stance, in some measure, anticipated by Buonaparte's having obtained possession of Cattaro. This co-operation would call off the Turks, and the road to Constantinople would be open to the Russians. This end obtained, any number of the Northern hordes might be brought down through the Dardanelles, and every position which France has in the Mediterranean would then be threatened. The number of gallant and ingenious men who have recently been in those countries, must long since have anticipated these circumstances. One of the strongest proofs of the fact is the establishment of Colonel (now General) Oswald's Greek Corps. With what other view could it have been formed than as the beginning of an army of Greeks to be raised at a subsequent period, for the purpose of avenging themselves on the infamous barbarians who have so long oppressed them? We have now to hope that the Lambro Canzianis* will lead them to victory, and the Pano Kiris* vindicate their real character to the whole world. Such an introduction and notes, that, by an allusion to subsequent events, would have elucidated previous speculations, might have been added, had not the nature of a work of this sort imperiously forbidden a discussion in which the feelings of party might have been excited. The writer, therefore, is compelled to limit himself to a very few words. What were the objects of Loubtmirski's mission from St. Petersburgh, in the autumn of 1811? Poetical Essays on Military Subjects. ELEGIAC STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL BROCK. THE laurel of glory eternal shall bloom, Nor climate, nor season, nor time's iron hand, Nor envy, nor faction's fell venom be seen To wither a leaf of its beautiful green! Like the life-buds of Spring, shall new verdure e'er find, Tho' age after ages may moulder away, The fame of the patriot can never decay! Like the oak of the forest, each tempest can brave, And the laurel of glory wave over his grave. For their characters see Mr. Eton's Survey. Victoria. BY MRS. JOHN PHILIPPART, Author of "MUSCOVY," &c. AWAKE! my soul, no longer tranquil lie In pensive musing and lethargic ease: Awake! and list the tidings as they fly On the swift pinions of the Southern breeze. Awake, my soul, and sing! Impregnate every thought with martial fire, And grace with warrior pride the warrior lay; The patriot muse shall smile upon my lyre, And bid the Delphic god accord a ray On every trembling string! Now no more my pensive brows By soft Zadora's gliding stream, And Britons shook the throne of France! Let me touch the battle shell, Sing the bleeding battle's strain, Haste the soldier's praise to tell, In grateful pæans holy swell, Or dirges, for the gallant slain ! High o'er the embattled thousands as they lay, In fair Zadora's vale, and by her stream, The wayward fates and furies urge the fray, And tell the coming woe with frantic scream. But on the banners of blest England's powers The mighty soul of Variatus hung; And myriad genii, from celestial bowers, Raised their seraphic notes, and sungVICTORIA! VICTORIA! VICTORIA! Then onward o'er the palsied lands Awhile the heavenly cadence bore, A WELLINGTON! A WELLINGTON! A WELLINGTON! VICTORIA in the distance rears her spires, And through the lengthened vale dark gleam the Gallic fires. Along the lovely vale, and on the hill, The Gallic bugles send their war notes shrill; High on the mount, and through the verdant vale, The Gallic trumpets fill the summer gale: The clanging cymbal, and the marshal strain, Awaken echo in the silent plain; In rich refulgent fires the sun-beams dance Not all the softest feelings, highest fires, Can yield so bright a glow as marshal fame Intrepid sons of England's darling soil, How glow'd your hearts on that eventful day When Puebla's heights beheld, and fertile lands, The bold Cadogan cheer the bright array, High beat each British and Castilian heart, And every soldier seized the ready brand; Proud they advanced with life itself to part, And grasped their weapons with a giant's hand. La Puebla's echoing hills their presence owned, Her sylvan shades and dells in murmurs moaned; And ruddy drops distained La Puebla's side, When great Murillo bled, and brave Cadogan died. Raise the hymn, Iberian maids, And deck the funeral pyre, La Puebla's conscious dells and glades Graham, Dalhousie, Picton, Hill, Nanclaus and Tres Puentes saw The gallant Chiefs conduct the war. Abechuco, Gamarro Maior, Saw the Gaul's battalions reel, For all the deadly engines lie But not so swiftly can they fly, That gallant Chief, his country's sword,' Then on the warriors came again, They come, the conquering heroes come, VICTORIA! VICTORIA! VICTORIA! July 6th, 1813. |