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and interest; and, whilst she commanded the applause of the world, she taught her name to be feared, and her friendship and alliance to be courted by every civilized power. The Roman Commonwealth never was insulted with impunity,the Roman monarchy was rarely respected with sincerity. The cause is obvious. The citizen of Rome felt every aggression offered to his country as an injury to himself; but the subject of an emperor chosen by the soldiery had nothing to do with his country's welfare, but to add to her necessities. Some of the emperors, indeed, are exceptions to this censure; they ruled with moderation and wisdom; and, by the vigour of their government, and prudence of their measures, prolonged, but could not preyent, the approaching fall of that noble ruin, on which their fame, and wealth, and power, were built. Happy is the feeling that comes with this reflection, when brought into contrast with our own country.
. England, with the freedom of the Roman Commonwealth, with a name, earned by the same prowess, that may vie with the proudest hour of Roman glory, combines in her constitution and government the magnificence of a monarchy, more glorious and substantial than that of Rome.
May this freedom, power, and glory, be long,,may it for ever be the lot of our country. She has anomalies and morbid parts in her constitution ; but, as a whole, where or when has it been surpassed? Where or when has it been equalled? Where is liberty so great! Where is justice so pure? Where is wealth so abundant, and happiness so general? Is it in Italy, the enervated mother of degenerated and bigotted Romans? Is it in France, brought to the earth for her misdeeds, and loaded with shameIs it in Spain, distracted by a hundred political parties? Is it in the sterile country of Sweden, or the gloomy government of Prussia ? Is it in Turkey or Russia, where all alike are slaves in regular progression? Is it in India, or China, or Persia, where men have no minds but the will of their masters? They are found only in a speck in the ocean. To Albion, the mistress of the sea, -the queen of the world, -the arbiter of other's rights, the maintainer of her own,--the parent of charity and of chastity, the valorous offspring of honour and of virtue,-appertain these glorious prerogatives of power, and plenitude and praise. Bright is the sun of her glory; may it never set,-only when the world shall fall, may Britain decline; and be that the last hour of universal existence, when her name and her greatness shall depart.--ay, let all depart together into the darkness and abyss of eternity!
Thou all-sufficient Traveller of the Sky!
Proud of thy native strength and beam,
The Son of the Supreme !
With emulation fir'd,
Alas! we mark thy parting step!
Thy gem'd ambrosial curls, which sweep,
From dross of night, celestial, pure,
Where is thy fulgid lamp display'd ?
I ween not now,- for, oh, I see
These horrcurs chang'd for thine and thee!
And eminent above the rest,
A sullen Chief, of brow comprest,
Speak fix'd, interminable hate,
its execution sure and swift as fate.
'Tis sordid Winter, monarch grim!
The trees they shake from every hill,
His drear approach proclaiming!
And stores of snow already framing,
Whose false path sinks the peasant deep,
Before bim stalks a Gorgon vast,
Strikes Agriculture to the ground;
E'en now imagination shows,
Till to yield up her power constrain’d,
She the cest of peace unbinds
He--he directs the steed of winds,
She, from her hand, at random, sends
And rolls the thunder's awful sound,
From nethermost abyss of ocean driven,
Where the tempest highest foams,
Or on the top of tallest masts,
His horrid form he laves,
On the loosen'd verge of a ridgy steep,
See! ah, see! frantic Fear !
Ab! see, ah! see her there,
These circle Winter and his train,-
First, Idleness, tho' seeming strong,
Ever and anon she sounds alarms :
See, Poverty, with iron hands,
By Discontent and Envy stands; And ills appear, so cluster'd, all abroad,
That, with their terrors overaw'd,
The Muses cannot name,
With numerous hideous forms :
And with relentless fangs blood-stain'd,
Her name is Famine, worse than storms!
But rav’ning few, whom sterner fate upyields ;
Exulting she beholds the prostrate fields,
Pale Famine's desolating reign;
0, Thou !--of Heaven and Earth First-born! The Sovereign of the glowing morn!
this time, indeed, the Romans were particularly watchful over their privileges. The Commonwealth, though not arrived at maturity, was yet in its vigour; and any, the least encroachment on a government and constitution they had formed with so much care, and established by so much blood, was sure to call forth the displeasure, and oftentimes the vengeance of the people. They banished a consul, because he was a collateral branch, and bore the name of the royal family of Tarquin, whom they had justly dethroned and expelled. Another consul was obliged to raze his house to the ground, because its superior magnificence seemed to be incompatible with the pretensions of a citizen. Were these acts of oppression? So far as regards the individuals, perhaps they were. But, although we may condemn the particular injustice, who can fail to admire the tenacious care with which the republic was thus continually guarded. It is in this way that the insidious inroads of tyranny are effectually barred. Whilst the Romans slept, the enemy had nearly taken the capitol: when they had totally sunk into vice and effeminacy, the republic was lost altogether.
Porsenna, the general and king of the Etrurians, was so astonished at the valour of a Roman soldier, who singly defended the entrance of a bridge against the whole body of the enemy, that he recalled his army, and no longer dared to encounter the Romans. It was thus that they won their greenest laurels : in the public spirit of her people, Rome found a bulwark impervious to numbers and to difficulties. Had this man loved himself better than his country, the Roman army would have been defeated and disgraced. His personal safety was nothing, weighed against the honour of his native land; that he saved, and gave to his country security,—to himself, immortality.
At a much later period, we meet with examples of public spirit, which shew that the virtue and patriotism of this wonderful people had, in the course of many years, suffered no diminution. The Roman territory was subject to the inroads of the barbarians, who, having tasted the luxuries of Italy, and felt the soft influence of her mild and fortunate climate, could not but prefer a permanent settlement in that country to the inhospitable accommodation and stern rigour of their native forests. Wherever they found opposition or impediment, they repelled it with the frenzied valour and indiscri. minate slaughter of savages; and Rome, distressed and weakened by internal commotions, experienced the worst, and almost the last effects of the repeated incursions of the Goths.
Camillus, one of her wisest senators and ablest generals,