expired in the moment of victory, exclaiming, "To die for Liberty is a pleasure, not a pain!" Here are some of the lines: At midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour They fought-like brave men, long and well: His few surviving comrades saw His smile-when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Like flowers at set of sun. HALLECK'S fine Elegy on Burns abounds with impassioned and glowing beauties. We extract a few stanzas : His is that language of the heart, In which the answering heart would speak, What sweet tears dim the eyes unshed, What wild vows falter on the tongue, When "Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled," Or "Auld Lang Syne," is sung? Pure hopes, that lift the soul above, Come with his Cotter's Hymn of praise; And dreams of youth, and truth, and love, With Logan's banks and braes. And when he breathes his master-lay All passions in our frames of clay Come thronging at his call. |