[1] For the loan of the drawing (made in 1780), whence the first engraving is copied, we are indebted to the kindness of a gentleman of East Grinstead; and for the sketch of the latter to an affectionate relative. * * * * * BATTLE HYMN. _Imitated from the German of Theodore Korner._[2] (_For the Mirror_.) Father, in mercy hear A youthful warrior's prayer. Thundering cannons are roaring around me: Carnage and death, and destruction surround me; God of eternal power. Guide me in this dread hour! Guide me in this dread hour God of eternal power! Lead me, base Tyranny manfully braving, Onwards to where _Freedom's_ banner is waving-- To death--or victory; I bow to thy decree! I bow to thy decree, In death or victory! 'Mid the loud din of the battle's commotion, When Nature smiles, or when storms rend the ocean, Lord of the brave and just In _thee_ I'll put my trust! In thee I'll put my trust, Lord of the brave and just! On thee, the fountain of goodness relying, Whatever ills may come--living and dying I will thy praise proclaim, Blest be thy holy name. Blest be thy holy name, I will thy praise proclaim, 'Tis not for worldly ends we're contending, _Liberty's_ sacred cause we're defending, And by thy might on high, We'll conquer--or we'll _die!_ We'll conquer--or we'll _die_ By the great God on High. When life's red stream from my bosom is swelling, And the last sigh on my faint lip is dwelling, Then Lord in mercy hear A youthful warrior's prayer! J.E.S. [2] See "Select Biography," page 199, present Volume of the MIRROR. * * * * * ENGLAND IN 827, 1827, 2827. (_For the Mirror_.) One thousand years have now elapsed since Egbert laid the foundation of England's glory, by uniting the kingdoms of the heptarchy. What was England then? what is it now? what will it be in 2827? In 827, how confined her empire, how narrow her limits, how few her resources; the lord and his vassals the only classes of society. In 1827, she may exclaim with the Spanish Philip, "The sun never sets upon my dominions." How difficult to mention the bounds of her empire, or to calculate the vastness of her resources! and still more difficult task to enumerate the gradations of society which modern refinement has produced. Where will this extended sway, this power, these resources, and these refinements be in 2827? "Oh! for the glance of prophet's eye, To scan thy depths, futurity."