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He courted the statesman, to profit by his influence, the millionaire, to obtain his money, and the world, to gratify his desires. He was the more dangerous from the possession of an intellect massive, piercing, and brilliant, united to a form at once handsome and vigorous. His mind was but the keen weapon with which he hewed a path to conquest. That weapon was Protean. If the victim fully came under the gaze of an eye, whose sharp light resembled lightning imprisoned and for ever playing in a cloud black as death, he was for ever lost, Burr's conversation was irresistibly fascinating, for his hands swept every chord of the human heart. He strewed the rosy paths of the happy with flowers of a still brighter hue; he arched the troubled sky of the desponding with the rainbow of hope; he conjured up before the rapt vision of the avaricious. golden Golcondas; and to the aspiring, he pointed out the illuminated vistas of glory.

Thus he stood: gifted and unprincipled; ruthless and terrible. The want of great fortune, alone, prevented his presenting, in one vast Alpine mass, that evil which he accomplished but too successfully in many details. Chance confined to valleys, comparatively humble, the stupendous glaciers which only needed the rays of the sun of fortune to devastate continents.

It may be asked: Is not his valor on the battie-fields of his country to be remembered ?" Yes! That was a redeeming thing. No matter from what motive his military talents were exercised, our land reaped some benefit. But we are forced to doubt the patriotism of one who was so ready to forswear his allegiance; who trampled on so much that men hold sacred, and who regarded his exploits against royal tyranny less glorious than the moral destruction of a human being.

Age is expected to subdue; but with Burr, the winter of time brought no snow to cool the lava of passion. At fourscore and six the crater wore a glow as ardent as at twenty. His faculties mocked at a century.

Age should bring the soothing calm of religion, to prepare the tempest-tost bark for its entrance into another and final sea: Burr died as he had lived,—a practical atheist. Age should bring respect: Burr expired as he had existed, without the regard of the good. His hoary hairs went down to the grave, floating on the breeze of infamy.

In cunning, an Iago; in lust, a Tarquin; in patience, a Catiline; in pleasure, a Sybarite; in gratitude, a Malay; and in ambition a Napoleon, he affords the world an awful example

of powerful intellect destitute of virtue. His portrait would fitly appear in a circle of Dante's Inferno.

Let no one accuse the speaker of stepping with sandaled feet through the solemn sepulcher. Aaron Burr belongs to History. Such was the lot he chose.

Ex. CLVIII.-APPENDIX TO “YANKEE DOODLE.”

YANKEE DOODLE sent to town
His goods for exhibition;

Every body ran him down,

And laughed at his position.

They thought him all the world behind;
A goney, muff, or noodle;

Laugh on, good people-never mind-
Says quiet YANKEE DOODLE.

YANKEE DOODLE had a craft,
A rather tidy clipper,

And he challenged, while they laughed,
The Britishers to whip her.
Their whole yacht-squadron she outsped,

And that on their own water;

Of all the lot she went ahead,

And they came nowhere arter.

O'er Panama there was a scheme
Long talked of, to pursue a

Short route-which many thought a dream—

By Lake Nicaragua.

JOHN BULL discussed the plan on foot,

With slow irresolution,

While YANKEE DOODLE went and put
It into execution.

A steamer of the COLLINS' line,
A YANKEE DOODLE's notion,
Has also quickest cut the brine
Across the Atlantic Ocean.
And British agents, no ways slow
Her merits to discover,

Have been and bought her-just to tow

The CUNARD packets over.

PUNCH.

Your gunsmiths of their skill may crack
But that again do n't mention:

I guess that COLT's revolvers whack
Their very first invention.

By YANKEE DOODLE, too, you're beat
Downright in Agriculture,
With his machine for reaping wheat,
Chawed up as by a vulture.

You also fancied, in your pride,

Which truly is tarnation,

Them British locks of yourn defied

The rogues of all creation;

But CHUBBS' and BRAMAH'S HOBBS has picked,
And you must now be viewed all

As having been completely licked
By glorious YANKEE DOODLE.

Ex. CLIX.-DEFENSE OF MASSACHUSETTS.

