Yet rest in peace; and know, a chief so brave,
When life departs, shall find an honor'd grave:
Myself in princely pomp thy tomb shall rear,
And tribes unborn thy hapless fate declare.'

'Insult me not with tombs!' the monster cried:
'Let no curs'd earth conceal this gory head,
Nor songs proclaim the dreadful Zamor dead.'
Thus pour'd the vengeful chief his fainting breath,
And lost his utterance in the gasp of death.

Vision confined to North America. Congress' endeavours to arrest the violence of England compared with those of the Genius of Rome to dissuade CÆSAR from passing the Rubicon.

"The virtuous delegates behold with pain
The hostile Britons hovering o'er the main;
Lament the strife that bids two worlds engage,
And blot their annals with fraternal rage:

Two worlds in one broad State ! whose bounds bestride,
Like Heaven's blue arch, the vast Atlantic tide:

By language, laws, and liberty combined,
Great nurse of thought, example to mankind.
Columbia rears her warning voice in vain,
Brothers to brothers call across the main :
Britannia's patriots lend a listening ear,
But kings and courtiers push their mad career:
Dissension raves, the sheathless falchions glare,
And earth and ocean tremble at the war.

Thus with stern brow, as worn by cares of state,
His bosom big with dark unfolding fate,

High o'er his lance the sacred eagle spread,

And earth's whole crown still resting on his head,

Rome's hoary Genius rose, and mournful stood
On roaring Rubicon's forbidden flood,
When Cæsar's ensigns swept the Alpine air,
Led their long legions from the Gallic war,
Paused on the opposing bank with wings unfurl'd,
And waved portentous o'er the shuddering world.
The god, with outstretch'd arm and awful look,
Call'd the proud victor, and prophetic spoke:
'Arrest, my son, thy parricidious hate,
Pass not the stream, nor stab my filial State
Stab not thyself, thy friends, thy total kind,
And worlds and ages in one State combined.'
The chief, regardless of the warning god,

Rein'd his rude steed, and headlong pass'd the

flood,

Cried, Farewell, peace!' took fortune for his guide,
And o'er his country pour'd the slaughtering tide.
High on the foremost seat, in living light,
Resplendent Randolph caught the world's full sight.
Sage Franklin next arose, with cheerful mien,
And smiled unruffled o'er the solemn scene:
His locks of age a various wreath embraced,
Palm of all arts that e'er a mortal graced;
Beneath him lay the sceptre kings had borne,
And the tame thunder from the tempest torn.
Crowds rose to reason, while their accents rung,
And INDEPENDENCE thunder'd from their tongue!

Now the broad field, as untaught warriors' shade, The sun's glad beam their shining arms display'd; High waved great WASHINGTON his glittering steel, Bade the long train in circling order wheel,

And, while the banner'd youths around him press'd, With voice rever'd he thus the ranks address'd: