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inhabit these hills and vallies, while your fongs resound from one mountain to the other. Liberty! sweet liberty! All we see around us is our own. We cultivate our own fields with pleasure. The crops we reap are ours; and the time of the harvest is with us rejoicing days."
Young Shepherd." He does not deserve to be a freeman, who can forget that his liberty was purchased with the blood of his forefathers."
Old Man. “ But who in their place, would not have done as they did ? Ever since that bloody day of Nefels, I come once a year to the top of this mountain ; but I perceive that I am now come for the last time. From hence I still behold the order of the battle, where liberty made us conquerors. See, it was on that fide the army of the enemy advanced; thousands of lances glittering at a distance with more than two hundred horsemen covered with sumptuous armour. The plumes that shaded their helmets nodded as they marched; and the earth resounded with their horses hoofs. Our little troop was already broken. We were but three or four hundred
The cries of the defeat were re-echoed from every side, and the smoke of Nefels in flames filled the valley, and fpread with horror along the mountains. However, at the bottom of a hill, where we now are, our chiet had placed himself. He was there, where those two pines shoot up from the edge of that painted rock. I think I see him now, surrounded by a small number of warriors, firm, immoveable, and calling around him the dispersed tro ps. I hear the rustling of the standard that he waved in the air; it was like the found of the wind that precedes a hurricane. From every fide they ran towards him. Dost thou see those floods rush down from the mountains ? Stones, rocks, and trees, overthrown, in vain oppose their course; they o'erleap, or bear down all before them, and meet together at the bottom of that pool. So we ran to the cry of our general, cutting our way through the enemy.
around the hero, we made a vow, and God was our witness, to conquer or die. The enemy, advancing in order of battle, poured down impetuously upon us; we attacked them in our turn. Eleven times we returned to the charge, but always were forced to retire to the shelter of these hills; we there closed our ranks, and became un. 'fhaken as the rock by which we were protected. At last, reinforced by thirty Swiss warriors, we fell suddenly on the enemy, like the fall of a mountain, or as some mighty rock descends, rolls through the forest, and with a horrid crush lay waste the trees that interrupt its 'course. On every side the enemy, both horse and foot, confounded in a most dreadful tumult, overthrew each other to escape our rage. Grown furious by the combat, we trod under foot the dead and the dying, to extend vengeance and death ftill farther. I was in the middle of the battle. A horseman of the enemy, in his flight, rode over me, and crushed my leg. The foldier, who fought the nearest to me, feeing my condition, took me on his shoulders, and ran with me out of the field of battle. A holy father was prostrate on a rock not far distant, and imploring heaven to aid us—“ Take care, good father, of this warrior,' my deliverer cried; “ he has fought like a son of liberty !” he said, and few back to the combat. The victory was ours, my son, it was ours! but many of us were left extended on the heaps of the enemy. Thus the weary mower repofes on the fheaves himself has made. I was carefully artended; I was cured; but never could find out the man to whom I owe my life; I have fought him in vain, I have made vows and pilgrimages that some faint of Paradise, or some ange!, would reveal him to me. But, alas ! all my efforts have been fruitless. I fall never in this life shew him my gratitude. The young shepherd having heard the old warrior, with tears in his eyes, said : “ No, father, in this life you can never shew him your gratitude." The old man, surprised, cried, “Heavens! what dost thou fay? Dost thou know, my son, who my deliverer was?”
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Young Shepherd. “ I am much deceived, if it was not my father. Often he has told me the story of that battle, and often I have heard him say, I wonder if the man I carried from the battle be still alive!"
Old Man. “ O God! O angels of heaven! was that generous man thy father?”
Young Shepherd." He had a scar here, pointing to his left cheek; he had been wounded with a lance; perhaps it was before he carried you from the field.”
Old Man. “ His cheek was covered with blood when he bore me off! ( my child ! my son ?”
