That sober freedom, out of which there springs Till public wrong be crumbled into dust, And drill the raw world for the march of mind, Till crowds at length be sane and crowns be just. But wink no more in slothful overtrust. Remember him who led your hosts; He bade you guard the sacred coasts. Your cannons molder on the seaward wall; In thunder, silent; yet remember all He spoke among you, and the man who spoke; Whose eighty winters freeze with one rebuke He never shall be shamed. IX Peace, his triumph will be sung By some yet unmolded tongue, Far on in summers that we shall not see; For one about whose patriarchal knee O peace, it is a day of pain. For one upon whose hand and heart and brain From talk of battles loud and vain, And brawling memories all too free. As befits a solemn fame: We revere, and while we hear The tides of music's golden sea Uplifted high in heart and hope are we, For tho' the Giant Ages heave the hill Tho' world on world in myriad myriads roll What know we greater than the soul? On God and godlike men we build our trust. He is gone who seemed so great- And that he wears a truer crown Lay your earthly fancies down, And in the vast cathedral leave him, God accept him, Christ receive him! II. GEORGE CANNING POLITICAL POETRY ["The Needy Knife-Grinder," which follows, was one of the most notable contributions which appeared in "The Anti-Jacobin." It is scarcely necessary to point out its satire upon the humanitarian sympathies of those Englishmen who had been carried away by the ideas of the French Revolution. The verses a parody of Stanley's "Sapphics "-were the joint production of George Canning and John Hookham Frere.] THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY Needy knife-grinder! Whither are you going? Weary knife-grinder! little think the proud ones Road, what hard work 'tis crying all day "Knives and Tell me, knife-grinder, how you came to grind knives? Was it some squire? or parson of the parish? Was it the squire for killing of his game? Or Have you not read the "Rights of Man," by Tom Paine? Ready to fall as soon as you have told your Pitiful story. KNIFE-GRINDER Story, God bless you, I have none to tell, sir; Constables came up for to take me into I should be glad to drink your honor's health in With politics, sir. FRIEND OF HUMANITY I give thee sixpence; I will see thee damned first, Can rouse to vengeance! Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded, Spiritless outcast! [Kicks the K-g, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport of republican enthusiasm and universal philanthropy.] THE GOVERNMENT OF ENGLAND. [The following extract from a speech on Parliamentary Reform affords an excellent example of his style of eloquence.] Other nations, excited by the example of the liberty which this country has long possessed, have attempted to copy our Constitution; and some of them have shot beyond it in the fierceness of heir pursuit. I grudge not to other nations that share of liberty which they may acquire; in the name of God, let them enjoy it! But let us warn them that they lose not the object of their desire by the very eagerness with which they attempt to grasp it. heritors and conservators of national freedom, let us, while In |