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Puff. As to the Puff oblique, or Puff by implication, it branches into so many varieties, that it is the last principal class of the art of puffing-An art which I hope you will now agree with me, is of the highest dignity.
Sneer. Sir, I am completely a convert, both to the importance and ingenuity of your profession.
We are asked, What have we gained by the war? I have shown that we have lost nothing in rights, territory, or honour; nothing for which we ought to have contended, according to the principles of the gentlemen on the other side, or according to our own. Have we gained nothing by the war? Let any man look at the degraded condition of this country before the war, the scorn of the universe, the contempt of ourselves, and tell me if we have gained nothing by the war? What is our present situation? Respectability and character abroad, security and confidence at home. If we have not obtained, in the opinion of some, the full measure of retribution, our character and constitution are placed on a solid basis never to be shaken.
The glory acquired by our gallant tars, by our Jacksons and our Browns on the land,—is that nothing? True, we had our vicissitudes; there were humiliating events, which the patriot cannot review without deep regret-but the great account, when it comes to be balanced, will be found vastly in our favour. Is there a man, who would obliterate from the proud pages of our history the brilliant achievements of Jackson, Brown, and Scott, and the host of heroes on land and sea, whom I cannot enumerate? Is there a man, who could not desire a participation in the national glory acquired by the war? Yes, national glory, which, however the expression may be condemned by some, must be cherished by every genuine patriot.
What do I mean by national glory? Glory such as Hull, Jackson, and Perry have acquired. And are gentlemen insensible to their deeds-to the value of them in animating the country in the hour of peril hereafter? Did the battle of Thermopyla preserve Greece but once? Whilst the
Mississippi continues to bear the tributes of the Iron Mountains and the Alleghanies to her Delta and to the Gulf of Mexico, the eighth of January shall be remembered, and the glory of that day shall stimulate future patriots, and nowve the arms of unborn freemen, in driving the presumptuous invader from our country's soil.
Gentlemen may boast of their insensibility to feelings inspired by the contemplation of such events. But I would ask, 'oes the recollection of Bunker's Hill, Saratoga, and Yorktown, afford them no pleasure? Every act of noble sacrifice to the country, every instance of patriotic devotion to her cause, has its beneficial influence. A nation's character is the sum of its splendid deeds; they constitute one common patrimony, the nation's inheritance. They awe foreign powers-they arouse and animate our own people. I love true glory. It is this sentiment which ought to be cherished; and, in spite of cavils, and sneers, and attempts to put it down, it will finally conduct this nation to that height to which God and nature have destined it.
SPEECH OF VINDEX AGAINST THE TYRANT NERO.-Tacitus.
WE live not under laws and civil government, but under the will of a single tyrant. Vice and cruelty lord it over mankind. The provinces groan under the yoke of oppression: our houses are pillaged; and our relations basely murdered. Of all our misery Nero is the author. What crime so great that he has not dared to perpetrate? his mother died by his murderous hand. That horrible parricide makes the heart recoil. But Agrippina deserved her fate; she brought a monster into the world.
At length the measure of his guilt is full. The East is up in arms; Britain in commotion; and the legions in Spain and Germany are on the eve of a revolt: and shall the nations of Gaul stand lingering in suspense? What consideration is there to restrain your ardour? Shall the title of Cæsar, of Augustus, of Prince, and Imperator, throw a false lustre round a man, who has disgraced his rank, and made majesty ridiculous? These eyes, my friends, these eyes have seen him a fiddler, a mountebank, and a pantomime
actor. Instead of his imperial titles, call him Thyestes, Edipus, Alcmoon, and Orestes. These names are suited
to his crimes.
How long are we to submit to such a master? Our forefathers took the city of Rome by storm, and what was their motive? In those days the love of plunder was sufficient to a war. We have a nobler cause: the cause of rty. It is that, my friends, it is that glorious now invites us. Let us obey the call, and draw ng sword. The nations around us, fired with are ready to assert their rights. Let them not
to prove themselves men. The enterprise has at is dear to man, all that is great in human d shall we not be the first to seize the glorious y? Let us go forth at once, and be the deliverers ld.
SALATHIEL TO TITUS.-Croly.
