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Let merry England proudly rear
The flower, she loves, of emerald green.
Strike the wild harp, while maids prepare
Yes! twine for me the cypress bough:
Character of WILLIAM PITT, the Elder-by Grattan.
The secretary stood alone. Modern degeneracy had not reached him. Original and unaccommodating, the features of his character had the hardihood of antiquity. His august mind overawed majesty, and one of his sovereigns thought royalty so impaired in his presence, that he conspired to remove him, in order to be relieved from his superiority. No state chicanery, no narrow system of vicious politics, no idle contest for ministerial victories, sunk him to the vulgar level of the great : but overbearing, persuasive, and impracticable, his object was England, his ambition was fame. Without dividing, he des troyed party; without corrupting, he made a venal age unaniinous. France sunk beneath him. With one hand he smote the house of Bourbon, and wielded in the other the democracy of England. The sight of his mind was infinite; and his
schemes were to affect, not England, not the present age only, but Europe and posterity. Wonderful were the means by which these schemes were accomplished; always seasonable, always adequate, the suggestions of an understanding animated by ardour, and enlightened by prophecy.
The ordinary feelings which make life amiable and indolent were unknown to him. No domestic difficulties, no domestic weakness reached him; but aloof from the sordid occurrences of life, and unsullied by its intercourse, he came occasionally into our system, to counsel and to decide.
A character so exalted, so strenuous, so various, so authoritative, astonished a corrupt age, and the treasury trembled atthe name of Pitt through all her classes of venality. Corrup tion imagined, indeed, that she had found defects in this statesman, and talked much of the inconsistency of his glory, and much of the ruin of his victories; but the history of his country and the calamities of the enemy, answered and refuted her.
Nor were his political abilities his only talents : his eloquence was an æra in the senate, peculiar and spontaneous, familiarly expressing gigantic sentiments and instinctive wisdom; not like the torrent of Demosthenes, or the splendid conflagration of Tully; it resembled sometimes the thunder, and sometimes the music of the spheres. Like Murray, he did not conduct the understanding through the painful subtility of argumentation; nor was he like Townshend, for ever on the rack of exertion; but rather lightened upon the subject, and reached the point by the flashings of the mind, which, like those of his eye, were felt, but could not be followed.
Upon the whole, there was in this man something that could create, subvert, or reform; an understanding, a spirit, and an eloquence, to summon mankind to society, or to break the bonds of slavery asunder, and to rule the wilderness of free minds with unbounded authority; something that could establish or overwhelm empire, and strike a blow in the world that should resound through the universe.
Extract from RUSSELL'S Oration, July 4, 1800.
If we are united, we shall have nothing to fear. Union is the heart, through which must circulate those streams of life, of health, of joy, which shall animate every member, which shall heal every disease, and which shall give a zest to every blessing. United you may set securely, like a mighty giant on your
mountains, and bending a stern regard upon the ocean, dare the coming of the proudest foe. The little topical eruptions of a county or a state shall yield to the hale vigour of the whole; and every part reciprocating those good offices, which a diversity of soil and climate give them the high privilege of rendering acceptable-you shall exhibit a spectacle, which shall awe and delight the universe. Policy, genius, nature herself invites to union. She has bound us together by a chain of mountains which no human strength can break-she has interlaced us by an hundred majestic streams, which pass and repass the boundaries of states; which, parting nearly from the same sources, flow in a hundred different directions, disregarding the little prejudices of the districts they fertilize; and now approaching, now receding from each other, wind in a thousand mazes, and weave a knot which no intrigue can loosen, which no sword can sever. Who will not rise superior to local prepossessions? Who will not feel himself the citizen of a common country, the child of a common parent? And who is he, wherever may be his abode, whether on this or the other side of the Chesapeak, whether on the banks of the Mississippi, or the borders of the Atlantic, who, while he exults in the name of AMERICAN, will not regard as his brother, every one who has a title to that proud distinction?
BE UNITED!-was the last injunction which trembled from the lips of our departed WASHINGTON. At the name of WASHINGTON does not a melancholy pleasure sadden and delight your souls? The fourth of July shall never pass, but he on it shall be remembered. He has filled the world with his and our glory. The Tartar and the Arab converse about him in their tents. His form already stands in bronze and marble among the worthies of ancient and modern times. The fidelity of history has already taken care of the immortality of his fame. His example shall animate posterity, and should faction tear, or invasion approach our country, his spirit shall descend from the Divinity, and inspire tranquility and courage. Death has not terminated his usefulness-he has not yet ceased to do good, and even now he holds from his tomb a torch which cheers and enlightens the world. He loved TRUTH! Let us love it-let us seek it with a sincere and single heart. It will reward the search. It is great, immutable and eternal. "The fugitive falsehoods of the moment shall perish; party and passion may write their names upon the plaister; but this shall one day moulder, and TRUTH remain forever inscribed upon the marble.
