In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales
From fields where good men walk, and bowers wherein they rest.
The following sonnet may be commended to warriors and statesmen, as containing a wisdom as practical in its application as it is lofty in its conception:
I grieved for Bonaparté with a vain
And an unthinking grief! The tenderest mood
Of that man’s mind—what can it be? What food
Fed his first hopes? What knowledge could he gain?
’Tis not in battles that from youth we train
The Governor who must be wise and good,
And temper with the sternness of the brain