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The life has gone; the breath has fled ;
And what has been, no more shall be ; The well-known form, the welcome tread, 0! where are they? and where is he?
HENRY NEELE. (1798 - 1828.)
One day, a rich man, flushed with pride and wine, –
Sitting with guests at table, all quite merry, — Conceived it would be vastly fine
To crack a joke upon his secretary. “Young man,” said he, “by what art, craft, or trade,
Did your good father earn his livelihood?” – “He was a saddler, sir,” the young man said ;
“And in his line was always reckoned good.” “A saddler, eh? and had you stuffed with Greek,
Instead of teaching you like him to do!
A saddler, too, of you?”
Said (craving pardon, if too free he made), “Sir, by your leave, I fain would know
Your father's trade." “ My father's trade? Why, sir, but that's too bad !
My father's trade? Why, blockhead, art thou mad? My father, sir, was never brought so low :
He was a gentleman, I'd have you know !”. “Indeed! excuse the liberty I take ;
But, if your story's true,
A gentleman of you?”
Marco Bozzaris fell, in a night attack on the Turkish camp, at Laspi, August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. Pronounce the a in Boz-za'ris like a in far.
At midnight, in his guarded tent,
The Turk was dreaming of the hour
Should tremble at his power. * * *
At midnight, in the forest shades,
Bozzaris ranged his Su'liote band,
Heroes in heart and hand.
On old Platæa's day;
As quick, as far as they!
That bright dream was his last;
And death-shots falling thick and fast
Bozzaris cheer his band :
God — and your native land !”
They fought, like brave men, long and well ;
They piled that ground with Moslem slain ;
Bleeding at every vein :
And the red field was won ;
Like flowers at set of sun.
Bozzaris! with the storied brave,
Greece nurtured in her glory's time,
Even in her own proud clime.
We tell thy doom without a sigh;
XXXVIII. - ON RECONCILIATION WITH AMERICA.
RE-PEAL', v. t., to make void. RE-MOV'AL, n., act of removing.
COM-PLI-CA'rion, n., an entanglement.
transfer to another; to estrange. affairs. Ex-Tor’tion, n., unlawful exaction. DES'POT-ISM, n., absolute power.
In acts, subjects, &c., sound the t. Do not say civl for civil. 1. AMERICA can not be reconciled — she ought not to be reconciled — till the troops of Britain are withdrawn. How can she trust you, with the bayonet at her breast? How can she suppose that you mean less than bondage or death? It is not repealing this or that act of Parliament, - it is not repealing a piece of parchment, — that can restore America to our bosom.
2. You must repeal her fears and her resentments; and you may then hope for her love and gratitude. But now, insulted with an armed force posted at Bos. ton, irritated with a hostile array before her eyes, her concessions, if you could force them, would be suspicious and insecure, — the dictates of fear, and the extortions of force!
3. But it is more than evident that, principled and united as they are, you can not force the Americans to your unworthy terms of submission. Repeal, therefore, my lords, I say! But bare repeal will not satisfy this enlightened and spirited people. You must go through the work. You must declare you have no right to tax. Then they may trust you.
4. There is no time to be lost. Every moment is big with dangers. While I am speaking, the decisive blow may be struck, and millions involved in the consequence. The very first drop of blood shed in a civil and unnatural war will make a wound which years, perhaps ages, may not heal.
5. When your lordships look at the papers transmitted to us from America, — when you consider their decency, firmness, and wisdom, —you can not but respect their cause, and wish to make it your own. I must declare and avow, that, in the master states of the world, I know not the people nor the senate who, under such a complication of difficult circumstances, can stand in preference to the delegates of America, Assembled in General Congress at Philadelphia. For genuine sagacity, for singular moderation, for solid wisdom, manly spirit, sublime sentiments, and simplicity of language, — for every thing respectable and honorable, — they stand unrivaled.
6. I trust it is obvious to your lordships that all attempts to impose servitude upon such men, to establish despotism over such a mighty continental nation, must be vain, must be fatal. This wise people speak out. They do not hold the language of slaves. They tell you what they mean. They do not ask you to repeal your laws as a favor. They claim it as a right; they demand it. They tell you they will not submit to them. And I tell you the acts must be repealed. We shall be forced ultimately to retract.
7. Let us retract while we can, not when we must. I say we must necessarily undo these violent, oppressive acts. They must be repealed. You will repeal them. I pledge myself for it, that you will, in the end, repeal them. I stake my reputation on it. I will consent to be taken for an idiot, if they are not finally repealed.* Avoid, then, this humiliating, this disgraceful necessity. .
8. Every motive of justice and of policy, of dignity and of prudence, urges you to allay the ferment in America, by a removal of your troops from Boston, — by a repeal of your acts of Parliament. On the other hand, every danger and every hazard impend, to deter you from perseverance in your present ruinous measures: foreign war hanging over your heads by a slight and brittle thread; France and Spain watching your conduct, and waiting the maturity of your errors !
9. To conclude, my lords, if the ministers thus persevere in misadvising and misleading the king, I will not say that they can alienate the affections of his subjects from the crown, but I will affirm that they will make his crown not worth his wearing. I will not say that the king is betrayed, but I will pronounce that the kingdom is undone!
LORD CHATHAM. (1708 — 1778.)
* This prediction was verified. After a three years' fruitless war, the repeal of the offensive acts was sent out as a peace-offering to the Colonies ; but it was too late. The speech from which our extracts are made was delivered in the House of Lords, January 20, 1775, on a motion to withdraw the Brito ish troops from Boston.