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Oh! bloodiest picture in the book of time ! 

 Sarmatia fell unwept, without a crime ; 

 Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, 

 Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe ! 

 Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp the shatter'd spear, 

 Closed her bright eye, and curb'd her high career; 

 Hope for a season bade the world farewell ! 

 And FREEDOM shriek'd, as KOSCIUSKO FELL! 



The* sun went down, nor ceas'd the carnage there, 



Tumultuous murder shook the midnight air 



On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, 



His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below, 



The storm prevails, the rampart yields a way, 



Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay ! 



Hark! as the mouldering piles with thunder fall, 



A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call ! 



Earth shook red meteors flashed along the sky, 



And conscious nature shuddered at the cry ! 



Departedf spirits of the mighty dead ! 



Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! 



Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man, 



Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van ! 



Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, 



And make her arm puissant as your own ! 



Oh, once again to freedom's cause return 



The patriot TELL the BRUCE of BANNOCKBCRN. 



CAMPBELL. 



BRUTUS, OVER THE DEAD BODY OF LUCRETIA. 

 Thus, thus, my friends! fast as our breaking hearts 

 Permitted utterance, we have told our story : 

 And now, to say one word of the imposture 

 TheJ mask necessity has made me wear. 

 When the ferocious malice of your king 

 King, do I call him : when the MONSTER, Tarquin, 

 Slew, as most of you may well remember, 

 My father Marcus, and my elder brother, 



* Most solemn manner, gradually approaching to a feeling of horror. 

 f Here is a transition to a calmer feeling, requiring much solemnity, 

 with a plaintive utterance. 

 J Strong feeling of indignation. Hatred. 



