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...• This penon ii not in parliament : he is si'p posed to be one of Cobbctt'a and Cartwrigkt' *nen. And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur arc loud in their wail, And the idols arc broke in the Temple...