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The Arbiter of others' fate
A Suppliant for his own!
Or dread of death alone ?
He who of old would rend the oak,
Dreamed not of the rebound ; Chained by the trunk he vainly broke
Alone-how looked he round ?
And darker fate hast found :
Was slaked with blood of Rome, Threw down the dagger—dared depart,
In savage grandeur, home.--
Yet left him such a doom !
hour Of self-upheld, abandoned power. The Spaniard, when the lust of sway
Had lost its quickening spell,
An empire for a cell ;
His dotage trifled well :
But thou—from thy reluctant hand
The thunderbolt is wrung-
To which thy weakness clung ;
To see thine own unstrung ;
And Earth has spilt her blood for him,
Who thus can hoard his own ! And Monarchs bowed the trembling limb,
And thanked him for a throne ! Fair Freedom ! we may hold thee dear, When thus thy mightiest foes their fear
In humblest guise have shown,
Nor written thus in vain-
Or deepen every stain-
To shame the world again-
Is vile as vulgar clay ;
To all that pass away ;
To dazzle and dismay ;
Nor deemed Contempt could thus make mirth Of these, the Conquerors of the earth.
And she, proud Austria's mournful flower,
Thy still imperial bride ;
Still clings she to thy side ?
Thou throneless Homicide ?
Then haste thee to thy sullen Isle,
And gaze upon the sea ;
It ne'er was ruled by thee !
That Earth is now as free !
Thou Timour! in his captive's cage
What thoughts will there be thine,
But one-'The world was mine!'
Life will not long confine
Wilt thou withstand the shock ?
His vulture and his rock !
Foredoomed by God-by man accurst,
The very Fiend's arch mock;
There was a day—there was an hour,
While earth was Gaul's—Gaul thine –
Unsated to resign
And gilded thy decline
But thou, forsooth, must be a King,
And don the purple vest,-
Remembrance from thy breast.
thou wert fond to wear,
Where may the wearied eye repose
When gazing on the Great ;
Nor despicable state ?
Whom envy dared not hate,
THE STRUGGLE BETWEEN THE FRENCH AND
ENGLISH IN SOUTHERN INDIA.
The man who first saw that it was possible to found an European empire on the ruins of the Mogul monarchy was Dupleix. His restless, capacious, and inventive mind had formed this scheme at a time when the ablest servants of the English Company were busied only about invoices and bills of lading. Nor had he only proposed to himself the end. He had also a just and distinct view of the means by which it was to be attained. Ye clearly saw that the greatest force which the princes of India could bring into the field would be no match for a small body of men trained in the discipline and guided by the tactics of the West. He saw also that the natives of India might, under European commanders, be formed into armies, such as Saxe or Frederic would be proud to command. He was perfectly aware that the most easy and convenient way in which an European adventurer could exercise sovereignty in India, was to govern the motions, and to speak through the mouth of some glittering puppet dignified by the title of Nabob or Nizam. The arts both of war and policy, which a few years later were employed with such signal success by the English, were first understood and practised by this ingenious and aspiring Frenchman.
The situation of India was such that scarcely any aggression could be without a pretext, either in old laws or in recent practice. All rights were in a state of utter uncertainty ; and the Europeans who took part in the disputes of the natives confounded the confusion by applying to Asiatic politics the public law of the West, and analogies drawn from the feudal system. If it was convenient to treat a Nabob as an independent prince, there was an excellent plea for doing
He was independent in fact. If it was convenient to