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Their surrender to the victorious enemy was the immediate, or con- 

 sequential result of the single battle of Waterloo. 



I throw these observations out, not as absolutely decisive of the great 

 question agitated, but as a proof that even Machiavel's military opinions 

 are not to be treated with that rash contempt, which is often indulged 

 by those who attach a greater importance to his political maxims. I am 

 inclined, however, to think, that a very sweeping and erroneous judgment 

 has been pronounced upon (to be continued.) 



TO SARAH. 



I'm free again — as light as air ! 



Lady, adieu to ihee ! 

 Thou certainly hast had thy share 



Of empire over me. 

 No, no, 'tis vain; with all thy art. 

 Thou never canst regain a heart 



Thou hast taught to be free: 

 Thy pride hath lost it, and mine own 

 For ever will thy love disown. 



To boast that thou hadst power to use. 



To mould me to thy will, 

 Command, then dare me to refuse ; 



Despise, then love thee still : 

 To say that I was at thy beck. 

 My every thought was in thy check 



Which bound me by a spell : 

 To tell me this, nor ever fear 

 It might be more than I could bear. 



Oh, lady, thou dost know me not ; 



But of myself I know, 

 I'd sooner find my life-blood stop. 



Than crouch to woman so. 

 No ! thus I could not humbly bend. 

 To save my very dearest friend, 



Or crush my bitterest foe. 

 What, through our course of love, hast seen. 

 To class me with a thing so mean ? 



No matter : that thou thinkest so 



Is quite enough for me. 

 Enough to bid me ne'er bestow 



Another thought -on thee. 

 Yet do not think I ever thought 

 Thy love could be too dearly bought ; 



Oh no ! for on my knee 

 I'd almost sue to call thee mine, 

 If 'twas not for that pride of thine. 



Lady, I owe thee more than's due 



To woman for her love ; 

 It would be humbleness to sue 



To that which will not move : 

 No, thus I would not spend my life. 

 Playing the slave to gain a wife. 



Suppose her e'er so true ; 

 rd sooner be a dog to bay 

 The moon, and bark my time away. 



B. T. 



