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Without dews or soft showers in bleakness remain ;
For on you, the anointed of Israel was slain.'

IV.

From the blood of the valiant, in victory's track,
The arrows of Jonathan never drew back ;2

In the midst of the charge, where the brave thickest fall,
Whose sword was more red than the sabre of Saul?

V.

Saul and Jonathan, gallant, illustrious pair,
In life, as in death, undivided ye were!

Your speed was the speed of the eagle's swift flight,
Your strength was the strength of the lion in fight!

VI.

Ye daughters of Israel, weep over Saul,

And oft to remembrance his glory recal;

Your monarch-who made you so fair to behold,
Who clothed you in scarlet and decked you with gold !s

VII.

But vainly the mighty went forth in their might;
Jehovah had doomed them to carnage and flight ;*

The union of martial, devotional, pathetic, and national feeling, in the original of this stanza, is admirable; and the allusion to the loss of Saul's shield is expressed in the true spirit of a "warrior bard," who could sympathize with the bold admonition addressed to the young Spartan, on presenting him with his buckler:-"Return with it, or on it!" The elevated regret of the Hebrew poet for that loss presents an honourable contrast to the Epicurean indifference of Horace's "relicta non bene parmula," and the still more shameless, though amusing, impudence of the Greek poet, Archilochus. "I have thrown away мY buckler," said he, in a fragment of one of his lost works, "but I shall find ANOTHER; and I have saved my LIFE!"

2 "The bow of Jonathan turned not back."-AUTHORISED VERSION

OF THE BIBLE.

"The bow of Jonathan was never held back."-GEDDES'S TRANSLA

TION.

3 Nothing can be more happy than the art with which the poet endeavours to excite the sorrow of his country women for the death of Saul, through the medium of recollections connected with the general passion of the sex for personal finery, and their proportionate inclination to like those who can best contribute to the gratification of that expensive foible. 4"And Samuel said unto Saul, Why hast thou disquieted me to bring me up?. ... To-morrow shalt thou and thy sons be with me: the

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And thou, too, oh Jonathan, thou wert laid low,
In thy beauty and strength by the shafts of the foe.

VIII.

Oh Jonathan! dear as a brother to me,

How distressed is my heart when I think upon thee!
The love thou hast borne me can never be told-
To thine, oh! the wild love of women were cold.1

IX.

Alas for the lovely!-alas for the brave !—

And Israel's glory that rests in their grave.

Alas! for the weapons of war that have perished,

In the brave she adored, and the lovely she cherished.” December 11th, 1836.

Lord also shall deliver the host of Israel into the hand of the Philistines."-1 Samuel xxviii. 15, 19.

The death of Saul, in the circumstance of the real or supposed spectre related to have appeared to him before his last engagement; in his bravery, on that occasion, notwithstanding the naturally depressing effect of such an apparition; and, in his throwing himself upon his sword to avoid being taken by the victorious enemy, presents a considerable resemblance to Plutarch's account of the particulars of the fall of Brutus, at Philippi. On Greek and Roman principles, Saul, in his last battle, in his Waterloo, certainly died like a hero.

"The soul of Jonathan was knit with the soul of David, and Jonathan lo ved him as his own soul."-1 Samuel, xviii. 1.

2 In this versification of David's Lament, the author has kept as close as possible to the Bible, consistent with the metre and stanza selected as the best adapted for doing justice to the subject in rhyme. The shortness, nevertheless, of the three verses in the Bible, answering to stanzas i., vii., and ix. of the poetical version, having rendered it impossible to stretch their meaning through the four lines indispensable in each stanza, some liberties have been taken with the original in those stanzas. These liberties consist in the poetical amplifications made use of in stanzas i. and ix.-in accordance, however, with the spirit of those portions of the original and in the two allusions made in stanzas i. and vii. to the Philistine bowmen and to the predestined defeat of the Israelite army, as being the most appropriate circumstances, from their positive historical connection with the subject, that could be introduced under the necessity alluded to. Allowing for those liberties, the above version will, perhaps, be found to imbody more of the literal sense of the authorized translation of the Bible, with something like what may be supposed to have been the metrical "roll" or effect of the original poem, than any versification yet given in English rhyme.

For some further critical and literary remarks connected with, and for a more exact prose translation of, David's elegy, than that given in the English version of the Bible, see the "POSTSCRIPT" at the end of the volume.

