Patriotism.

PATRIOTISM AND FREEDOM.

BY JOANNA BAILLIE.

INSENSIBLE to high heroic deeds,
Is there a spirit clothed in mortal weeds,
Who at the patriot's moving story
Devoted to his country's good,

Devoted to his country's glory,

Shedding for freemen's rights his generous blood

Listeneth not with deep heaved, high,

Quivering nerve, and glistening eye,

Feeling within a spark of heavenly flame,

That with the hero's worth may humble kindred

claim?

If such there be, still let him plod

On the dull foggy paths of care,

Nor raise his eyes from the dank sod

To view creation fair:

What boots to him the wondrous works of God? His soul with brutal things hath ta'en its earthly

lair.

Oh! who so base as not to feel
The pride of freedom once enjoy'd,
Though hostile gold or hostile steel
Have long that bliss destroy'd?
The meanest drudge will sometimes vaunt
Of independent aires who bore

Names known to fame in days of yore,
Spite of the smiling stranger's taunt;
But recent freedom lost-what heart

Can bear the humbling thought—the quick'ning, mad'ning smart?

TO ENGLAND.

BY COWPER.

ENGLAND, with all thy faults, I love thee stillMy country! and, while yet a nook is left, Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrain'd to love thee. Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year most part deformed With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost, I would not exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines: nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bewers.

HOFER.*

BY H. T. TUCKERMAN.

I WILL not kneel to yield my life;
Behold me firmly stand,

As oft I've stood in deadly strife
For my dear father-land;

The cause for which I long have bled,
I cherish to the last,-
God's blessing be upon it shed
When my vain life is past!

On Nature's ramparts I was born,
And o'er them walk'd elate,
My retinue the hues of dawn,

The mists my robe of state;
I will not shame my mountain-birth,
Slaves only crouch to die,

Erect I'll take my leave of earth,

With clear and dauntless eye.

"At the place of execution he said 'he stood before Him who created him; and standing he would yield up his spirit to Him.' A coin which had been issued during his administration, he delivered to the corporal, with the charge to bear witness, that in his last hour, he felt himself bound by every tie of constancy to his poor father-land. Then he cried fire!"

Thoughts of the eagle's lofty home,
Of stars that ever shine,
The torrent's crested arch of foam,
The darkly waving pine,

The dizzy crag, eternal snow,
Echoes that wildly roll-
With valor make my bosom glow,
And wing my parting soul.

This coin will make my country's tears,
Fresh cast in Freedom's mould,
'Tis dearer to my brave compeers
Than all your despot's gold;

O, let it bear the last farewell
Of one free mountaineer,
And bid the Tyrol peasants swell
Their songs of martial cheer!

I've met ye on a fairer field,

And seen ye tamely bow, Think not with suppliant knee I'll yield To craven vengeance now; Cut short my few and toilsome days,

Set loose a tyrant's thral!,

I'll die with unaverted gaze,

And conquer as I fall.