Oh, thou hast been the cause of this anguish, my mother!"
In future, when the reformers of marriage have had their way, we
shall read:
"The world may think me gay, for I bow to my fate;
But thou hast been the cause of my anguish, O State!"
For even when true love is regulated by the County Council or the
village community, it will still persist in not running smooth.
Of these passions, then, Mr. Bayly could chant; but let us remember
that he could also dally with old romance, that he wrote:
"The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall."
When the bride unluckily got into the ancient chest,
"It closed with a spring. And, dreadful doom,
The bride lay clasped in her living tomb,"
so that her lover "mourned for his fairy bride," and never found out
her premature casket. This was true romance as understood when Peel
was consul. Mr. Bayly was rarely political; but he commemorated the
heroes of Waterloo, our last victory worth mentioning:
"Yet mourn not for them, for in future tradition
Their fame shall abide as our tutelar star,
To instil by example the glorious ambition
Of falling, like them, in a glorious war.
Though tears may be seen in the bright eyes of beauty,
One consolation must ever remain:
Undaunted they trod in the pathway of duty,
Which led them to glory on Waterloo's plain."
Could there be a more simple Tyrtaeus? and who that reads him will
not be ambitious of falling in a glorious war? Bayly, indeed, is
always simple.
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