and pursue his
arrangement; I can only hope I may have in part succeeded.

After the notices referred to, I shall end by laying before the reader
the verses written on my brother, after his death, by my mother and Mr.
Wing; and in the appendix I shall refer the reader to the life of Erskine
before alluded to; as, also, to the trial of Mary Ann Carlile, which will
show, and clearly, the style of the eloquence of her advocate on the
occasion, combined as it is with powerful argument, and that clearness
and lucid order which were his forte. And now, reader, to use the words
of Cicero, in concluding one of his epistles to a friend, "vale et
valeas."

"IN BONAMPARTEM."

He ne'er shall be extoll'd by me,
Whom wealth and fortune raise to power;
But he, alone who will be free
From sordid shame, or live no more.
Let him with wreaths of song be crown'd,
Who life, deflower'd of glory, spurn'd,
And breaking from his kindred round,
To Carthage and to death return'd.

With him, who when his righteous hand,
In vain the splendid blow had given,
The tyrant, only chang'd, disdain'd
The light of unregarded Heaven.
And Cato--thou, who tyranny
All earth besides enslaved, withstood;
And failing to high liberty,
Pour'd fierce libation of thy blood.

Oh, Godlike men! you leave no praise
For him who to the king could bend,
To add a few unhonor'd days
To life, at latest--soon to end.
Nor him self-raised to Gallia's throne,
Who, rushing with his martial hordes,
Cast Europe's ancient sceptres down,
And made his slaves her sov'reign lords.

For his was not the heart that dar'd
When with the battle all was lost,
Plunge in the whirlpool of the war,
And share the slaughter of his host;
Nor his, the indignant soul with brave
And Roman arm, his life to shed;
But still he sought by flight to save
His outlaw'd and unlaurell'd head.

With face to earth his vet'rans' lay
In ruins all who bore his name;
His mighty Empire past away,
And blasted, as a Chief, his fame.
Yet--yet--(so let him live) content
The sentence of his foes he bore,
Like a vile felon to be sent
An exile to a wretched shore.

FROM THE PORTUGUESE.

Where silver hairs no reverence meet,
Where to the weary stranger's feet
To cross the threshold 'tis denied.
And at the genial board, her place
No kerchief'd matron takes to grace
Her savage husband's haughty side;
Where Niger hides, or on the shore
Of dark and stormy Labrador.
O Castres,--I