gerous words as opened the war of American Independence,the last to leave the field, was my father's father. I learned to read out of his Bible, and with a musket he that day captured from the foe I learned also another religious lesson, that "Rebellion to Tyrants is Obedience to God." I keep them both, "Sacred to Liberty and the Rights of Mankind," to use them both, "In the Sacred Cause of God and my Country."

49. IRISH GRIEVANCES.-Richard L. Sheil.

If we were to adopt the language which is prescribed to us, the people of England would not believe that we labored under any substantial grievances. "I do not believe you you" (said a celebrated advocate of antiquity to a citizen who stated to him a case of enormous wrong),—“I do not believe you." "Not believe me?" "No." "What! not believe me! I tell you that my antagonist met me in the public way, seized me by the throat, flung me to the earth, and-""Hold,"-exclaimed Demosthenes; "your eye is on fire; your lip begins to quiver; your cheek is flushed with passion; your hand is clinched. I believe you now; when you first addressed me you were too calm too cold-too measured; but now you speak, you look like one who has sustained a wrong!

And are we to speak and act like men who have sustained no wrong? We! Six millions of what shall I say?— citizens? No! but of men who have been flagitiously spoliated of the rights and privileges of British subjects, who are cast into utter degradation, and covered with disgrace and shame, upon whom scorn is vented and contumely discharged; we who are the victims of legislative plunderwho have been robbed, with worse than Punic perfidy, of privileges which our ancestors had purchased at Limerick with their blood, which were secured by the faith of treaties, and consecrated with all the solemnities of a great national

compact, shall we speak like men who have sustained no wrongs?

sense

We are upon our knees; but even in kneeling, an attitude of dignity should be maintained. Shall we ask for the rights of freemen in the language of slaves? May common common feeling-common honor may every generous principle implanted in our nature—may that God (I do not take his name in vain), may that Power that endowed us with high aspirations, and filled the soul of man with honorable emotion; who made the love of freedom an instinctive wish, an unconquerable appetite; may the great Author of our being, the Creator of the human heart-may God forbid it!

215. Elaborative Style. The long sentence and climax. Terminal Stress (§ 101) gliding into Median (§ 102) wherever the speaker begins to feel the Drift (§ 154) or balance of the Rhetoric. End each climax with the gradual descent in pitch indicated in §§ 83-85. The first two examples contain series of preliminary clauses ending with downward inflections; in the other examples these end with upward inflections.

In the following many of the words in subordinate clauses marked for downward or downward-circumflex inflections, may take upward inflections; but if rendered thus the delivery will not be so emphatic. Try an upward inflection on Alps," etc.

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50. EXAMPLES FOR IRELAND.-T. F. Meagher.

Other nations, with abilities far less eminent than those which you possess, having great difficulties to encounter, have obeyed with heroism the commandment from which you have swêrved, maintaining that noble order of existence, through which even the poorest state becomes an instructive chapter in the great history of the world.

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51. GREAT BRITAIN AND AMERICA.-Newman Hall.

Let all good citizens in both England and America, all who desire the world's progress, strive to preserve peace and international good-will.

I appeal to you by the unity of our race for, with two governments we are one people; by the unity of the grand old language we alike speak, with the thrilling names of father, mother, home, dear to us alike; by our common literature, our Shakspeare, who is your Shakspeare, our Milton, who is your Milton, our Longfellows and Tennysons, side by side in all our libraries; I appeal to you by the stirring memories of our common history,—by those ancestors of both our nations, who proved their prowess at Hastings, whether as sturdy Saxons defending the standard of King Harold, or as daring Normans spurring their chivalry

to the trumpet of Duke William,-and who, afterward united on a better field, wrung from a reluctant tyrant that great charter which is the foundation of our liberties on both sides of the Atlantic; I appeal to you by the stirring times when those common ancestors lighted their beacons on every hill, and rallied around a lion-hearted queen, and launched forth—some of them in mere fishing vessels — against the proud Armada that dared to threaten their subjugation; I appeal to you by the struggles of the commonwealth, by the memories of those who put to rout the abettors of tyranny-Cromwell, Hampden, Sir Harry Vane; I appeal to you by those Pilgrim Fathers here, and by those Puritans and Covenanters who remained behind, by whose heroic sufferings both nations enjoy such freedom to worship God; I appeal to you by the graves in which our common ancestors repose,- not only, it may be, beneath the stately towers of Westminster, but in many an ancient village churchyard, where daisies grow on the turfcovered graves, and venerable yew-trees cast over them their solemn shade; I appeal to you by that Bible-precious to us both; by that gospel which our missionaries alike proclaim to the heathen world, and by that Savior whom we both adore,―never let there be strife between nations whose conflict would be the rushing together of two Niagaras, but whose union will be like the irresistible course of two great rivers flowing on majestically to fertilize and bless the world.

Never let our beautiful standards yours of the stars and stripes, suggesting the lamps of night and the rays of day, and ours of the clustered crosses, telling of union in diversity, and reminding of the One Great Liberator and Peace-Maker, who, by the cross, gave life to the world— never let these glorious standards be arrayed in hostile ranks; but ever may they float side by side, leading on the van of the world's progress.