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much as a tribute to myself, as an omen to that country with whose fortunes the dearest sympathies of my soul are intertwined. Oh yes, I do foresee when she shall hear with what courtesey her most pretensionless advocate has been treated, how the same wind that wafts her the intelligence, will revive that flame withiin her, which the blood of ages has not been able to extinguish. It may be a delusive hope, but I am glad to grasp at any phantom that fits across the solitude of that country's desolation. On this subjeet you can scarcely be ignorant, for you have an Irishman resident amongst you, whom I am proud to call my friend, whose fidelity to Ireland no absence can diminish; who has at once the honesty to be candid, and the talent to be convincing. I need scareely say I allude to Mr. Casey. I knew, Sir, the statue was too striking to require a name upon the pedestal.” (p. 75-76.)
1919 lo The orator next proceeds to consider the situation of his native island, with the conduct of this country towards it; and as far as he exhibits a true picture of the severity of British policy, every upright Englishman will see it with mortification, but it would not be difficult to shew that the colouring in the west is much too high, and the shading in the east much too deep. We will, however, present it in the hues the pencil of Mr. Phillips has supplied. - FOTO
9305 « Alas, Ireland has little
e now to console her, except the consciousness of having produced such men. It would be a reasonable adulation in me to deceive you. Six centuries of base misgovernment, of causeless, ruthless, and ungrateful persecution, have now reduced that country to a crisis, at which I know not whether the friend of humanity has most cause to grieve or to rejoice; because I am not sure that the same feeling which prompts the tear at human sufferings, ought not to triumph in that increased infliction which may at length tire them out of endurance. I trust in God a change of system may in time anticipate the results of desperation ; but you may quite depend on it, a period is approaching when, if penalty does not pause in the pursuit, patience will turn short on the pursuer. Can you wonder at it?' Contemplate Ireland during any given period of England's rule, and what a picture does she exhibit! Behold her created in all the prodigality of nature ; with a soil that anticipates the husbandman's desires : withi barbours courting the commerce of the world; with rivers capable of the most effective navigation with the ore of every metal struggling through her surface; with a people, brave, generous, and intellectual, literally forcing their way through the disabilities of their own country into the highest stations of every other, and well rewarding the policy that promotes them, by achievements the most heroic, and allegiance without a blemish. How have the successive governments of England demeaned themselves to a nation, offering such an accumulation of moral and poli
tical advantages! See it in the state of Ireland at this instant; in the universal bankruptcy that overwhelms her; in the loss of her trade; in the annihilation of her manufactures ; in the deluge of her debt; in the divisions of her people; in all the loathsome operations of an odious, monopolising, hypocritical fanaticism on the one hand, wrestling with the untiring but natural reprisals of an irritated population on the other! It required no common ingenuity to reduce such a country to such a situation. But it has been done ; man has conquered the beneficence of the Deity; his barpy touch has changed the viands to corruption; and that land, which you might have possessed in health, and wealth, and vigour, to support you in your bour of need, now writhes in the agonies of death, unable even to lift the shroud with which famine and fatuity try to encumber her convulsion. This is what I see a pensioned press denominates tranquillity. Oh, woe to the land threatened with such tranquillity; solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant; it is not yet the tranquillity of solitude; it is not yet the tranquillity of death; but if you would know what it is, go forth in the silence of creation, when every wind is hushed, and every echo mute, and all nature seems to listen in dumb and terrified and breathless expectation, go forth in such an hour, and see the terrible tranquillity by which you are surrounded! How could it be otherwise; when for ages upou ages invention has fatigued itself with expedients for irritation; when, as I have read with horror in the progress of my legal studies, the homicide of a' mere Irishman' was considered justifiable; and when his ignorance was the origin of all his crimes, bis education was prohibited by Act of Parliament ? when the people were worm-eaten by the odious vermin which a Church and State adultery had spawned; when a bad heart and brainless bead were the fangs by which every foreigu adventurer and domestic