O Tories! O Tories! beware of the day When my legions shall meet you in battle array! For the state of the poll in a vision I trace, With a name at the top, and a name at the base; Ye rally and cry: “For ourselves and the Crown!” And ye hoodwink the people and trample them down. Proud Salisbury, descending, declares to the poor, That he works for them now――though he did not before. But hark! through the thunder and speech-laden air, Who is he that flies howling in rage and despair? ’Tis the loud Democrat, so triumphant of late, The country has snubbed him, and――shown him the gate! Weep, Tories! your tricks to the country are plain, O weep!――can ye hope to deceive them again? They know, though your speeches sound pleasant and smart, That the truth on your lip is a lie at your heart! _The Judge_, November 28, 1885. ――――:o:―――― YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. A NAVAL ODE. Ye Mariners of England! That guard our native seas: Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle, and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave!―― For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave. Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. Britannia needs no bulwark, No towers along the steep; Her march is o’er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below,―― As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger’s troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean-warriors! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. THOMAS CAMPBELL. Campbell began this famous Ode, in Edinburgh, in 1799, and finished it at Altona in 1800. He at first styled it “Alteration of the old ballad ‘Ye Gentlemen of England’ composed on the prospect of a Russian War;” it was published early in 1801, in the _Naval Chronicle_, with the line “Where Granvill (boast of freedom) fell,” instead of “Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell,”