XXXV
Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast
The village tyrant of his fields withstood-- Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.
GRAY.
It was thirty-three years after the interview which we have just related that an American army was once more arrayed against the troops of England; but the scene was transferred from Hudson's banks to those of the Niagara. The body of Washington had long lain moldering in the tomb; but as time was fast obliterating the slight impressions of political enmity or personal envy, his name was hourly receiving new luster, and his worth and integrity each moment became more visible, not only to his countrymen, but to the world. He was already the acknowledged hero of an age of reason and truth;
