The sword, the banner, and the field,
Glory and Greece, around me see!
The Spartan, borne upon his shield,
Was not more free.

Awake! (not Greece-she is awake!)
Awake, my spirit! Think through whom
Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake,
And then strike home!

Tread those reviving passions down,
Unworthy manhood!-unto thee
Indifferent should the smile or frown
Of beauty be.

If thou regret'st thy youth, why live?
The land of honourable death
Is here :-up to the field, and give
Away thy breath!

Seek out-less often sought than found—
A soldier's grave, for thee the best;
Then look around, and choose thy ground,
And take thy rest.

Lord Byron.

LIFE AND DEATH.

LIFE! I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part; And when, or where, or how we met I own to me's a secret yet.

Life! we've been long together

Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
'Tis hard to part when friends are dear-

Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ;-
Then steal away, give little warning,

Choose thine own time;

Say not Good-night,-but in some brighter clime

Bid me Good Morning.

A. L. Barbauld.

BOOK THE FOURTH.