396 CANADA IIT THE BODLEIAN. 



Henry Theodore Broadhead, gentleman commoner of Trinity College, 

 wrote in blank verse. He employs the epithet " Canadian." With 

 him '* Laurentia" denotes the river St. Lawrence. Ontario and Erie 

 figure in his composition. He anticipates the re-establishment of peace, 

 and the gratitude of the world to George III. He even conceives the 

 existence, at a future day, of an " Oxford " on '' the Atlantic shores," 

 nay, a " fane to science sacred" on " Ontario's meads," " where nature 

 revels most;" a devoted University, where, " a thousand ages hence," 

 professors, graduates and undergraduates would be, like himself and his 

 compeers in their day, chanting the glories of one " born of Brunswick's 

 line." We shall observe, however, that Mr. Broadhead had not as yet 

 been put in possession of accurate information as to the fauna and flora 

 of the surroundings of his expected seat of learning. He sings of 

 "Canadian bards" reclining beneath "the plantane or the citron 

 grove," and of the "hunter youth" of the land feasting on "the 

 boar " — the boar, it is presumed, taken in the chase. 



" What realms remote 



Shall bless his potent influence, when the fiend, 



Insatiate War, with carnage gorged, shall drop 



The blunted spear, reluctant, at his word 



And gracious call ! The tawny tribes that watch 



The lion's footsteps, in the sultry sands 



Of Afric printed ; the furr'd swains that pine 



Near Hudson's frozen straits, in games uncouth. 



Around their midnight fires, shall meet to praise 



His name rever'd, who joins to distant Thames 



Laurentia's thundering waves. In numbers wild. 



Wild above rule or art, Canadian bards. 



Beneath the plantane stretch'd or citron grove, 



Shall carol George's acts : the hunter youth 



Shall listening stop in full career, and leave 



The boar untasted. The true hero scorns 



The warrioi"'s meaner fame, exults to spread 



Concord and harmony, and social life 



Guard and refine. The time may come when Peace, 



Diffusing wide her blessings, on thy banks, 



Romantic Erie, or Ontario's meads. 



Where Nature revels most, may build a fane 



To science sacred ; snatch the murderous knife 



From the grim savage, tame his stubborn heart 



With arts and manners mild, and gently bind 



In true Religion's golden band, the States 



Of lawless, hapless wanderers. There may rise 



