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public proceedings on America, with the old warning of the church, Sursum corda! We ought to elevate our minds to the greatness of that trust to which the order of Providence has called us. By adverting to the dignity of this high calling, our ancestors have turned a savage wilderness into a glorious empire; and have made the most extensive, and the only honorable conquests; not by destroying, but by promoting, the wealth, the number, the happiness, of the human race.

Let us get an American revenue as we have got an American empire. English privileges have made it all that it is; English privileges alone will make it all that it can be. In full confidence of this unalterable truth,

I (quod felix faustumque sit)-lay the first stone of the temple of peace; and I move you,

“That the colonies and plantations of Great Britain in North America, consisting of fourteen separate governments, and containing two millions and upwards of free inhabitants, have not had the liberty and privilege of electing and sending any knights and burgesses, or others, to represent them in the high court of parliament.”



MILTON These are thy glorious works! Parent of good! Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wond'rous fair: Thyself how wond'rous, then, Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing. Ye in heaven! On earth, join all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.

Fairest of stars! last in the train of night,
If better thou belong not to the dawn,
Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Thou Sun! of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowledge him thy greater: sound his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noon hast gain’d, and when thou

Moon! that now meet’st the orient sun, now fly'st,
With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies!

ye five other wand'ring fires! that move In mystic dance, not without song! resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye elements! the eldest birth Of nature's womb; that in quaternion run Perpetual circle multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations! that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honor to the world's great Author rise; Whether to deck with clouds th’ uncolour'd sky, Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers, Rising or falling, still advance his praise. His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud! and wave your tops, ye pines With every plant, in sign of worship, wave. Fountains! and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling, tune his praise. Join voices, all ye living souls. Ye birds, That singing, up to heaven's gate ascend, Bear on your wings, and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread or lowly creep! Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise Hail, universal Lord! be bounteous still,

To give us only good; and, if the night
Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd-
Disperse it as now light dispels the dark.


Awake, ye sons of Spain! awake! advarce!
Lo! Chivalry, your ancient goddess, cries,
But wields not, as of old, her thirsty lance,
Nor shakes her erimson plumage in the skies;
Now on the smoke of blazing bolts she flies,
And speaks in thunder through yon engine's roar:
In every peal she calls—“Awake! arise!"
Say, is her voice more feeble than of yore,
When her war song was heard on Andalusia's shore?

Hark! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note?
Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath?
Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote;
Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath
Tyrants and tyrants' slave?-the fires of death,
The bale-fires flash on high:—from rock to rock
Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe;

Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc,
Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock.

Lo! where the Giant on the mountain stands,
His blood-red tresses deep’ning in the sun,
With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands,

that scorches all it glares upon;
Restless it rolls, now fix'd, and now anon
Flashing afar,-and at his iron feet
Destruction.cowers to mark what deeds are done;

For on this morn three potent nations meet, To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most


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« This paper, gentlemen, insists upon the necessity of emancipating the catholics of Ireland, and that

is charged as part of the libel. If they had waited another year, if they had kept this prosecution impending for another year, how much would remain for a jury to decide upon, I should be at a loss to discover. It seems as if the progress of public reformation was eating away the ground of the prosecution. Since the commencement of the prosecution, this part of the libel has unluckily received the sanction of the legislature. In that interval our catholic brethren have obtained that admission, which it seems it was a libel to propose; in what way to account for this, I am really at a loss. Have any alarms been occasioned by the emancipation of our catholic brethren? Has the bigoted malignity of any individuals been crushed? Or has the stability of the government, or that of the country been weakened. Or is one million of subjects stronger than four millions? Do you think that the benefit they received should be poisoned by the sting of vengeance? If you think so, you must say to them, “you have demanded emancipation, and you have got it; but we abhor your persons, we are outraged at your success ; and we will stigmatize by a criminal prosecution the relief which you have obtained from the voice of your country. I ask you, gentlemen, do you think, as honest men anxious for the public tranquillity, conscious that there are wounds not yet completely cicatrized, that you ought to speak this language at this time, to men who are too much disposed to think that in this very emancipation they have been saved from their own Parliament by the humanity of their sovereign? Or do you wish to prepare them for the revocation of these improvident concessions? Do you think it wise or huinane at this moment to insult them, by sticking up in the pillory, the man who dared to stand forth their advocate? I put it to your oaths, do you think, that a blessing of that kind, that a victory obtained by justice over bigotry and oppression, should have a stigma cast upon it by an ignominious sentence upon men bold and honest enough to propose that measure? To propose the redeeming

of religion from the abuses of the church, the reclaiming of three millions of men from bondage, and giving liberty to all who had a right to demand it; giving, I say, in the so much censured words of this paper, giving universal emancipation!' I speak in the spirit of the British law, which makes liberty commensurate with and inseparable from British soil; which proclaims even to the stranger and the sojourner, the moment that he sets his foot


British earth, that the ground upon which he treads is holy, and consecrated by the genius of universal emancipation. No matter in what language his doom may have been pronounced;--no matter what complexion incompatible with freedom, an Indian or an African sun may have burnt upon him-no matter in what disastrous battle his liberty may have been cloven down;-no matter with what solemnities he may have been devoted upon the altar of slavery; the first moment he touches the sacred soil of Britain, the altar and the god sink together in the dust; his soul walks abroad in her own majesty; his body swells beyond the measure of his chains, that burst from around him, and he stands redeemed, regenerated and disenthralled, by the irresistable genius of universal emancipation."

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CHATHAM. In the course of the debate, Lord Suffolk, secretary for the northern department, undertook to defend the employment of the Indians in the war. His lordship contended, that, besides its policy and necessity, the measures was also allowable on principle. For thatit was perfectly justifiable to use all the means that God and nature put into our hands!"

I AM ASTONISHED! (exclaimed lord Chatham, as he rose)-shocked! to hear such principles confessed to hear them avowed in this house, or in this country: principles equally unconstitutional, inhuman, and unchristian!

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