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energies from soul to soul. Notwithstanding the diversity of minds in such a multitude, by the lightning of eloquence, they are melted into one mass, -the whole assembly, actuated in one and the same way, become, as it were, but one man, and have but one voice. The universal cry is, — LET US MARCH PHILIP; LET US FIGHT FOR OUR LIBERTIES ; QUER OR DIE!




THE crisis has come.

By the people of this generation, by ourselves, probably, the amazing question is to be decided, whether the inheritance of our fathers shall be preserved or thrown away; whether our Sabbaths shall be a delight or a loathing ; whether the taverns, on that holy day, shall be crowded with drunkards, or the sanctuary of God with humble worshippers ; whether riot and profaneness shall fill our streets, and poverty our dwellings, and convicts our jails, and violence our land ; or whether industry, and temperance, and righteousness, shall be the stability of our times; whether mild laws shall receive the cheerful submission of free men, or the iron rod of a tyrant compel the trembling homage of slaves. Be not deceived. The rocks and hills of New England will remain till the last conflagration. But let the Sabbath be profaned with impunity, the worship of God be abandoned, the government and religious instruction of children neglected, and the streams of intemperance be permitted to flow, and her glory will depart. The wali of fire will no longer surround her, and the munition of rocks will no longer be her defence. The hand that overturns our doors and temples, is the hand of Death unbarring the gate of pandemonium, and letting loose upon our land the crimes and miseries of hell. If the Most High should stand aloof and cast not a single ingredient into our cup of trembling, it would seem to be full of superlative woe. But He will not stand aloof. As we shall have begun an open controversy with Him, he will contend openly with us. And, never, since the earth stood, has it been so fearful a thing for nations to fall into the hands of the

living God. The day of vengeance is at hand ; the day of judg. ment has come ; the great earthquake which sinks Babylon is shaking the nations, and the waves of the mighty commotions are dashing upon every sñore. Is this, then, a time to remove the foundations, when the earth itself is shaken? Is this a time to forfeit the protection of God, when the hearts of men are failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are to come upon the earth ?

Is this a time to run upon

His neck and the thick bosses of His buckler, when the nations are drinking blood, and fainting, and passing away in His wrath ? Is this the time to throw away the shield of faith, when His arrows are drunk with the blood of the slain ? - to cut from the anchor of hope, when the clouds are collecting, and the sea and the waves are roaring, and thunders are uttering their voices, and lightnings blazing in the heavens, and the great hail is falling from heaven upon men, and every mountain, sea, and island is fleeing in dismay from the face of an incensed God!

L. Beecher.



I DO not rise to rawn or cringe to this House; I do not

rise to supplicato you to be merciful towards the nation to which I belong, - toward a nation which, though subject to England, is yet distinct from it. It is a distinct nation ; it has been treated as such by this country, as may be proved by his. tory, and by seven hundred years of tyranny. I call upon this House, as you value the liberty of England, not to allow this nefarious bill to pass. In it are involved the liberties of England. the liberty of the press, and of every other institution dear to Englishmen. Against the bill I protest, in the name of the Irish people, and in the face of Heaven. I treat with scorn the puny and pitiful assertions, that grievances are not to be complained of, — that our redress is not to be agitated; for, in such cases, remonstrances cannot be too strong, agitation cannot be too vio lent, to show to the world with what injustice our fair claims are met, and under what tyranny the people suffer.

The clause which does away with trial by jury, — what, in the

name of Heaven is it, if it is not the establishment of a revolutionary tribunal ? It drives the judge from his bench ; it does away with that which is more sacred than the throne itself, that for which your king reigns, your lords deliberate, your commons assemble. If ever I doubted before of the success of our agitation for repeal, this bill, - this infamous bill, — the way in which it has been received by the House ; the manner in which its opponents have been treated; the personalities to which they have been subjected ; the yells with which one of them has this night been greeted, — all these things dissipate my doubts, and tell me of its complete and early triumph. Do you think those yells will be forgotten? Do you suppose their echo will not reach the plains of my injured and insulted country ; that they will not be whispered in her green valleys, and heard from her loity hills ? O, they will be heard there ! — yes ; and they will not be forgotten. The youth of Ireland will bound with indigtion, — they will say, “ We are eight millions ; and you treat us thus, as though we were no more to your country than the isle of Guernsey or of Jersey !

I have done my duty. I stand acquitted to my conscience and my country. I have opposed this measure throughout; and I now protest against it as harsh, oppressive, uncalled for, unjust ; - as establishing an infamous precedent, by retaliating crime against crime ; — as tyrannous, - cruelly and vindictively tyrannous !

D. O'Connell.



AN advocate of Cæsar's character, speaking

of his 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 cross that river ? — 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 an unlawful deed? Why does the very murderer, - his victim sleeping before him, and his glaring eye taking measure of the blow, strike wide of the mortal part ?

Because of conscience! 'T was that made Cæsar pause upon the brink of the Rubicon. 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! 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, in 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.

J. S. Knowless.



WEDES ! countrymen ! behold at last, after a thousand dan-

gers past, your chief, Gustavus, here! Long have I sighed ’mid foreign lands ; long have I roamed in foreign lands; at length, 'mid Swedish hearts and hands, I grasp a Swedish spear ! Yet, looking forth, although I see none but the fearless and the free, sad thoughts the sight inspires ; for where, I think, on Swedish ground, save where these mountains frown around, can that best heritage be found — the freedom of our sires ? Yes, Sweden pines beneath the yoke ; the galling chain our fathers broke is round our country now! On perjured craft and ruthless

their name,

guilt his power a tyrant Dane hao built, and Sweden's crown, all blood-bespilt, rests on a foreign brow.

On you your country turns her eyes on you, on you, for aid relies, scions of noblest stem! The foremost place in rolls of fame, by right your fearless fathers claim ; yours is the glory of

’t is yours to equal them. As rushing down, when winter reigns, resistless to the shaking plains, the torrent tears 'ts way

and all that bars its onward course sweeps to the sea with headlong force, so swept your sires the Dane and Norse ;

can ye do less than they?

Rise! reässert your ancient pride, and down the hills a living tide of fiery valor pour.

Let' but the storm of battle lower, back to his den the foe will cower; — then, then shall Freedom's glorious hour strike for our land once more ! What! silent motionless, ye stand ? Gleams not an eye? Moves not a hand ? Think ye to fly your fate? Or till some better cause be given, wait ye?

Then wait! till, banished, driven, ye fear to meet the face of Heaven ; - till ye are slaughtered, wait.

But no! your kindling hearts gainsay the thought. Hark! hear that bloodhound's bay! Yon blazing village see! Rise, countrymen! Awake! Defy the haughty Dane! Your battlecry be Freedom! We will do or die! On! Death or victory!




upon those whom I address to stand up for the nobil. ity of labor. It is Heaven's great ordinance for human improvement. Let not that great ordinance be broken down, What do I say? It is broken down ; and it has been broken down for ages. Let it then be built up again ; here, if any. where, on these shores of a new world, of a new civilization. But how, I may be asked, is it broken down? Do not men coil? it may be said. They do indeed toil ; but they too generally do it because they must. Many submit to it as in some sort a degrading necessity; and they desire nothing so much on earth as escape from it. They fulfil the great law of labor in the letter, but break it in the spirit; fulfil it with the muscle, but break

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