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but far inferior posterity; and well has he a right to
linger on the spot where he achieved one of the greatest 35 laurels that ever brightened in the wreath of fame: a
laurel better than that of the hero, as it is not stained with blood or tears: better even than that of the statesman who improves the civilisation of his country, inas
much as to create, is better than to improve. And the 40 man whose labours abolished the Slave Trade, at one
blow struck away the barbarism of a hundred nations, and elevated myriads of human beings, degraded to the brute, into all the dignified capacities of civilized man.
To have done this is the most noble, as it is the most 45 useful work, which any individual could accomplish.
Exercise 98. Eulogium on Mr. Fox.-SHERIDAN. Upon the one great subject, which, at this moment, I am confident has possession of the whole feelings of every man, whom I address—the loss, the irreparable loss,
of the great, the illustrious character, whom we all de 5 plore-1 shall, I can say but little.
He died in the spirit of peace; tranquil in his own expiring heart, and cherishing to the last, with a parental solicitude, the consoling hope that he should be able to give
established tranquillity to harassed, contending nations. 10 Let us trust, that the stroke of death which has borne him
from us, may not have left the peace of the world, and the civilized charities of man, as orphans upon the earth. With such a man, to have battled in the cause of genu
ine liberty- with such a man, to have struggled against 15 the inroads of oppression and corruption — with such
an example before me, to have to boast that I never in my life gave one vote in parliament that was not on the side of freedom, is the congratulation that attends the
retrospect of my public life. His friendship was the 20 pride and honor of my days. I never, for one moment,
regretted to share with him the difficulties, the calumnies, and sometimes even the dangers, that attended his honorable life. And now, reviewing my past political
conduct, were the option possible that I should retread 25 the path, I solemnly and deliberately declare, that I
would pursue the same course_bear up under the same pressure-abide by the same principles—and remain by his side, an exile from power, distinction, and emolument!
If I have missed the opportunity, of obtaining all the 30 support, I might, perhaps, have had, on the present oc
casion, from a very scrupulous delicacy, which I think became, and was incumbent upon me—I cannot repent it. In so doing, I acted on the feelings upon which I am
sensible all those would have acted who loved Mr. Fox 35 as I did. I felt within myself, that while the slightest
aspirations might still quiver on those lips, that were the copious channels of eloquence, wisdom, and benevolence — that while one drop of life's blood might still
warm that heart, which throbbed only for the good of 40 mankind—I should not, I could not have acted otherwise.
Gentlemen; the hour is not far distant, when an awful knell shall tell you, that the unburied remains of your re
vered patriot are passing through your streets, to that 45 sepulchral home where your kings—your heroes--your
sages—and your poets, will be honored by an association with his mortal remains. At that hour when the sad solemnity shall take place, in a private way, as more suited
to the simple dignity of his character, than the splendid 50 gaudiness of public pageantry; when you, all of you,
shall be self marshalled in reverential sorrow—mute, and reflecting on your mighty loss—at that moment shall the disgusting contest of an election-wrangle break the so
lemnity of such a scene? Is it fitting that any man 55 should overlook the crisis, and risk the monstrous and
disgusting contest? Is it fitting that I should be that man?
Death of Sheridan.-BYRON.
The enduring produce of immortal mind;
A deathless part of him who died too soon.
But small that portion of the wondrous whole,
Which all embraced--and lightened over all, 10 To cheer-to pierce-to please-or to appal:
From the charmed council to the festive board,
The praised—the proudwho made his praise their pride. 15 When the loud cry of trampled Hindostan
Arose to Heaven in her appeal from man,
Which shook the nations through his lips-and blazed, 20 Till vanquished senates trembled as they praised.
And here, oh! here, where yet all young and warm,
Which knew not what it was to intermit;
Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring;
Here in their first abode, you still may meet 30 Bright with the hues of his Promethan heat;
A halo of the light of other days,
Ye orators! whom yet our councils yield,
Mourn for the veteran hero of your field! 35 The worthy rival of the wondrous three! *
Whose words were sparks of immortality!
Ye men of wit and social eloquence!
While powers of mind almost of boundless range,
(That humbler harmonist of care on earth,)
Of pride in merit's proud pre-eminence,
* Pitt, Fox, and Burke.
Long shall we seek his likeness—long in vain,
Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, 50 And broke the die—in moulding SHERIDAN!
EXERCISE 100. The last family of Eastern Greenland.-MONTGOMERY In the cold sunshine of yon narrow dell, Affection lingers; there two lovers dwell, Greenland's whole family; nor long forlorn,
There comes a visitant; a babe is born. 5 O'er his meek helplessness the parents smiled;
'Twas hope;—for hope is every mother's child.
Then seemed they, in that world of solitude,
Brief happiness! too perilous to last; 10 The moon hath waxed and waned, and all is past.
Behold the end!-one morn athwart the wall,
The father tracked him, and with fatal bow 15 Smote down the victim; but, before his eyes,
A rabid she-bear pounced upon the prize;
The hunter; but his dagger's plunging steel, 20 With riven bosom, made the monster reel;
Unvanquished, both to closer combat flew,
Stretched on the carcass of their antlered prey. 25 Meanwhile his partner waits, her heart at rest,
No burden but her infant on her breast;
Asks him a thousand questions, feigns replies, 30 And reads whate'er she wishes in his eyes.
-Red evening comes; no husband's shadow falls, Where fell the reindeer's, o’er the latticed walls; 'Tis night! no footstep sounds towards her door;
The day returns, -but he returns no more. 35 In frenzy forth she sallies, and with cries,
To which no voice except her own replies,
She seeks him, finds him not; some angel guide 40 In mercy turns her from the corpse aside;
Perhaps his own freed spirit, lingering near,
Where lies the little one, all day forgot; 45 Imparadised in sleep, she finds him there,
Kisses his cheek, and breathes a mother's prayer
When her lost spouse comes o’er the widow's thought, 50 The pangs of memory are to madness wrought;
But, when her suckling's eager lips are felt,
With baby wonder gazing in her eyes.
Thy little story, last of all thy race!
-'Tis done:-- from Greenland's coast the latest sigh 60 Bore infant innocence beyond the sky.
The City and the Country.--M DONNOUGH.
The arrival of the two mountaineers was not long in 1 being known to the whole household in May Fair. Lit
tle Mary had hoisted the tartan in less time than the
ordinary tribe of lady's maids could easily comprehend, 5 and having hoisted that, she descended the stairs with
more rapidity than is customary with even that lightfooted tribe. The shakings by the hand, the "good graciouses! and are you there?" the uninterrupted in
quiries, the questions answered by a look, and the ques10 tions so rapid as not to admit of that brief response, pas