Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1852-02-19


out successful worshippers at her shrine,
and the enclosed little gem taken from
the Knlckerbocker will be int resting, a.
side from its intrinsic merit, because il
comes from the pen off Newportian, "a
native to the manor born," VIM. M.
Rodman, ESQ.
II is not only truly poetical, but its
excellence is heightened by its being
politically true.
Yours, very truly,
VIM. u. LAKE.
From, the Knikerbocker.
There is something very striking, 10
our conception, in the following inciden-
ral comparison between feeble woman,
strong only in her piety and seli-devo-
ton, and the "grea, Captain of his age"
The lines, "NAPoLEoN AND Mrs. JuD-
SON." are from poem, as yet unpub-
lished, pronounced before the Literary
Fraternity" Of Waterville College,
Maine and lis Commenc ement" Anni-
versary in the early autumn, by Mr..
WILLIAM M. RoDMAN, OF Providence,
Rhode Island. They have been for.
warded TO US by friend and correspon-
dent who heard the poem that contain
ed them delivered, and who retained a
copy Of Of the stanzas at the time.
Aiar and lone, mid Oceans waves,
A rocky isle is seen,
With lightning peaks and thunder caves,
Bright gemm'd with wales between.
And there. where Oceans ceaseless moan
To silence lends gloom,
A royal exile dwet alone,
As in living tomb.
The nations quaked like ralsied things
When DER their realms he trod
And PROSTATE fell the thrones Of kings,
Obedient TO his nod.
Greatest Of eArth's unhallow'd great,
A more than king was he :
The monarchs trail'd his robes Of state,
And bow d the subject knee.
The Arab, mid Sahara's sands,
Submissive own'd his will;
And now through IsHMAEL's hostile bands
His name is terror still
lie gain'd the very loftest height
OF human state and power,
And bask d il FaIDc's intensest light,
AT its meridian hour
Then tell, as falls the r;vcn rock
From Jura's loitiest height
When splinter'd by the lightning's shock,
In all its widest might.
He died and there he slept alone,
In Deaths cold, dreamless trance,
Till mandate from his shatter'd throne
Rc-summon'd him to France.
The nation wept in robes Of gloom,
The cypress vel'd the palm
Aud the royal exile found a tomb
In the grand old Notre-Dame -
Time rold on, when a merchant ship,
From India on her way,
moment let her anchors dip
In ST. helena's bay.
No looming gun from castlcd peak
PROCLAIMED king o'erthrown:
They paused, burial place to seek
For one to kings unknown:
One who had track d the painless sea,
For field Of toll and strife,
That she in faith and truth nigh, he
A Christian hcro's wife.
And there, within a tranquil nook,
Her peaceful form they laid,
Beside gently murmuring brook,
Beneath willows shade.
No sentry's troll around that grave
Is heard with measured tread
No bastion'd crags their banners wave
To guard the peaceful dead.
And there, while Ocean rolls a wave.
Shall she in silence sleep,
While angel guards around that grave
Their holy vigilskeep.
But when creations work is done,
And earth is robed with night,
And, clothed with blackness, fades the sun,
And all the worlds Of light:
Which then shall wear the victor's crown,
And songs Of triumph sing
She who toi'd meath BRAMAH's frown,
Or Gallia's exiled kiugl
'It is hardly necessary to say, that his remains
repose in the Hotel Of the lnyalides; hut, to
strengthen the contrast, l have spoken Of them as
being in Notre-Dame, because it was the place Of
his coronation.