Ho! maidens of Vienna; ho! matrons of Lucerne; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright: Ho! burghers of St. Genevieve, keep watch and ward to- night, For our God hath crush'd the tyrant, our God hath raised the slave, And mock'd the counsel of the wise, and the valour of the brave. Then glory to His holy name, from whom all glories are; And glory to our Sovereign Lord, King Henry of Navarre! MACAULAY. [Notes: _D'Aumale_, The Duke of; another leader of the League. _The Flemish Court_. Count Egmont, the son of the Count Egmont, whose death on the scaffold in 1568, in consequence of the resistance he offered to the tyranny of Philip II. of Spain, has made the name famous. The son, on the other hand, was the attached servant of Philip II.; and was unnatural enough to say, when reminded of his father, "Talk not of him, he deserved his death." _Remember St. Bartholomew_, i.e., the massacre of the Protestants on St. Bartholomew's day, 1572. _Maidens of Vienna: matrons of Lucerne_. In reference to the Austrian and Swiss Allies of the League. _Thy Mexican pistoles_. Alluding to the riches gained by the Spanish monarchy from her American colonies. _Ho! burghers of St. Genevieve_ = citizens of Paris, of which St. Genevieve was held to be the patron saint.] * * * * * NECESSITY THE MOTHER OF INVENTION. And now I began to apply myself to make such necessary things as I found I most wanted, as particularly a chair or a table; for without these I was not able to enjoy the few comforts I had in the world; I could not write or eat, or do several things with so much pleasure without a table.