The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.1

The Soldier's Dream.

In life's morning march, when my bosom was

young.

Ibid.

But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.

Ibid.

A stoic of the woods,

a man without a tear. Gertrude. Part i. St. 23.

O Love! in such a wilderness as this.

Ibid. Part iii. St. 1.

The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below!

Ibid. Part iii. St. 5.

Again to the battle, Achaians!

Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!

Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree,

It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the

free.

Song of the Greeks.

Drink ye to her that each loves best,

And if you nurse a flame

That 's told but to her mutual breast,

We will not ask her name.

Drink ye to her.

To live in hearts we leave behind,

Is not to die.

Hallowed Ground.

1 The starres, bright centinels of the skies.

Habington, Castara, Dialogue between Night and Araphil.

JONATHAN M. SEWALL. 1748-1808.

No pent-up Utica contracts your powers,
But the whole boundless continent is yours.
Epilogue to Cato

ROBERT EMMET. 1780-1803.

Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph.

Speech on his Trial and Conviction for High Treason,
September, 1803.

(THOMAS) LORD DENMAN. 1779-1854.

A delusion, a mockery, and a snare. O'Connell v. The Queen, 11 Clark and Finnelly.

The mere repetition of the Cantilena of lawyers cannot make it law, unless it can be traced to some competent authority; and, if it be irreconcilable, to some clear legal principle.

Ibid.

I Written for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth, N. H.

WALTER SCOTT. 1771-1832.

Such is the custom of Branksome-Hall.

The Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto i. St. vii.
If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.

O fading honours of the dead!
O high ambition, lowly laid!

Canto ii. St. 1.

Canto ii. St. 10.

Canto ii. St. 12.

I was not always a man of woe.
I cannot tell how the truth may be ;
I say the tale as 't was said to me.

Canto ii. St. 22.

In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green.
Love rules the court, the camp, the
And men below, and saints above;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

grove,

Canto iii. St. 1.

Her blue eyes sought the west afar,
For lovers love the western star.

Canto iii. St. 24.

Canto iv. St. 1.

Along thy wild and willowed shore.

Ne'er

Was flattery lost on Poet's ear:

A simple race! they waste their toil

For the vajn tribute of a smile. Canto iv. St. 35.

Call it not vain ;- they do not err
Who say, that, when the Poet dies,
Mute Nature mourns her worshipper,
And celebrates his obsequies.

The Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto v. St. 1.

True love's the gift which God has given
To man alone beneath the heaven :
It is not fantasy's hot fire,

Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly;

It liveth not in fierce desire,

With dead desire it doth not die;

It is the secret sympathy,

The silver link, the silken tie,

Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,

In body and in soul can bind.

Canto v. St. 13.

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned

From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down

To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.

The Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto vi. St. 1.

O Caledonia! stern and wild,

Meet nurse for a poetic child!

Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;

Land of the mountain and the flood.

Canto vi. St. 2.

Profaned the God-given strength, and marred the lofty line. Marmion. Introduc. to Canto 1.

Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth,

When thought is speech, and speech is truth.

Introduc. to Canto ii.

When, musing on companions gone,

We doubly feel ourselves alone.

"T is an old tale and often told ;

But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betrayed for gold,

That loved, or was avenged, like me.

In the lost battle,

Borne down by the flying,

Where mingles war's rattle

With groans of the dying.

Where's the coward that would

To fight for such a land?

Ibid.

Canto ii. St. 27.

Canto iii. St. 10.

not dare

Canto iv. St. 30.

Lightly from fair to fair he flew,
And loved to plead, lament, and sue;