TO BROTHER JONATHAN. Ho! Brother, I'm a Britisher, That wouldn't warp or swerve or stir I know your heart, an open heart, And shrewd to scheme a likely plan, I tell you, Brother Jonathan, There may be jealousies and strife, For men have selfish ends, But petty quarrels ginger1 life, And help to season friends; And pundits who, with solemn scan,' Judge humans' most aright, Decide it, testy Jonathan, That brothers always fight. Two fledgling sparrows in one nest Then how should eaglets meekly rest, The children of the storm? No! while their rustled pinions fan The eyrie's dizzy side, Like you and me, my Jonathan, It's all for Love and Pride! "God save the Queen" delights you still, And "British Grenadiers," The good old strains your heartstrings thrill, And catch you by both ears; And we,-O hate us if you can, For we are proud of you, We like you, Brother Jonathan, And "Yankee Doodle" too! There's nothing foreign in your face, Nor strange upon your tongue, You come not of another race, From baser lincage sprung; 55 No, brother! though away you ran Still true it is, young Jonathan, Time was,-it wasn't long ago,- Or tripp'd to court to kiss Queen Anne, And you and I, good Jonathan, Together both,-'twas long ago,—— Or charging fierce the Paynim foe For John's own Brother Jonathan There lived a man, a man of men, And if we claim him of our clan, For Shakspeare, happy Jonathan, There was another glorious name, Who gain'd the double-first of fame, And let us hide him if we can, More miserly than pelf, Our Yankee brother Jonathan Cries "halves" in Milton's self! Well, well and every praise of old, You would be just, and may be bold Since England's glory first began, Till just the other day, The half is yours; but, Jonathan, SONG OF THE GREEK BARD. O Brother, could we both be one, How gladly would the very sun While earth to John and Jonathan Add but your stripes and golden stars And never dream of mutual wars, Let us two bless, where others ban, And love when others hate, And so, my cordial Jonathan, We'll fit, I calculate.' What more? I touch not holier strings Nor glance at prophets, priests, and kings, As friend with friend, and man with man, As David's love to Jonathan, 1. These words and phrases are Americanisms. They are of course here purposely brought in, by way of compliment, but they ought to be cautiously used. TUPPER. 57 2. Pundit, in the Hindostan language, means a learned Brahmin; one versed in Sanscrit, and in the sciences, laws, &c. of the country. XXXII. SONG OF THE GREEK BARD. "THE Greek states have long since disappeared from the face of the earth-the Republics, as well as the Macedonian kingdoms founded by Alexander, have long since ceased to exist. Many centuriesnear 2,000 years-have elapsed since a vestige remained of that ancient greatness and transitory power. If the celebrated battles and other mighty events of those ages are still known to us-if they still excite in us a lively interest, it is principally because they have been delineated with such incomparable beauty, such instructive interest, by the great classical writers. It is not the republican governments of Greece, nor the brief and fleeting period of Grecian liberty, which was so soon succeeded by civil war and anarchy--it is not the universal empire of Macedon, which was but of short duration, and was soon wallowed up in the Roman or Parthian domination-it is not these that mark out the place which Greece occupies in the great whole of universal history, nor the mighty and important part she has had in the civilization of mankind. The share allotted to her was the light of science in its most ample extent, and in all the clear brilliance of exposition which it could derive from art. It is in this intellectual sphere only that Greeks have been gifted with extraordinary power, and have exerted a mighty influence on after ages. Plato and Aristotle, far more than Leonidas and Alexander the Great, contain nearly the sum and essence of all [the?] truly permanent and influential which the Greeks have bequeathed to posterity."-Schlegel's Philosophy of History. THE isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, The mountains look on Marathon- 3 I dreamed that Greece might still he free, A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And men in nations-all were his! SONG OF THE GREEK BARD. And where are they? and where art thou, The heroic bosom beats no more! What, silent still! and silent all! And shed the blood of Scio's vine! The nobler and the manlier one? Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! It made Anacreon's song divine: He served—but served Polycrates— A tyrant; but our masters then Were still, at least, our countrymen. 59 |