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With a leap, like Tell's proud leap,[1]
When away the helm he flung,
And boldly up the steep
From the flashing billow sprung!
They shall wake beside their forest-sea
In the ancient garb they wore,
When they link'd the hands that made us free,
On the Grütli's moonlight shore;
And their voices shall be heard,
And be answer'd with a shout,
Till the echoing Alps are stirr'd,
And the signal-fires blaze out!
And the land shall see such deeds again,
As those of that proud day,
When Winkelried, on Sempack's plain,
Through the serried spears made way!
And when the rocks came down
On the dark Morgarten dell,
And the crowned helms[2] o'erthrown
Before our fathers fell!
For the Kühreihen's[3] notes must never sound
In a land that wears the chain,
And the vines on Freedom's holy ground
Untrampled must remain!
And the yellow harvests wave,
For no stranger's hand to reap,
While within their silent cave
The Men of Grütli sleep!
WOMEN VINDICATED.
"The treasures of the deep are not so precious
As the concealed comforts of a man
Lock'd up in woman's love."
If it be true that the principal source of laughter is the exultation occasioned by a sense of our own superiority over others, we need not wonder that nations and individuals have in all. ages been anxious to keep up the materials of risibility by supplying themselves with perpetual butts, collective and single. Athens had not only her Bœotia as we have our Yorkshire for the supply of clowns, but her pedant to stand in the convenient place of our Irishman, and become responsible for all the bulls and blunders which Hierocles or his successors might think fit to father upon him; while no Symposiarch was held to have done his duty in the arrangement of a convivial entertainment unless he had provided an established jester, just as it is deemed indispensable to invite a professed wag and punster to any party of the present day that is meant to be particularly jocund and hilarious. The motley-