Taking of Warsaw.-CAMPBELL. 1 When leagued Oppression poured to northern wars

Her whiskered pandoors and her fierce hussars, Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Pealed her loud drum, and twanged her trumpet horn; Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van,

Presaging wrath to Poland—and to man! 2 Warsaw's last champion, from her height surveyed,

Wide o’er the fields, a waste of ruin laid,-
(9) Oh! Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save;
Is there no hand on high to shield the brave?
Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains,
Rise, fellow men! our country yet remains!
By that dread name, we wave the sword on high,
And swear for her to live!_with her to die!

(6) He said, and on the rampart-heights arrayed
His trusty warriors, few, but undismayed!
Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form,
Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm;
Low, murmuring sounds along their banners fly,
Revenge, or death,—the watchword and reply;
(<) Then pealed the notes, omnipotent to charm,

And the loud tocsin tolled their last alarm! -
4 In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few!

From rank to rank your volleyed thunder flew:-
Oh! bloodiest picture in the book of Time,
Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime;
Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe,
Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her wo!
Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear,
Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career!
Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked—as Kosciusko fell.

5 The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there,

Tumultuous murder shook the midnight air-
On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murm'ring far below;

The storm prevails, the ramparts yield away,
Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay;
Hark! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall,
A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call!
Earth shook-red meteors flashed along the sky,

And conscious Nature shuddered at the cry! 6 Departed spirits of the mighty dead!

Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled!
Friends of the world! restore your swords to man,
Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van!
Yet for Samartia's tears of blood atone,
And make her arm puissant as your own!
Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return
The patriot Tellthe Bruce of Bannockburn!


Lord Chatham.—BUTLER Of those, by whom Lord North was preceded, none, probably, except Lord Chatham, will be remembered by posterity; but the nature of the eloquence of

this extraordinary man, it is extremely difficult to de5 scribe.

No person in his external appearance was ever more bountifully gifted by nature for an orator. In his look and his gesture, grace and dignity were combined, but

dignity presided; the "terrors of his beak, the light10 nings of his eye,” were insufferable. His voice was both

full and clear; his lowest whisper was distinctly heard, his middle tones were sweet, rich, and beautifully varied; when he elevated his voice to its highest pitch, the

house was completely filled with the volume of the 15 sound. The effect was awful, except when he wished

to cheer or animate; he then had spirit-stirring notes, which were perfectly irresistible. He frequently rose, on a sudden, from a very low to a very high key, but it

seemed to be without effort. His diction was remark20 ably simple, but words were never chosen with greater

care; he mentioned to a friend that he had perused some of Dr. Barrow's Sermons so often as to know them by heart.

His sentiments too, were apparently simple; but sen25 timents were never adopted or uttered with greater skill;

he was often familiar and even playful, but it was the familiarity and playfulness of condescension - the lion that dandled with the kid. The terrible, however, was

his peculiar power. Then the whole house sunk before 30 him.-Still he was dignified; and wonderful as was his

eloquence, it was attended with this most important effect, that it impressed every hearer with a conviction, that there was something in him even finer than his

words; that the man was infinitely greater than the or35 ator. No impression of this kind was made by the eloquence of his son, or his son's antagonist.

Still,—with the great man,- for great he certainly was,-manner did much.

One of the fairest specimens which we possess of his lordship’s oratory, is his speech,

in 1776, for the repeal of the stamp act. 40 Most, perhaps, who read the report of this speech, in

Almon's Register, will wonder at the effect, which it is known to have produced on the hearers; yet the report is tolerably exact, and exbibits, although faintly, its lead

ing features. But they should have seen the look of in45 effable contempt, with which he surveyed the late Mr.

