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And fumed and swore, as them between
Across the bridge a miller came,
And Will the Witty was his name: Large were his limbs—his horse was poor, And heavy was the sack he bore ; But William kindly bore his part, For William had a tender heart : And though to ease his legs he rode, On his own back he piled the load, Continuing thus to reconcile Humanity with ease, the while. “ Zounds, dang it, sirs ! why, what's the matter ?" Cries Will, “ What means this coil and clatter, Why break you with your staves the stones ? Be still, or else I'll break your bones." “ These sheep,” cries Hodge, “ shall pass, I say." "Not till the toll,” cries Sim, "you pay." “What sheep ?" quoth Will, “ no sheep I see, The toll !—what toll? this bridge is free. Is it for this you rage? I fear, All is not clever, mark me! here !" To ease his own and horse's back, Down sapient William throws the sack, Then slowly from his steed descends, And bids the late contending friends Remove it to the bridge-way side, Where gravely he the mouth untied : “ Now gently raise it on the wall, And bend it, that the meal may fall.”. Down falls the meal, and soon like snow O’erspreads the wondering waves below.
“ Now shake it, Hodge,” quoth Will, and then
Rose rugged to the sky;
Whole millions number'd they,
A scant three hundred he ; They fought for conquest-these
To keep their country free.
And like a silver lake
Beneath the moonbeams clear, The Persian bucklers shone,
Shone corslet, casque, and spear.
Then spake Leonidas
To that small martyr-bandHis eye ablaze with fire,
Uplifted his right hand.
“Spartans, for hearth and home,
Draw we the steel to-day; The land our fathers claim
Let not the Persian sway.
“ List now—this pass admits
Only twelve men abreast Within its narrowest part:
Mark them 'bove all the rest.
“That part then doubly guard ;
Sustain your old renown, And as each fresh relay
Appears, strike each man down.
“ Xerxes advances on,
And heads his 'whelming host; To grace his chariot wheels
Our doom—so runs his boast!
! Vain boast, that ne'er can be !
For well, full well ye know That we must here receive
In death our overthrow !
66 Yet every hour we keep
The enemy at bay,
To arm them for the fray :
" To call on friendly states
Their saving help to lend; Be 't ours then to protract
The inevitable end!
“ The issue death-no less;
Yes, comrades, each one here Must die the soldier's death,
Beneath the Persian's spear!
“ But, Spartans, what of that ?
'Tis Sparta's voice doth call ;
“And now, on Spartan fare
Dine well before you fight; For e'en in Pluto's realm
We all shall sup to-night.
" Take, then, your last meal here,
And 'vigorated riseHonour'd in being deemed
Your country's sacrifice !".
He paused—and every breast
Beat high with martial swell; They eat, and in Greek wine
They bade to Greece farewell.
Then rose they, and each man
His stalwart sword did take; Each glorying to die
For Lacedemon's sake,
Yet not in Pluto's realm
That night supp'd any man :
As but the desperate can.
But on the third, at eve,
By filthy lucre's lust,
Betray'd his sacred trust :
And by a secret path,
That up the mountain wound,
Another way around !
By thousands in they poured,
With keen-edged blade in hand,
That brave, devoted band.
That leader of renown,
THE SLAVE TRADE.
DANIEL WEBSTER. THE land is not wholly free from the contamination of a traffic, at which every feeling of humanity must for ever revolt-I mean the African slave trade. Neither public sentiment, nor the law, has hitherto been able entirely to put an end to this odious and abominable traffic. At the moment when God, in his mercy, has blessed the Christian world with an universal peace, there is reason to fear, that, to the