Till, heaven-directed, Rome's victorious band Rude as the wilderness, their dwelling-place. Transient and few their efforts to regain Thousands for injured Boadicea bled. Till she had grown too feeble to be free, Bowed with the burden of the crown she wore, Armed with his cowl, his crosier, and his beads; Was glimmering yet with Truth's declining ray- But peace was not for Britain. From the shore Rose upon England's long and fearful night- 1 Long since forgot the wounds of Saxon swords And shall we hail the unjust, rapacious hand His father's crimes, without his glory, stain The record of the second William's reign. Then first, to shake the unbeliever's power, Europe assembled upon Asia's shorePrinces forsook their thrones-the sovereign lo Bartered his whole possession for a sword " The patriot forgot his country's need, THE LISTENER.-No. I. THE office of Listener is not one of very honourable note, especially when determined to tell what he hears: but to deprecate the wrath of my readers against so treacherous an intermeddler with their studies and their sports, I intreat them to consider that good may be wrought of that with which we usually work evil. If I have the misfortune to have no business of my own, and a particular talent for observing other people's-if my sight is so keen, and my hearing so acute, as to perceive what is passing where I am not present, to see through the roof and to hear through the walls-what can I do but endeavour to make the best use of so dangerous an endowment, and employ it for the benefit of others? 1 whisper no idle tale in gossips' ears-I write no satires upon innocent mistakes-no dry lectures upon well-known evils; but I bear about with me as it were a reflecting glass, which I present to the actors in the scenes before me, that seeing in it what is, they may haply discover what better might be. I may sometimes listen and sometimes dream, and sometimes be forced to perform my task without the benefit of either; but however it be, I hope my young friends will accept my monthly communication without being too curious as to how I came by my information, granting me always the privilege of hearing and over-hearing whatever I think proper. It was one of those still Autumn nights, when the silence of nature bears rather the character of death than of repose-when the ear, listening in vain for so much as the falling of a withered leaf, a momentary sensation steals upon the mind that we only are remaining in existence, while all is extinct beside. There was not so much as a ripple to break the moonbeam that was sleeping on the water, a still, pale streak of unvarying brightness. A few dark sails hung motionless upon the surface, soliciting the breeze in vain; but most, in despair of further progress, had dropped the anchor and betaken themselves to the hold, whence a gleam of light now and then glanced upon the water to give the only token of existence. The moon hung in solitary splendour midway in the heavens, and the outline of every object was as distinctly traced as in the full light of day; seeming to gain magnitude and sublimity by the loss of its varied colouring. The cliff appeared to have grown to immeasurable height, the woods to impenetrable thickness. There was not in all the heavens a cloud, nor on all the earth a vapour. Thoughts of lightness and folly can find no welcome in the mind at such an hour as this. That Being with whom we seem to be left alone in the universe, becomes more sensibly the guardian of our path. When removed from all other observation, we grow more conscious of his presence; and the sensation is powerful, though mistaken, that persuades us He can more distinctly mark our feelings in the solitude of night thàn amid the noise and bustle of the day. |