We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find, which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves longer. 6. Sir, we have done every thing that could be done, to avert the storm that is now coming on. We have petitioned-we have remonstrated-we have supplicated-we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne. 7. In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free-if we mean to preserve inviolable those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon, until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained-we must fight!-I repeat it, sir, we must fight!! An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left us! 8. They tell us, sir, that we are weak-unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. 9. Three millions of people armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations: and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. 10. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable-and let it come!! I repeat it, sir, let it come!!! 11. It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, peace, peace-but there is no peace. The war has actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God!-I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death! LESSON CXLII. On the Existence of a Deity.-YOUNG. 1. RETIRE―the world shut out-thy thoughts call homeImagination's airy wing repress. Lock up thy senses. Let no passion stir. 2. But, what eternal? Why not human race, Would want some other father. Much design Design implies intelligence and art, That can't be from themselves-or man; that art 3. Who, motion, foreign to the smallest grain, Shot through vast masses of enormous weight? Who bid brute matter's restive lump assume Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly? Has matter innate motion? Then each atom, Asserting its indisputable right To dance, would form an universe of dust. Has matter none?-then whence these glorious forms And that with greater far than human skill, LESSON CXLIII. To-morrow.-COTTON. 1. To-MORROW, didst thou say? Methought I heard Horatio say, To-morrow. Go to I will not hear of it-To-morrow! "Tis a sharper, who stakes his penury Against thy plenty-who takes thy ready cash, And pays thee nought, but wishes, hopes, and promiseɛ, The currency of idiots-injurious bankrupt, That gulls the easy creditor!-To-morrow! It is a period no where to be found In all the hoary registers of Time, Unless perchance in the fool's calendar. 2. Wisdom disclaims the word, nor holds society With those who own it. No, my Horatio, Tis Fancy's child, and Folly is its father; Wrought of such stuff as dreams are, and as baseless But soft, my friend-arrest the present moment: Thou, like a sleeping, faithless sentinel, 'Tis of more worth than kingdoms! far more precious Than all the crimson treasures of life's fountain. O! let it not elude thy grasp; but, like The good old patriarch* upon record, Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee. LESSON CXLIV. Vanity of Power and Misery of Kings.-SHAKSpeare. 3. To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; *See Genesis, chap. xxxii. 24—30, As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Bores through his castle wall, and-farewell king! For you have but mistook me all this while : How can you say to me-I am a king? LESSON CXLV. Darkness.-BYRON. 1. I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light: 2. And they did live by watchfires-and the thrones. The palaces of crowned kings—the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gather'd round their blazing homes 3. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them; some lay down *Lord George Gordon Byron, an English nobleman, distinguished as a poet. He was born in London, Jan. 22d, 1788, and died at Missolonghi, in April, 1824, while assisting the Greeks in their glorious struggle for freedom |