...satisfied ! Thanks to the gods! my son has done his duty. How beautiful is death when earned by virtue ! Who would not be that youth? What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country ['" The following letter from General Taylor, communicating the afflicting intelligence to Mr. Clay,...

...those glorious wounds. —How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! Who would not be that youth 1 What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country !— Why sits this sadness on your brows, my friends 1 1 should have blush'd if Cato's house had stood...

...' Tm satisfied I Thanks to the gods ! my son has done his duty. How beautiful is death when earned by virtue 1 Who would not be that youth? What pity...it That we can die but once to serve our country I' " The following letter from General Taylor, communicating the afflicting intelligence to Mr. Clay,...

...leisure The bloody corse, and count these glorious wounds. How beautiful is death when earned by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ! What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country. Portius ! behold thy brother and remember, Thy life is not thine own when Rome demands it. " Juba....

...defence of the injured rights and honor of his country. How beautiful is death when earned by virtue ! Who would not be that youth? What pity is it That we can die but once to nerve our country. So spoke the Roman from the mouth of Cato. So saiil the father over the dead body...

...Must give us pause. SHARSPERR. — Ibid. Act IIL Scene 1. (The Soliloquy continued.) See " Whips." What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country. ADDUON.— Cato, Act IV. But shall die like men ; and fall like one of the princes. PSALM LXXXII. Verse...

...of his country. " How beautiful is death when carn'd by virtue ! Who would not bo that youth ? What is it That we can die but once to serve our country ?" So spoke the Roman from the mouth of Cato. So said the father over the dead body of his son. "It...

...The bloody corse, and count those glorious wounds. How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country ! Why sits this sadness on your brows, my friends ? I should have blushed if Cato's house had stood...

...soil, The product of all climes. Act ir. Scene 4. Thanks to the gods ! my boy has done his duty. Ibid. What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country l When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.* Act ir....

...leisure The bloody corse, and count those glorious wounds. How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue! Who would not be that youth ? — what pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country ! Why sits this sadness on your brow, my friends? 1 should have blush'd if Cato's house had stood Secure,...