Young Shepherd. “ He died two years ago; he was poor, I am forced for subsistence to keep these goats." The old man embraced him, and said, ven be praised ! I can recompence thee for his generofity. Cime, my son! come with me, and let some other keep thy goats.
They descended the hill together, and walked towards the old man's dwelling. He was rich in lands and flocks, and a lovely daughter was his only heir. My child,' said he to her, “ he that saved my life was the father of this young thepherd. If thou canst love him, I thall be happy to see you united." The young man was an amiable person, health and pleasure thone in his countenance ; locks of yellow gold shaded his forehead, and the sparkling fire of his eyes was foftened by a sweet modefty: The
young maiden, with an ingenuous reserve, asked three days to resolve; but the third appeared to her a very long one. She gave her hand to the young shepherd; and the old man with tears of joy, said to them, “ My blessing rest upon you, my children, this day has made me the most happy of mortals.”
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'Αλλ' ει θανείν δεί, καπτθανούμε 9'ευγενώς "Hζώνπες, αίνον τον πάρος γεύ σώσομεν.
EURIP. CYCLOPS. 200.
N taking a retrospective view of the ample field of
the palm of wisdom, in political inftitutions, with the immortal Solon. By adhering to his laws, Athens Thone forth the glory of the world, by abusing and deviating from them, the fell from her towering height, and sunk into powerless insignificance. He had learnt from a diligent perufal of the human mind, that neutrality, in public commotions, rarely results from principle, but generally arises from the contractedness of self-interest, or the meanness of cowardice. His laws therefore de. clared men of such conduct infamous (XT1406.) And here the penetration of the legislator is confirmed by the suffrage of a modern * philosopher, who stands unrivalled in his knowledge of the secret workings of the heart.
If then to waver in uncertainty be not consistent with an honest and ingenuous spirit, how much less is it compatible with that enthusiasm of patriotic fondness, which the universal voice has declared to be the noblest passion of the soul. Nor is indifference at such a season more disingenuous than it is absurd. In seeking to evade dangers, it lays snares for its own destruction. It counteracts the very purposes which it is desirous to accomplish.
Unanimity, on the contrary, resembles the concentration of the rays of heat into one focus; they glow; they burn : but let them separate and disperse, they play harmless and inefficient. The laurels won at Marathon, and the blasted hopes of the proud Persian, are an eternal testimony that if union nerve the arm of an
* Lavater. VOL. IV.
insulted nation, it needs not be dismayed at the immensity of a hoit.
In the present critical situation of this island, therefore, we have no certain ground of security, except the whole nation stand forward as one man. Our enemy, trembling at her own innumerable armies, is resolved to pour them forth upon us, like a torrent; indifferent whether they bear down every thing in their defolating course, or are themselves swallowed up by the insatiable ocean. She is well aware that those men, who have been so long habituated to plunder and excess, will not submit to sink into retired privacy, and earn their scanty pittance by industrious honesty. England, therefore, must either devote them to destruction, or fall a dishonoured victim to their rapacious phrenzy:But Britons have ever stood conspicuous for their characteristic greatness, and generous energy of soul. The Amor Patria has ever warmed their breasts with its purest fires, and they know that it is superior to, and comprehends in itself, every duty of prudence and morality. And while men expose themselves to danger in defence of their country, the self-complacence which their own hearts afford, must amply compensate their Jabours. The guardian care, the filial picty, the affectionate tenderness, which glow on such occasions, bind more strictly “the fond charities of father, son, and husband." Here the soul expands and rises above the common level of humanity. "Life, without these endearments, is, at best, an unwelcome burthen; and who would not rather hazard that fafety, which is undefirable, with the prospect of retaining all that rivets his affections to earth, than behold, in daliardly inaction, all that is most dear, torn froin his arms, and led with hinself into loathed captivity ? Rather let all the fons of Britain nobly perish! Thus we should adorn the historic page, do honour to our country, and draw forth the ttar of pitying admiration even froin our querors.
But thould we fall tamcly bereail the tyrannic sword,