Vespasian, I am at this hour a poor man, as I e next be an exile or a slave: I have ties to life as ever were bound round the heart of man: I e a suppliant for the life of one whose loss would mine! Yet, not for wealth unlimited, for the safefamily, for the life of the noble victim that is now at the place of torture, dare I abandon, dare I e impious thought of abandoning the cause of the Holiness.
Titus! in the name of that Being, to whom the wisdom of the earth is folly, I adjure you to beware. Jerusalem is sacred. Her crimes have often wrought her misery-often has she been trampled by the armies of the stranger. But she is still the City of the Omnipotent; and never was blow inflicted on her by man, that was not terribly repaid.
The Assyrian came, the mightiest power of the world: he plundered her temple, and led her people into captivity. How long was it before his empire was a dream, his dynasty extinguished in blood, and an enemy on his throne?—The Persian came: from her protector, he turned into her oppressor; and his empire was swept away like the dust of the
desert! The Syrian smote her: the smiter died in agonies
Pompey came; the invincible, the conqueror of a thousand cities; the light of Rome; the lord of Asia, riding on the very wings of victory. But he profaned her Temple; and from that hour he went down-down, like a mill stone plunged into the ocean! Blind counsel, rash ambition, womanish fears, were upon the great statesman and warrior of Rome. Where does he sleep? What sands were coloured with his blood? The universal conqueror died a slave, by the hands of a slave!-Crassus came at the head of the legions: he plundered the sacred vessels of the sanctuary. Vengeance followed him, and he was cursed by the curse of God. Where are the bones of the robber and his host? Go, tear them from the jaws of the lion and the wolf of Parthia, their fitting tomb!
You, too, son of Vespasian, may be commissioned for the punishment of a stiff-necked and rebellious people. You may scourge our naked vice by the force of arms; and then you may return to your own land exulting in the conquest of the fiercest enemy of Rome. But shall you escape the common fate of the instrument of evil?-Shall you see a peaceful old age?—Shall a son of yours ever sit upon the throne?-Shall not rather some monster of your blood efface the memory of your virtues, and make Rome, in bitterness of soul, curse the Flavian name?
CHARACTER OF WILLIAM PENN.-Duponceau.
WILLIAM PENN stands the first among the lawgivers, whose names and deeds are recorded in history. Shall we compare with him Lycurgus, Solon, Romulus, those founders of military commonwealths, who organized their citizens in dreadful array against the rest of their species, taught them to consider their fellow men as barbarians, and themselves as alone worthy to rule over the earth? What benefit did mankind derive from their boasted institutions? Interrogate the shades of those who fell in the
mighty contests between Athens and Lacedæmon, between Carthage and Rome, and between Rome and the rest of the universe.
But see William Penn, with weaponless hand, sitting down peaceably with his followers in the midst of savage nations, whose only occupation was shedding the blood of their fellow men, disarming them by his justice, and teaching them, for the first time, to view a stranger without distrust. See them bury their tomahawks in his presence so deep, that man shall never be able to find them again. See them, under the shade of the thick groves of Coaquannock, extend the bright chain of friendship, and solemnly promise to preserve it as long as the sun and moon shall endure. See him then with his companions, establishing his commonwealth on the sole basis of religion, morality, and universal love, and adopting, as the fundamental maxim of his government, the rule handed down to us from heaven, Glory to God on high, and on earth peace, and good will to all men.
Here was a spectacle for the potentates of the earth to look upon, an example for them to imitate. But the potentates of the earth did not see, or if they saw, they turned away their eyes from the sight: they did not hear, or if they heard, they shut their ears against the voice, which called out to them from the wilderness.
Discite justitiam moniti et non temnere Divos.
The character of William Penn alone sheds a neverfading lustre on our history.
SPEECH OF RINGAN GILHAIZE, IN A COUNCIL OF THE SCOTCH REBELS.-Galt.
MODERATION! You, Mr. Renwick, counsel moderation -you recommend the door of peace to be still kept openyou doubt if the Scriptures warrant us to undertake revenge; and you hope that our forbearance may work repentance among our enemies.
You have hitherto been a preacher, not a sufferer; with you, resistance to Charles Stuart's government has been a