Law and Freedom.

"Vergerbens werden ungebundere Geister
Nachder Vollendung reiner Hohe streben,

In der Benhrankung zught sich erst der Meister,
Und das Geretz nur karm nur Freheit gebeu."-GOETHE.

How vainly doth ambitious Genius try,

Unhelp'd of Art, to climb Fame's topmost strand:
T'is self-restraint that shows the Master's hand:
Law is the cradle of true liberty.

Within the city, not the savage sty,

Lives Freedom: Ocean, and the Planet band
Order obey, and wander by command.*

The young lark, by its mother taught to fly,
Soars up from Earth, and fills all Heaven with song.
The vine its rank luxuriance trails along

The ground, untrained, with lavish wastefulness;
But taught to climb, shoots to the loftiest height,
Bursts into clusters, pruned of all excess,

The sun-kiss woos and wins, and laughs in light.

*Habent et numina legcm:

Servit et astrorum velox ehorus et vaga servit

Luna, nec iniussae toties redit orbita lucis."-STATIUS.

"The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre observe priority and place."-SHAKESPEARE.

Cf. Sophocles, Ajax. 669. кaι yap &c.

Euripides. Phoenissæ 543, worηs &c.

The lot of the Loor.

“ Δοιοὶ γάρ τε πίθοι κατακείαται ἐν Διὸς οὔδει,
δώρων, οἷα δίδωσι, κακῶν, ἕτερος δὲ ἐάων·

σε

ᾧ μέν κ ̓ ἀμμίξς δοίη Ζεὺς τερπικέραυνος,
ἄλλοτε μέν τε κακῷ ὅγε κύρεται, ἄλλοτε δ ̓ ἐσθλῷ·
ᾧ δέ κε τῶν λυγρῶν δοίη, λωβητόν ἔθηκεν·

καί ἑ κακὴ βούβρωστις ἐπὶ χθόνα δῖαν ἐλαύνει·

φοιτᾷ δ', οὔτε θεοῖσι τετιμένος οὔτε βροτοΐσιν.”- HOMER.

ἀνδρ' ἄγαθον πενίη πάντων δάμνησι, μάλιστα
και γῆρως πολιοῦ, Κύρνε, και ἠπιάλου
Την δε χρ η φέυγοντα και ἐς μεγάκητεα πόντον
ρίπτειν καὶ πέτρων, Κύρνε, κατ' ήλιβάτων.
πᾶς γὰρ ἄνηρ πενίῃ δεδήμενος ὄυτε τι ειπειν

οὔθ ̓ ἕρξαι δύναται γλῶσσα δὲ δι δέδεται.
χρὴ γὰρ ὁμῶς ἐπι γῆν τε καὶ εύρεα νῶτα θαλάσσης
δίζεσθαι χαλ'επης, Κύρνε, λύσιν πενίης.
τεθνᾶναι, φίλε Κύρνε, πενιχρῷ βέλτερον ἀνδρὶ

η ζώειν χαλεπῇ τειρόμενον πενίῃ.”THEOGNIS,

There grows a plant,* which as the day wheels round,
Still changeth in its quality of sadness:

When the morn breaks upon the world in gladness,
Its leaves with juices sorrel-sour abound:

When noon lifts up the shadows from the ground,
It is all tasteless in its utter badness:

When Eve, clutching their reins, hath tamed the madness
Of the Sun's chariot steeds, 'tis bitter found !

[ness,

Type of the Poor! whose youth ne'er knew youth's sweet-
Or the soft blandishments of infancy :

Whose manhood for bare food is one long fight,
Without the joys that wing Time's feet with fleetness;
Whose old age ends in want or misery,

A second childhood, without childhood's light.

* The Cotyledon Calycinum, the Cacatea Ficoides, and some other plants have this singular peculiarity.

Garibaldi.

Thine is a name that sounds To arms! To arms!'

Stirring all brave hearts like a trumpet-call,
Heroic Garibaldi, loved of all,

First in the field; first, amid war's alarms,
To plead against its horrors and its harms1
O! Italy! by Vandal, Goth, and Gaul,

Crush'd; and by Spanish, and the Austrian thrall;
No more thy Bard2 shall curse those fatal charms
That lure to thee the spoiler horde, nor grieve

Thy lack of strength :-The man hath come, who shall
Make thy sons' swords flash on a thousand hills,

And in one purpose blend their patriot wills,
Till, conquerors, thy freedom they achieve
From sea to sea, and Rome thy capital. ·

1. See his noble call for a congress, while his sword was yet not returned to its scabbard.

2. Filicaja.

[When I was going home in 1860, a Neapolitan war Steamer came after us one morning on the coast of Sicily, till we ran up the British flag. Within a few days, Garibaldi, whom she was watching, was in Sicily. On coming out in 1867 I saw Caprera closely beset by Italian vessels of war; at that very timeGaribaldi was eluding their vigilance for his second attempt on Rome.]

Cromwell.

"His grandeur he derived from Heaven alone;
For he was great ere Fortune made him so ;
And wars, like mists that rise against the Sun,

Made him but greater seem, not greater grow."-Dryden.

And do they pause, true King of Men, to place
Thy statue mid the kings of this free isle,
Within the chambers of that Palace-pile,
Where the Great Council of the English race
Meets in debate? So be it. Thy stern face,
Absent from out the long drawn royal file,
Shall but more mark thy value, as erewhile,
When Rome, at Junia's funeral, sought to trace
Her Brutus' lineaments, his missing bust
Imaged itself in silence in each heart.*

So will we think, O! Cromwell, on thy trust
Unswervingly wrought out in peace and fight:
Thou, whose lone life was as a thing apart;

Whose rule, abroad, at home, was Might and Right.

*Vigiuti clasissimarum familiarum imagines antilatæ sunt, Manlii, Quincti, aliaque ejusdem nobilitatis nomina. Sed profulgebant Cassius atque Brutus, quod effigies eorum non visebantur." Tacitus, Ann L. III. c. 76 Cato said he would rather posterity should ask why there were no statues erected to him, than why there

were.

The Two Pictures.

I saw two pictures of two dying kings ;—
The one* looks out upon his troops array'd
Before the palace for his last parade :

Wide to the winds each corps its banner flings;
Steady their march; their music martial rings:
Faintly the memory of his warrior-trade
Flusheth the monarch's cheek, how soon to fade :
Still to the pomp of war he vainly clings.

The othert lies upon his bed of death

Calm and resigned, while all around are weeping:
He bids them swift his chamber doors unfold;
And let his People enter, to behold

How a good king, who justly ministreth

His trust, can lay him down to his last sleeping.

* Frederick the Great. Sultan Mahmood made the same ending: See Briggs Mahommedan Power in India, Vol. 1. P. 84.

+ Charles Emmanuel II. of Savoy, who died June 1675. Et 45. This pic" ture is in the royal Palace at Turin. A somewhat similar story is told by Doran, of a nameless king, in his "Kings who have retired from business."