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I.

Он, let not Malice bid thee grieve,
Or darkly teach thee to suspect
This tender heart could e'er deceive,
Or wound thy fondness with neglect;
For, though my boyhood loved to roam,
Like birds that fly from tree to tree,
In thee, at length, I've found a home,
And life is only life with thee.

II.

Then, why should Slander's voice alarm,
Or jealous doubts disturb thy love?
Believe me, Beauty boasts no charm

That could one thought from thee remove:

To me, the world's a boundless sea,

Where, like the bird that "found no rest,"
To one sweet ark of peace I flee-
That only ark-thy faithful breast.

April 17th, 1829.

IMPROMPTU,

On seeing a Reverend Dignitary of the Establishment, beating some poor boys from behind his carriage.

I CANNOT help thinking that 's curious behaviour,
In one who professes to follow our Saviour.
He said, "Let none check little children's approach"-
Yon pampered priest whips them away from his coach!
Besides, without meaning the Church to disparage,
May I ask, "What Apostle e'er rolled in his carriage?"
May 19th, 1829.

1 Mark viii. 13, 14.

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NABIS AND THE UNION.

(Written upon the passing of the Irish Coercion Bill.)

"Experimentum in corpore vili."

MACAULEY'S Speech on the Coercion Act.

WHEN Sparta, from her ancient fame declined,
In prostrate fear and abject slavery pined,
O'er her fallen sons the tyrant Nabis reigned,
With brutal power by force alone maintained—
Like those who now a suffering land o'erawe,
With drum-head justices and martial law.

'Midst other engines by this despot framed,
T'extort by torture what his avarice claimed,
A moving image, filled with spikes, he made,
Whose form his consort's air and garb displayed.
Whene'er a Spartan dared refuse to yield
Whatever sum the greedy tyrant willed,

Towards his feigned queen the prisoner straight was led;
Quick round his frame its arms the image spread;
Touched by a spring, forth flew its iron points,
Transpierced the victim's flesh and crashed his joints;
Till, in the keenest pangs of lingering death,

The captive, bathed in blood, resigned his breath.1
My country! in the hapless Spartan's fate,
Behold an emblem of thy present state!

The captive, for his wealth condemned to gasp
Within th' accursed engine's deadly clasp,
Displays the Union England's love affords-
A gripe of robbery !—an embrace of swords!
And must this tortured land, too long compressed
By such a Nabis' grasp, in misery rest?-

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Slaves, can ye ask? still crouching and dismayed!THE TYRANT'S CHAIN MAY FORM THE FREEMAN'S BLADE.a 1833.

1 Polybius, lib. xiii. cap. 7., tom. iii., p. 451, &c., edit. Schweighæuser. 2 See "POSTSCRIPT TO NABIS AND THE UNION."

ALMIGHTY LORD.

'Devotion is the affection of the heart, and this I feel; for, when I view the wonders of creation, I bow to the majesty of Heaven.' —KENNEDY'S Conversations of Lord Byron, p. 135.

ALMIGHTY Lord, Eternal Cause

Of wide Creation's wondrous laws!
Whose word, Omnific Source of Life,
From dreary, elemental strife,
Illumed the golden fount of light,

And gemmed the sky with worlds by night,
While thousands and ten thousands more,
The farther Science can explore,
Sublimely wheel their fiery race
Along the boundless realms of space!
How insignificant, how mean
Is earthly pomp to such a scene!
But when the microscopic glass
Displays the smallest blade of grass,
The crystal stream, the air we breathe,
The dew from heaven, the earth beneath,
With countless tiny millions swarmed,
Yet ALL with nice perfection formed!
Oh, wisest, greatest, highest, best,
Devotion swells my throbbing breast!-
Devotion, not the scheme of knaves,
To fleece the crowd, their blinded slaves,
But such by Reason justly called,
From Superstition disenthralled;
Reason, whose torch and Wisdom's voice
Suffice to guide to virtue's choice-
I spurn vile Passion's guilty fires,
And pitying monarchs' low desires,
Their transient power, their sordid gold
By which mankind are bought and sold;
The dreams of fabling Fear dissolve;
No gloomy doubts my soul involve;
Truth hurls Imposture from her throne,
And bids me trust in THEE alone!
February 27th, 1829.

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