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ttion with  iny fellow-subjects,  the air  of  liberty ;  I  have  no  ambition,
                          unlesa  it  he  the ambition  to break your chains,  and  contemplate  your
                          glory.   I never will be  satisfied  as  long  as  the  meatiest  cottager  in
                          Ireland  has  a link  of  British  chain  clanking  in  his  rags ;  he may  be
                          naked,  lie  shall  not be iti  irons.   And  I  do  see the time is at hand, the
                          spirit  is  gone  forth,  the  declaration  is  planted:  and  though  great  men
                          should  apostatize,  yet  the  cause  will  live:  and  though  the  public
                          speaker  should  die,  yet the  immortal fire shall  outlast the organ which
                          conveyed it,  anti  the breath  of  liberty,  like  the  word  of  tlie  holy  mam
                          shall-not  die  with the prophet, but survive  him.— -I-Ie ^ r y   G r a t t a n ,



                                            A  BALLAD  OF  BRAVE  W OM EN,

                                                    [ O  f't"  S w r t t l J j t F L   i a   .L  a lO T T M n  J
                               \    r iT H   hiss  and thunder and  inner boom—
                                W .     Whi'e through  the darkness tlie  great  waves  loom
                                        And  charge  the  rocks  with  the shock  of  doom.

                               A   second  sea  is  the  hurricane’s  blast;
                               Its  vicwiess  billows  are loud and  vast,
                               By their  strength great trees are  uptorn  and  downcast

                               To-night falls  many  a goodly  tree,
                               As  many a ship through the  raging  sea
                               Shall  go  with  the strange  sea-things to be.

                               .At times, through  the hurry  of  clouds, the moon
                               Looks  out  aghast;  bnt her faee right soon
                               Is  hidden  again,  and  she seems  to  swoon,

                               O,  the wind  waves,  and  oh,  the  sea  waves,
                               The  gulfs  of  wind  and  the sea-gulfs  for  graves*
                               Fast through  the air1  how she  Jlics  and raves ;

                               Raves with  a  magical, mad delight,
                               The  viewless  spirit  of  storm  and  night.
                               Heart  of  the wind,  and soul  of  his  might,
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