Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1850-05-22
Old England's Worthies.
BY THOMAS MACKELLAR.

II i'll becomes the Brtons, us to mock.
THEIR horicsteais once also OURS and We
! Have well upheld the family dignity,
Nor proved 4. :, ncrate scionS Of the stock.
Tis t. show what IAN. mos. free, 70:
The mission Is not given 10 us TO pore
! Der co'-wcbtc, tones Of well-forgo,t"n lore;
Progression i aur law and destiny.
"e Lead the van If battle. well begun
: By SYDNEY-UAN"DEN-C WELL. on TIE field,
And glorious MILTON, Who pen did WELD
| That ,lowed with light from minds uncoudel
/ Oh, that great MILLIONS mental mantle might
| dixie the rapt rrophcts) fall upon this land,
! Which owes its freedom partly To his hand,
/ That dared betmes the fearless Truth to write
| The mau-mmorta of our father-Isle,
I His fame is also And . that men
| Wond sit like children at his feet awhile
And wisely learn Of him All Nations then
| Woud show their giants I wish in vain, fear
| when h. old and blind, they gave him ten
They promised twenty pounds for his great Poem,
And let him die. And twould he again
Thu. Angels sometimes on the Earth appear,
But till they've gone to Heaven to know
u believed in canonilinC men,
Ia canonizc JOHN BUNYAN (But, indeed,
I'm follower Of stern and simple creed,
The excellent way Paul taught by tongue AMI pen
And the Tinker may content himself
To take place upon my mental shelf
Beside John Nilton) Twelve full years was h.,
4 cuiltlrss prisoner, held in Bedford JAIL
And. 'conpaurd by his d,ughter-hlind ard paic-
Nan-lik- hr bore the wrath of Birotry.
"'Tw not to be endured that h. should preach
They had not him" tthus the Preltcs reasoned
" In their t.nets he hal not been seasoned,
Ard sttan-- would le to 1t Tinker teach"
Ti~ hard to hinder bitter thoughts from rising
To Keep the wo-i of scprn unSpok"n-when
7 read the crueltics of those mtred
Who SEEN t have thought that anath matizing
wa> far holicr work than -rc,ccminy.
But BUNYAN was h"yoni their power nor cords
Nor bars could bind IN immortal thoughts and words
His geniu. hid beneath the ;uise Of dreaming.
lie stands alone in his peculiar glory,
Sole Sovereign Of the Realm of AlleCory'
Two hundred years have passed YET, brightly, bcam
such fascination in his nccromancy)
On US the radiance of his brilliant fancy
What pleasant sleep that had such glorious dreams
Thou. too stand up, NoLL CROMWELL Take thy place
Among thy country's mghtic>t for thou vert
The sturdy champion Of thy suffering
And thou dlst battle, cen Ia thine own hurt,
For man and truth and God. They sland"rel thee,
The mnons Of the Second Charles The dirt
OF slander is dried. and. verify,
Like good old Bunyaus Z" Pilgrim" thou art girt
With brighter glory. Cromwell! tho
And thy true cousin UAMPDEN scorncd TO bow
Before the pride Of Prclates, King, and Lords
Humanity arose in arms and dire
And awful the mortal hate and ire
When Tranny aud Freedom measured swords
Meath thy Pro.cctorate, old England. fame
Grc1s great and clHrous. Thy simple name
suffic.-l to keep turbulent world in awe.
And people great and small securely dwelt
Beneath the shelter of the equal law;
Aud At their wont the high and lowly knclt
And worshpred Cod. When Death TO thee came near
Still trustcdst thou in Him who died to
Thou halst thy faults hut who, alas is clear'
Immortal memories sanctify thy grave.