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Leading the conquerors captive; on he went,
When such the service, what the recompense?
* On Friday, the 19th of November, 1830, there was an assembly at Bridgewater-House, a House which has long ceased to be, and of which no stone is now resting on another. It was there that I saw a Lady whose beauty was the least of her attractions, and she said, "I never see you now."-"When may I come?"-"Come on Sunday at Five."-"At Five then you shall see me."-"Remember Five."-And through the evening, wherever I went, a voice followed me, repeating in a tone of mock solemnity, "Remember Five! -It was the voice of One who had overheard us; and little did he think what was to take place at Five.
On Sunday when the time drew near, it struck me as I was leaving Lord Holland's, in Burlington Street, that I had some engagement, so little had I thought of it, and I repaired to the House, No. 4, in Carlton Gardens. There were the Duke of Wellington's horses at the door, and I said, "The Duke is here."-"But you are expected, Sir."-I went in and found him sitting with the Lady of the House, the Lady who had made the appointment, nor was it long before he spoke as follows:
"They want me to place myself at the head of a Faction, but I tell them that I never will.
"To-morrow I shall give up my Office and go down into my County to restore order there, if I can restore it. When I return, I shall take my place in Parliament-to approve when I can approve; and, when I cannot, to say so. I have now served my Country forty years-twenty in the field and ten, if not more in the Cabinet; nor. while I live, shall I be found wanting,
WRITTEN IN JULY, 1834.
GREY, thou hast served, and well, the sacred Cause
wherever I may be. But never, no never, will I place myself at the head of a faction."
Having met Lord Grey who was to succeed him in his office again and again under my roof, and knowing our intimacy, he meant that these words should be repeated to him; and so they were, word for word, on that very night. "To the last," said Lord Grey, "He fulfilled his promise."
From Good to Better. Great thy recompense,
WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT.
SEPTEMBER 3, 1818.
IF Day reveals such wonders by her Light,
Shine with a radiance that is all their own!
WRITTEN IN 1834.
WELL, when her day is over, be it said
Her arts and laws and institutes were there,
* North America speaks for itself; and so indeed may we say of India when such a territory is ours in a region so remote; when a company of merchants, from such small beginnings, have established a dominion so absolute-a dominion over a people for ages civilized and cultivated, while we were yet in the woods.
Destined to shine thro' many a distant age
Wondrous was her wealth,
The world itself her willing tributary;
Yet ere long 'twas hers,
* Alluding to the battle of Waterloo. The illustrious Man who commanded there on our side, and who, in his anxiety to do justice to others, never fails to forget himself, said to me many years afterwards with some agitation, when relating an occurrence of that day, "It was a battle of giants! a battle of giants!" Parliament had only to register the edict of the People.-CHANNING.