FOOTNOTES:

[34] Westminster-Hall, first reared by Rufus, was entirely rebuilt by
Richard II.

[35] Winchester, many years the residence of Joseph Warton, is so much
associated with the recollections and noble poetry of his younger
brother, as to warrant the expression in the text.

[36] The Protector-Duke, beheaded on Tower-Hill in the reign of his
nephew, Edward VI.--"His attention to the poor during his Protectorship,
and his opposition to the system of enclosures, had created him many
friends among the lower classes, who hastened to witness his end, and
yet flattered themselves with the hope of his reprieve."--LINGARD.

[37] The trial of the seven bishops took place in the hall. Five out of
their number--worthy of note upon every occasion--(the Archbishop, the
Bishops of Ely, Bath and Wells, Chichester, and Petersborough,) refused
the oaths to King William, and were deprived accordingly.

[38] The unfortunate Scottish lords were tried here 1745-6, as Horace
Walpole abundantly testifies.

[39] More than one noble family, very creditably, have visited the works
of art on free-admission days.

[40] Maclise's fresco of _The Knight_.

[41] _Youth at a stream_, by J. H. Foley.

[42] Lough's _Mourners_, a group in marble.

LINES ON THE LANDING OF HIS MAJESTY KING LOUIS PHILIPPE, TUESDAY,
OCTOBER 8, 1844.

BY B. SIMMONS.

I.

Ho! Wardens of the Coast look forth
Upon your Channel seas--
The night is melting in the north,
There's tumult on the breeze;
Now sinking far, now rolling out
In proud triumphal swell,
That mingled burst of shot and shout
Your fathers knew so well,
What time to England's inmost plain
The beacon-fires proclaim'd
That, like descending hurricane,
Grim Blake, that Mastiff of the Main,
Beside your shores had once again
The Flemish lion tamed![43]

War wakes not now that tumult loud,
Ye Wardens of the Coast,
Though looming large, through dawn's dim cloud,
Like an invading host
The Barks of France are bearing down,
One crowd of sails, while high
Above the misty morning's frown
Their streamers light the sky.
Up!--greet for once the Tricolor,
For once the lilied flag!
Forth with gay barge and gilded oar,
While fast the volley'd salvoes roar
From batteried line, and echoing shore,
And gun-engirdled crag!

Forth--greet with ardent