crowd, THOMAS BLACK LOCK. CESAR'S LAMENTATION OVER POMPEY'S HEAD. Он, thou conqueror, Thou glory of the world once, now the pity, Thou awe of nations, wherefore didst thou fall thus ? ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH LIFE ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY YEARS AGO. THE BRITISH MUSEUM IN 1750. ES, doctor, I have seen the British Museum, which is a noble collection, and even stupendous if we consider it was made by a private man, a physician, who was obliged to make his own fortune at the same time; but, great as the collection is, it would appear more striking if it were arranged in one spacious saloon, instead of being divided into different apartments which it does not entirely fill. I could wish the series of medals were connected, and the whole of the animal, vegetable and mineral kingdoms completed, by adding to each, at the public expense, those articles that are wanting. It would likewise be a great improvement with respect to the library if the deficiencies were made up by purchasing all the books of character that are not to be found already in the collection. They might be classed in centuries, according to the dates of their publication, and catalogues printed of them and the manuscripts, for the information of those that want to consult or compile from such authorities. I could also wish, for the honor of the nation, that there was a complete apparatus for a course of mathematics, mechanics and experimental philosophy, and a good salary settled on an able professor who should give regular lectures on these subjects. LIBERTY OF THE PRESS. But this is all idle speculation which will never be reduced to practice. Considering the temper of the times, it is a wonder to see any institution whatsoever established for the benefit of the public. The spirit of party is risen to a kind of frenzy unknown to former ages, or, rather, degenerated to a total extinction of honesty and candor. You know I have observed for some time that the public papers are become the infamous vehicles of the most cruel and perfidious defamation. Every rancorous knave, every desperate incendiary, that can afford to spend half a crown or three shillings may skulk behind the press of a newsmonger and have a stab at the first character in the kingdom without running the least hazard of detection or punishment. I have made acquaintance with a Mr. Bar ton, whom Jery knew at Oxford-a good sort of man, though most ridiculously warped in his political principles; but his partiality is the less offensive as it never appears in the style of scurrility and abuse. He is a member of Parliament and a retainer to the court, and his whole conversation turns on the virtues and perfections of the ministers who are his patrons. T'other day, when he was bedaubing one of those worthies with the most fulsome praise, I told him I had seen the same nobleman characterized very differently in one of the daily papers-indeed, so stigmatized that if one half of what was said of him was true he must be not only unfit |