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1. He was indeed eloquent · all the world knows that He held the keys to the hearts of his countrymen, and he turned the wards within them with a skill attained by no other master. But eloquence was nevertheless only an instrument, and one of many that he used. His conversation, his gestures, his very look, was magisterial, persuasive, seductive, irresistible. And his appliance of all these was courteous, patient, and indefatigable.

2. Defeat only inspired him with new resolution. He divided opposition by his assiduity of address, while he rallied and strengthened his own bands of supporters by the confidence of success which, feeling himself, he easily inspired among his fol lowers. His affections were high, and pure, and generous, and the chiefest among them was that one which the great_Italian poet designated as the charity of native land. In him that charity was an enduring and overpowering enthusiasm, and it influenced all his sentiments and conduct, rendering him more impartial between conflicting interests and sections, than any other statesman who has lived since the revolution.

3. Thus with great versatility of talent, and the most catho lic equality of favor, he identified every question, whether of domestic administration or foreign policy, with his own great name, and so became a perpetual Tribune of the people. He needed only to pronounce in favor of a measure or against it, here, and immediately popular enthusiasm, excited as by a ma ic wand, was felt, overcoming and dissolving all opposition in ne senate-chamber.

4. In this way he wrought a change in our political system. that I think was not foreseen by its founders. He converted this branch of the legislature from a negative position, or one

equilibrium between the executive and the house of repre

sentatives, into the active, ruling power of the republic. Only time can disclose whether this great innovation shall be benefi cent, or even permanent.

5. Certainly, sir, the great lights of the senate have set. The obscuration is no less palpable to the country than to us, who are left to grope our uncertain way here, as in a labyrinth. oppressed with self-distrust. The time, too, presents new em barrassments. We are rising to another and more sublime stage of national progress that of expanding wealth and rapid territorial aggrandizement.

6. Our institutions throw a broad shadow across the St. Lawrence, and, stretching beyond the valley of Mexico, reach even to the plains of Central America, while the Sandwich Islands and the shores of China recognize their renovating influence. Wherever that influence is felt, a desire for protection under those institutions is awakened. Expansion seems to

be regulated not by any difficulties of resistance, but by the moderation which results from our own internal constitution. No one knows how rapidly that restraint may give way. Who can tell how far or how fast it ought to yield?

7. Commerce has brought the ancient continents near to us, and created necessities for new positions perhaps connections

or colonies there and with the trade and friendship of the elder nations their conflicts and collisions are brought to our doors and to our hearts. Our sympathy kindles, or indifference extinguishes, the fires of freedom in foreign lands. Before we shall be fully conscious that a change is going on in Europe, we may find ourselves once more divided by that eternal line of separation that leaves on the one side those of our citizens who obey the impulses of sympathy, while on the other are found those who submit only to the counsels of prudence. Even prudence will soon be required to decide whether distant regions, east and west, shall come under our own protection, or be left to aggrandize a rapidly spreading domain of hostile despotism.

8. Sir, who among us is equal to these mighty questions? I fear there is no one. Nevertheless, the example of Henry Clay remains for our instruction. His genius has passed to the realms of light, but his virtues still live here for our emulation. With them there will remain also the protection and favor of the Most High, if by the practice of justice and the maintenance of freedom we shall deserve them.

We will follow with sorrow,

form that it bears to its final

9. Let, then, the bier pass on. but not without hope, the reverend resting place; and then, when that grave opens at our feet to receive so estimable a treasure, we will invoke the God of our fathers to send us new guides, like him that is now withdrawn, and give us wisdom to obey their instructions.





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I come not here talk. Ye know too well
The story of our thralldom :— we are slaves!
The bright sun rises to his course, and lights
A race of slaves! He sets, and his last beam

Falls on a slave; not such as, swept along

By the full tide of power, the conqueror leads
To crimson glory and undying fame;
But base, ignoble slaves-slaves to a horde
Of petty tyrants, feudal despots, lords,

Rich in some dozen paltry villages —

Strong in some hundred spearmen

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only great

In that strange spell, a name. Each hour, dark fraud,
Or open rapine, or protected murder,

Cries out against them. But this very day,

An honest man, my neighbor there he stands

Was struck
The badge of Ursini; because, forsooth,
He tossed not high his ready cap in air,
Nor lifted up his voice in servile shouts,
At sight of that great ruffian. Be we men,
And suffer such dishonor? men, and wash not

struck like a dog, by one who wore

The stain away in blood? Such shames are common. 2. I have known deeper wrongs. I, that speak to you, I had a brother once, a gracious boy,

Full of gentleness, of calmest hope,

Of sweet and quiet joy; there was the look
Of heaven upon his face, which limners give
To the beloved disciple. How I loved

Younger by fifteen years,
He left my side,

That gracious boy!
Brother at once and son!

A summer bloom on his fair cheeks, a smile
Parting his innocent lips. In one short hour,
The pretty, harmless boy was slain! I saw
The corse, the mangled corse, and then I cried
For vengeance? Rouse, ye Romans! rouse, ye slaves!
ye brave sons? Look, in the next fierce brawl,
To see them die. Have ye daughters fair? Look
To see them live, torn from your arms, distained,
Dishonored; and, if ye dare call for justice,
Be answered by the lash. Yet this is Rome,
That sat on her seven hills, and, from her throne
Of beauty, ruled the world! Yet we are Romans!
Why, in that elder day to be a Roman

Was greater than a king! And once, again,—.
Hear me, ye walls, that echoed to the tread

Of either Brutus !


once again, I swear,

The eternal city shall be free!




1. THE spirits I have raised abandon me--
The spells which I have studied baffle me-
The remedy I recked of tortured me;
I lean no more on superhuman aid,

It hath no power upon the past, and for

The future, till the past be gulfed in darkness,

is not of my search. My mother earth!

And theu, fresh breaking day; and you, ye mountains,
Why are ye beautiful? I cannot love ye.

2. And thou, the bright eye of the universe,
That openest over all, and unto all
Art a delight-thou shinest not on my heart.
And you, ye crags, upon whose extreme edge
I stand, and on the torrent's brink beneath
Behold the tall pines dwindle as to shrubs
In dizziness of distance; when a leap,
A stir, a motion, even a breath would bring
My breast upon its rocky bosom's bed,
To rest forever-wherefore do I pause?
3. I feel the impulse-yet I do not plunge;
I see the peril-yet do not recede;
My brain reels-and yet my foot is firm:
There is a power upon me which withholds
And makes it my fatality to live;

If it be life to wear within myself
This barrenness of spirit, and to be
My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased
To justify my deeds unto myself-
The last infirmity of evil.

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