with acclamations at the inauguration of thirty kings; the hall which had witnessed the just sentence of Bacon and the just absolution of Somers; the hall where the eloquence of Strafford had for a moment awed and melted a 5 victorious party inflamed with just resentment; the hall where Charles had confronted the High Court of Justice with the placid courage that has half redeemed his fame. Neither military nor civil pomp was wanting. The avenucs were lined with grenadiers. The streets were kept 10 clear by cavalry. The peers, robed in gold and ermine, were marshalled by heralds under Garter King-at-arms. The judges, in their vestments of state, attended to give advice on points of law. Near a hundred and seventy lords, three fourths of the upper house, as the upper house 15 then was, walked in solemn order from their usual place of assembling to the tribunal. The junior baron present led the way, George Eliott, Lord Heathfield, recently ennobled for his memorable defence of Gibraltar against the fleets and armies of France and Spain. The long pro20 cession was closed by the Duke of Norfolk, earl marshal of the realm, by the great dignitaries, and by the brothers and sons of the king. Last of all came the Prince of Wales, conspicuous by his fine person and noble bearing. The gray old walls were hung with scarlet. The long 25 galleries were crowded by an audience such as has rarely excited the fears or the emulation of an orator. There were gathered together from all parts of a great, free, enlightened, and prosperous realm, grace, and female loveliness, wit and learning, the representatives of every 30 science and of every art. There were seated round the queen the fair-haired young daughters of the house of Brunswick. There the ambas sadors of great kings and commonwealths gazed with admiration on a spectacle which no other country in the world 35 could present. There Siddons, in the prime of her majestic beauty, looked with emotion on a scene surpassing all the imitations of the stage. There the historian of the Roman empire thought of the days when Cicero pleaded the cause of Sicily against Verres, and when, before a senate which had still some show of freedom, Tacitus 5 thundered against the oppressor of Africa. There were seen, side by side, the greatest painter and the greatest scholar of the age. The spectacle had allured Reynolds from that easel which has preserved to us the thoughtful foreheads of so many writers and statesmen. 10 and the sweet smiles of so many noble matrons. It ha! induced Parr† to suspend his labors in that dark and profound mine from which he had extracted a vast treasure of crudition, a treasure too often buried in the earth, too often paraded with injudicious and inelegant ostentation, 15 but still precious, massive, and splendid. There appeared the voluptuous charms of her ‡ to whom the heir of the throne had in secret plighted his faith. There, too, was she,§ the beautiful mother of a beautiful race, the St. Cecilia, whose delicate features, lighted up 20 by love and music, art has rescued from the common decay. There were the members of that brilliant society which quoted, criticized, and exchanged repartees, under the rich peacock hangings of Mrs. Montague. And there the ladies, whose lips, more persuasive than those of Fox 25 himself, had carried the Westminster election against palace and treasury, shone round Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire. Hastings advanced The culprit was indeed He had ruled an The sergeants made proclamation. to the bar, and bent his knee. not unworthy of that great presence. * Gibbon. Samuel Parr, a clergyman and man of learning, but hardly the "greatest scholar of the age." Mrs. Fitzherbert whom the Prince of Wales was supposed to have secretly married. § The first wife of Richard Brinsley Sheridan, a woman remarkable for beauty and musical genius, whom Sir Joshua Reynolds had painted as St. Cecilia extensive and populous country, had made laws and trea ties, had sent forth armies, had set up and pulled down princes. And in his high place he had so borne himself that all had feared him, that most had loved him, 5 and that hatred itself could deny him no title to glory, except virtue. He looked like a great man, and not like a bad man. A person small and emaciated, yet deriving dignity from a carriage which, while it indicated deference to the court, 10 indicated also habitual self-possession and self-respect, a high and intellectual forehead, a brow pensive, but not gloomy, a mouth of inflexible decision, a face pale and worn, but serene, such was the aspect with which the great proconsul presented himself to his judges. 15 20 The charges and the answers of Hastings were first read. The ceremony occupied two whole days, and was rendered less tedious than it would otherwise have been, by the silver voice and just emphasis of Cowper, the clerk of the court, a near relation of the amiable poet. On the third day, Burke rose. Four sittings were occupied by his opening speech, which was intended to be a general introduction to all the charges. With an exuberance of thought and a splendor of diction which more than satisfied the highly-raised expectation of the audience, he 25 described the character and institutions of the natives of India, recounted the circumstances in which the Asiatic empire of Britain had originated, and set forth the constitution of the company, and of the English presidencies. Having thus attempted to communicate to his hearers 30 an idea of eastern society as vivid as that which existed in his own mind, he proceeded to arraign the administration of Hastings, as systematically conducted in defiance of morality and public law. The energy and pathos of the great orator extorted expressions of unwonted admiration from the stern and hostile chancellor, and, for a moment, Lord Thurlow, a stern, rough man, and friendly to Hastings. seemed to pierce even the resolute heart of the defendant. The ladies in the galleries, unaccustomed to such displays of eloquence, excited by the solemnity of the occasion, and perhaps not unwilling to display their taste and sensi5 bility, were in a state of uncontrollable emotion. Handkerchiefs were pulled out; smelling bottles were handed round; hysterical sobs and screams were heard; and Mrs. Sheridan was carried out in a fit. At length the orator concluded. Raising his voice, till 10 the old arches of Irish oak resounded, “ Therefore," said he, "hath it with all confidence been ordered by the Commons of Great Britain, that I impeach Warren Hastings of high crimes and misdemeanors. I impeach him in the name of the Commons' House of Parliament, whose trust 15 he has betrayed. I impeach him in the name of the English nation, whose ancient honor he has sullied. I impeach him in the name of the people of India, whose rights he has trodden under foot, and whose country he has turned into a desert. Lastly, in the name of human 20 nature itself, in the name of both sexes, in the name of every age, in the name of every rank, I impeach the common enemy and oppressor of all." CVII. -LINES TO A CHILD, ON HIS VOYAGE TO FRANCE, TO MEET HIS FATHER. WARE. [HENRY WARE, JR., was born in Hingham, Massachusetts, April 21, 1794, and died September 25, 1843. He was a settled clergyman in Boston from 1817 to 1829, and afterwards professor in the theological school at Cambridge. He published many essays and discourses on moral and religious subjects, and a few pieces of poetry. He was a man of ardent piety, an earnest and excellent preacher, and always controlled by the highest sense of duty. His prose writings are marked by simplicity, directness, and strong religious feeling; and the few poems he wrote show poetical powers of no common order. The following lines originally appeared in the "Christian Disciple."] 1 Lo! how impatiently upon the tide Her flag streams wildly, and her fluttering sails 2 0, 't is a thought sublime, that man can force 3 To lend their untamed wings, and bear him on As 't were a common thing - thy soul unawed, 'T is wonderful! and yet, my boy, just such Is life. Life is a sea as fathomless, As wide, as terrible, and yet sometimes |