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They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown;
Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down!
Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain,
And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
But hark! through the fast-flashing lightning of war,
What steed to the desert flies frantic and far?
'Tis thine, O Glenullin! whose bride shall await,
Like a love-lighted watchfire, all night at the gate.
A steed comes at morning: no rider is there;
But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
Weep, Albin!* to death and captivity led!
O weep! but thy tears cannot number the dead:
For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave
Culloden, that reeks with the blood of the brave.

Lochiel. Go, preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear,

Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight

This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright.

Seer. Ha! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn?
Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn :
Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth

From his home in the dark-rolling clouds of the north?
Lo, the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode
Companionless, bearing destruction abroad;

But down let him stoop from his havoc on high!
Ah, home let him speed-for the spoiler is nigh.
Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast
Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast?
'Tis the fire shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven
From his eyry that beacons the darkness of heaven.
O, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might,
Whose banners arise on the battlements' height,
Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn;
Return to thy dwelling! all lonely return!

* The poetical name of Scotland

For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood,
And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.

Lochiel. False wizard, avaunt! I have marshalled my clan;
Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one!
They are true to the last of their blood and their breath,
And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death.
Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock!
Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock!
But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause,
When Albin her claymore indignantly draws;
When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd,
Clan Ronald the dauntless and Moray the proud;
All plaided and plumed in their tartan array -

Seer. Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day!
For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal,
But man cannot cover what God would reveal:
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical loré,
And coming events cast their shadows before.
I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring
With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king.
Lo, anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath,
Behold where he flies on his desolate path!

Now, in darkness and billows, he sweeps from my sight
Rise! rise! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight!
"Tis finished. Their thunders are hushed on the moors,
Culloden is lost, and my country deplores;

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 torn?

Ah, no! for a darker departure is near;

The war drum is muffled, and black is the bier;

*Alluding to the perilous adventures and final escape of Charles, after

the battle of Culloden

His death bell is tolling; O, mercy, dispel
Yon sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell!
Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs,
And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims.
Accursed be the fagots that blaze at his feet,

Where his heart shall be thrown ere it ceases to beat,
With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale

Lochiel. Down, soothless insulter ! I trust not the
tale.

Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their

gore,

Like ocean weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore,

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!
And leaving in battle no blot on his name,

Look proudly to heaven from the death bed of fame.

CLVII. - ADAMS AND JEFFERSON.

SPRAGUE.

[PELEG SPRAGUE, a native of Duxbury, in Massachusetts, was graduated at Harvard College in 1812. He was for some years engaged in the practice of the law at Hallowell, in the State of Maine, and with distinguished success. He was chosen to the House of Representatives in 1825, and to the Senate in 1829. In January, 1835, he resigned his seat in the Senate, and soon after removed to Boston. In 1841 he was appointed judge of the District Court of the United States for the District of Massachusetts, which office he has since continued to hold. As a lawyer, statesman, and judge, Judge Sprague has acquired a high and enduring reputation. In 1858 a volume was published in Boston containing several of his political speeches and occasional addresses. These are characterized by clear good sense, patriotic sentiment, and manly eloquence. The following extract is from a eulogy on Adams and Jefferson,

delivered on the 26th day of July, 1826, by request of the citizens of Hallowell, Augusta, and Gardiner. These two eminent patriots, as is well known, both died on the 4th of July, 1826.]

MR. ADAMS was of an ardent temperament. His intellect was marked by great fervor and great strength; sometimes rapid, almost to precipitancy, yet immovably fixed in its purposes. Of untiring industry and unyielding perseverance, he was characterized by active moral courage. Scenes where others were appalled but nerved him to greater energy.

Mr. Jefferson was constitutionally calm, circumspect, and philosophical. His views were clear and comprehensive. He investigated closely, and reflected much before he proceeded to action, and, having marked out his course with extensive knowledge and deep thought, advanced in it with undeviating step.

The minds of both seized their subjects with a giant's power; but one seemed to embrace the most, and the other to grasp the closest. They were both learned, but yielded to no dogmas, and were trammelled by no systems. Enriched by the spoils of ages, they did not bend beneath the weight of their own wealth; but it increased their inborn independence: they stood more firmly erect, and fearlessly surveyed the heavens and the earth. Wherever Truth would lead, they dared to follow; and they cared not if they shook the world with their opinions, if they but scattered the clouds, and let in light upon the mind.

I propose not to dwell upon that period of their lives when they were at the head of contending parties. I would not, on this day, strike a single chord that may not be attuned to harmony. In the awful silence of the tomb, passion is hushed, and its fires burn not amid the damps of death. Whatever we may think of the correctness of their respective opinions, or the policy of their measures, we may at least accord to each of them honesty and singleness of intention. In this we shall but follow their own example, who in later life have

borne willing testimony to the merits of each cther — Adams proclaiming the services of Jefferson, and Jefferson asserting that Adams was emphatically the great man of the Congress which declared our independence. While we lament their temporary alienation, we have the consolation to know that personal friendship and harmony of political views were fully restored long before the close of life. It was grateful, it was ennobling, to see those great and good men, whose hearts in early time had been bound and knit together, but who for a while had been estranged from each other, again unite in the cordial embrace and the strong sympathy which death itself was not to sunder, but in which they were to pass together to another world.

The streams of their lives were united near their sources, and, joined in one current, had forced their way through mounds of earth and swept over appalling barriers; but at length, divided in their course by a rough island of rock, they rushed by its opposing sides with turbulent and emulous rapidity, until, at last, their waters were commingled in peace, and flowed on, tranquil and majestic, into the ocean of eternity. They had lived to reap the richest of earthly rewards in the abundant success of all their labors. They had seen the institutions which they had established survive the violence of internal excitement, and the shock of foreign war, and our country rich, powerful, and populous beyond what the most glowing visions of their youth had dared to depict. They had seen the expansion of the soul when the pressure of bigotry and tyranny was removed, and the free spirit go forth in its majesty, penetrating the dark recesses of Spanish oppression in the south, and invading the strongholds of Turkish despotism in the east, and iron thrones melting before that fire whose early flame their breath had fanned. They had lived to become the patriarchs of America, and saw their children in the land of promise; and one of them beheld the destinies of this far-extended and enlightened people safely reposing in

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