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for any of the opinions of this work: but if in any portion, or in its general spirit, it may go beyond the feeling of the American community on the subjects treated, we would suggest the foregoing explanation. The poem begins with an animated apostrophe to Spain. The following passage will serve as a specimen of this portion of the work; at the same time that it discloses interesting facts relative to that unfortunate country. "Tis glorious all-but what avail

The gifts of God when man their use denies?
What serves the port, when scarce a sail
For Spanish profit bears its merchandise?
The stream, that only pours to waste

Its wealth of waves upon uncultured banks?

The generous grape that none may taste,

Whose toilsome care has trimmed its cluster'd ranks?
The famous towns, where Ruin builds his throne,
On broken shafts, and crumbling architraves;
The perfumed airs, that sigh for glory gone,

Or that unclouded sun that beams for none but slaves.

Slaves but beneath that galling chain
The soul of freedom still abides in you;
Slaves-but in Europe's hour of shame and pain,
Ye did what freer nations could not do:
When o'er your land the invader's forces poured,
And garrisoned each town and castled height,
And your base masters owned him for their lord;
'Twas then the Spanish people in their might
Rose up unanimous-Forth legions sprang
As at a signal call, and armor rang,

And trumpets sounded-standards flamed in air,
And Hope exulting waved her golden hair,

Where terror reigned so late-and on they move,
And back dismayed the astonished tyrant drove ;
Shook to its base that blood-cemented throne,
And placed their rightful monarch on his own,
While peace returned to Europe. What reward?
What wealth, what titles grants their grateful lord,
To pay such service? Doubtless high in courts,
Doubtless in palaces, the proud resorts
Of self-styled nobles-doubtless at the head
Of the brave troops they late to victory led
And glory-doubtless on the cushioned seats
Of ermined justice--or in soft retreats.

Of pensioned ease the royal gratitude

Placed your deliverers.--This was all he could;
And less were mockery. Idle boast!

Ask the south winds that sweep the embattled coast
Of Africa, and bear from Ceuta's towers

The prisoner's moan that counts the lingering hours,
And longs for death to ease him--They shall tell
Another story. Seek the deepest cell

In Spain's most loathsome dungeon, ye shall find,
Lodged in such state as that, the godlike mind,
The heart that poured like water out its flood
In the king's service. Mark the felon brood,

That chained in gallies tug the laboring oar,
Till the blood starts from every bursting pore;
There toils the patriot. Such the glorious meed,
That pays his high intent, his matchless deed.
Aye and I tell you when a ruffian's hand
Plies the red scourge upon that outcast band,
His villain fury tears the bleeding form
Of Arguelles. These are things, that warm
The blood of meek-eyed patience; these are things
Which in its blackest record history brings
Nothing to be a match for-These are times

In which endurance is the worst of crimes.'

The passage which follows this, and which is intended to expose what may be called the emigrant policy lately pursued in Europe, is one of the most powerful in the poem, and one of those perhaps, for which the explanation made above will be most needed here. Our sympathies in this country are pretty generally, we think, on the side of the emigrants; whereas, in Europe, experience has so universally found them so strongly on the side adverse to improvement, that their fortunes awaken less commiseration in the liberal party, than could be wished and indeed expected from those whose cause is in its essence the cause of humanity. The following pas

* 'Arguelles was the most distinguished orator among the members of the Spanish cortes at their first organization; and, as is well known, was honored by the enthusiastic admiration of his colleagues, with the appellation of the divine. Upon the king's restoration he was brought to trial for his share in the preceding events; but by the dexterity with which he managed his defence, he disconcerted his judges so much, that they found it extremely difficult to pronounce him guilty with any regard to appearances. The king, being informed that there was some delay and embarrassment in the case, sent for the papers and wrote upon them with his own hand-Ten years labor in the gallies at Ceuta.

sage at the close of this strain, will interest our readers for the national allusion:

But why such fears? And tell me, if thou wilt,
Why youthful freedom still must wed with guilt?
To Europe's history why each thought confine?
Mark where afar in blameless lustre shine
Columbia's stars along the Hesperian sky,
And guide the march of struggling liberty.
By her forewarned, iberia, learn the skill
To mix with prudent care your generous zeal;
Like her to well-tried worth your cause entrust,
And willing to be free, forget not to be just.
So shall your realm erect in vigorous health,
Revive once more to glory, joy, and wealth h;
Once more brown Labour's train prevent the morn,
To trim the vine, or tend the golden corn;
And o'er her looms reviving Art delight,
With song and smile to charm the weary night;
While at their call the freighted ships appear,
And rich abundance crowns the industrious year.
So shall your sons, a numerous, generous race,
In times remote their fathers' deeds retrace,
With honest pride these high exploits review,
By zeal inspired, but still to justice true;
And bless unanimous that patriot train,

In ceaseless hymns that sound thro' grateful Spain.
Eternal flowers shall blossom where they sleep,
Fresh with the dews that worth and freedom weep;
While deeply graved in history's brightest line,
Their names with Washington's for ever shine.'

