They conquered, but Bozzaris fell,

Bleeding at every vein.

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,
Calmly, as to a night's repose,

Like flowers at set of sun.

Come to the bridal chamber, death!
Come to the mother, when she feels
For the first time her first-born's breath;
Come when the blessed seals

That close the pestilence are broke,
And crowded cities wail its stroke;
Come in consumption's ghastly form,
The earthquake shock, the ocean storm;
Come when the heart beats high and warm,
With banquet song and dance and wine,-
And thou art terrible: the tear,

The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,
And all we know, or dream, or fear,
Of agony, are thine.

But to the hero, when his sword

Has won the battle for the free,

Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.
Bozzaris! with the storied brave,

Greece nurtured in her glory's time,
Rest thee! There is no prouder grave,
Even in her own proud clime.

We tell thy doom without a sigh,

For thou art freedom's now, and fame's,—
One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.

FALL OF WARSAW

-THOMAS CAMPBELL.

O sacred Truth! Thy triumph ceased a while, And Hope, thy sister, ceased with thee to smile, When leagued oppression poured to Northern wars Her whiskered pandours and her fierce hussars,Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Pealed her loud drum, and twanged her trumpet

horn;

Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van,

Presaging wrath to Poland,-and to man!

Warsaw's last champion from her heights surveyed

Wide o'er the fields a waste of ruin laid.

"O heaven!" he cried, "my bleeding country save!
Is there no hand on high to shield the brave?
Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains,
Rise, fellow-men, our country yet remains!
By that dread name, we wave the sword on high,
And swear for her to live, with her to die!"

He said; and on the rampart heights arrayed
His trusty warriors, few, but undismayed;
Firm paced and slow, a horrid front they form,
Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm;
Low, murmuring sounds along their banners
fly,-

"Revenge, or death!"-the watchword and reply; Then pealed the notes, omnipotent to charm,

And the loud tocsin tolled their last alarm.
In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few!
From rank to rank your volleyed thunder flew.
O! bloodiest picture in the book of time,
Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime;
Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe,
Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe.
Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered

spear,

Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career. Hope for a season bade the world farewell,

And freedom shrieked, as Kosciusko fell.

O righteous heaven! Ere freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword, omnipotent to save? Where was thine arm, O vengeance, where thy rod, That smote the foes of Sion and of God?

Departed spirits of the mighty dead!

Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled!
Friends of the world! Restore your swords to man,
Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van!
Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone,
And make her arm puissant as your own!
Oh, once again to freedom's cause return
The patriot Tell, the Bruce of Bannockburn!
Yes, thy proud lords, unpitied land! shall see
That man hath yet a soul, and dare be free!
A little while, along thy saddening plains,
The starless night of desolation reigns;
Truth shall restore the light by nature given,
And, like Prometheus, bring the fires of heaven.
Prone to the dust oppression shall be hurled,
Her name, her nature, withered from the world.

THE SEMINOLE'S DEFIANCE PATTEN.

Blaze, with your serried columns! I will not bend the knee;

The shackle ne'er again shall bind the arm which now is free!

I've mailed it with the thunder, when the tempest muttered low,

And where it falls, ye well may dread the lightning of its blow.

I've scared you in the city; I've scalped you on the plain;

Go, count your chosen where they fell beneath my leaden rain!

I scorn your proffered treaty; the pale-face I defy; Revenge is stamped upon my spear, and "blood" my battle-cry!

Some strike for hope of booty; some to defend their

all;

I battle for the joy I have to see the white man fall. I love among the wounded to hear his dying moan, And catch, while chanting at his side, the music of his groan.

Ye've trailed me through the forest; ye've tracked me o'er the stream;

And struggling through the everglade your bristling bayonets gleam;

But I stand as should the warrior, with his rifle and

his spear;

The scalp of vengeance still is red, and warns you, -"Come not here!"

Think ye to find my homestead?-I gave it to the

fire.

My tawny household do ye seek?-I am a childless sire.

But, should ye crave life's nourishment, enough I have, and good;

I live on hate, 't is all my bread; yet light is not my food.

I loathe you with my bosom. I scorn you with mine eye.

And I'll taunt you with my latest breath, and fight you till I die.

I ne'er will ask for quarter, and I ne'er will be your

slave;

But I'll swim the sea of slaughter till I sink beneath the wave.

CRITICISM OF MR. BROUGHAM'S SPEECH ON THE ADDRESS CANNING.

Few orators have ever wielded the weapon of satire and humorous sarcasm more effectively than Mr. Canning. This and the following pieces, gathered from the speeches of Mr. Canning have been especially selected to give the student of Elocution an occasion to exercise himself in the production of this style of invective. Peculiar pitches and inflections of the voice, significant expression of the eyes and countenance, and characteristic forms of gesture and bodily pose are needed, to deliver a scathing rebuke to abuses and to hold them up to ridicule and contempt.

I now turn to that other part of the honorable and learned gentleman's speech, in which he acknowledges his acquiescence in the passages of the Address, echoing the satisfaction felt at the success of the liberal commercial principles adopted by this country, and at the steps taken for recognizing the new States of America.

It does happen, however, that the honorable and learned gentleman, being not unfrequently a speaker in this house, nor very concise in his speeches,