Guide us to the field of death!

"Ere we've done, many a one
Shall weep they ever saw the sun.
Rouse the noble in his hall
To a fiery festival;
Dash the stubborn peasant's mirth--
Drown in blood his alien hearth;
Babe or mother, never falter--
Spear the priest before the altar.
Onward, and avenge our wrong!
God is good, and Russia strong!"


_Englishman's Magazine, No 1._

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QUEEN ELIZABETH.

_From a paper on the Fine Arts of old in England, in Blackwood's
Magazine._


The sex and character of Elizabeth herself was no weak ingredient in the
poetic spirit of the time. Loyalty and gallantry blended in the
adoration paid her; and the supremacy which she claimed and exercised
over the church, invested her regality with a sacred unction that
pertained not to feudal sovereigns. It is scarce too much to say, that