LC W tr and to ms L C down maintained, as he was superior in vîrtue and humânity! He was 1 R animated by the purest principles of Christianity, and was restrâined O exaggerated R O in his career by the benevolent prêcepts which ît incûlcates!" he? ms LCF Wâs W tr and Let unfortunate Wârsaw, and the miserable inhabitants of the suburb of Prága in particular, | tell! What do we understand to have been the cônduct of this magnanimous hèro, with whom, it seems, Bonaparte is not to be compâred? (fast) He entered the m 8 C W m suburb of Prága, the most populous suburb of Warsaw, and there tr C and to m 8 S C he let his soldiery loose on the miserable, unarmed and unresisting people! Men, women and children,—nay, ìnfants at the breast,— C were doomed to one | indiscriminate | massacre! Thousands of them were inhumanly, wantonly butchered! And (slow) for what? Because they had dared | to join in a wish | to mèliorate their own condition as a People, and to improve their Constitution, which had been confessed, by their own | sovereign, to be in want of amènd 1 L W tr to br B C and ment. And sûch is the hero upon whom the cause of "religion and to m BC prone 1 во social ôrder" is to repose! And sûch is the man whom we praise for his discipline and his vîrtue, and whom we hold out as our boast 1 R O w R с and our dependence; while the conduct of Bonaparte unfits him to be even treated with as an enemy! 33. CATILINE TO THE GALLIC CONSPIRATORS.-Rev. George Croly. For Freedom, | if it stood before your eyes; For Freedom, | if its sword were ready drawn w turn to 1 RO To hew your chains off? Ye would give death or life! Then marvel not The great Patrícian? - Yês-an hour ago— 1 LO And your sworn | friend! My desperate wrong's my plèdge There's not in Róme,-nó-not upon the earth, A man so wronged. The very ground I tread 1 B C Ft crossed w 1 BO Is grùdged me.— -Chieftains! ere the moon be down, Ꭱ Ꮎ My land will be the Senate's | spoil; my life, If I had thought you cowards, I might have come S LO And told you lies. But you have now the thing LO 1 L O Ft O Ft I âm; - Rome's enemy,—and fixed | as fàte | Fearful to dastards; —yet, to trenchant swôrds, W to hf RC Thin as the passing aîr! A single | blow, In this diseased and crumbling state of Róme, w tr BC to 1 bk BC Would break your chains like stùbble. W m RC tr slowly Must Freedom | pine || till the slow || armorer || W to mf RC prone Let heârts be what they óught,— the naked ĉarth W 1 to bk C down 34. CATILINE'S DEFIANCE.-Rev. George Croly. (p P) Conscript Fathers, But here I stand for rìght- let him show proofs 1 RO For Roman right; though none, it seems, dare stand To take their share with me. Ay, cluster there! m f B с Cling to your mâster! || Judges, | Rõmans, | slaves — His charge is fâlse; I dàre him to his proofs. 1 bk BO You have my answer. Let my actions | speak! But this I will avów, that I have scórned, And stíll do scorn, to hide my sense of wròng! my swórd, Or lays the bloody scourge upon my back, Wrongs me not half so much as he who shuts W m tr C (fA) The gates of honor on me- turning out (ff G) The Roman from his birthright; and, | for | what? Vipers that creep where mên | disdâin | to climb, hold And, having wound their loathsome track to the top shake h LC w bk R C Bânished from Rôme! What's bânished but set free m f RC From daily contact with the things I lôathe? 1 RO RO "Tried and convicted | trâitor!" Who says | thìs? Bânished! I thank you for't. It breaks my chain! (A G) (f A 0) (ff G) (f A 0) (ff G (f A 0) (p) 1 RO (f) (ff) (A G) (p A) (ƒ) (ff AG) held some slack allêgiance till this hour; But now my sword's | my own. Smile on, my lords! I scòrn to count what feelings, withered | hopes, Strong provocations, | bìtter, | bùrning | wròngs, (p sl A O) Your consul's | mêrciful-for this | all | thânks: "Trâitor!" I gò; but || I || return. This || trial? 1 Во Here I devote your sènate! I've had wrongs br R C F To stir a fèver in the blood of age, (ƒ) (4) 1 RO 1 R OFt 1 RO Ft Or make the infant's | sinews | strong | as steel. 1 RO down This day's | the birth of sorrow! This hour's work 1 во SR C F Will breed proscriptions! Look to your hearths, my lords! SRC F (ff A 0) For there, henceforth, shall sit, | for household gods, | s Ch s Ch change to 8 RC h Shapes hot from Tàrtarus! — all shàmes | and crìmes! s Ch' W tr to RC Ft on waist and 1 RO Wan Treachery, | with his thirsty | dagger | drawn; | 1 RO change to 1 f RC pr Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cùp; | slowly lift BC Naked Rebellion, with the torch and axe, | Making his wild | spòrt | of your blazing | thrònes; Till ânarchy | comes down on you | like nìght, | 1 BC h BC f drop to 35. REPLY TO MR. CORRY.-Henry Grattan. Has the gentleman done? Has he completely done? He was unparliamentary from the beginning to the end of his speech. There was scarce a word he uttered that was not a violation of the privileges of the House. But I did not call him to order,-why? because the limited talents of some men render it impossible for them to be severe without being unparliamentary. But before I sit down I shall show him how to be severe and parliamentary at the same time. The right honorable gentleman has called me "an unimpeached traitor." I ask why not "traitor," unqualified by any epithet? I will tell him: it was because he durst not. It was the act of a coward, who raises his arm to strike, but has not courage to give the blow. I will not call him villain, because it would be unparliamentary, and he is a privy counselor. I will not call him fool, because he happens to |