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And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud Ha! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my visioa with devotion,
to scorn, Erin, mavournen Erin-go-braugh"! Proud bird
of the mountain, thy plume
shall be torn. To communicate to our readers a Say! rash'd the bold eagle exultingly just conception of “ The Battle of forth Hoheolinden," we should be com
From his home in the dark-rolling pelled to copy the whole poem. It Lo! the death-shot of foemen out
clouds of the forth; conveys, in grand and fiery language,
speeding, he rode the sublimest circumstances of a Companionless, bearing destruction modern battle. The scene itself seems abroad ; to pass before our eyes in reading the But down let him stoop from his havce two incomparable stanzas.
Ah! home let him speed; for the "Tis morn! but scarce yon level sun
spoiler is nigh. Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun Why flames the far summit. Why Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.
shoot to the blast The combat deepens !-on ye brave !
Those embers, like stars from the firThat rush to glory, or the grave,
mament cast? Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave,
"Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadAnd charge with all thy chivalry.
fully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the dark
ness of heaven. Highly as we regard the several Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in excellencies of the foregoing poems, might, we cannot but acknowledge that Whose banners arise on the battle“ Lochiel's Warning” rises superior ments' height, to them all. And chiefly, with re- Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast spect to it, do we severely feel the
and to burn; restraint imposed upon us by our Return to thy dwelling! all lonely relimits. It is not doing it justice to For the blackness of ashes shall mark praise it in general terms. A poem where it stood, of so rare a merit has higher preten- And a wild mother scream o'er her sions, and lays claim to that admira. famishing brood. tion which can only result from the detailed exposition of its various
LOCHIEL. beauties; and we believe we are False wizard, avaunt! I have marshalld only anticipating the decision of the my clan, public when we say, that the bard of Their swords are a thousand, their bo
soms are one ; Gray has at length, perhaps, found They are true to the last of their blood a rival.
and their breath; The sublimity of the following And, like reapers, descend to the harpassage, in which the wizard, taunt. vest of death, &c. &c. cd by Lochiel for dissuading him from venturing to the field of Cul. loden, foretels his danger, will en-, There are two lines in the wizard's able every reader to judge for him- reply to this animated speech, which self.
we will venture to say contain a Ireland, my darling Ireland, for ever.
more poetical account of the second On the whole, these Poems are sight than has been ever conceived the productions of a very extraordiin prose or poetry, when the gifted nary young man. And, to use a seer exclaims,
phrase of the master-critic of our "Tis the sun-set of life gives me mys- age,
“ If they be not poetry, we tical lore,
know not where poetry may be And coming events cast their shadows found.”
C H A P. I.
-His Majesty's Speech from the Throne, announcing the Adjust-
CH A P. 11.
Commons.- Motion ly Mr. Grey for Papers-ly Mr. Whitbread on the
CH A P. III.
Hartop--seconded by Mr. Lee. - Debate. - Speeches of Lords L. Gouer
Pitt-ForDebate adjourned-resumed next Day.-Speeches of Mr.
CHA P. IV.
General Officers and the Army acting in Egypt-and to Lord Keith,
Speeches of Mr. Addington-Johnston-Wallace—Sir F. Baring-Mr.
Commencement of the Year 1902.- Opposite Opinions on the General State
of Affairs at that Period.- Tardiness of the Negotiation at Amiens