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you to show me a desperately indebted people any where who can bear a regular sober government. I throw the challenge to all who hear me. I say that the character of the good old Virginia Planter—the man who owned from five to twenty slaves, or less, who lived by hard work, and who paid his debts, is passed away. A new order of things is come. The period has arrived of living by one's wits—of living by contracting debts that one cannot payand above all, of living by office-hunting.

Sir, what do we see? Bankrupts-branded bankruptsgiving great dinners—sending their children to the most expensive schools-giving grand parties and just as well received as any body in society. I say, that in such a state of things the old Constitution was too good for them; they could not bear it. No, Sir—they could not bear a freehold suffrage and a property representation.

I have always endeavoured to do the people justicebut I will not flatter them-I will not pander to their appetite for change. I will do nothing to provide for change. I will not agree to any rule of future apportionment, or to any provision for future changes called amendments to the Constitution. They who love change—who delight in public confusion-who wish to feed the cauldron, and make it bubble-may vote if they please for future changes. But by what spell—by what formula are you going to bind the people to all future time? You may make what entries upon parchment you please. Give me a Constitution that will last for half a century—that is all I wish for. No Constitution that you can make will last the one half of half a century.

Sir, I will stake any thing short of my salvation, that those who are malcontent now, will be more malcontent three years hence than they are at this day. I have no favour for this Constitution. - I shall vote against its adoption, and I shall advise all the people of my district to set their faces—aye—and their shoulders against it. But if we are to have it let us not have it with its death-warrant in its very face, with the Sardonic grin of death upon its countenance.

SECOND EXTRACT FROM THE SAME AUTHOR. MR CHAIRMAN,- I must notice a topic of the gravest character which has been several times brought to our view, by

eastern members, in the course of debate. I mean a separation of the state—at one time gently insinuated—at another wrapped up in beautiful rhetorical language, and finally expressed in what has been emphatically called plain old English. I am not disposed, Sir, to regard such menaces, because I am aware of the extremities of intellectual warfare, and can estimate the effervescence of momentary excitement. They would not be impressed upon my mind, but for a corresponding sentiment which I have reason to believe prevails amongst the western people. I do not say that if slave representation should be forced upon them, they will raise the standard of rebellion, or in any wise resist the constituted authorities. Far from it. But within the pale of the constitution and laws, they will carry their opposition to the utmost limit; and the members of this Committee can estimate the feelings of hostility by which it will be accompanied. The final result will be a separation of state. No one can

oubt that if such an event should be perseveringly, though peaceably sought, by a large portion of the state, it would be ultimately conceded.

I beg, Sir, to be distinctly understood. There is no one in this Committee to whom the idea of such a separation is more abhorrent than myself. I believe there is no man here who wishes separation for its own sake, or who could contemplate it for a moment, except as a refuge from great

We should look forward to such a calamity, only to deprecate and avoid it.

Surely, it will not,-must not be. — Separate Virginia ! Shall she be shorn of her strength, her influence, and her glory? Shall her voice of command, of persuasion, and reproof, be no longer heard in the national councils ? Shall she no more be looked up to as the guide of the strong, the guardian of the weak, and the protector of the oppressed? Break in twain the most precious jewel, and the separated parts are comparatively worthless. Divide Virginia, and both the East and the West will sink into insignificance, neglect and contempt.

I would to God, that for this single occasion only, I could utter my feelings in

'Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.' I would kindle a flame, which should find an altar in every heart—which should burn to ashes the prejudices of the hour, and the petty interests of the day,--and throw upon our path of duty a strong and steady light, directing us

er evils.

forward to the permanent welfare, safety, and honour of Virginia.

SPEECH OF CATILINE IN THE ROMAN SENATE, ON HEARING HIS SENTENCE OF BANISHMENT.