To this succeeds the part of the poem, where the political system on which it is written, is more distinctly developed, and in which the grave and philosophical strain of most of the previous portion is exchanged for a vein of temperate pleasantry. The immediate suggestion of this part of the poem was found in the speech of the emperor of Austria, to the deputies of the Hungarian aristocracy, at their meeting at Pest, in 1820. In this speech the emperor says to the Hungarians, totus mundus STULTISAT, et relictis antiquis legibus imaginarias constitutiones quærit. Vos habetis constitutionem, &c. Our author's note upon this passage is as follows :—

A most gracious speech truly: and if the whole world do not immediately change their opinions and come round to his Majes

ty's, the whole world will certainly exhibit a high degree of ingratitude, for the very civil and endearing manner in which His Majesty has condescended to point out their errors. Delirat would have been rather more classical, and a little less insulting than stultisat; but it is natural enough perhaps to express barbarous ideas in monkish Latin: and then the word delirat might have brought to mind a highly anti-monarchical passage in a classical poet of great authority.-Quicquid delirant reges, &c. If the whole world are of one opinion, and the emperor of Austria of another, supposing him even to be backed by the deputies of the Hungarian aristocracy, is there not reason to fear that His Majesty may ultimately be left in a minority? Some late accounts, however, seem to shew that the Huns are not quite so well satisfied with their political situation as the emperor seems to suppose. By the law of England an individual is not permitted to stultify himself. Might it not be made a question whether by the law of nations an emperor is at liberty to stultify the whole world? and whether a man, who pretends to stultify the whole world, is not in reality making a fool of himself?"

Having indicated this topic in the foregoing note, our au-
thor's allusions in the following passage will be intelligible.
Vain questions all; your idle doubts renounce,
The German Cæsar solves the point at once.
Mark where, in lofty state, he mounts alone
The imperial, royal, apostolic throne;
While Pest assembled its due homage pays,
And Metternich and Gentz unite their praise.
There bold in truth he tells the tidings sad,
That all mankind, except the Huns, are mad.
The Huns-the enlightened Huns, alone remain,
One bright example to the insensate train,
In full possession of their reasoning powers,
Through every age from Attila's to ours.

Come then, ye studious souls from every shore,
Who thirst and hunger for politic lore:
Ye that expend so long with fruitless toil
O'er Locke and Montesquieu the midnight oil;
Ye that with fond devotion love to trace
The written wisdom of an earlier race,
And hang enraptured o'er their living works,
Pitts-Foxes-Ameses-Mirabeaus-or Burkes.
And ye that hear with reverence and delight
Where equal genius now supports the right,
Where Mackintosh to generous ardour wrought,
From lips of honey pours his wealth of thought;

Constant with copious accents keen and free,
Foils the vain arts of powerful sophistry;
And youthful zeal in warmth surviving yet,
Inspires thy voice, Oh veteran La Fayette;
Or where Toreno with his bold compeers,
Pleads the just cause to all unpractised ears;
Or fair Hesperia in her prosperous youth,
Bears to the world full witness of its truth;
Come turn away from all these thoughts and scenes,
For now a new and happier time begins.
Past is the glory of all former names,

Once prized at Washington, St Cloud, St James,
And France and England must their weakness own,
And yield the palm of science to the Hun.
Then come, ye studious souls, set forth in haste,
Quit the dull seats of all your labours past;
And fly where perfect wisdom stands confest,
In living lessons daily taught at Pest.'

The remainder of the poem consists of an address in the person of Mr Gentz, the well known advocate and official organ of the doctrines, which it contains. Having named the press, as the great instrument of modern corruption, this address thus proceeds:

Straight from this source supplied in copious stores,
The flood of heresy and knowledge pours

Through the wide world, and swells, and rushes on,
Threatening dstruction to each lawful throne.
Knowledge the apple with our ruin fraught,
Is now the cheapest fruit that can be bought;
And journals, loaded with their poisonous ware,
Like leaves in autumn, flutter through the air.
Each starveling printer holds his court supreme,
And bids the sovereigns come and answer him;
And sovereigns must-Oh foulest shame of all!
Yes, monarchs must, and do, obey the call.
And yet their ministers regardless stand,

While schools, like mushrooms, spring thro' all the land,
Rising, in town and village, by the score,

Till learning knocks at every peasant's door.

And last, all hope of better things to efface,

And poison in its germ the rising race,

By the new scheme each youth instructs his brother,
And pupils act as masters to each other.

Then say what remedy the case can reach,

When infants are not only taught, but teach?

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