Force must be crushed by Force, The power of Evil by the power of Good, Ere Order bless the suffering world once more, Or Peace return again. Hold then right on in your auspicious course, Ye Princes, and ye People, hold right on! Your task not yet is done : Pursue the blow,.. ye know your foe,.. Complete the happy work so well begun. Hold on, and be your aim with all your strength Loudly proclaim'd and steadily pursued ; So shall this fatal Tyranny at length Before the arms of Freedom fall subdued. Then, when the waters of the flood abate, The Dove her resting-place secure may find: And France restored, and shaking off her chain, Shall join the Avengers in the joyful strain, Glory to God! Deliverance for Mankind! NOTES. That no weak heart, no abject mind possessed Her counsels. IV. "Can any man of sense," said the Edinburgh Review, "does any plain, unaffected man, above the level of a drivelling courtier or a feeble fanatic, dare to say he can look at this impending contest, without trembling every inch of him, for the result?"-No. XXIV. p. 441. With all proper deference to so eminent a critic, I would venture to observe, that trembling has been usually supposed to be a symptom of feebleness, and that the case in point has certainly not belied the received opinion. Onoro's Springs. V. Fuentes d'Onoro. This name has sometimes been rendered Fountains of Honour, by an easy mistake, or a pardonable licence. Bear witness, those Old Towers. VI. Torres Vedras. Turres Veteres, . . a name so old as to have been given when the Latin tongue was the language of Portugal. This town is said to have been founded by the Turduli, a short time before the commencement of the Christian Era. In remembering the lines of Torres Vedras, the opinion of the wise men of the North ought not to be forgotten, "If they VOL. III. (the French) do not make an effort to drive us out of Portugal, it is because we are better there than any where else. We fear they will not leave us on the Tagus many days longer than suits their own purposes." Edinburgh Rev. No. XXVII. p. 263. The opinion is delivered with happy precision of language: Our troops were indeed, to use the same neat and felicitous expression, better there than any where else.' And thou, Busaco, on whose sacred height While those unwonted thunders shook his cell, Join'd with his prayers the fervour of the fight. VI. Of Busaco, which is now as memorable in the military, as it has long been in the monastic history of Portugal, I have given an account in the second volume of Omniana. Doña Bernarda Ferreira's poem upon this venerable place, contains much interesting and some beautiful description. The first intelligence of the battle which reached England was in a letter written from this Convent by a Portugueze Commissary. "I have the happiness to acquaint you," said the writer, "that this night the French lost nine thousand men near the Convent of Busaco... I beg you not to consider this news as a fiction,.. for I, from where I am, saw them fall. This place appears like the antechamber of Hell.".. What a contrast to the images which the following extracts present! Es pequeña aquella Iglesia, Mas para pobres bastante; Pobre de todo adereço Con que el rico suele ornarse. No ay alli plata, ni oro, Telas y sedas no valen Donde reyna la pobreza, |