dark_;
_Fear not; He will come again_,
_With Arthur and Harold and good Saint George_,
_King Monmouth and all his men_!

Monmouth's invasion forms one of the most brilliant,--perhaps the most
brilliant,--of Lord Macaulay's narratives. But many curious details are
added in the _History_ by Mr. G Roberts (1844).

The belief, which this poem represents, that 'King Monmouth,' as he was
called in the West, would return, lasted long. He landed in Lyme Bay,
June 11, 1685, between the Cobb (Harbour-pier) and the beginning of the
Ware cliffs: marching north, after a few days, by the road which left the
ruins of Colway House on the right and led over Uplyme to Axminster.

_Soho_; the watch-word on Monmouth's side at Sedgemoor; his London house
was in the Fields, (now Square), bearing that name.

_Faithful Taunton_; here the Puritan spirit was strong; and here Monmouth
was persuaded to take the title of king (June 20), symbolized by the flag
which the young girls of Taunton presented to him. It bore a crown with
the cypher J B.--Monmouth's own name being James.

_Dour deep trench_; Sedgemoor lies in a marshy district near Bridgewater,
much intersected by trenches or 'Rhines.' One, the Busses Rhine, lay
between the two armies as they fought, July 6. Monmouth was caught
hiding in Cranborne Chase, July 8; executed, after a vain attempt to move
the heart of his uncle the king, July 15, on Tower Hill.

_Afric's tiger-bands_; Kirke savage troops from Tangier.

WILLELMUS VAN NASSAU

Yes! we confess it! 'mong the sons of Fate,
Earth's great ones, thou art great!
As that tall peak which from her silver cone
Of maiden snow unstain'd
All but the bravest scares, and reigns alone

In glacier isolation: Thus wert thou,
With that pale steadfast brow,
Gaunt aquiline: Thy whole life one labouring breath,
Yet the strong soul untamed;
France bridled, England saved, thy task ere death!

--O day of triumph, when thy bloodless host
From Devon's russet coast
Through the fair capital of the garden-West,
And that, whose gracious spire
Like childhood's prayer springs heaven-ward unrepress'd,

To Thames march'd legion-like, and at their tread
The sullen despot fled,
And Law and Freedom fair,--so late restored,
And to so-perilous life,
While Stuart craft replaced the Usurper's sword,--

Broke forth, as sunshine from the breaking sky,
When vernal storm-wings fly!
That day was thine, great Chief