XV. But in Man's dwellings he became a thing XVI. Self-exiled Harold wanders forth again, With nought of hope left, but with less of gloom; That all was over on this side the tomb, Which, though 'twere wild, - as on the plunder'd wreck XVII. Stop! For thy tread is on an Empire's dust! (1) XVIII. And Harold stands upon this place of skulls, pride of place" (') here last the eagle flew, PRIDE of place" is a term of falconry, and means the highest pitch o fight. See Macbeth, &c. "An Eagle towering in his pride of place Was by a mousing Owl hawked at and killed." Then tore with bloody talon the rent plain, Pierced by the shaft of banded nations through He wears the shatter'd links of the world's broken chain. XIX. Fit retribution! Gaul may champ the bit And foam in fetters; but is Earth more free? Did nations combat to make One submit ; Pay the Wolf homage? proffering lowly gaze And servile knees to thrones? No; prove before ye praise! XX. If not, o'er one fallen despot boast no more! XXI. There was a sound of revelry by night, The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; (2) But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knel.! (1) See the famous song on Harmodius and Aristogiton. The best Enguish translation is in Bland's Anthology, by Mr. Denman. "With myrtle my sword will I wreathe," &c. (2) On the night previous to the action, it is said that a ball was given at Brussels. XXII. Did ye not hear it? - No; 'twas but the wind, On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; But, hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! the cannon's opening roar ! XXIII. Within a window'd niche of that high hall And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell: XXIV. Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, XXV. And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, O whispering, with white lips-"The foe! They come ! they come!" XXVI. And wild and high the " Cameron's gathering" rose! And (') Evan's, (3) Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears! XXVII. And Ardennes (3) waves above them her green leaves, Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. XXVIII. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, Battle's magnificently-stern array! the day The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent Which her own clay shall cover, heap'd and pent, Rider and horse, — friend, foe, in one red burial blent! (1,2) Sir Evan Cameron, and his descendant Donald, the "gentle Lochic] " of the "forty-five." (3) The wood of Soignies is supposed to be a remnant of the "forest of Arden nes, famous in Boiardo's Orlando, and immortal in Shakspeare's "As you like it." It is also celebrated in Tacitus as being the spot of successful defence by the Germans against the Roman encroachments. I have ventured to adopt the name connected with nobler associations than those of mere slaughter. XXIX. Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine, Yet one I would select from that proud throng, Partly because they blend me with his line, And partly that I did his sire some wrong, And partly that bright names will hallow song; And his was of the bravest, and when shower'd The death-bolts deadliest the thinn'd files along, Even where the thickest of war's tempest lower'd, They reach'd no nobler breast than thine, young, gallant Howard! XXX. There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring. (') XXXI. I turn'd to thee, to thousands, of whom each And one as all a ghastly gap did make The Archangel's trump, not Glory's, must awake (1) My guide from Mont St. Jean over the field seemed intelligent and accurate. The place where Major Howard fell was not far from two tall and solitary trees (there was a third cut down, or shivered in the battle) which stand a few yards from each other at a pathway's side. Beneath these he died and was buried. The body has since been removed to England. A small hollow for the present marks where it lay, but will probably soon be effaced; the plough has been upon it, and the grain is. After pointing out the different spots where Picton and other gallant men had perished, the guide said, "Here Major Howard lay: I was near him when wounded." I told him my relationship, and he seemed then sull more anxious to point out the particular spot and circumstances. The place is one of the most marked in the field from the peculiarity of the two trees above mentioned. I went on horseback twice over the field, comparing it with my recollection of similar scenes. As a plain, Waterloo seems marked out for the scene of some great action, though this may be mere imagination: I have viewed with attention those of Platen, Troy, Mantinea, Leuctra, Charonca, and Marathon; and the field around Mont St. Jean and Hougoumont appears to want little but a better cause, and that undefinable but impressive halo which the lapse of ages throws around a celebrated spot, to vie in interest which any or all of these, except perhaps the last mentioned. |