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Wise by some centuries before the crowd,
These, by their systems novel tho correct, Must still offend the wicked, weak, and proud;
Must meet with hatred, calumny, neglect.
Twas ever thus ; and such has been thy fate
The fate of all, pre-eininent like THEE : But glory, honour, and renown, tho late
Thy well-deserved, thy sure reward shall be.
Oh! had thy hasty censurers known thee well,
Unbiass'd had they weigh’d thy works and THEE; Base Calumny had blush'd her tale to tell,
And thousands from this worst of crimes been free
This CRIME of Crimes ! to damn unheard, unknown,
The lives and labours of the great and true: Here the malicious slanderer stands alone;
No fouler aim can INFAMY pursue.
What agonies have wrung my indignant breast,
To hear abused the man who proudly stood, Of every talent, every worth possest,
, IMMUTABLE AND JUST, AND WISE AND GOOD!
Is wit a quality to charm the soul ?
Is GENIUS dear-is SCIENce to be loved ? Is Reason, of omnipotent controul,
Man's highest, noblest boast, to be approved?
Is all divine PhiLOSOPHY, held forth
As every good dispensing to our race, Spreading philanthropy and taste on earth,
And raising man above the vile and base?
Are strong, romantic, rich, poetic powers
FANCY, that scatters all the graces roundAnd anecdote, that gilds convivial hours—
Talents ACUTE, IMPRESSIVE, and PROFOUND
Are THESE held dear, and by the bard and sage
Reverenced, esteem'd, and praised, from pole to pole? Then Paine must live to every future age,
And IMMORTALITY his name enroll.
For me, who thus pourtray the man I loved,
No venal motives guide the ardent quill ; For still to ME the fond attachment proved
A source of sufferings, calumny, and ill.
But not the voice of millions, led astray
By party, interest, prejudice, and fear, Can ever waken in my breast dismay,
Or make me aught but what I am appear.
WORMS OF A DAY! our duty let us do,
And bow to TRUTH, eternal TRUTH alone;
For me, I followed where conviction led,
Sought only peace and right, with even course; Still labour'd that the HEART might guide the HEAD,
And hated enmity, cabal, and force.
And for the dear dear groupe that croud my board,
Celestialize my rambles and fire-side,
That TRUTH, and only TRUTH, might be their guide.
WORMS OF A DAY! it is not worth our while
To live to mental lying, vice, and woe:
and splendour deck the paths of guile,
I've read their works, and known high-minded men,
Whose plaudits by the nations have been rung,
Or greatly reason'd, or divinely sung.
But these, indeed, to thee the palm must yield;
Superior gifts, superior powers were thine;
When bright the beams of morn begin to shine.
Twas thine to point the means of human weal,
To rescue man from slavery and crime;
His life ennoble, and his thoughts sublime
Twas thine his social happiness to plan,
His public blessings, private virtues raise; And teaching REASON,
and the RIGHTS OF MAN, To all posterity ensure thy praise.
Twas Thune, by works devoted but to TRUTH,
WISDOM and LIFE and Light to spread below; To lead from jarring creeds, and laws uncouth,
From slavery, superstition, pride, and woe.
Let THESE thy Works immortalize thy fame;
Let these to purer times thy praise extend, Whose grateful sons will hail thy hallow'd name,
Which scarcely found, in times corrupt, a friend.
My boast it is to rank with these, though few;
My pride, this humble tribute to bestow;
This to MYSELF, to THEE, and TRUTH I owe!
A P PENDIX,
ORIGINAL PIECES IN PROSE AND VERSE,
MR. PAIN E.
Note.- This little production of Mr. Paine is well worth attention; particularly too when millions have been and are squandering upon useless land fortifications along the coast, and on the works in and about Dover, &c.
The observations of a great man are always deserving of notice; and those which follow carry so complete a conviction of their propriety and truth along with them, that the English reader cannot but be led to reflect on the
very opposite plans pursued in protecting our own coasts ; if indeed, that may be called protection which we are now adopting,
One thing most recommendatory of gun-boats has, I think, not been sufficiently enlarged upon in Mr. Paine's essay, but which, while we lament that any system of war should be necessary, surely speaks highly in favour of them,