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dividual instances, no doubt, there were, splendid exemplifications, of some singular qualification: Cæsar was
merciful, Scipio was continent, Hannibal was patient; 50 but it was reserved for Washington to blend them all
in one, and, like the lovely masterpiece of the Grecian artist, to exhibit, in one glow of associated beauty, the pride of every model, and the perfection of every mas
ter. As a general, he marshalled the peasant into a 55 veteran, and supplied by discipline the absence of ex
perience; as a statesman he enlarged the policy of the cabinet into the most comprehensive system of general advantage; and such was the wisdom of his views, and
the philosophy of his counsels, that, to the soldier and 60 the statesman, he almost added the character of the
sage! A conqueror, he was untainted with the crime of blood; a revolutionist, he was free from any stain of treason; for aggression commenced the contest, and
his country called him to the command. Liberty un65 sheathed his sword, necessity stained, victory returned
it. If he had paused here, history might have doubted what station to assign him; whether at the head of her citizens, or her soldiers, her heroes, or her patriots.
But the last glorious act crowns his career, and banish70 es all hesitation. Who, like Washington, after having
emancipated a hemisphere, resigned its crown, and preferred the retirement of domestic life to the adoration of a land he might be almost said to have created!
Happy, proud America! The lightnings of heaven 75 yielded to your philosophy! The temptations of earth
could not seduce your patriotism!
EXERCISE 120. Patriotism of 1775.-PATRICK Henry. Mr. Henry rose with a majesty unusual to him in an exordium, and with all that self-possession by which he was so invariably distinguished. “No man,” he said,
“thought more highly than he did of the patriotism, as 5 well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who had
just addressed the house. But different men often saw the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, he hoped it would not be thought disrespectful to those gen
tlemen, if, entertaining as he did, opinions of a character 10 very opposite to theirs, he should speak forth his senti
ments freely, and without reserve. This was no time for ceremony. The question before the house was one of awful moment to this country.” He proceeded thus:
“MR. PRÈSIDENT—It is natural for man to indulge 15 in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes
against a painful truth; and listen to the song of that syren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle
for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of 20 those, who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear
not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For mỹ part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know
the worst, and to provide for it. 25 I have but one lamp, by which my feet are guided;
and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And, judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the con
duct of the British ministry, for the last ten years, to 30 justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been
pleased to solace themselves and the house? Is it that insidious smile, with which our petition has been lately received ? Trust it nòt, sir; it will prove a snare to
your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a 35 kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our
petition comports with those warlike preparations, which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and ármies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation?
Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled, 40 that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us
not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation—the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this
martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to sub45 mission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible mo
tive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has nòne. They are
meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They 50 are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains,
which the British ministry have been so long forging.
And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument ? Sir, we have been trying that for the last
Have we anything new to offer upon the 55 subject? Nothing. 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 entréaty and humble supplicátion? What terms shall we find, which have not been
already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, de60 ceive ourselves longer. Sir, we have dòne every thing
that could be done, to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petítioned; we have remonstrated; we have sùpplicated; we have prostrated ourselves
before the throne, and have implored its interposition to 65 arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and parlia
ment. 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 70 throne. 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 frée; if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges,
for which we have been so long conténding; if we mean 75 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 80 and to the God of hosts, is all that is left us.
They tell us, sir, that we are weak-unable to còpe 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 85 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 bácks, and hugging the delusive
phantom of hópe, until our enemies shall have bound us 90 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. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a coun
try as that which we possess, are invincible by any force 95 which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we
95 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. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the
àctive, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no elèction. 100 If we were base enough to desìre 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 105 it come!
It is vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, peace, peace—but there is no peace. is actually begun!
The next gale, that sweeps from the north, will bring 110 to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our breth
ren 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? (6) Forbid it, Almighty 115 God. -I know not what course others may take, but, as for me, give me liberty, or give me death?”
He took his seat. No murmur of applause was heard. The effect was too deep. After the trance of a moment,
several members started from their seats, 120 “ to arms,” seemed to quiver on every lip, and gleam
from every eye! Richard H. Lee arose and supported Mr. Henry, with his usual spirit and elegance. But his melody was lost amidst the agitations of that ocean,
which the master spirit of the storm had lifted up on 125 high. That supernatural voice still sounded in their
ears and shivered along their arteries. They heard, in every pause, the cry of liberty or death. They became impatient of speech-their souls were on fire for action.
EXERCISE 121. The discontented Pendulum.---JANE TAYLOR. An old clock that had stood for fifty years in a farmer's kitchen, without giving its owner any cause of complaint, early one summer's morning, before the family: was stirring, suddenly stopped. Upon this, the dial
5 plate (if we may credit the fable,) changed countenance
with alarm; the hands made a vain effort to continue their course; the wheels remained motionless with surprise; the weights hung speechless; each member felt
disposed to lay the blame on the others. At length the 10 dial instituted a formal inquiry as to the cause of the
stagnation, when hands, wheels, weights, with one voice, protested their innocence.
But now a faint tick was heard below from the pendulum, who thus, spoke:—"I confess myself to be the 15 sole cause of the stoppage! and I am willing, for the
general satisfaction, to assign my reasons. The truth is, that I am tired of ticking" Úpon hearing this, the old clock became so enraged, that it was on the very
point of striking. 20 “ Lazy wire!” exclaimed the dial plate, holding up
its hands. “Very good!” replied the pendulum,“ it is vastly easy for you, Mistress Dial, who have always, as every body knows, set yourself up above me,—it is
vastly easy for you, I say, to accuse other people of 25 laziness! You, who have had nothing to do all the days
of your life, but to stare people in the face, and to amuse yourself with watching all that goes on in the kitchen! Think, I beseech you, how you would like to
be shut up for life in this dark closet, and to wag back30. wards and forwards, year after year, as I do.”
“As to that,” said the dial, " is there not a window in your house, on purpose for you to look through?"-"For all that, ” resumed the pendulum, " it is very dark here;
and, although there is a window, I dare not stop, even 35 for an instant, to look out at it. Besides, I am really
tired of my way of life; and if you wish, I'll tell you how I took this disgust at my employment. I happened this morning to be calculating how many times I should
have to tick in the course of only the next twenty-four 40 hours; perhaps some of you, above there, can give me the exact sum.
The minute hand, being quick at figures, presently replied, “Eighty-six thousand four hundred times." Ex
actly so,” replied the pendulum. Well, I appeal to 45 you all, if the very thought of this was not enough to
fatigue one; and when I began to multiply the strokes of one day, by those of months and years, really it is no