Grenville, who sat within one of him, and should have heard him say with that look,—"As to the late ministry,-every capital measure they have taken, has been

entirely wrong" They should also have beheld him, 50 when addressing himself to Mr. Grenville's successors,

he said, — "As to the present gentlemen, – those, at least, whom I have in my eye,”-looking at the bench on which Mr. Conway sat,)—“I have no objection; I

have never been made a sacrifice by any of them.55 Some of them have done me the honour to ask my poor

opinion, before they would engage to repeal the act:they will do me the justice to own, I did advise them to engage to do it,-but notwithstanding-(for I love to be

explicit,)- I cannot give them my oonfidence. Pardon 60 me, gentlemen,”—(bowing to them,) — confidence is a

plant of slow growth.” Those, who remember the air of condescending protection, with which the bow was made, and the look given, when he spoke these words,

will recollect how much they themselves, at the moment, 65 were both delighted and awed, and what they them

selves then conceived of the immeasurable superiority of the orator over every human being that surrounded

him. In the passages which we have cited, there is 70 nothing which an ordinary speaker might not have said;

it was the manner, and the manner only, which produced the effect.


Mr. Fox and Mr. Pitt.-BUTLER. On his first separation from the ministry, Mr. Fox assumed the character of a whig.

Alinost the whole of his political life was spent in opposition to his majesty's ministers. In vehemence and 5 power of argument he resembled Demosthenes; but

there the resemblance ended. He possessed a strain of ridicule and wit, wbich nature denied to the Athenian; and it was the more powerful, as it always appeared to

be blended with argument, and to result from it. To 10 the perfect composition which so eminently distinguish

es the speeches of Demosthenes, he had no pretence. He was heedless of method:-having the complete command of good words, he never sought for better; if

those, which occurred, expressed his meaning clearly 15 and forcibly, he paid little attention to their arrangement or harmony.

The moment of his grandeur was, when, after he had stated the argument of his adversary, with much greater

strength than his adversary had done, and with much 20 greater than any of his hearers thought possible, he

seized it with the strength of a giant, and tore and trampled on it to destruction. If, at this moment, he had possessed the power of the Athenian over the pas

sions or the imaginations of his hearers, he might have 25 disposed of the house at his pleasure; but this was de

nied to him; and, on this account, his speeches fell very short of the effect, which otherwise they must have produced.

It is difficult to decide on the comparative merit of 30 him and Mr. Pitt; the latter had not the vehement reasoning, or argumentative ridicule, of Mr. Fox: but he

had more splendour, more imagery, and much more method and discretion. His long, lofty, and reverential

panegyrics of the British constitution, his eloquent vi35 tuperations of those, whom he described as advocating the democratic spirit, then let loose on the inhabitants

of the earth, and his solemn adjuration of the house, to do fend and to assist him, in defending their all against it,

were, in the highest degree, both imposing and concib 40 iating. In addition, he had the command of bittér, con

temptuous sarcasm, which tortured to madness. This he could expand or compress at pleasure: even in one member of a sentence, he could inflict a wound that was

never healed. 45 Mr. Fox had a captivating earnestness of tone and

manner; Mr. Pitt was more dignified than earnest. The action of Mr. Fox was easy and graceful; Mr. Pitt's cannot be praised. It was an observation of the

reporters in the gallery, that it required great exertion 50 to follow Mr. Fox while he was speaking; none to re

member what he had said; that it was easy and do lightful to follow Mr. Pitt; not so easy to recollect what had delighted them. It may be added, that, in all Mr. Fox's speeches, even when he was most violent, there

an unquestionable indication of good humour, which attracted every heart. Where there was such a seeming equipoise of merit, the two last circumstances might be thought to turn the scale; but Mr. Pitt's un

deviating circumspection,-sometimes concealed, some60 times ostentatiously displayed, -tended to obtain for

him, from the considerate and the grave, a confidence which they denied to his rival.

55 was


Death of Lord Chatham.- PERCY. Lord Chatham entered the House of Lords for the last time on the 7th of April 1778, leaning upon two friends. He was wrapped up in flannel, and looked pale and ema

ciated. His eye was still penetrating; and though with ☆ the evident appearance of a dying man, there never was

geen a figure of more dignity; he appeared like a being

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