under the protection of their bucklers, thrown themselves across the pikes of the Germans, the latter were obliged to give way, and would have been entirely defeated if their cavalry had not come to their relief. It is necessary therefore to institute a military force possessing neither the defects of the Swiss nor those of the Spanish infantry, and that may be able to maintain its ground against the French cavalry; and this is to be effected, not by changing their arms, but by altering their discipline. Nothing is more likely to make a new prince esteemed, and to render his reign illustrious. Such an opportunity ought eagerly to be embraced, that Italy, after her long sufferings, may at last behold her deliverer appear. With what demonstrations of joy and gratitude, with what affection, with what impatience for revenge, would he not be received by those unfortunate provinces who have so long groaned under such odious oppression. What city would shut her gates against him, and what people would be so blind as to refuse him obedience? What rivals would he have to dread? Is there one Italian who would not hasten to pay him homage? All are weary of the tyranny of these barbarians. May your illustrious house, strong in all the hopes which justice gives our cause, deign to undertake this noble enterprise, that so, under your banners, our nation may resume its ancient splendor, and, under your auspices, behold the prophecy of Petrarch at last fulfilled. Virtu contr' al furore Prendera l'arme, et sia il combatter corto. Na gl' Italici cuor non è ancor morto. When virtue takes the field, The palm to Italy: For patriot blood still warms Italian veins; THE BATTLE OF FLODDEN. BY SIR WALTER SCOTT. (From "Marmion.") [SIR WALTER SCOTT: The great Scotch novelist and poet; born August 15, 1771, in Edinburgh, where he attended the university. He practiced as an advocate for a while, then withdrew from the bar and devoted his attention largely to literature. "The Lay of the Last Minstrel " (1805) brought him into prominence as an author; and in 1814 he published anonymously "Waverley," the first of the " Waverley Novels." He became a partner in Constable's publishing house and the Ballantynes' printing house, in order to realize all sides of the profit from his works; but bad management, and his immense overdrafts on their resources to build up a great feudal estate at Abbotsford, left them so weak that the panic of 1825 ruined both. He wore out his life in the effort to pay up in full the liabilities of £120,000, and the royalties on his books achieved this after his death. His other great poems are "Marmion" and the "Lady of the Lake," and lesser ones in merit are "Rokeby," "The Lord of the Isles," "Harold the Dauntless," "The Bridal of Triermain," and "The Vision of Don Roderick." Among the "Waverleys" may be cited "Guy Mannering," "The Antiquary," "The Heart of Midlothian," "Old Mortality," "Rob Roy," "The Bride of Lammermoor,' " "Ivanhoe," ," "Kenilworth," "The Abbot," "Quentin Durward," "The Pirate," and "The Talisman."] Nor far advanced was morning day, He had safe conduct for his band, And Douglas gave a guide: The ancient Earl, with stately grace, Would Clara on her palfrey place, And whispered, in an undertone, "Let the hawk stoop, his prey is flown." The train from out the castle drew; But Marmion stopped to bid adieu: "Though something I might plain," he said, "My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still Burned Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, Here in thy Hold, thy vassals near, And if thou saidst, I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!". - On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage O'ercame the ashen hue of age: Fierce he broke forth: "And darest thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall; And hopest thou hence unscathed to go? - Lord Marmion turned, well was his need, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The steed along the drawbridge flies, And when Lord Marmion reached his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. "Horse! horse!" the Douglas cried, "and chase!" When the King praised his clerkly skill. And why stands Scotland idly now, And sees, between him and his land, His host Lord Surrey lead? What 'vails the vain knight-errant's brand?— Fierce Randolph, for thy speed! O for one hour of Wallace wight, Dr well-skilled Bruce, to rule the fight, And cry,-"Saint Andrew and our right!" Another sight had seen that morn, Ere yet the bands met Marmion's eye, Between Tweed's river and the hill, Lord Surrey's o'er the Till! Yet more! yet more!-how fair arrayed With all their banners bravely spread, And all their armor flashing high, Saint George might waken from the dead, To see fair England's standard's fly.". "Stint in thy prate," quoth Blount; "thou'dst best, And listen to our lord's behest.". With kindling brow Lord Marmion said, "This instant be our band arrayed; The river must be quickly crossed, ... A moment then Lord Marmion stayed, That, on a hillock standing lone, Did all the field command. [He leaves Clare with Blount and Eustace and ten archers to guard her.] He waited not for answer there, And would not mark the maid's despair, Nor heed the discontented look |