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England's heart is sound enough,
TUPPER's Ballads and Poems.
XVII. THE TRIUMPHS OF OUR LANGUAGE.
“ I CANNOT forbear to remark, that however toilsome in general, and however unproductive in part, may be the labours endured in the collection and arrangement of the materials for an English Dictionary, the author of it has it in his power, at the present æra, to congratulate himself upon the enjoyment of a prospect, much more rich and spacious than could fall to the lot of the compiler of a similar work in any language of the European Continent :
· The world is all before him.' And, perhaps, no subject of philosophic contemplation, possessing a livelier interest, can be proposed to a thoughtful and enlightened mind, than a comparison of the field of renown, which even 240 years ago was sketched by the graphic powers of a very humble poet of our own country, with that over which the more lofty genius of the Roman lyric bard extended its survey. When the former imagined himself soaring on wing, 'non usitata, nec tenui,' he prescribes the shores of the Bosphorus, the Syrtes of Getulia, and the Hyperborean plains, to be the utmost confines of his flight; he was content that the Colchian and the Dacian should become familiar with his name,
and that the peritus Iber, Rhodanique potor,' should rehearse his song. Our poet, Daniel, animated probably by the spirit of discovery and
THE TRIUMPHS OF OUR LANGUAGE.
general enterprize, for which the princes of the house of Tudor, and the illustrious men who adorned that period of our history, are so distinguished, depictures to his fancy far more ample and resplendent scenes of glory: not, indeed, in personal exultation for the offspring of his own muse especially, but in patriotic pride for the language in which he wrote.
“ These scenes are no longer imaginary: "The treasures of our tongue' are spread over continents, scattered among islands in the Northern and the Southern Hemisphere, from the unformed occident, to the strange shores of unknowing nations in the East.' The sun, indeed, now never sets upon the empire of Great Britain. Not one hour of the twenty-four, in which the earth completes her diurnal revolution; not one round of the minute-hand of the dial is allowed to pass in which, on some portion of the surface of the globe, the air is not filled with accents that are ours.' They are heard in the ordinary transactions of life; or in the administration of law, or in the deliberations of the senate-house or council-chamber; in the offices of private devotion, or in the public observance of the rites and duties of a common faith.”—Richardson, conclusion of Preface to “ English Dictionary.”
Now gather all our Saxon bards,
Let harps and hearts be strung,
Our own good Saxon tongue ;
With battle-flags unfurled,
To rouse and rule the world.
Stout Albion learns its household lays
On every surf-worn shore,
As Orkney's breakers roar-
It floats on every gale,
The homes of Innisfail.
On many a wide and swarming deck,
It scales the rough wave's crest,
The fresh and fruitful West :
As victor mounts a throne;
Still mightier than its own.
It spreads where winter piles deep snows
On bleak Canadian plains,
Eternal summer reigns :
Jamaica's glowing isle,
Green prairies smile. It tracks the loud swift Oregon
Through sunset valleys rolled, And soars where Californian brooks
Wash down their sands of gold.
It sounds in Borneo's camphor groves,
On seas of fierce Malay,
And towers of proud Bombay :
Dusk brows, and swarthy limbsThe dark Liberian soothes her child
With English cradle hymns.
Tasmania's maids are wooed and won
In gentle Saxon speech ; Australian boys read Crusoe's life
By Sydney's sheltered beach : It dwells where Afric's southmost capes
Meet oceans broad and blue, And Nieuveld's rugged mountains gird
The wide and waste Karroo.
It kindles realms so far apart,
That while its praise you sing,
And those with flowers of spring :
Flame in an arctic sky,
Hangs its orbed fires on high.
It goes with all that prophets told,
And righteous kings desired, With all that great apostles taught,
And glorious Greeks admired;
With Shakspeare's deep and wondrous verse,
And Milton's loftier mind,
To cheer and bless mankind.
And error flies away,
Before the star of day!
Whose monuments we see,
Of noontide yet to be.
Take heed, nor once disgrace
Our noble tongue and race.
To love and help each other,
Would bid you smite—a brother.
By good men prayed for long,
Will scorn revenge and wrong ;
Shall cease to pine or roam,
J. G. Lyona.
XVIII.-RULE BRITANNIA. “What availed it to Spain to possess the key of the Mediterranean, or to Egypt to have the means of opening the most direct route to the East Indies ? What protection did the iron-bound chain of the Himalaya afford to the degraded Hindoo or the Alps to the doomed denizen of the vale of the Po? Behold, a race of sturdy islanders from the north of the Atlantic, driven from their shores by the very gloom of their own ungenial climate, snatch from the Spaniards the frowning rock of Gibraltar, seize upon Malta, Corfu, and as many harbours as are likely to answer their purposes, proclaim the Mare Internum, a British lake, establish a canal, a railway-a line of aerial steam carriages if needed-athwart thé Libyan desert, and rido gallantly with their steamers to the East and West, encompassing the globe in their gigantic dominion. Talk of bright skies, of elastic paradisaical atmosphere, of fertile soil, of happy alternation of hill and dale !-man, unless braced by the discipline of a stern Spartan education, rots like a rank weed among the luxuries of a southern climate,--and the centre of action, and consequently of all social preeminence, is removed to a barren land, under
a dense canopy of damp fogs, where spring resembles a rehearsal of the flood, and · Winter erds in July to recommence in August. It is thus that mankind improve the bountiful gifts of their Creator."— Foreign and Colonial Quarterly Review.
WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
And guardian angels sung this strain :
Must in their turn to tyrants fall;
The dread and envy of them all.
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
Serves but to root thy native oak.
All their attempts to bend thee down
But work their woe and thy renown.
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
And every shore it circles thine.
Shall to thy happy coast repair ;
And manly hearts to guard the fair :
1. “True poets are the objects of my reverence and my love, and the constant sources of my delight. I know that the most of them, from the earliest times to thuse of Buchanan, have been the strenuous enemies of despotism."-Milton.