XIII. A long adieu, dark Years! to you, of war on field and flood, Battle afar, and mimic war at hone to train our blood-- The ruffian Ring--the goaded Bull--the Lottery's gates of sin-- The _all_ to nurse the outward brute, and starve the soul within! XIV. Here lives and breathes around us proof that those all-evil times Are fled with their decrepit thoughts, their slaughter, and their crimes; Long stood THIS HALL the type of all could MAN'S grim bonds increase-- Henceforth be it his Vestibule to hope, and light, and peace! _August_, 1844. FOOTNOTES: [34] Westminster-Hall, first reared by Rufus, was entirely rebuilt by Richard II. [35] Winchester, many years the residence of Joseph Warton, is so much associated with the recollections and noble poetry of his younger brother, as to warrant the expression in the text. [36] The Protector-Duke, beheaded on Tower-Hill in the reign of his nephew, Edward VI.--"His attention to the poor during his Protectorship, and his opposition to the system of enclosures, had created him many friends among the lower classes, who hastened to witness his end, and yet flattered themselves with the hope of his reprieve."--LINGARD. [37] The trial of the seven bishops took place in the hall. Five out of their number--worthy of note upon every occasion--(the Archbishop, the Bishops of Ely, Bath and Wells, Chichester, and Petersborough,) refused the oaths to King William, and were deprived accordingly. [38] The unfortunate Scottish lords were tried here 1745-6, as Horace Walpole abundantly testifies. [39] More than one noble family, very creditably, have visited the works of art on free-admission days. [40] Maclise's fresco of _The Knight_. [41] _Youth at a stream_, by J. H. Foley. [42] Lough's _Mourners_, a group in marble. LINES ON THE LANDING OF HIS MAJESTY KING LOUIS PHILIPPE, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1844. BY B. SIMMONS. I. Ho! Wardens of the Coast look forth Upon your Channel seas-- The night is melting in the north, There's tumult on the breeze; Now sinking far, now rolling out In proud triumphal swell, That mingled burst of shot and shout Your fathers knew so well, What time to England's inmost plain The beacon-fires proclaim'd That, like descending hurricane, Grim Blake, that Mastiff of the Main, Beside your shores had once again The Flemish lion tamed![43]