fragments of shipwreck; but it is the equal current of a majestic river, which safely bears upon its bosom the riches of the land, and reads its history in the smiling cities and villages that are reflected from its unvarying surface. Such is the praise of the late Chief Justice Tilghman. He merited, by his public works and by his private virtues, the respect and affection of his countrymen; and the best wish for his country and his office is, that his mantle have fallen may his successor. upon DINO. BY THOMAS FISHER. THE transient and eventful day And now the dim and sulphury cloud, The battle ceased, and all was still Naught but their twinkling lances' gleam Upon the morning of that day, Had led those glittering legions forth, There moved the phalanx of the brave, Of the dark Arctic, when it rolls On their proud frontlets you might trace, The character of many a race, The chivalry of many an age. The sons of sires whom Cæsar led, Were marching with a measured tread Beside the noblest youth of France- Nor cared, as heroes live, to die. Inured to battle, and to storm, Of lion-heart, unused to yield: That soldier, who in early youth ⚫ Had met the Arab's whirlwind-lance, Still follows here with changeless truth, The yet ascending star of France. Amid his chosen chiefs of war, Napoleon from a height survey'd The mighty masses of the Czar, And thought, as rose the cloudless sun, 'Twas thus-when Austerlitz was won. Now 'tis the evening;-on the plain To march beneath a distant sky— The peasant of the winding Rhine Has wandered from his vine-wrought bowers, The shepherd of the Appenine Has left his flock-his mountain flowers; Yon dresser of the olive-grove Has torn him from his plighted love Upon Italia's hills afar She gazes on the evening star, That youth will ne'er return again; When the last rallying charge of horse In gather'd flights, the wintry year, But soon the sun will light again Yet onward, 'neath the northern sky, For they shall find a fiercer foe E'en than the desert-nurtured men; And their proud bearers shall lie low, Entomb'd in wastes of wolf-traced snow. |