Cry out against them. But this very day, 3. I, that speak to ye, I had a brother once, a gracious boy, 4. Rouse, ye Romans!-Rouse, ye slaves! Was greater than a king! And once again,— *rsini, a Roman nobleman. Lucius Junius Brutus, one who expelled the Tarquins, and abolished the regal government at Rome, B. C. 509. Marcus Junius Brutus, one of the conspirators who assassinated Julius Cesar. 28* LESSON CLXXV Battle of Waterloo.*-LORD BYron. 1. THERE was a sound of revelry by night, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, But hush! hark!—a deep sound strikes like a rising knell 2. Did ye not hear it?-No; 'twas but the wind, And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! arm! it is-it is-the cannon's opening roar! 3. Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated-who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise? 4. And there was mounting in hot haste; the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder, peal on peal afar; * Waterloo, a town of Belgium, 12 miles south of Brussels. It is well known as the scene of one of the most important and hard fought battles in modern times, between the allied British, German, and Belgic troops, under the duke of Wellington and marshal Blucher; and the French, under Napoleon Bonaparte, June 18th, 1815. The French were totally defeated, and the hopes of Bonaparte for ever blasted. + Brussels, one of the most splendid cities in Europe, celebrated for its manufacture of carpets. And near, the beat of the alarming drum Or whispering with white lips-"The foe! They come! they come !" 5. And Ardennes* waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave,--alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. 6. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent, LESSON CLXXVI. The Power of Eloquence.—CARY. 1. HEARD ye those loud contending waves, Who shall calm the angry storm? Who the mighty task perform, And bid the raging tumult cease? See the son of Hermes rise; With syren tongue, and speaking eyes, Hush the noise, and sooth to peace! Ardennes, a chain of mountains between the Meuse and Moselle rivers, in the grand-duchy of Luxemburg. + Athens, the ancient capital of Attica, was founded by Cecrops, 1550 years B. C., and was called Cecropia till the time of Ericthonius, when it received the name of Athens. Demosthenes, the Grecian orator, called the son of Hermes, because Hermes, or Mercury, was the god of eloquence. 2. Lo! from the regions of the North, Fastens on the Olynthian* towers. "Where rests the sword?-where sleep the brave? Awake! Cecropia's ally save From the fury of the blast; Burst the storm on Phocis' walls; 3. The jarring States, obsequious now, Lightning flashing from his eye! "To arms! to arms! to arms!" they cry, Let us conquer him—or die !” 4. Ah! Eloquence! thou wast undɔne; And blotted out the stars of heaven. To where the Tiber pours his urn, 5. Now shining forth, thou mad'st compliant Sinking fast in Slavery's arms! I see thee stand by Freedom's fane, Olynthus was a celebrated town of Macedonia, which was destroyed by Philip, and the inhabitants sold for slaves. + Philip, king of Macedon. The Tarpeian rock is a hill at Rome, about 80 feet in perpendicular height, whence condemned criminals were sometimes thrown. Giving vast conceptions birth; 6 First-born of Liberty divine! Put on Religion's bright array; Rise, kindling with the orient beam; Unfold the garments roll'd in blood! And point the way to Heaven-to God. LESSON CLXXVII. Death of Marco Bozzaris.*—HALLECK. 1. Ar midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour, In dreams, through camp and court, he bore In dreams his song of triumph heard; As Eden's garden bird. 2. An hour passed on-the Turk awoke; "To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!" Bozzaris cheer his band; *He fell in an attack upon the Turkish Camp at Laspi, the site of the ancient Platea, August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words were" To die for liberty is a pleasure, not a pain," |