O crested Lochiel! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, 1 Return to thy dwelling; all lonely return! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, Lochiel. False wizard, avaunt!' I have marshalled my Seer. Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day! Now in darknèss and billows he sweeps from But where is the iron-bound prisoner? Where? For the red eye of battle is shut in despair. Say, mounts he the ocean-wave, banished, forlorn, Like a limb from his country cast bleeding and tōrn? Ah! no; for a darker departure is near; The war-drum is muffled, and black is the bier; Yon sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell! 1 Return, (re tern). 'Avaunt, (å vånt'). ' Clay' mōre, a large, two-handed sword, formerly used by the Scottish Highlanders. 'Wrath, (råth). Life flutters, convulsed, in his quivering limbs, Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beat, Lochiel. Down, soothlèss insulter! I trust not the tale! So black with dishonor, so foul with retreat! Though his perishing ranks should be strewed in their gōre, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shōre, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe! Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame! THOMAS CAMPBELL. THOMAS CAMPBELL, the distinguished poet, was born in Glasgow, on the 27th of July, 1777. Owing to the straightened circumstances of his father young Campbell was obliged, while attending college, to have recourse to private teaching as a tutor. Notwithstanding this additional labor, he made rapid progress in his studies, and attained considerable distinction at the university of his native city. He very early gave proofs of his aptitude for literary composition, especially in the department of poetry. At the age of twenty, he occasionally labored for the booksellers, while attending lectures at the university in Edinburgh. In 1799, his first extended poem, "The Pleasures of Hope," was published. Its success was instantaneous and without parallel. It is not too much to say, that it is, without an exception, the finest didactic poem in the English language. In 1809, he published "Gertrude of Wyoming," which holds the second place among his lengthier poems, and to which were attached the most celebrated of his grand and powerful lyrics. Though Campbell was too frequently timid, and noted more for beauties of expression than for high inventive power and vigorous execution, yet his lyrical pieces, particularly “The Battle of the Baltic," "Mariners of England," "Hohenlinden," and "Lochiel's Warning," which appear to have been struck off at a heat, prove conclusively that his conceptions, when not too much subjected to elaboration, were glowing, bold, and powerful. In the latter part of the poet's life his circumstances were materially improved. In 1826, he was elected Lord Rector of the University of Glasgow. He died July 15th, 1844, and his remains were solemnly interred in Westminster Abbey. V. 82. BATTLE OF WARSAW. SACRED Truth! thy triumph ceased ǎwhile, Her whiskered pandoors, and her fierce hussars, Presaging wrath to Poland and to man. 2. Warsaw's last champion from her height surveyed, O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save! 4. In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few! From rank to rank your volleyed thunder flew : Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe! Dropped from her nervelèss grasp the shattered spear, 'Sarmatia, (sår ma' shỉ å), the classical name of Poland. For many centuries Poland existed as an independent and powerful State, but having fallen a prey to internal dissensions, it was violently seized by Russia, Prussia, and Austria, and divided between them. The first partition took place in 1772, a second in 1793, 2 and a third in 1795. The Poles have made several attempts to recover their liberty, the last of which was in 1830. 2 Thaddeus Kŏs`cí ŭsko, a noble Pole, was born in 1756. When young, he served the United States in their war of independence against England, where he rose to the rank of 5. The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there, VI. 33. THE SIEGE OF LEYDEN. CAMPBELL. EANTIME the besieged city was at its last gasp. The burghers had been in a state of uncertainty for many days; being aware that the fleet had set forth for their relief, but knowing full well the thousand obstacles which it had to surmount. They had guessed its progress by the illumination from the blazing villages; they had heard its salvos' of artillery on its arrival at North Aa;' but since then, all had been dark and mournful again, hope and fear, in sickening alternation, distracting every breast. 2. They knew that the wind was unfavorable, and at the dawn of each day every eye was turned wistfully to the vanes of the steeples. So long as the easterly breeze prevailed, they felt, as they anxiously stood on towers and housetops, that they must look in vain for the welcome ocean. Yet, while thus patiently waiting, they were literally starving. Bread, malt-cake, horseflesh, had entirely disappeared; dogs, cats, rats, and other vermin, were esteemed luxuries. A small number of cows, kept as long as possible, for their milk, still remained; but a few were killed from day to day, and distributed in minute propor general. He returned to Poland, and signalized himself at the head of one of her armies in 1792 and 1793; and when the Poles rose up against their oppressors in 1794, he was made their generalissimo, and their dictator. He was wounded and taken prisoner by the Russians at the fatal battle of Maciovice, October 1st, 1794. and the complete downfall of his country soon followed. He closed his unstained and noble life in Switzerland in 1817. 'Sǎl' vō, a general discharge of fire-arms; a volley. ? North Aa, (å). tions, hardly sufficient to support life among the famishing population. 3. Starving wretches swarmed daily around the shambles where these cattle were slaughtered, contending for any morsel which might fall, and lapping eagerly the blood as it ran along the pavement; while the hides, chopped and boiled, were greedily devoured. Women and children, all day long, were seen searching gutters and dunghills for morsels of food, which they disputed fiercely with the famishing dogs. The green leaves were stripped from the trees, every living herb was converted into human food; but these expedients could not avert starvation. 4. The daily mortality was frightful: infants starved to death on the maternal breasts which famine had parched and withered; mothers dropped dead in the streets, with their dead children in their arms. In many a house the watchmen, in their rounds, found a whole family of corpses,-father, mother, children, side by side; for a disorder called the plague, naturally engendered of hardship and famine, now came, as if in kindness, to abridge the agony of the people. The pestilence stalked at noonday through the city, and the doomed inhabitants fell like grass beneath the scythe. From six thousand to eight thousand human beings sank before this scourge alone; yet the people resolutely held out,-women and men mutually encouraging each other to resist the entrance of their foreign foe,—an evil mōre horrible than pest or famine. 5. Leyden was sublime in its despair. A few murmurs were, however, occasionally heard at the steadfastness of the magistrates, and a dead body was placed at the door of the burgomaster, as a silent witness against his inflexibility, A party of the more faint-hearted even assailed the heroic Adrian Van der Werf with threats and reproaches as he passed through the streets. A crowd had gathered around him as he reached a triangular place in the center of the town, into which many of the principal streets emptied themselves, and upon one side of which stood the church of Saint Pancras. There stood the burgomaster, a tall, haggard, imposing figure, with dark visage and a tranquil but commanding eye. He waved his broad-leaved felt hat for silence, and then exclaimed, in language which has been almost literally preserved: 6. "What would ye, my friends? Why do ye murmur that |