priated to the most meritorious Candidate, designated "the NELSON Commissions," the effect would probably be found highly beneficial to the Country, while a more grateful homage to Nelson's fame could hardly be devised. The Literary Honours rendered to NELSON, consist of many, though very inadequate Memoirs of his Life, and of Poetical effusions. With few exceptions, however, the Muse of Britain has been remarkable only for her fecundity on this, it might be supposed, auspicious theme. Innumerable "Odes," "Monodies," "Elegies," "Dirges," "Tributes," "Verses," and "Laments," &c., have been written on NELSON and TRAFALGAR, but a few pages will be sufficient to revive the knowledge of the best of these productions. Early in 1806, Mr. CANNING published anonymously a short Poem, entitled "Ulm and Trafalgar ;" and by no Poet was the praise of NELSON more powerfully sung, the National loss more finely described, or the Hero's character more beautifully delineated than by that accomplished Orator and Statesman, who, to his other qualifications, added those of personal affection for the subject of his glowing verse. Mr. Canning, it should be remembered, was one of Nelson's friends who bid him farewell on board the Victory when he sailed for the last time from England. The Poem commences with representing Napoleon exulting over the defeat of the Austrian Armies and the surrender of Ulm; and "in insolence of power" "O'er England's seas his new dominion plann'd,- Roused from her trance, her shatter'd force combined, The subsequent success of Buonaparte's legions is then noticed, which, it is said, made him "in hope, dare profane" "With impious grasp, the sceptre of the main: But ENGLAND heard the vaunt, and NELSON made it vain. Once more the chosen instrument of good, Fix'd on the waves, and stablish'd on the flood, His Country's rights :-but seal'd them with his blood, Lamented Hero! when to Britain's shore Joy's bursting shout in whelming grief was drown'd, Not joy thus doubtful, sadness thus sincere, The scythe of war, amid the mangled heap, Shall waste his withering frame with slow decay; Nations shall kneel to bless the welcome doom; But thee, loved Chief! what genuine griefs bemoan! Fleets, Cities, Camps; the Cottage, and the Throne ! Round thy throng'd hearse those mingling sorrows flow, And seek faint solace in a pomp of woe! Yet not the vows thy weeping Country pays, Not that high meed, thy mourning Sovereign's praise; Not that the Great, the Beauteous, and the Brave Bend, in mute reverence, o'er thy closing grave; That with such grief as bathes a kindred bier, Collective Nations mourn a death so dear; Not these alone shall soothe thy sainted Shade,— And consecrate the spot where Thou art laid! Not these alone. But, bursting through the gloom, With radiant glory from thy trophied tomb, The sacred splendour of thy deathless name Shall grace and guard thy Country's martial fame. Far-seen, shall blaze the unextinguish'd ray, A mighty beacon, lighting Glory's way! With living lustre this proud Land adorn, And shine, and save, through ages yet unborn! ; By that pure fire, before that hallow'd tomb, That conscious worth, from pride, from meanness free, The scorn of worllly wealth; the thirst of fame From her fair brow th' unfading wreath to tear, Thy hand, and hands like thine,-have planted there- Cease then the funeral strain!-Lament no more, Mr. CROKER invoked his patriotic and spirited Muse with equal success on the same occasion, in his "Songs of Trafalgar :" "He dies! but while on Egypt's strand The sacred memory of the brave; And NELSON's emulated name Shine the proud sea-mark to the ports of Fame! Thither, shall youthful heroes climb, And round that sacred altar swear The EARL OF CARLISLE likewise published some "Verses on the Death of LORD NELSON;" and a HOWARD, above all other Englishmen, must naturally have appreciated the glory of a Commander who had defeated the modern Armada:"NELSON's no more! exclaims th' exulting Gaul, And views a future Navy in his fall. O noble meed of worth, of high renown, Alluding to the expectation of France that Britain's "empire of the Main" was lost with NELSON, Lord Carlisle said : : "O blast the hope! O break the flattering charm, That all of NELSON sleeps in Earth's cold womb, To point to future Conquests-bursts the tomb." Verses were also written on NELSON's fall by the DUKE and DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE, and those of His Grace have considerable terseness and point: 7 Lord Carlisle's admiration of NELSON was also shown by his erecting a small Rostral Column to his fame in the Court of Castle Howard, on the sides of which are the words ABOUKIR, COPENHAGEN, TRAFALGAR; and he placed the following graceful lines on an ancient Altar from the Temple of Delphi, which was brought to England in Lord Nelson's Ship from the Mediterranean : "Pass not this ancient Altar with disdain, 'Twas once in Delphi's sacred Temple rear'd; Might not to this have bow'd with holy awe; Has borne this relic o'er th' Italian waves; 8 William, fifth Duke of Devonshire, K.G., born in 1748, and died in 1811. He married first in 1774, Georgiana, daughter of John, first Earl Spencer, who died in March 1806. |