3. An hour passed on; the Turk awoke; "Strike-till the last armed foe expires; 4. They fought, like brave men, long and well; They piled the ground with Moslem slain; They conquered, but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile, when rang their proud hurra, And the red field was won: Then saw in death his eyelids close, Like flowers at set of sun. 5. Come to the bridal chamber, Death! The groan, the knell, the *pall, the bier, Of agony, are thine. But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word. The thanks of millions yet to be. 6. Bozzaris! with the storied brave, Greece nurtured in her glory's time, We tell thy doom without a sigh, CXXIV.-SONG OF THE GREEK BARD. GEORGE GORDON BYRON, one of the most distinguished of English poets, was born in London, in 1788. His poems are numerous, and display astonishing skill in versification, a wonderful perception of the sublime and beautiful, and an intellectual power, perhaps never surpassed. Unfortunately, however, his great genius was exerted too much against all that is good, if not in favor of all that is evil. He embarked in the cause of the Greek revolution, and died at Missolonghi, in 1824. A modern Greek is here supposed to compare the present +degeneracy of his country with its ancient glory, and to utter his lamentations in the words of the song. The KING referred to in the 4th stanza is Xerxes, king of Persia. 1. THE Isles of Greece! the Isles of Greece! But all, except their sun, is set. 2. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, 3. The mountains look on +Marathon, And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free; For, standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. 4. A king sat on the rocky brow And men in nations,-all were his! And when the sun set, where were they? 5. And where are they? And where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The theroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more! 6. Must we but weep o'er days more blest? 7. What, silent still? and silent all? -we come, we come!" 8. In vain-in vain!-strike other chords; And shed the blood of Scio's vine! 9. You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, The nobler and the manlier one? 10. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! + He served, but served Polycrates, 11. The tyrant of the Chersonese Was Freedom's best and bravest friend; Oh! that the present hour would lend Such chains as his were sure to bind. 12. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Where nothing, save the waves and I, CXXV. ON THE REMOVAL OF THE BRITISH TROOPS. EXTRACT from Lord Chatham's speech, in favor of the removal of the British troops from Boston, delivered in the House of Lords, January 20, 1775. 1. MY LORDS: when I urge this measure of recalling the troops from Boston, I urge it on the pressing principle, that it is necessarily preparatory to the restoration of your peace, and the establishment of your prosperity. It will then appear, that you are disposed to treat *amicably and equitably; and to consider, revise, and repeal those violent acts and declarations which have disseminated confusion throughout your empire. 2. Resistance to your acts was necessary, as it was just; and your vain declarations of the *omnipotence of parliament, and your imperious doctrines of the necessity of submission, will be found equally impotent to convince, or to enslave your fellow-subjects in America, who feel, that tyranny, whether exercised by an individual part of the legislature, or by the bodies which compose it, is equally intolerable to British subjects. I therefore urge and conjure your lordships, immediately, to adopt this conciliating measure. I will pledge myself for its immediately producing conciliating effects, by its being thus well-timed; but, if you delay till your vain. hope shall be accomplished of triumphantly dictating terms of reconciliation, you delay forever. 3. But admitting that this hope (which, in truth, is desperate,) should be accomplished, what do you gain by the interposition of your victorious amity? You will be untrusted and unthanked. Adopt this measure, then, and allay the ferment prevailing in America, by removing the cause; a cause, obnoxious and unserviceable; for the merit of our army can only be in action. Its force would be most disproportionately exerted against a brave, generous, and united people, with arms in their hands, and courage in their hearts; three millions of people, the genuine descendants of a valiant and pious ancestry, driven to those deserts by the narrow +maxims of a superstitious tyranny. 4. And is the spirit of persecution never to be appeased? Are the brave sons of those brave forefathers to inherit their sufferings as they have inherited their virtues? Are they to sustain the infliction of the most oppressive and unexampled *severity, and finally, because it is the wish of the ministry, be condemned unheard? My lords, the Americans have been condemned, unheard. The indiscriminate hand of vengeance has lumped together innocent and guilty; and, with all the formalities of hostility has blocked up the town of Boston, and reduced to beggary and famine, its thirty thousand inhabitants. 5. But, ministers say, that the union in America can not last. Ministers have more eyes than I have, and should have more ears; but, with all the information I have been able to procure, I can pronounce it a union, solid, permanent, and effectual. It is based upon an unconquerable spirit of independence, which is not new among them. It is, and has ever been, their established principle, their confirmed *persuasion; it is their nature and their doctrine. 6. I remember, some years ago, when the repeal of the stamp act was in agitation, conversing, in a friendly confidence, with a person of undoubted respect and authenticity on that subject; and he assured me, with a certainty which his judgment and opportunity gave him, that these were the *prevalent |