Extract from a Discourse delivered in St. Peter's Church, in the city of Albany, the 20th of April, 1828, with the view of inducing contributions to the Greeks.
Confident that I never appeared as the advocate of a more worthy cause than that of the afflicted Greeks, I shall address you, on this occasion, with unwonted earnestness. And as my object is not to gratify the feelings of the ambitious, the appetites of the voluptuous, or the cravings of the avaricious; but to raise up the bowed down, to alleviate the sufferings of a whole people, to exalt in the estimation of mankind the character of our country, and above all to please God, I entertain no apprehensions of disappointment.
1. The calamities of unhappy Greece are not only great, but without a parallel. The history of the world, from that awful moment in which God cursed this guilty globe down to the present time, does not exhibit a more wretched people, than the inhabitants of this classic and once happy country. Agitated by hope and apprehension; by momentary triumphs and numerous discomfitures; by the cheering prospects of foreign aid, and the mockery of their hopes; by internal enemies and outward foes, they present an assemblage of disasters, unequalled in the annals of time.
Collect, my brethren, for a moment, the powers of your fancy, and fix them on afflicted Greece. What a sad and revolting spectacle stands before you! The warrior repairs to the field of battle, not like his adversary, in 'the pride, and pomp, and circumstance of glorious war'-but in the deep miseries of poverty and consuming care: the matron and her lovely daughter are torn from the sanctuary of their homes, driven into hopeless captivity, or forced into lonely deserts to subsist on acorns, and seek a shelter from the storms, in the caverns of the earth : the lisping infant, clinging with convulsive grasp to his flying mother, is overtaken by the savage Turk and slaughtered without remorse: a country once verdant with vines, and olives, and generous crops, is blasted by the breath of war, and left "without agriculture, without commerce, and without arts :" the traces of a desolating foe are marked, not only on the site of lamented Scio, on the ramparts of Ispara, Missolonghi and the Acropolis; but in every city, and village, and hamlet, and portion of this devoted country. The winds which sweep along the fields, once blooming with groves, sacred to the muses, and over the ruins of temples erected for the arts and sciences, bear on their wings the sighs of expiring widows, the moans of vanquished heroes, and the beseechings of starving infants! And
do you not, in the view of such a picture, yield to pity? O, can there be a heart so hard, as to remain unmoved by scenes so sad as these? No, exclaims the philanthropist : all-all I have, is at the service of this afflicted country!
2. And will not the scholar respond in the same notes? I am sure he will, There is not a living soul, who ever revelled on the creations of inspired fancy, or hung enchanted upon the strains of oratory, or followed with swelling and delicious admiration the flowing periods of eloquence, or beheld the magic transformations of the chisel, or the enrapturing beauties of the pencil, who does not feel himself indebted to unhappy Greece. O Greece! Venerated and beloved Greece! Often have we, kneeling at thy shrine, rendered the homage of admiration to thy transcendent genius! It was thy maternal bosom that nourished him, whose immortal song has been the wonder of the world;-him whose voice shook the throne of Macedon, controuled the passions of fierce democracy, and perpetuated to the present moment the power and soul of eloquence ;-him who bodied forth forms of beauty from the rugged rock, and gave them, as it were, sentiment and feeling;-him whose moral science the virtuous still revere :- "For her seat is the bosom of God, and her voice the harmony of the world."
Say, then, ye men of letters-shall Greece be given up? Shall the Turk still pollute the soil sanctified by the brightest genius? desecrate the groves, the temples, and the porticos, from which have issued living streams that have often laved and refreshed your souls? extinguish the etherial fire which quickened the mighty minds of Burke, and Chatham, and Adams, and Henry? O, ye, who boast of refined and elevated minds, prove, I beseech you, the reality of your pretensions, by contributing to the redemption of a country, from whose brilliant genius you have derived your brightest ornaments.
3. But the contributions of men of letters will not suffice. I would, if possible, render the resources of heaven and earth tributary to afflicted Greece. Permit me, then, to address the friends of freedom.
But for whom do I address them? For the high born sons of Leonidas, of Themistocles, of Aristides, of Epaminondas !
And for what do I address them? For the emancipation of the Greeks.
They have been for ages groaning beneath a tyranny more dreadful than death itself. In point of fact they have no immunities; no chartered rights; no power to controul their own affairs;-holding, not only the earnings of their daily labour, but their religion, their domestic comforts, and life itself, by