traitor fastened upon office; when the property of the native was but an invitation to plunder, and his non-acquiescence the signal for confiscation; when religion itself was made the odious pretence for every persecution, and the fires of bell were alternately lighted with the cross, and quenched in the blood of its defenceless followers! I speak of times that are passed : but can their recollections, can their consequences be so readily eradicated. Why, however, should I refer to periods that are distant? Behold, at this instant, five millions of her people disqualified on account of their faith, and that by a country professing freedom! and that under a government calling itself Christian ! You (when I say You, of course I mean, not the high-minded people of England, but the men wbæ misgovern us both) seem to have taken out a roving commission in search of grievances abroad, whilst you overlooke the calamities at your own door, and of your own infliction. You traverse the ocean to emancipate the African; you cross the line to convert the Hindoo;. you hurl your thunder against the savage Algerine; but
your own brethren at home, who speak the same tongue, acknowledge the same King, and kneel to the same God, cannot get one visit from your itinerant humanity! Oh, such a system is almost too abominable for a name ; it is a monster of impiety, impolicy, ingratitude, and injustice! The pagan nations of antiquity scarcely acted on such barbarous principles. Look to ancient Rome, with her sword in one hand and her constitution in the other, healiug the injuries of conquest with the embrace of brotherhood, and wisely converting the captive into the citizen. Look to her great enemy, the glorious Carthaginian, at the foot of the Alps, ranging his prisoners round him, and by the politic option of captivity or arms, recruiting his legions with the very men whom he had literally conquered into gratitude! They laid their foundations deep in the human heart, and their success was proportionate to their policy.” (p. 76-80.)
Our readers are perhaps by this time of opinion, that the character of the eloquence of Mr. Phillips answers better to the description of the age succeeding that of Demosthenes, than any better period. Demetrius Phalereus was among the most distinguished of that time, and of him it is said, “ Delectabat Athenienses magis quam inflammabat.”
The style of oratory of the following character of Buonaparte, down to the period of his exile to Elba, is so peculiar, that we are unwilling to exclude it, and it would be difficult to discover a specimen of ancient or modern composition which bears any analogy to it. “The successors of Napoleon,” observes our author sarcastically, in the concluding words of the volume, “ want nothing but his geo
“ He is FALLEN!
“ We may now pause before that splendid prodigy, which towered amongst us like some ancient ruin, whose frown terrified the glance its magnificence attracted.
“ Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne, a sceptered hermit, wrapt in the solitude of his own origiuality.
"A mind bold, independent, and decisive-a will, despotic in its dictates—an energy that distanced expedition, and a conscience pliable to every touch of interest, marked the outline of this extraordinary character--the most extraordinary, perhaps, that, in the annals of this world, ever rose, or reigned, or fell.
“ Flung into life, in the midst of a Revolution, that quickened every energy of a people who acknowledged no superior, he com. menced his course, a stranger hy birth, and a scholar by charity!
“ With no friend but his sword, and no fortune but his talents, he rushed into the lists where rank, and wealth, and genius had arrayed themselves, and competition fled from him as from the glance of destiny. He knew no motive but interest-he acknowledged no criterion but success-he worshipped no God but ambition, and with an eastern devotion he knelt at the shrine of his idolatry. Subsidiary to this, there was no creed that he did not profess, there was no opinion that he did not promulgate; in the hope of a dynasty, he upheld the crescent; for the sake of a divorce, he bowed before the Cross: the orphan of St. Louis, he became the adopted child of the Republic; and with a parricidal ingratitude, on the ruins both of the throne and the tribune, he reared the throne of his despotism.
“ A professed Catholic, he imprisoned the Pope ; a pretended patriot, he impoverished the country; and in the name of Brutus,* he grasped without remorse, and wore without shame, the diadem of the Cæsars !
Throughout this pantomime of his policy, Fortune played the clown to his caprices. At his touch, crowns crumbled, beggars reigned, systems vanished, the wildest theories took the colour of his whim, and all that was venerable, and all that was novel, changed places with the rapidity of a drama. Even apparent defeat assumed the appearance of victory-his flight from Egypt confirmed his destiny-ruin itself only elevated him to empire.