C. SUMNER.

GOD be praised! Massachusetts, honored commonwealth that gives me the privilege to plead for Kansas on this floor, knows her rights, and will maintain them firmly to the end. This is not the first time in history that her public acts have been arraigned, and that her public men have been exposed to contumely. Thus was it when, in the olden time, she began the great battle whose fruits you all enjoy. But never yet has she occupied a position so lofty as at this hour. By the intelligence of her population—by the resources of her industry-by her commerce, cleaving every wave,-by her manufactures, various as human skill-by her institutions of education, various as human knowledge-by her institutions of benevolence, various as human suffering-by the pages of her scholars and historians-by the voices of her poets and orators, she is now exerting an influence more subtile and commanding than ever before-shooting her far-darting rays wherever ignorance, wretchedness, or wrong, prevail, and flashing light even upon those who travel far to persecute her. Such is Massachusetts, and I am proud to believe that you may as well attempt, with puny arm, to topple down the earth-rooted, heaven-kissing granite which crowns the historic

sod of Bunker Hill, as to change her fixed resolves for freedom every where, and especially now for freedom in Kansas. I exult, too, that in this battle, which surpasses far in moral grandeur the whole war of the Revolution, she is able to preserve her just eminence. To the first she contributed a larger number of troops than any other state in the Union, and larger than all the slave states together; and now to the second, which is not of contending armies, but of contending opinions, on whose issue hangs trembling the advancing civilization of the country, she contributes, through the manifold and endless intellectual activity of her children, more of that divine spark by which opinions are quickened into life, than is contributed by any other state, or by all the slave states together, while her annual productive industry excels in value three times the whole vaunted cotton crop of the whole South.

Sir, to men on earth it belongs only to deserve success; not to secure it; and I know not how soon the efforts of Massachusetts will wear the crown of triumph. But it can not be that she acts wrong for herself or children when in this cause she thus encounters reproach. No; by the generous souls who were exposed at Lexington; by those who stood arrayed at Bunker Hill; by the many from her bosom who, ou all the fields of the first great struggle, lent their vigorous arms to the cause of all; by the children she has borne, whose names alone are national trophies, is Massachusetts now vowed irrevocably to this work. What belongs to the faithful servant she will do in all things, and Providence shall determine the result.

Ex. CLX.-RIENZI'S LAST APPEAL TO THE ROMANS. SIR E. BULWER LYTTON.

YE come, then, once again! Come ye as slaves or freemen? A handful of armed men are in your walls: will ye, who chased from your gates the haughtiest knights-the most practiced battle-men of Rome, succumb now to one hundred and fifty hirelings and strangers?-Will ye arm for your tribune?-you are silent !—be it so! Will you arm for your own liberties,-your own Rome ?-silent still! By the saints that reign on the throne of the heathen gods, are ye

thus fallen from your birthright? Have you no arms for your own defence?

Romans, hear me! Have I wronged you?-if so, by your hands let me die: and then, with knives yet reeking with my blood, go forward against the robber who is but the herald of your slavery; and I die honored, grateful, and avenged.

You weep! Aye, and I could weep, too-that I should live to speak of liberty in vain to Romans. Weep!-is this an hour for tears? Weep now, and your tears shall ripen harvests of crime, and license, and despotism, to come!

Romans, arm; follow me, at once, to the Place of the Colonna: expel this ruffian Minorbino, expel your enemy;-(no matter what afterwards you do to me:)—or, I abandon you to your fate.

What! and is it ye who forsake me, for whose cause alone man dares to hurl against me the thunders of his God, in this act of excommunication? Is it not for you that I am declared heretic and rebel? What are my imputed crimes ?— That I have made Rome, and asserted Italy to be free!— that I have subdued the proud magnates, who were the Scourge both of pope and people.

And you, you upbraid me with what I have dared and done for you! Men, with you I would have fought, for you I would have perished. You forsake yourselves in forsaking me; and, since I no longer rule over brave men, I resign my power to the tyrants you prefer.

Seven months I have ruled over you, prosperous in commerce, stainless in justice,-victorious in the field: I have shown you what Rome could be; and since I abdicate the government ye gave me,-when I am gone, strike for your own freedom! It matters nothing who is the chief of a brave and great people. Prove that Rome hath many a Rienzi, but of brighter fortunes.

Heed me: I ride with these faithful few through the quarter of the Colonna, before the fortress of your foe. Three times before that fortress shall my trumpet sound; if at the third blast ye come not, armed as befits you,--I say not all, but three, but two, but one hundred of ye,-I break up my wand of office, and the world shall say one hundred and fifty robbers quelled the soul of Rome, and crushed her magistrate and her laws!

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