Yet scorns the immortal mind this base control! And in a flash from earth to heaven it goes! Or, in sweet converse, pass the joyous hours. 'Tis up before the sun, roaming afar, And, in its watches, wearies every star! Marco Bozzaris.-F. G. HALLECK. [He fell in an attack upon the Turkish camp at Laspi, the site of the ancient Platæa, August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words were " To die for liberty is a pleasure, and not a pain."] Ar midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour In dreams, through camp and court, he bore In dreams, his song of triumph heard; Then pressed that monarch's throne,-a king; As Eden's garden bird. An hour passed on-the Turk awoke; He woke to hear his sentry's shriek, "To arms! they come: the Greek! the Greek!" And death-shots falling thick and fast "Strike-till the last armed foe expires, |