« But if his fortune was great, his genius was transcendent; decişion flashed upon his councils; and it was the same to decide and to perform. To inferior intellects, his combinations appeared perfectly impossible, his plans perfectly impracticable; but, in his hands, simplicity marked their developement, and success vindicated their adoption.
“ His person partook the character of his mind if the one never yielded in the cabinet, the other never bent in the field.
“ Nature had no obstacles that he did not surmount-space no opposition that he did not spurn; and whether amid Alpine rocks, Arabian sands, or polar snows, he seemed proof against peril, and empowered with ubiquity! The whole continent of Europe trenbled at beholding the audacity of his designs, and the miracle of their execution. Scepticism bowed to the prodigies of his performance; romance assumed the air of history; nor was there atght too incredible for belief, or too fanciful for expectation, when the we rld saw a subaltern of Corsica waving his imperial flag over her most ancient capitals. All the visions of antiquity became common places in his contemplation; kings were his people--nations were his outposts; and he disposed of courts, and crowos, and camps, and churches, and cabinets, as if they were the titular dignitaries of the chess-board!
“ Amid all these changes he stood immutable as adamant. It mattered little whether in tlie field or the drawing-room--with the mob or the levee-wearing the jacobin bonnet or the iron crownbanishing a Braganza or espousing a Hapsburgh-dictating, peace on a raft to the Czar of Russia, or contemplating defeat at the gal. lows of Leipsic—he was still the same military despot!
“ Cradled in the camp, he was to the last hour the darling of the army; and whether in the camp or the cabinet, he never forsook a
• In bis hypocritical cant after Liberty, in the commencement of the Revolution, he assumed the name of Brutus. Proh Pudor!
friend or forgot a favour. Of all his soldiers, not one abandoned him, till affection was useless, and their first stipulation was for the safety of their favourite.
They knew well, that if he was lavish of them, he was prodigal of himself; and that if he exposed them to peril, he repaid them with plunder. For the soldier, be subsidized every people; to the people he made even pride pay tribute. The victorious vete. ran glittered with his gains; and the capital, gorgeous with the spoils of art, became the miniature metropolis of the universe. In this wonderful combinatior, bis affectation of literature must not be omitted. The gaoler of the press, he affected the patronage of letters--the proscriber of books, he encouraged philosophy—the persecutor of authors, and the murderer of printers, he yet pretended to the protection of learning !--the assassin of Palm, the silencer of De Stael, and the denouncer of Kotzebue, he was the friend of David, the benefactor of De Lille, and sent his academie prize to the philosopher of England.*
" Such a medley of contradictions, and at the same time such an individual consistency, were never united in the same character. A Royalist -a Republican and an Emperor-a Mahometan-a Catholic and a patron of the Synagogue a Subaltern and a Sovereigna Traitor and a Tyrant-a Christian and an Infidel—he was, through all his vicissitudes, the same stern, impatient, inflexible original the same mysterious incomprehensible self-the man without a model, and without a shadow.
“ His fall, like his life, baffled all speculation. In short, his whole history was like a dream to the world, and no man can tell how or why he was awakened from the reverie,
16. Such is a faint and feeble pieture of NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE, the first and it is to be hoped the last) Emperor of the French.
" That he has done much evil there is little doubt; that he has been the origin of much good, there is just as little. Through his means, intentional or not, Spain, Portugal, and France have arisen to the blessings of a Free Constitution; Superstition has found her grave in the ruins of the Inquisition; and the Feudal system, with its whole train of tyrannic satellites, has fled for ever. Kings may learn from him that their safest study, as well as their noblest, is the interest of the people; the people are taught by him that there is no despotism so stupendous against which they have not a resource; and to those who would rise upon the ruins of both, he is a living lesson, that if ambition can raise them from the lowest station, it can also prostrate them from the highest." (p. 200-205.)
The speech of this gentleman in the case of Guthrie o. Sterne, had been previously published; but we will not
To Sir Humphrey Davy was transmitted the first prize of the Academy of Sciences.