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we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house'? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction'? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot' ? Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power.
7. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God, who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone : it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged." Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable: and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come!
8. It is vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle'? What is it that gentlemen wish'? What would they have'? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet', as to be purchased at the price of chains' and slavery'? Forbid it, Almighty God. I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
BY THOMAS CAMPBELL.
Its Maker meant not should be trod
Erect and free,
To bow the knee'?
2. That's hallow'd ground, where, mourn’d and miss’d,
The lips repose our love has kiss'd;
Yon churchyard's bowers' ?
A part of ours. 3. What hallows ground where heroes sleep'?
'Tis not the sculptured piles you heap! In dews that heavens far distant weep,
Their turf may bloom; Or genïi twine beneath the deep
Their coral tomb.
Whose sword or voice has served mankind,
Lifts thine on high'?
Is not to die.
He's dead alone that lacks her light!
The sword he draws:
A noble cause !
Her drums! and rend heaven's reeking space!
The charging cheer,
Shall still be dear !
To Heaven! but Heaven rebukes my zeal!
O God above!
To peace and love!
Their spread wings o'er Devotion's shrine;
Where they are not:
· Religion's spot.
9. To incantations dost thou trust'?
And pompous rites in domes august' ?
. Belie the vaunt,
With chime or chant.
Can sin, can death, your worlds obscure'?
Of heavenly love!
I read the doom of distant time;
Shall yet be drawn,
To sacred thoughts in souls of worth !
Earth's compass round;
All hallow'd ground.
THE PASSING OF THE RUBICON.
BY SHERIDAN KNOWLES.
1. A GENTLEMAN, Mr. Chairman, speaking of Cæsar's benevolent disposition, and of the reluctance with which he entered into the civil war, observes, “How long did he pause upon the brink of the Rubicon!" How came he to the brink of that river'? How dared he cross it'? Shall private men respect the boundaries of private property', and shall a man pay no respect to the boundaries of his country's rights'? How dared he cros. that river'?
2. Oh! but he paused upon the brink. He should have perished on the brink, ere he had crossed it! Why did he pause'? Why does a man's heart palpitate when he is on the point of committing some unlawful deed'? Why does the very murderer, his victiin sleeping before him, and his glaring eye taking the measure of the blow, strike wide of the mortal part'? Because of conscience'! 'Twas that made Cæsar pause upon the banks of the Rubicon.
3. Compassion'! What compassion'? The compassion of an assassin, that feels a momentary shudder as his weapon begins to cut! Cæsar paused upon the brink of the Rubicon! What was the Rubicon? The boundary of Cæsar's province! From what did it separate his province'? From his country' Was that country a desert' ? No'; it was cultivated and fertile', rich and populous'! Its sons were men of genius, spirit, and generosity! Its daughters were lovely, susceptible, and chaste! Friendship was its inhabitant! Love was its inhabitant! Domestic affection was its inhabitant! Liberty was its inhabitant ! All bounded by the stream of the Rubicon!
4. What was Cæsar, that stood upon the brink of that stream'? A. traitor', bringing war and pestilence into the heart of that country'! No wonder that he paused; no wonder if, his imagination wrought upon by his conscience, he had beheld blood instead of water, and heard groans instead of murmurs! No wonder if some gorgon horror had turned him into stone upon the spot! But no! he cried, “The die is cast!” He plunged ! he crossed! and Rome was free no more!
LAS CASAS DISSUADING FROM BATTLE.
BY KOTZEBUE. 1. Is then the dreadful measure of your cruelty not yet complete'? Battle! Gracious Heaven ! against whom? Against à king, in whose mild bosom your atrocious injuries, even yet, have not excited hate, but who, insulted or victorious, still sues for peace. Against a people who never wronged the living being their Creator formed; a people who, children of innocence ! received you as cherished guests, with eager hospitality and confiding kindness. Generously and freely did they share with you their comforts', their treasures', and their homes': you repaid them by fraud', oppression', and dishonor.
2. These eyes have witnessed all I speak : as gods you were received'; as fiends you have acted'Pizarro', hear me'! Hear me, chieftains' ! And thou', All-powerful' ! whose thunder can shiver into sand the adamantine rock, whose lightnings can pierce to the core of the riven and quaking earth, oh, let thy power give effect to thy servant's words, as thy Spirit gives courage to his will! Do not, I implore you, chieftains', countrymen', do not, I implore you, renew the foul barbarities your insatiate avarice has inflicted on this wretched, unoffending race!
3. But hush', my sighs' ! fall not, ye drops of useless sorrow'! heart-breaking anguish', choke not my utterance'! All I entreat is, send me once more to those you call your enemies. Oh, let me be the messenger of penitence from you; I shall return with blessings and peace from them. Elvira', you weep! Alas! does this dreadful crisis move no heart but thine'? Time flies; words are unavailing; the chieftains declare for instant battle.
4. U God'! thou hast anointed me thy servant, not to curse, but to bless, my countrymen: yet now my blessing on their force were blasphemy against thy goodness. No! I curse your purpose, homicides! I curse the bond of blood by which you are united. May fell division, infamy, and rout defeat your projects and rebuke your hopes! On you, and on your children, be the peril of the innocent blood which shall be shed this day! I leave you, and forever! No longer shall these aged eyes be seared by the horrors they have witnessed. In caves, in forests, will I hide myself; with tigers and with savage beasts will I commune; and when at length we meet again before the blessed tribunal of that Deity whose mild doctrines and whose mercies ye have this day renounced, then shall ye feel the agony and grief of soul which tear the bosom of your accuser now.