Изображения страниц

tears, copious, gushing tears, not of subjection and slavery, not of agony and distress, but of exultation, of gratitude, and of joy.

12. Sir, before God, I believe the hour is come. My judgment approves this measure, and my whole heart is in it. All that I have, and all that I am, and all that I hope in this life, I am now ready here to stake upon it; and I leave off as I begun, that, live or die, survive or perish, I am for the declaration. It is my living sentiment, and by the blessing of God it shall be my dying sentiment,independence now, and INDEPENDENCE FOREVER!





AREWELL, ye mountains, ye beloved glades,

Ye lone and peaceful valleys, fare ye well!
Through you Johanna never more may stray!
For aye Johanna bids you now farewell.
Ye meads which I have watered, and ye trees
Which I have planted, still in beauty bloom!
Farewell, ye grottos, and ye crystal springs!
Sweet echo, vocal spirit of the vale,

Who sang'st responsive to my simple strain,
Johanna goes, and ne'er returns again.


Ye scenes where all my tranquil joys I knew,
Forever now I leave you far behind!
Poor foldless lambs, no shepherd now have you!
O'er the wide heath stray henceforth unconfined!
For I to danger's field, of crimson hue,
Am summoned hence, another flock to find.
Such is to me the Spirit's high behest;
No earthly vain ambition fires my breast.


For who in glory did on Horeb's height
Descend to Moses in the bush of flame,
And bade him stand in royal Pharaoh's sight,-
Who once to Israel's pious shepherd came,
And sent him forth, his champion in the fight,-
Who aye hath loved the lowly shepherd train,—
He from these leafy boughs, thus spake to me:
"Go forth! Thou shalt on earth my witness be.


"Thou in rude armor must thy limbs invest,
A plate of steel upon thy bosom wear;
Vain earthly love may never stir thy breast,
Nor passion's sinful glow be kindled there.

Ne'er with the bride-wreath shall thy locks be dressed,
Nor on thy bosom bloom an infant fair.

But war's triumphant glory shall be thine;
Thy martial fame all women shall outshine.


"For when in fight the stoutest hearts despair,
When direful ruin threatens France, forlorn,
Then thou aloft my oriflamme shalt bear,
And swiftly as the reaper mows the corn,
Thou shalt lay low the haughty conqueror;
His fortune's wheel thou rapidly shalt turn,
To Gaul's heroic sons deliv'rance bring,
Relieve beleaguered Rheims, and crown thy king!"


The heavenly Spirit promised me a sign;

He sends the helmet, it hath come from him.

Its iron filleth me with strength divine,

I feel the courage of the cherubim;
As with the rushing of a mighty wind
It drives me forth to join the battle's din;
The clanging trumpets sound, the chargers rear,
And the loud war-cry thunders in mine ear.





EAVING the military in the lobby, Cromwell entered the House and composedly seated himself on one of the outer benches. His dress was a plain suit of black cloth, with gray worsted stockings. For a while he seemed to listen with interest to the debate; but when the Speaker was going to put the question, he whispered to Harrison, “This is the time; I must do it ;" and rising, put off his hat to address the House.

2. At first his language was decorous, and even laudatory. Gradually he became more warm and animated; at last he assumed all the vehemence of passion, and indulged in personal vituperation. He charged the members with self-seeking and profaneness, with the frequent denial of justice, and numerous acts of oppression; with idolizing the lawyers, the constant advocates of tyranny; with neglecting the men who had bled for them in the field, that they might gain the Presbyterians who had apostatized from the cause; and with doing all this in order to perpetuate their own power and to replenish their own purses. But their time was come; the Lord had disowned them; he had chosen more worthy instruments to perform his work.

3. Here the orator was interrupted by Sir Peter Wentworth, who declared that he had never heard language so unparliamentary-language, too, the more offensive, because it was addressed to them by their own servant, whom they had too fondly cherished, and whom by their unprecedented bounty they had made what he was.

4. At these words Cromwell put on his hat, and, springing from his place, exclaimed, "Come, come, sir, I will put an end to your prating!" For a few seconds, apparently in the most violent agitation, he paced forward and backward, and then, stamping on the floor, added, "You are no

parliament; I say you are no parliament; bring them in, bring them in." Instantly the door opened, and Colonel Worsley entered, followed by more than twenty musketeers. 5. “This,” cried Sir Henry Vane, "is not honest; it is against morality and common honesty." "Sir Henry Vane," replied Cromwell; "O, Sir Henry Vane! The Lord deliver me from Sir Henry Vane! He might have prevented this. But he is a juggler, and has not common honesty himself!"

6. From Vane he directed his discourse to Whitelock, on whom he poured a torrent of abuse; then pointing to Chaloner, "There," he cried, "sits a drunkard;" next to Marten and Wentworth, "There are two dissolute knaves;" and afterwards selecting different members in succession, described them as dishonest and corrupt livers, a shame and scandal to the profession of the gospel. Suddenly, however, checking himself, he turned to the guard and ordered them to clear the House.

7. At these words Colonel Harrison took the Speaker by the hand and led him from the chair; Algernon Sidney was next compelled to quit his seat, and the other members, eighty in number, on the approach of the military, rose and moved towards the door.

8. Cromwell now resumed his discourse. "It is you," he exclaimed, "that have forced me to do this. I have sought the Lord both day and night that he would rather slay me than put me on the doing of this work."

9. Alderman Allan took advantage of these words to observe that it was not yet too late to undo what had been done; but Cromwell instantly charged him with peculation, • nd gave him into custody.

10. When all were gone, fixing his eye on the mace, "What," said he, "shall we do with this fool's bauble? Here, carry it away." Then taking the act of dissolution from the clerk, he ordered the doors to be locked, and, accompanied by the military, returned to Whitehall. JOHN LINGARD.



HE scene was more beautiful far to my eye
Than it day in its pride had arrayed it:
The land-breeze blew mild, and the azure-arched sky
Looked pure as the Spirit that made it.


The murmur rose soft as I silently gazed

On the shadowy waves' playful motion:

From the dim distant hill, the lighthouse fire blazed,
Like a star in the midst of the ocean.


No longer the joy of the sailor-boy's breast

Was heard in his wildly-breathed numbers; The sea-bird had flown to her wave-girdled nest, The fisherman sunk to his slumbers.


One moment I looked from the hill's gentle slope;

All hushed was the billows' commotion:

And I thought that the lighthouse looked lovely as Hope, That star on life's tremulous ocean.


The time is long past, and the scene is afar,
Yet when my head rests on its pillow,
Will memory sometimes rekindle the star
That blazed on the breast of the billow.


In life's closing hour, when the trembling soul flies.
And death stills the heart's last emotion,

O then may the seraph of mercy arise

Like a star on eternity's ocean!


« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »