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BATTLE OF WATERLOO.
(LORD BYRON). There was a sound of revelry by nightı; | And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her beauty, and her chivalry ;and bright | The lamps shone o'er fair women, and brave men il A thousand hearts beat hap'pily ; | and, when Music arose, with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love' to eyes which spake again; |
And all went merry as a mar'riage-bell-1
Did ye not hear it? | No;l 'twas but the wind',
till morn', / when Youth, and Pleasure meet
And nearer, | clearer, | dead'lier than before !
Within a window'd niche of that high hall, |
And rous'd the vengeance, blood alone could quell.. Ha rush'd into the field, and foremost fighting, fell.
Ah! then, and there was hurrying to, and fro, |
a Soft eyes ; not sof-ties.
And there were sudden part'ings, / such as press |
If ever more should meet those mutual eyes,
And there was mounting in hot haste:/ the steed, |
the soldier ere the morning star'; / While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, I Or whispering, with white lips, w". The foes! They
come! they come'!"
lAnd wild and high the “Cameron's gathering” rose ! | 2 The war-note of Lochiel', / which Albyn’s hills | Have heard, / and heard too, have her Saxon foes :How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, 1 Savage, and shrill. ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring / which instils |
The stirring memory of a thousand years ; | And Evan's, | Don'ald's fame, / rings in each clansman's
And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves',
Of living valour, rolling on the foe,
Last noon beheld them full of lusty life'; |
Which her own clay shall cover, | heap'd and pent', Rider, and horse',- | friend', | foe', - | in one red burial
SPEECH ON THE SUBJECT OF EMPLOYING THE INDIANS TO
FIGHT AGAINST THE AMERICANS. Nov. 18, 1777.*
(WILLIAM PITT, EARL OF CHATHAM.)
I can not, my lords, | I will' not join in congratulation | on misfortune and disgrace. | This, my lords, / is a perilous, and tremendous moment :/ it is not a time for adula'tion :/ the smoothness of flattery cannot save us | in this rugged and awful crisis. . It is now necessary | to instruct the throne in the language of truth. / We must, if possible, dispel the delusion, and darkness which envelope it ;/ and display in its full danger, and genuine colours, the ruin which is brought to our doors.
Can ministers still presume to expect support in their infatua'tion ? | Can parliament be so dead to its dignity, and duty,| as to give its support to measures thus obtruded, and forced upon it ? | measures, my lords, / which have reduced this late flourishing empire to scorn, and contempt. ! But yesterday, / and England might have stood against the world ;l now, none so poor as to do her revierence !)
* Mr Pitt delivered this speech in opposition to Lord Suffolk, who proposed in Parliament to employ the Indians against the Americans ; and who had said, in the course of the debate, that they had a right to use all the means, that God and Nature had put into their hands, to conquer America.
The people whom we at first despised as rebels, but whom we now acknowledge as enemies,| are abetted against us, supplied with every military store', their interest consulted, and their ambassadors entertained by our inveterate enemy;/ and ministers do not, and dare' not | interpose with dignity, or effect.
The desperate state of our army abroad, | is, in part, known. / No man more highly esteems, and hon'ours the English troops than I do: I know their virtues, and their val'our;| I know they can achieve any thing but impossibilities; and I know that the conquest of English America, is an impossibility : 1 you cànnot, my lords, you cānndt, conquer America.
What is your present situa'tion there ? | We do not know the worst; but we know that in three campaigns we have done noth'ing, and suffered much. You may swell every expense, I accumulate every assistance, and extend
every German desipot, 1 yet your attempts will be for ever vain and im'potent;} doubly so indeed | from this mercenary aid on which you rely;| for it irritates, to an incurable resent'ment, the minds of your adversaries, to overrun them with the mercenary sons of rapine, and plunder, devoting them, and their possessions, to the rapacity of hireling cruelty. | If I were an American, | as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, | I never would lay down my arms— - Nevier! Nev'er! | Never!!
But, my lords, / who is the man that, in addition to the disgraces, and mischiefs of the war, has dared to authorize, and associate to our arms | the tomahawk, and scalping-knife of the savage to call into civilized alliance, the wild, and inhuman inhabitant of the woods'- to delegate to the merciless Indian| the defence of disputed rights', / and to wage the horrors of his barbarous war | against our brethren ? | My lords, these enormities | cry aloud for redress, and punishment. |
But, my lords, / this barbarous measure has been defended, not only on the principles of policy, and necessity, but also on those of morality; | “for it is perfectly allowable,” says Lord Suffolk, , “ to use all the means that God, and nature have put into our hands.” | I am astonished, | I am shocked', | to hear such principles confessedı ; | to hear them avowed in this house', | or in this country ! |
My lords, I did not intend to encroach so much on your attention ;| but I cannot repress my indignation : I feel myself impelled to speak. My lords, we are called upon as members of this house, / as men',| as Christians, to protest against such horrible barbarity“ That God, and nature have put into our hands, ! What ideas of God, and nature that noble lord may entertain, | I knowi not;| but I know that such detestable principles are equally abhorrent to religion, and humanity. 1
Whatı ! | to attribute the sacred sanction of God, and nature, | to the massacres of the Indian scal’ping-knife !! to the cannibal savage, | torturing, murdering, and devouring his unhappy vic'tims !! Such notions shock every precept of morality, every feeling of human'ity, every sentiment of honour.' These abominable principles, and this more abominable avowal of them, | demand the most decisive indignation. |
I call upon that right reverend, ) and this most learn'ed bench, to vindicate the religion of their God, to support the justice of their country. I. I call upon the bishops to interpose the unsullied sanctity of their lawn, upon the judges to interpose the purity of their er'mine, to save us from this pollution. I call upon the honour of your lord ships | to reverence the dignity of your ancestors, and to maintain your own. I call upon the spirit, and humanity of my coun'try, / to vindicate the national character:| I invoke the genius of the British Constitution.
To send forth the merciless Indian, thirsting for blood: !| against whom'? | your Protestant brethren! To lay waste their coun'try, | to desolate their dwellings, and extirpate their race, and name', / by the aid, and