142 Virtue and The peace a On this foun To make hu Of bounteo Sometim Truths. And (st * Ther As near Porto-Bello lying On a sudden, shrilly sounding, Hideous yells and shrieks were heard; Then each heart with fear confounding, A sad troop of ghosts appear'd, and its moral grandeur is happily contrasted with that of, Xerxes, the proud but mean leader of the millions who crushed the handful of patriots at Thermopylæ The poet was especially fortunate in his management of the catastrophe; the death of the self-devoted band is never for a moment considered in any other light than that of an, entire triumph; they fall amid heaps of their slaughtered enemies; but their blood has purchased the freedom of their country, Considerations of the glory they achieve and the liberty they win, bear away the reader from thought of what the victory has cost; and the poet has produced that which is produced so rarely, a sensation of delight when they perish; for whom his sympathies have been so long excited. We have extracted one of the miscellaneous poems of Glover; it is, we think, among the most beautiful and pathetic ballads in the language; the compliment which the unfortunate Hosier pays to the successful Vernon has perhaps been As near Porto-Bello lying On a sudden, shrilly sounding, All in dreary hammocks shrouded, On them gleam'd the moon's wan lustre, Heed, O heed, our fatal story, You now triumph free from fears, See these mournful spectres sweeping Whose wan cheeks are stain'd with weeping, I, by twenty sail attended, Did this Spanish town affright; I had cast them with disdain, And obey'd my heart's warm motion, For resistance I could fear none, |