Mr. Southey does not inform us in what year he began to look for this deliverance, but if he had looked for it long, he must have looked for it long in vain. Does our poet then find no presage of deliverance for ‘conquered France’ in the same principles that he found it for ‘injured Germany’? But he has no principles; or he does not himself know what they are. He praises Providence in this particular instance for having conformed to his hopes; and afterwards thus gives us the general results of his reading in history and the human heart. In the Dream he says, speaking of Charissa and Speranza— ‘This lovely pair unrolled before the throne “Earth’s melancholy map,” whereon to sight Two broad divisions at a glance were shown, The empires these of darkness and of light. Well might the thoughtful bosom sigh to mark How wide a portion of the map was dark. Behold, Charissa cried, how large a space Of earth lies unredeemed! Oh grief to think That countless myriads of immortal race In error born, in ignorance must sink, Trained up in customs which corrupt the heart And following miserably the evil part! Regard the expanded Orient from the shores Of scorched Arabia and the Persian sea, To where the inhospitable Ocean roars Against the rocks of frozen Tartary; Look next at those Australian isles which lie Thick as the stars which stud the wintry sky. Then let thy mind contemplative survey That spacious region where in elder time Earth’s unremembered conquerors held the sway And Science trusting in her skill sublime, With lore abstruse the sculptured walls o’erspread, Its import now forgotten with the dead. From Nile and Congo’s undiscovered springs To the four seas which gird the unhappy land, Behold it left a prey to barbarous Kings, The Robber and the Trader’s ruthless hand; Sinning and suffering, everywhere unblest, Behold her wretched sons, oppressing and opprest!’