Croly. BANISHED from Rome! what's banished, but set free From daily contact of the things I loathe? • Tried and convicted traitor !'—Who says this? Who'll prove it, at his peril, on my head ? Banished !—I thank you for 't. It breaks my chain! I held some slack allegiance till this hourBut now my sword 's my own. Smile on, my lords ; I scorn to count what feelings, withered hopes, Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs, I have within my heart's hot cells shut up, To leave you in your lazy dignities. But here I stand and scoff you :-here I fling Hatred and full defiance in your face. Your Consul's merciful. For this all thanks. He dares not touch a hair of Cataline. * Traitor !' I go-but I return. This—trial! Here I devote your senate! I've had wrongs, To stir a fever in the blood of age, Or make the infant's sinew strong as steel. This day's the birth of sorrows !—This hour's work Will breed proscriptions.-Look to your hearths, my lords, For there henceforth shall sit, for household gods, Shapes hot from Tartarus!-all shames and crimes ;Wan Treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn; Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cup; Naked Rebellion, with the torch and axe, Making his wild sport of your blazing thrones; Till Anarchy comes down on you like night, And Massacre seals Rome's eternal grave.

WILLIAM TELL IN THE FIELD OF GRUTLI.

Knowles. Tell. Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again! the hands

you

first beheld, To show they still are free. Methinks [ hear

I hold to you

A spirit in your echoes answer me,
And bid your tenant welcome to his home
Again !-O sacred forms, how proud you look !
How high you lift your heads into the sky !
How huge you are ! how mighty and how free!
Ye are the things that tower, that shine-whose smile
Makes glad—whose frown is terrible—whose forms,
Robed or unrobed, do all the impress wear
Of awe divine. Ye guards of liberty,
I'm with you once again !—I call to you
With all my voice !-I hold my hands to you,
To show they still are free. I rush to you
As though I could embrace you !

-Scaling yonder peak,
I saw an eagle wheeling near its brow
O'er the abyss :-his broad-expanded wings
Lay calm and motionless upon the air,
As if he floated there without their aid,
By the sole act of his unlorded will,
That buoyed him proudly up. Instinctively
I bent my bow; yet kept he rounding still
His airy circle, as in the delight
Of measuring the ample range beneath
And round about absorbed, he heeded not
The death that threatened him. I could not shoot !--
’T was liberty !--I turned my bow aside,
And let him soar away!

THE TORCH OF LIBERTY.

Thomas Moore,
I saw it all in Fancy's glass-

Herself, the fair, the wild magician,
That bid this splendid day-dream pass,

And named each gliding apparition.

T was like a torch-race—such as they

Of Greece performed, in ages gone,
When the fleet youths, in long array,

Passed the bright torch triumphant on.
I saw the expectant nations stand,

To catch the coming flame in turn-
I saw, from ready hand to hand,

The clear, but struggling glory burn.

And, oh, their joy, as it came near,

'T was, in itself, a joy to seeWhile Fancy whispered in my ear,

"That torch they pass is Liberty!'

And each, as she received the flame,

Lighted her altar with its ray ;
Then, smiling, to the next who came,

Speeded it on its sparkling way.
From Albion first, whose ancient shrine

Was furnished with the fire already,
Columbia caught the spark divine,

And lit a flame, like Albion's, steady.

The splendid gift then Gallia took,

And, like a wild Bacchante, raising The brand aloft, its sparkles shook,

As she would set the world a-blazing!

And, when she fired her altar, high

It flashed into the reddening air
So fierce, that Albion, who stood nigh,

Shrunk, almost blinded by the glare !

Next, Spain, so new was light to her,

Leaped at the torch-but, ere the spark She flung upon her shrine could stir,

'T was quenched—and all again was dark. Yet, no-not quenched-a treasure, worth

So much to mortals, rarely dies— Again her living light looked forth,

And shone, a beacon, in all eyes!

Who next received the flame ? alas !

Unworthy Naples.—Shame of shames, That ever through such hands should pass

That brightest of all earthly flames !

Scarce had her fingers touched the torch,

When, frighted by the sparks it shed,
Nor waiting e'en to feel the scorch,
She dropped it to the earth and fled.

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